Poppaea Monologue from Nero

From Nero by Stephen Phillips

female · defiant · 56 sec

Your mother Agrippina. (NERO: Still my mother!) She would not bear it: would command her son To leave me: a younger woman has no hope Against her. (NERO: I am not her lackey.) No? Ah, but her child, and born but to obey. And yet though wiser, mightier, than myself, You shall not find in her a listener So still, so answerable to your mood. And, I will say it, you'll not find in her One who has dived so deep into your soul, Who sees--I cannot flatter--sees that greatness Which she too long keeps under: were I you I would be Caesar, spite of twenty mothers, And seem the mighty poet that I am. I'll go.

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