Agrippina Monologue from Nero

From Nero by Stephen Phillips

female · contemplative · 1:10 min

This seemeth like to old days come again, Evenings of Antium with a rising moon. [ Stroking his hair. My boy, my boy, again! Look in my eyes. So as a babe would you look up at me After a night of tossing, half-awake, Blinking against the dawn, and pull my head Down to you, till I lost you in my hair. Do you remember many a night so thick With stars as this--you would not go to bed, But still would paddle in the warm ocean Spraying it with small hands into the skies. (NERO: Yes, I remember.) Or when you would sail In a slight skiff under a moon like this, Though chidden oft and oft. (NERO: Ah! I recall it.) 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?

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