This curs'd unsocial state, I'd die with transport: Gaze on the spreading fires-'till the last pile Sunk in the blaze-then mingle with its ruins." Pub. Thou shalt not live to that. Thus perish all the enemies of Rome. Re-enter VALERIUS. [Exit after her. [Without. Valerius. Oh, horror! horror! execrable act; If there be law in Rome; if there be justice, By Rome, and all its gods, thou shalt not 'scape. [Exit. Re-enter PUBLIUS, followed by HORATIA wounded. Horatia. Now thou'st indeed been kind, and I forgive you The death of Curiatius; this last blow Has cancell'd all, and thou'rt again my brother. A daughter bleeding by a brother's hand! My child my child! Horatia. What means this tenderness? I thought to see you Inflam'd with rage against a worthless wretch I said 'twas madness, but he would not hear me. Horatia. Oh, wrong him not; his act was noble justice, rc'd him to the deed; for know, my father, It was not madness, but the firm result Of settled reason, and deliberate thought. For the whole round of fame his worth shall boast Horatius. What hast thou said? Wert thou so bent on death? Was all thy rage dissembled ? Horatia. Alas, my father I All but my love was false; what that inspir'd But for the rest, the curses which I pour'd Pub. My sister live! I charge thee live, Horatia ! Oh, thou hast planted daggers here. Horatia. My brother! Can you forgive me too! then I am happy. [Dias. Horatius. 'Tis gone, the prop, the comfort of my age. Let me reflect; this morn I had three children, Pub. Strike! 'tis the consummation of my wishes To die, and by your hand. Horatius. Oh, blind old man! Wouldst thou lift up thy sacrilegious hand [A cry without.] Justice! Justice ! What noise is that? Enter VOLSCINIUS. Vols. All Rome, my lord, has taken the alarm, and crowds Of citizens enrag'd, are posting hither, To call for justice on the head of Publius. them come. Enter TULLUS, VALERIUS, and Citizens. Valerius. See, fellow-citizens, see where she lies, The bleeding victim. Tullus. Stop, unmanner'd youth! Think'st thou we know not wherefore we are here? Seest thou yon drooping sire? Horatius. Permit them, sir. Tullus. What would you, Romans? Valerius. We are come, dread sir, In the behalf of murder'd innocence; Murder'd by him, the man Horatius. Whose conquering arm Has sav'd you all from ruin. Oh, shame! shame! 1st Citizen. Does he plead for him? 2d Citizen. Does he forgive his daughter's death? Horatius. He does, And glories in it, glories in the thought That there's one Roman left who dares be grateful; If you are wrong'd, then what am I? Must I Be taught my duty by th' affected tears Of strangers to my blood? Had I been wrong'd, This ready-talking sir to bellow for me, Valerius. Friends, countrymen, regard not what he says; Stop, stop your ears, nor hear a frantic father Thus plead against his child. Horatius. He does belie me. What child have I Alas! I have but one And him you would tear from me. G All Citizens. Hear him! hear him! Pub. No; let me speak. Think'st thou, ungrateful youth, To hurt my quiet? I am hurt beyond Thy power to harm me. Death's extremest tortures 1st Citizen. How! lov'd her! Pub. Fondly lov'd her; And, under shew of public justice, screens Think you I lov'd her not? High Heaven's my ness How tenderly I lov'd her; and the pangs I feel this moment, could you see my heart, Valerius has misled us. All Citizens. Save him! save him! wit Behold that virtuous father, who could boast |