This way I can elude their search. The heart, I could have driven him from my breast for ever. -The; were not wrongs; 'twas virtue which undid us, And virtue shall unite us in the grave. I heard them say, as they departed hence, Unmanly fondness mingle with thy virtue, And I will touch thee nearly. Oh, come on, 'Tis thou alone canst give Horatia peace. [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I. A Street of Rome. Chorus of Youths and Virgins singing and scattering Branches of Oak, Flowers, &c. Then enters HORATIUS, leaning on the Arm of PUBLIUS HORATIUS. CHORUS. THUS, for freedom nobly won, And on one victorious son Half exhausts her blooming stores. A YOUTH. Scatter here the laurel crown, A VIRGIN. Scatter here the myrtle wreath, A YOUTH. Scatter here the oaken bough; We that civic meed bestow He sav'd all who sav'd the state. CHORUS. Thus for freedom, &c. Horatius. Thou dost forgive me then, my dearest boy, I cannot tell thee half my ecstasy. The day which gave thee first to my glad hopes Pub. No more, my friends.--You must permit me, sir, To contradict you here. Not but my soul, Is deaf to pleasure- -Let me leave you, friends; As they are going off, HORATIA rushes in. I bade her come; she has forgot her sorrows, Horatia. Is this the hero That tramples nature's ties, and nobly soars Let me observe him well. Pub. What means my sister? Horatia. Thy sister! I disclaim the impious title; Base and inhuman! Give me back my husband, My life, my soul, my murder'd Curiatius! Pub. He perish'd for his country. Horatia. Gracious gods! Was't not enough that thou hadst murder'd him, But that must trumph a thy guilt, and wear His bleeding tools-Oh, let me tear them from thee, Pu. Horana, bear me, Yet I am calm, and can forgive thy folly; Horatia. I will not go.-What, have I touch'd thee, then? And canst thou feel?—Oh, think not thou shalt lose Thy share of anguish. I'll pursue thee still, "Urge thee all day with thy unnatural crimes, "Tear, harrow up thy breast; and then at night" I'll be the fury that shall haunt thy dreams; Wake thee with shrieks, and place before thy sight Thy mangled friends in all their pomp of horror. Pub. Away with her! 'tis womanish complaining. Think'st thou such trifles can alarm the man Whose noblest passion is his country's love? Let it be thine, and learn to bear affliction." tia. Curse on my country's love, the trick ye teach us To make us slaves beneath the mask of virtue; And violate the first great law within us. I scorn the impious passion. Pub. Have a care; Thou'st touch'd a string which may awake my ven geance. Horatia. [Aside.] Then it shall "do it." Pub. Oh, if thou dar'st prophane That sacred tie which winds about my heart, Indeed she's mad. Horatia. Stand off, I am not mad [To Publius, Nay, draw thy sword; I do defy thee, murderer, Rise, rise, ye states (Oh, that my voice could fire Horatius. Distraction !-Force her off Horatia. [Struggling.] Could I but prove the Helen to destroy |