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For hope to dally with. “ When friends are mad,
« Valerius. Yet we first « Should try the gentler.
“ Valeria. Did I not? Ye powers! “ Did I not sooth your griefs, indulge your fondness, " While the least prospect of success remain’d? “ Did I not press you still to urge your suit, • Intreat you daily to declare your passion, " Seek out unnumber'd opportunities, “ And lay the follies of my sex before you ; “ Valerius. Alas I thou know'st, Valeria, woman's
" heart “ Was never won by tales of bleeding love : “'Tis by degrees the sly enchanter works “ Assimning friendship's name, and fits the soul « For soft impressions, ere the fault'ring tongue, “ And guilty-blushing cheek, with many a glance “ Shot inadvertent, tells the secret fame. “ Valeria. True, these are arts for those that love
at leisure; 6. You had no time for tedious stratagem; • A dangerous rival press'd, and has succeeded."
Valerius. I own my error-yet once more assist meNay, turn not from me, by my soul I meant not To interrupt their loves.-Yet, should some accident, 'Tis not impossible, divide their hearts, I might, pernaps, have hope : therefore 'till marriage Puts off all commerce, and confirms me wretched,
Be it thy task, my sister, with fond stories, Such as our ties of blood may countenance, To paint thy brother's worth, his power in arms, His favour with the king, “but most of all, " That certain tenderness of soul which steals “ All women's hearts," then mention many a fair, No matter whom, that sighs to call you
sister. Valeria. Well, well, away---Yet tell me, ere you go, How did this lover talk of his Horatia } Valerius. Why will you mention that ungrateful
doubt My friendship too; and yet to tell it her Were to betray his cause. No, let
heart With the same blameless caution still proceed; To each inclining most as most distrest; Be just to both, and leave to Heav'n the rest! [Exit.
ACT II. SCENE I,
Continues. Enter HORATIA and VALERIA:
Valeria. Think, my Horatia,
you too nearly feel. But see, your father. Horatia. He seems transported; sure some happy
Has brought him back thuis early. Oh, my heart! I long, yet dread to ask him. Speak, Valeria.
I cannot speak; my joy's too great for utterance. Oh, I could weep!- my sons, my sons are chosen Their country's combatants ; not one, but all i
Horatia. My brothers, said
Horatius. All three, my child,
Valeria. The time
Horatius. This day, this hour
Valeria. And is it known With whom they must engage ?
Horatius. Not yet, Valeria ; But with impatience we expect each moment The resolutions of the Alban senate. And soon may they arrive, that ere we quit Yon hostile field, the chiefs who dar'd oppose Rome's rising glories, may with shame confess The gods protect the empire they have rais’d. Where are thy smiles, Horatia? Whence proceeds This sulien silence, when my thronging joys Want words to speak them ? Pr’ythee, talk of empire, Talk of those darlings of my soul, thy brothers. Cail them whate’er wild fancy can suggest, Their country's pride, the boast of future times, The dear defence; the guardian gods of Romel
By Heaven, thou stand'st unmov’d, nor feels thy
Horatius. Survive! By Heaven,
Enter PUBLIUS HORATIUS. Pub. My father!
[Offering to kneel. Horatius. Hence! Kneel not to nie-stand off; and let me view At distance, and with reverential awe,
"e champion of my country |--Oh, my boy!