Agrippina Monologue from Nero

From Nero by Stephen Phillips

female · defiant · 45 sec

Your pupil now the awful purple wears. You tremble but to grasp the pen! But they Who dyed it thus, feared not to grip the brand. (NERO: It is an act to me unbeautiful. To scatter joy, not sadness, was I born.) It is an act to you most necessary, If you would sit secure where I have set you. Now the light things of boyhood, toys of youth, Unworthy that stern seat, you must discard. Acte, the playmate of those careless hours, Henceforth must be forgotten: you shall wed A royal consort--young Octavia, The child of Claudius, of the imperial line.

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