I am concern'd, my sovereign, That even the meanest part of me should blast Tullus. It does most amply. She has cause for sorrow. The shock was sudden, and might well alarm A firmer bosom. "The weak sex demand "Our pity, not our anger; their soft breasts "Are nearer touch'd, and more expos'd to sorrows "Than man's experter sense. Nor let us blame "That tenderness which smooths our rougher na tures, "And softens all the joys of social life." You must prepare for combat. you. For you, young soldier, Some few hours But I charge you Try well your heart, and strengthen every thought To spurn the ties of nature, and forget In one short hour whole years of virtuous friendship, Pub. I do, my gracious sovereign; Tullus. True; but yet consider, Is it an easy task to change affections? At once the frown of war, and stern defiance ? Pub. Think not, oh, king, howe'er resolv'd on combat, I sit so loosely to the bonds of nature, As not to feel their force. I feel it strongly. To what we owe the public. Partial ties Cease to be men. As in our earliest days, Tullus. Now I dare trust thee; go and teach thy brothers To think like thee, and conquest is your own. is is true courage, not the brutal force Of vulgar heroes, but the firm resolve Without their aid to shine in deeds of arms, A dream, a vapour, or an ague fit May make a coward of him.-Come, Horatius, They should behold their sister thus alarm'd. Haste, soldier, and detain them. [To one of the guards Horatius. Gracious sir, We'll follow on the instant. Tullus. Then farewell. When next we meet, 'tis Rome and liberty! [Exit with guards. Horatius. Come, let me arm thee for the glorious toil. I have a sword, whose lightning oft has blaz'd Whose temper'd edge has cleft their haughty crests, [Going. -And yet, my Publius, shall I own my weakness; Though I detest the cause from whence they spring, I feel thy sister's sorrows like a father. She was my soul's delight. Pub. And may remain so. This sudden shock has but alarm'd her virtue, Not quite subdued its force. At least, my father, D Time's lenient hand will teach her to endure The ills of chance, and reason conquer love. Pub. By no means, my lord; You heard the king's commands about my brothers, Horatius. It shall be so. We'll think no more of her. 'Tis glory calls, [Exit. AS HORATIUS goes off, HORATIA enters at another Door. Horatia. Where is my brother?-Oh, my dearest Publius, If e'er you lov'd Ifaratia, ever felt That tenderness which you have seem'd to feel, Pub. What wouldst thou, my Horatia? Horatia. I know not what I would-I'm on the rack, Despair and madness tear my labʼring soul. -And yet, my brother, sure you might relieve me. Pub. How! by what means? By Heaven, I'll die Horatia. You might decline the combat. Horatia. I do not Expect it from thee. Pr'ythee, look more kindly. -And yet, is the request so very hard ? I only ask thee not to plunge thy sword Into the breast thou lov'st, not kill thy friend; Horatia ; Thou know'st 1 dearly love thee, nay, thou know'st Horatia. 'Tis not virtue Which contradicts our nature, 'tis the rage Of over-weening pride. Has Rome no champions Who might without a crime aspire to conquest, Pub. Away, away! Talk to thy lover thus. But 'tis not Caius Thou wouldst have infamous. Horatia. Oh, kill me not With such unkind reproaches. Yes, I own I love him, more Pub. Than a chaste Roman maid Should dare confess. |