AGRIPPINA. —sitting where great Julius but aspired
To sit, and died in the aspiring: see,
This mime—my son is he? And did I then
Have one mad moment with a street musician?
SENECA. Have you no shame?
AGRIPPINA. This son now sends me forth,
Yet it was I, his mother, set him there.
[Murmur.
And, ah! if it were known at what a price,
Witness, you shades of the Silani!
SENECA. Peace!
AGRIPPINA. And witness Messalina on vain knees!
[Murmur.
And witness Claudius with the envenomed cup.
NERO. Silence, or——