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 1     1|         of a once great name! ~ NUR. Alas! a sorrowing voice
 2     1| faithful witness of my grief. ~ NUR. What day will ever arrive,
 3     1|        to the Stygian Shades? ~ NUR. I beseech the Gods, may
 4     1|     mine, but the Fates have! ~ NUR. Surely a merciful deity
 5     1|      the minds of the people. ~ NUR. Restrain the expressions
 6     1|       fain be borne headlong! ~ NUR. In vain thou invokest the
 7     1|       tyrant fall by my hand. ~ NUR. Nature has not endowed
 8     1|      strength I should think. ~ NUR. No! rather subdue that
 9     1|          Dost thou mean that? ~ NUR. No, not that; but that
10     1|        towards a similar end. ~ NUR. So favorable is the feeling
11     1|      the weight of troubles). ~ NUR. The power of the populace
12     1|        an Emperor is greater. ~ NUR. But he surely will have
13     1|     stand in the way of that. ~ NUR. But it is granted, that
14     1|         is held dear by Nero. ~ NUR. She is not a wife as yet,
15     1|         and a mother as well! ~ NUR. Juvenile ardour, thou must
16     1|       confirmed immoralities! ~ NUR. He is altogether unworthy,
17     1|      dynasty to its downfall! ~ NUR. Do refrain from a renewal
18     4|      the blood of my husband? ~ NUR. Whatever subjects the mind