AGRIPPINA, AN UNFINISHED TRAGEDY. DRAMATIS PERSONE. AGRIPPINA, the Empress-mother. POPPAA, believed to be in love with OTHO. SENECA, the Emperor's Preceptor. ANICETUS, Captain of the Guards. DEMETRIUS, the Cynic, friend to SENECA. ACERONIA, Confidant to AGRippina. SCENE-The Emperor's villa at Baiæ. "THE argument drawn out by him, in these two papers, (says Mr. Mason, in his Edition of Gray) under the idea of a plot and under-plot, I shall here unite; as it will tend to show that the action itself was possessed of sufficient unity. "The drama opens with the indignation of Agrippina, at receiving her son's orders from Anicetus to remove from Baiæ, and to have her guard taken from her. At this time Otho having conveyed Poppaa from the house of her husband Rufus Crispinus, brings her to Baiæ, where he means to conceal her among the crowd; or, if his fraud is discovered, to have recourse to the Emperor's authority: but, knowing the lawless temper of Nero, he determines not to have recourse to that expedient but on the utmost necessity. In the mean time he commits her to the care of Anicetus, whom he takes to be his friend, and in whose age he thinks he may safely confide. Nero is not yet come to Baiæ: but Seneca, whom he sends before him, informs Agrippina of the accusation concerning Rubellius Plancus, and desires her to clear herself, which she does briefly; but demands to see her son, who, on his arrival, acquits her of all suspicion, and restores her to her honours. In the mean while, Anicetus, to whose care Poppaa had been intrusted by Otho, contrives the following plot to ruin Agrippina: he betrays his trust to Otho, and brings Nero, as it were by chance, to the sight of the beautiful Poppaa: the Emperor is immediately struck with her charms, and she, by a feigned resistance, increases his passion; though, in reality, she is from the first dazzled with the prospect of empire, and forgets Otho she therefore joins with Anicetus in his design of ruining Agrippina, soon perceiving that it will be for her interest. Otho, hearing that the Emperor had seen Poppaa, is much enraged; but not knowing that this interview was obtained through the treachery of Anicetus, is readily persuaded by him to see Agrippina in secret, and acquaint her with his fears that her son Nero would marry Poppaa. Agrippina, to support her own power, and to wean the Emperor from the love of Poppaa, gives Otho encouragement, and promises to support him. Anicetus secretly introduces Nero to hear their discourse; who resolves immediately on his mother's death, and, by Anicetus' means, to destroy her by drowning. A solemn feast, in honour of their reconciliation, is to be made; after which, she being to go by sea to Bauli, the ship is so contrived as to sink or crush her: she escapes by accident, and returns to Baiæ. In this interval Otho has an interview with Poppæa; and being duped a second time by Anicetus and her, determines to fly with her into Greece, by means of a vessel which is to be furnished by Anicetus; but he, pretending to remove Poppaa on board in the night, conveys her to Nero's apartment: she then encourages and determines Nero to banish Otho, and finish the horrid deed he had attempted on his mother. Anicetus undertakes to execute his resolves; and, under a pretence of a plot upon the Emperor's life, is sent with a guard to murder Agrippina, who is still at Baiæ in imminent fear, and irresolute how to conduct herself. The account of her death, and the Emperor's horror and fruitless remorse, finishes the drama." ACT I. SCENE I. AGRIPPINA. ACERONIA. AGRIP. "TIS well, begone! your errand is perform'd, The message needs no comment. Tell your master, Say, she retir'd to Antium, there to tend Her household cares, a woman's best employment. What if you add, how she turn'd pale and trembled ; You think, you spied a tear stand in her eye, And would have dropp'd, but that her pride restrain❜d it? (Go! you can paint it well) 'twill profit you, And please the stripling. Yet 'twould dash his joy To hear the spirit of Britannicus Yet walks on earth: at least there are who know Without a spell to raise, and bid it fire A thousand haughty hearts, unus'd to shake Of th' unpledg'd bowl, they love not aconite. ACER. He's gone: and much I hope these walls alone And the mute air are privy to your passion. Forgive your servant's fears, who sees the danger In haughty youth, and irritated power. AGRIP. And dost thou talk to me, to me of danger, Of haughty youth and irritated power, To her that gave it being, her that arm'd This painted Jove, and taught his novice hand To aim the forked bolt; while he stood trembling, Scar'd at the sound, and dazzled with its brightness? 'Tis like, thou hast forgot, when yet a stranger To adoration, to the grateful steam Of flattery's incense, and obsequious vows Deck'd with no other lustre, than the blood To fame, or fortune; haply eyed at distance To judge of weights and measures; scarcely dar'd Of long-forgotten liberty: when I Oped his young eye to bear the blaze of greatness; Shew'd him where empire tower'd, and bade him strike The noble quarry. Gods! then was the time To shrink from danger; fear might then have worn The mask of prudence: but a heart like mine, Display the radiant prize, will mount undaunted, Gain the rough heights, and grasp the dangerous honour. ACER. Through various life I have pursued your steps, Have seen your soul, and wonder'd at its daring: How vast the debt of gratitude which Nero I well remember too (for I was present) Impending o'er your son: their answer was, Perish (you cried) the mother! reign the son! AGRIP. Thus ever grave and undisturb'd reflection Pours its cool dictates in the madding ear Of rage, and thinks to quench the fire it feels not. This mighty emperor, this dreaded hero, ACER. Did I not wish to check this dangerous passion, I might remind my mistress that her nod Can rouse eight hardy legions, wont to stem Mark'd for their leader: these, by ties confirm'd, AGRIP. It bears a noble semblance. Ha! by Juno, On this base My great revenge shall rise; or say we sound The trump of liberty; there will not want, Even in the servile senate, ears to own G |