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Show C72') H o w diftant is Camillas way from this ? Your Brother loves her, her's your Husband is, Yet, in each Army with another eye, She&ao a I over and a Brother fpie : W h e n in Rome's Fortunes you were moft involv'd, She was as much confusd and unrefolv'd : She fear'd the ftorm from every cloud would fpread, And the fuccefs of either fide did dread : The moft unfortunate flie did bemoan, ' And whofoe'er prevailed flie was undone. But when the day, fl|e knew, was drawing nigh, And one great Battel fliould the Quarrel try, A fudden gladnefs breaking from her brow SABINA. Ah Julia I how that joy alarms m e now I Valerius yefterday ihe fmifd upon, And for his lake, .(he Curtius will difown ; A nearer Object (hatches her efteem, And two years abfence hath deformed him ! But though m y Brother be to m e fo dear, By care of \{n% I niuftjnot injure her ; M y groundlefs jealoufie concludes amifs, W h o can change love at fuch a time as this ? H o w can a heart receive a wound that's new, W h e n fuch: great fliocks give it fo much to do ? Yet from joy too, this fatal day deters, And from contentments which reiemble hers. JULIA. In m e it equal wonder does produce, Nor do I know what can be her excufe ; 'Tis Conftancy enough if w e can wait, Without impatience, fo fever e a Fate, But 'tis toq much, if w e fhall chearful grow. SABINA. See, fome;good Genius.fends her hither now, Her thoughts on this,./engage her to reveal, From you h$5"Friendfl)ip ridthing ca# conceal; I'll leave )iQj^tj-Sifter. talke with Julia now^ . For (73) For I'm amam'd m y weakriefs to aVoW -, And fo much forrow does m y heart invade, That I muft hide it in SdkaA fecret fhade. Exit. • - > T • 1 " t > . . . - . . . . T SGE'N. II. r Julia, Camilla. CAMILLA. W h y does fhe wi(h 1 fhould with you converfc Does flie believe m y trouble lefs than hers > f Or more infenfible of this fad day, Does fhe conclude I have no tears to pay ? With equal terror I a m threaten'd too, And I fhall lofe as much as fhe can do': The M a n to w h o m I did m y heart refign, Muft for his Country die, or mine mine': And all that I can love (fuch is m y fate!) * Muft now deferve m y forrow or m v hate Alas! J JULIA. Yet he* affliction is more ftrange, W e may a Lover, not a Husband change; Receive Valerius love, Curtius forget And you'll no more the other fide regret -7 But wholly Ours, and reeompos'd within/ You'll nothing have to lofe, when Rome does win. CAMILLA. Ah give m e Counfel more legitimate, Nor teach m e with a Crime to fhun m y Fate; For though m y ride of W o e s I fcarce can ftem, I rather would endure than merit them JULIA. Can you believe a prudent change a fault ? CAMILLA. And can you think a Perjury is not > JULIA. What can engage us to out iuortal foes ? CAMIL* |