NERO. Yes, I remember.
AGRIPPINA. Or when you would sail
In a slight skiff under a moon like this,
Though chidden oft and oft.
NERO. Ah! I recall it.
AGRIPPINA. A wilful child—the sea—ever the sea—
Your mother could not hold you from the sea.
Will you be sore if I confess a thought?
NERO. Ah! no, mother!
AGRIPPINA. So foolish it seems now.
Awhile I doubted whether I should come.
NERO. Why, then?
AGRIPPINA. Now, do not laugh at me—I say
You will not laugh at me?
NERO. No!
AGRIPPINA. Why—I thought
That you perhaps would kill me if I came!
Truly I did!