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Show 500 The VAT* of CA*vA. Water and Fire not of more ^^^ T o the fupport and * » m f » " » of m v Toy. Than Friendfhip to the be.ng of m y ^ 'TJ^nVrZuW-aFriendin honeft thing, And now let's heartily (hake Hands, and p «s T o vouThieh Fortune, You; I » « ? y j f - ^i> My Fortune and your Fate (hall be but one. 7 « „ Thev are impoflible to reconcile: Vou happy, I am born to be a Wretch. You K and 1 condemned to be a fflwe O , had I tal'n with Honour in he Field. S o w many Miferies had ended there! £ i . hZ fecur'd m e then from being led J J f t X f t e e J over m y Country". Shame. I hlte y Z fl*«W, I »ate )?ur ? ' VKwcinonlybeaFriendto^. ^auX^^^f r,d Off Y o u hear him, he is not to be recla.md- Vir This is the prefent Senfe of Suffering; T h e GHef of unheal'd Wounds: All w.1 be well. ?hOf You cannot truft him with fns Uberty. Vir. With m y o w n Life 1 will. fun Have you refolv d Ab0Ut^ SlSblMW^ be yourCd, 2 : * & £ ^ v o u r o w n Hands you fet it then on fe ^ u i i f f i T o u , and theConfequcncc eyoari, Of. H e has warn d 7 ° ^ Junius y ^ Virpi SCENI 301 The FATE */CA*UA; SCENE Virginius'x Houfe. Enter Favonia, a Woman following. frv. VH hear no more: When next thoufpeak'ft tome' Let Blood, and Death; and Ruin be the Theme. Talk of the MalTacres of Families, Plunder of Cities, and whole Countries wafte. A private Mifchief is not worth the News. Tell me that all the dire Calamities Of raging War, chain'd up in Difcipline, Are now broke loofe, trooping in horrid March, To fright the World, the Brood of Cerberus, And worry all, like the Black-guard of Hell. That Luft and Rapine do divide the Spoil: That Giant Murder does beftride our Streets, Stalking in Stare, and wading deep in Blood. My Father Butcher'd, weltring in his Gore: A Dagger in the Throat of m y dear Child: And thou (halt be as welcome then as no w; [Exit Woman. That Capua is in univerfal Blaze j All, all the Winds of Heav'n driving this way, And nothing but m y Tears to quench the Flame. -Junius alive! ev'n that would give rue Death. h Capua too! that brings it nearer ftill. In the fame Houfe! that ftabs the Dagger home: It hurries m e to Execution, And Execution too upon the Rack; Let me be out of pain, before he comes. What Corner (hall I find to hide this Head in? Where is that Dungeon-darknefs that can blind The Eye of Jealoufie ? M y Husband comes To draw m e to the hateful Light again, To drag me to the trial of m y Truth. What can I plead ? O guilty, guilty Wretch! There is no Courage, but in Innocence: No Conftancy, but in an honeft Caufe. Thy C < fcience is a thoufand WitnelTcs: And Juntas, the chief AccefTary, he Stands out againft thee, and confelTes all. I'll hear no more: Pronounce m y Sentence quick, L« j* be Death, to end m c any way, [Exiu |
