A thousand tender hours to move my suit. That hope determines all. [Exit. SCENE II. Another Apartment. Enter HORATIA and VALERIA. HORATIA with a Scarf in her Hand. Horatia. Where is thy brother? Wherefore 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. “Thou are no enemy to Rome, thou hast "No Alban husband to claim half thy tears, "And make humanity a crime." Valeria. Dear maid, Restrain your sorrows; I've already told you Horatia. Oh wherefore then Is he away? Each moment now is precious; Long scenes of lasting peace, and smiling years Valeria. I will again go seek him; pray, be calm; Success is thine if it depends on him. [Exit. Horatia. Success | alas, perhaps even now too late I labour to preserve him; the dread arm Of vengeance is already stretch'd against him, And he must fail. Yet let me strive to save him. Yes, thou dear pledge, design'd tor happier hours, [To the scarf. The gift of nuptial love, thou shalt at least Essay thy power. Oft as I fram'd thy web, He sate beside me, and would say in sport, And one must conquer. Enter VALERIUS and VALERIA. Valerius. Save you, gracious lady; On the first message which my sister sent me Horatia. Are they engag'd then? Valerius. No, not yet engag'd; Soft pity for a while suspend the onset; The sight of near relations, arm'd in fight To change the combatants. Horatia. My blessings on them! Think you they will succeed ? Valerius. The chiefs themselves Are resolute to fight. Horatia. Insatiate virtue! I must not to the field; I am confin'd A prisoner here; or sure these tears would move An humble suitor from the veriest wretch Valerius. Dear lady, speak! Valerius. To whom? Horatia. To Curiatius bear this scarf: And tell him, if he ever truly lov'd; If all the vows he breath'd were not false lures To catch th' unwary mind-and sure they were not! O tell him how he may with honour cease To urge his cruel right; the senators Of Rome and Alba will approve such mildness. "Valeria. Well, well, he will. Do not torment thyself. [Horatia catches hold of the scarf, which she looked upon attentively while Valeria spoke. "Horatia. Look here, Valeria, where my needle's art "Has drawn a Sabine virgin, drown'd in tears "For her lost country, and forsaken friends; "While by her side the youthful ravisher "Looks ardent love, and charms her griefs away. “I am that maid distress'd, divided so "Twixt love and duty. But why rave I thus? "Haste haste to Curiatius-and yet stay; "Sure I have something more to say to him: "I know not what it was." Valerius. Could I, sweet lady, But paint your grief with half the force I feel it, Horatia. It may be so. Stay, stay; be sure you tell him, If he rejects my suit, no power on earth Shall force me to his arms. I will devise I'll die and be reveng❜d I Valeria. Away, my brother! But, Oh, for pity, do your office justly! [aside to Valerius. Let not your passion blind your reason now ; Valerius. By my soul, I will, Valeria. Her distress alarms me; [Exit. "Valeria. Come, dearest maid, indulge not thus your sorrows; "Hope smiles again, and the sad prospect clears. "Who knows th' effect your message may produce? "The milder senators ere this perhaps "Have mov'd your lover's mind; and if he doubts, "He's yours." Horatia. He's gone-I had a thousand things-And yet I'm glad he's gone. Think you, Valeria, Your brother will delay-They may engage Before he reaches them. Valeria. The field's so near, That a few minutes brings him to the place. "And 'tis not probable the senators "So soon should yield a cause of so much justice. "Horatia. Alas! they should have thought on that before. E |