A splendid temple shall be raised to her,
A public funeral be hers, and I
The funeral eulogy myself will speak.
There are some impressive dramatic situations, the finest of which is at the close of the second act, after the murder of Britannicus, the result of a threat from Agrippina to dethrone her refractory son in behalf of the rightful heir:
Nero. How is Britannicus?
Agrip. Dead.
Nero. Are you sure?
Agrip. Go see his corpse there, and assure yourself.
Nero. Dead? Poor Britannicus! who might have sat
Upon this very throne instead of me!