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Show *<D4 The VAT* of CAPUA. O f Pleafures that were ever growing there: It was not fafe to hear, I ft»nd * »• J £ . O curs'd EiTeft of foohih Vanity! ?«». What was it to approach then, to behold, A n d F ce ro Face examine and compare The copied Beauties with the Original? 6 ' they were faint, and the DefcnptiOH cold, Seavy and dead, to the infpinng Life: 2nd what I bought Extravagance before, Prov'd eafie to the Wonders 1 faw there. Fav. What will this end in? fun Can w e refolve to gaze upon the Sua With fteady Eyes? foon blinded by that Pride I loft m y way; and found m y felf too late, Born d o w n the Torrent of a PaiTion, That always ended in a Sea ot W o e: 1 plainly faw Ruin attend m y Steps; Therefore refolv'd to lead 'em far away, Where they might never come to trouble you. But O ! it was with all the Violence Of Pangs, in Death, that I at laft refolv d And yielded to that only Remedy: A Remedy worfe than the worft ot Deaths T o fly the Place, where I muft die for Love, Or live a Traitor to m y Friend and Fame. Fav. What have you faid ? Jun. If I nave faid too much, Believe, I rather had in Silence dy'd, Than to have fpoke at all: This was the Fate I labour'd to avoid. But w h o can fhun His Deftiny ? It follows every where: Capua, or Rome, or Carma, ftill the fame. I would have welcom'd it, that fatal Day; But there it loft m e in the Crowd of Death, T i m was the Place of Execution; L a H a s cLght, and fciVd and bound me here; rmontheRack-.Whatldifcovernow, Ts oniv thc ExprelTion of m y Pain, Wrung from m y Hearr, ^ 8 ov«d«rrt ^ « Which elfe mould burft with its ConvulfivcThrow. Rather than eafe its Labour by a Groan, 2^FATE«>/CAPUA; 30* A trembling Sigh, that might offend your Ear M. O Junius! whither are you going ? h oid, jm. A little farther, and I fhall arrive At ray I o ng n o m e' the Goal of m y Defpair. To ask your Pardorr, would repeat m y Fault: To ask your Pity, were to draw you in, By Steps of Mercy, to a Tendernefs, Criminal, and guilty, to reprieve a Wretch, Who, for the C o m m o n Peace, and yours, muft did There is no Ward againft fuch Blows as thefe $ They flaggy me, and I at laft muft fall. Since I am doom'd to be a facrifice Of fatal Friendfhip, and of hopelefs Love, Here let m e fall, I would be ofter'd here ^ Allow me dying to confefs m y Love la my laft Sigh, and at your Feet expire. {Falls at far Feef, (he breaks his Fall, and kneels fy him to recover him. lav. 'Tis I a m bound, and torn upon the Rack 1 I cannot bear it. Junius, Junius : Look up, and live, and I'll confefs enough For you, and for m y felf, all that I know, All that I ever heard of Wretchednefs; What you have undergone, what 1 have felt; What I now fell from this tormenting Love. Where am I going ? Help t h e r e - 6 he come* Again to Life fly, fly to m y Relief. Enter Women, run to ajjift Junius, and lead him off. Ufe all your Arts, his Wcaknefs to reftore ; My Cure muft be, never to fee him more. [Exit at another Door. A C T III. S C E N E I SCENE ^ Garden. Enter Pacuvius and Perolla* P"<.T 'V E watch'd thee with a careful Parent's Eye; * Follow*d through all the Motions of thy Soul, ^d cannot find it* therefore have withdrawn, T* |