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Horatius. Shame of thy race, why dost thou hang
upon him i
Wouldst thou entail eternal infamy
Horatia. Indeed I would not,
Pub. Pity thee! Begone, fond wretch, nor urge my temper thus. By Heaven, I love thee as a brother ought. Then hear my last resolve; if Fate, averse To Rome and us, determine my destruction, I charge thee wed thy lover; he will then Deserve thee nobly. Or, if kinder gods Propitious hear the prayers of suppliant Rome, And he should fall by me, I then expect No weak upbraidings for a lover's death, But such returns as shall become thy birth, A sister's thanks for having sav'd her country. [Exit. Horatia. Yet stay-Yet hear me, Publius-But one
word. Horatius. Forbear, rash girl, thou'lt ternpt thy fa
ther To do an outrage might perhaps distract him.
Horatia. Alas, forgive me, sir, I'm very wretched,
Horatius. I do, I do-
To make thee happy yet. But on thy duty,
Horatia. I will not,
[Exit Horatia, [Looking after her. ] Spite of my boasted strength, her
griefs unman me. -But let her from my thoughts! The patriot's breast
No hopes, no fears, but for his country knows,
ACT M. SCENE 1.
Continues. VALERIUS and VALERIA meeting.
Valeria. 'Tis not the lover, but the friend she wants, If thou dar'st own that name.
Valerius. The friend, my sister !
Valeria. Alas! these raptures suit not her distressi
She seeks th' inaulgent friend, whose sober sense,
Valeria. Yes, Valerius.
Valerius. Her advocate
Valeria. 'Tis to him she sends you,
Palerius. They flow in vain, Valeria :
Nay, and thou know'st they do. Oh, earth and
l'aleriu. Yet thou canst murder her Thou dust pretend to love ; away, deceiver! l'll seek some worthier messenger to plead In beauty's cause; but first inform Horatia, How much Valerius is the friend she thought him.
[Going. Valerius. Oh, heavens ! stay, sister; 'tis an arduous
task. Paleria. I know the task is hard, and thought I
knew Thy virtue too.
Valerius. I must, I will obey thee.
Valeria. My Valerius !
Valerius. Yes, I will undertake this hateful office; It never can succeed.--Yet at this instant It may be dangerous, while the people melt With fond compassion.--No, it cannot be ; His resolution's fix'd, and virtuous pride Forbids an alteration. To attempt it
hes her my friend, and may afford hereafter
A thousand tender hours to move my suit.
Another Apartment. Enter HORATIA and VALERIA.
HORATIA with a Scarf in her Hand. Horatia. Where is thy brotherWherefore stays
he thus? Did you conjure him.: did he say he'd come? I have no brothers now, and fly to him As my last refuge. Did he seem averse To thy entreaties ? Are all brothers so? * Alas, thou told’st me he spake kindly to thee! "'Tis me, 'tis me he shuns; I am the wretch “ Whom virtue dares not make acquaintance with. " Yet fly to him again, entreat him hither, “ Tell him for thy sake to have pity on me. 6 Thou are no enemy to Rome, thou hast « No Alban husband to claim half thy tears, 66 And make humanity a crime."
Valeria. Dear maid,
Horatia. Oh, wherefore then