Agrippina Monologue from Nero

From Nero by Stephen Phillips

female · defiant · 1:17 min

See the new tiger in the dancer's eye: 'Ware of him, keepers--then, you bid me go? [ (A pause.) Then I will go. But think not, though I go, My spirit shall not pace the palace still. I am too bound by guilt unto these walls. Still shall you hear a step in dead of night; In stillness the long rustle of my robe. So long as stand these walls I cannot leave them. Yet will I go: behold you, that stand by, A mother by her own son thrust away, Cast out--ha, ha!--in my old age, infirm, To totter and mumble in oblivion! (NERO: A little violent that--did you not think so? And yet the gesture excellent and strong!) Romans, behold this son: the man of men; This harp-player, this actor, this buffoon---- (NERO: Peace!) --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?

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