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Expect it from thee. Pr’ythee, look more kindly.
Horatia. 'Tis not virtue
Pub. Away, away!
Horatia. Oh, kill me not
Pub. Than a chaste Roman maid
Horatia. Should dare! What means my brother > I had my father's sanction on my love, And duty taught me first to feel its power.
Should dare confess IIs that the dreadful crime? Alas, but spare him, spare thy friend, Horatius, And I will cast him from my breast for ever. Will that oblige thee :-" Only let him die 66 By other hands, and I will learn to hate him." Pub. Why wilt thou talk thus madly? Love him
still I And if we fall the victims of our country, (Which Heav'n avert 1) wed, and enjoy him freely. Horatia. Oh, never, never. What, my country's
bane! The murderer of my brothers! may the gods First “tear me, blast me, scatter me on winds, " And” pour out each unheard-of vengeance on me!
Pub. Do not torment thyself thus idly-Go, Compose thyself, and be again my sister.
Re-enter Horatius, with the Sword. Horatius. This sword in Veii's field -What dost
thou here? Leave him, I charge thee, girl---Come, come, my
Horatia. What! to the field ?
Horatius. Shame of thy race, why dost thou hang
upon him? Wouldst thou entajl eternal infamy On him, on me, and all ?
Horatia. Indeed I would not, I know I ask impossibilities; Yet pity me, my father !
Pub. Pity thee! Begone, fond wretch, nor urge my temper thus. By Heaven, I love thee as a brother ought. Then hear my last resolve; if Fate, averse To Rone and us, determine my destruction, I charge thee wed thy lover; he will then Deserve thee nobly. Or, if kinder gods Propitious hear the prayers of suppliant Rome, And he should fall by me, I then expect No weak upbraidings for a lover's death, But such returns as shall become thy birth, A sister's thanks for having sav'd her country. [Exit. Horatia. Yet stay-Yet hear me, Publius--But one
word. Horatius. Forbear, rash girl, thou'lt tempt thy fa
ther To do an outrage might perhaps distract him.
Horatia. Alas, forgive me, sir, I'm very wreiched,
Horatius. I do, I do
To make thee happy yet. But on thy duty,
Horatia. I will not,
[Exit Horatia. Looking after her.] Spite of my boasted strength, her
griefs unman me. -But let her from my thoughts. The patriot's breast
No hopes, no fears, but for his country knows,
ACT I. SCENE I.
Continues. VALERIUS and VALERIA meeting,
Valeria. 'Tis not the lover, but the friend she wants, If thou dar’st own that name.
Valerius. The friend, my sister!
Valeria, Alast these raptures suit not her distress:
She seeks th' indulgent friend, whose sober sense,
Valeria. Yes, Valerius.
Valerius. Her advocate
Valeria. 'Tis to him she sends you,
Valerius. To my rival!
Valerius. They flow in vain, Valeria :