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'Twere now too late; ere this they must have con
querd. And here's the happy messenger of glory.
Enter VALERIA. Valeria. All's lost, all's ruin'd! freedom is no more! Horatius. What dost thou say? l'aleria. That Rome's subdu'd by Alba. Horatius. It cannot be. Where are my sons ? All
dead ? Valeria. Publius is still alive-the other two Have paid the fatal debt thcy ow'd their country.
Horatius. Publius alive! You must mistake, Valeria. He knows his duty better. He must be dead, or Rome victorious.
Valeria. Thousands as well as I beheld the combat. After his brother's death he stood alone, And acted wonders against three assailants; Till forc'd at last to save himself by flight
Horatius. By Alighit! And did the soldiers let him
Oh, I am ill again! - The coward villain !
[Throwing himself into his chair. Horatia. Alas, my brothers !
Horatius. Weep not for them, girl.
Tears a fond father's heart, and tamely barters
oppos'd him? Horatius. Die ! “ He might have died. Oh, villain, villain, villain !" And he shall die; this arm shall sacrifice The life he dar'd preserve with infamy.
[Endeavouring to rise. What means this weakness? 'Tis untimely now, When I should punish an ungrateful boy. Was this his boasted virtue, which could charm His cheated sovereign, and brought tears of joy To my old eyes : -So young a hypocrite ! Oh, shame, shame, shame!
Valeria. Have patience, sir; all Rome Beheld his valour, and approv'd his flight, Against such opposition.
Horatius. Tell not me!
Whate'er 'gainst Rome your awful wills decree,
A Room in Horatius's House. Enter HORATIUS,
Valeria. Restrain your rage
Horatius. It cannot be.
Valeria. And see, my brother comes, He may perhaps relate-
· Horatius. I will not bear him ; I will not listen to my shame again.
king, To sooth a father's grief, and to expressHoratius. I've heard it all; I pray you spare my
But the third Valerius. True, he indeed may well supply your loss, And calls for all your fondness.
Horatius. All my vengeance : And he shall have it, sir.
“ Valerius. What means my lord ? " Are you alone displeas'd with wliat he has done ?
“ Horatius. 'Tis I alone, I find, must punish it."
Valerius. Vengeance ! " Punish, my lord | What fault has he committed ?
Horatius. Why will you double niy confusion thus? Is night no fault?
Valerius. In such a cause as his 'Twas glorious.
Horatius. Glorious! Oh, rare sophistry ! To find a way through infamy to glory! Valerius. I scarce can trust my senses-
--Infamy! What, was it infamous to save his country? Is art a crime? Is it the name of flight We can't forgive, though it's ador'd effect Restor'd us all to freedom, fame, and empire? Horatius. What fame, what freedom? Who has sav'd his country
? Valerius. Your son, my lord, has done it. Horatius. How, when, where? Valerius. Is't possible! Did not you say you knew ?
Horatius. I care not what I knew-On, tell me all ! Is Rome still free:-Has Alba :---Has my son in Tell me now
Valerius. Your son, my lord, has slain her cham.
pions. Horatius. What, Publius? Valerius. Ay, Publius.
Horatius. Oh, let me clasp thee to me! Were there not three remaining ?
Valerius. True, there were ;
Horatius. Your sister here had told us
Valerius. Your other sons, my lord, had paid the debt
Horatius. Pretended fight, and this succeeded, ha!
all pursued, but not with equal speed.