Ner.Nay, heaven forbid;
I trust her not.
Pop.She hates me.
Ner.Nay, her kinship
Is jealous for Octavia; but ...
Pop.Ah, true!2530
To kill one’s husband, plot against one’s son,
Should leave unsatisfied some tender feelings
To spend upon a step-child. Why, she knows
Those arts which manage you would not gull me,