Octavia’s happiness lies on thy word.
Br. Octavia, dear Octavia—Now if thou’rt true
There is a way. This matter’s full presentment
Hath not been strange to me, though I have barred the thought
And held no purpose in it; there’s one way:
Those that have wronged can right. If thou would’st speak
With Burrus, he is plain and honourable,
And if he think there’s gain in the exchange,
And his heart goes with it, he has the guards,—my name,
The sense of right, the promise of a largess,