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Show 32x 27* FATE of CAPUA. And hare preferv'd you for this Interview. Fav. More terrible than Death it felt to me. Vir Y o u cannot think I come to pardon you; N o , all that I endeavour, or can gain Upon m y Wrongs, is to difarm m y Rage, And let it pafs among the ftrange Efletts Or that commanding Pow'r, you always had Upon m y Heart, that you are yet alive. But I a m ftill contriving m y Revengei Still meditating h o w to punifh you \ And I a m in a w a y that pleafes m e : It fatisfies m y Juftice better too, Than the Atonement of your fpotted Blood. [i Fav. There is no Remedy, no w a y to fave M y Innocence, but by accufing him, W h o always has been dearer than m y Life. It muft be he, that could purfue m e there. If he has fcap'd with Safety, I a m paid, Tho' 'tis a heavy Lofs of Life, and Fame. Virginius returr.s with a Child in his Hani Vir. Here is a little Innocent, that comes T o Mourn with you: Soon as (he can fpeak plain, She'll tell you, 'tis an undone Mother's Lofs Hifl brought her hither, to be Nurs'd in Tears. Fav. O ! m a y ihe never k n o w her Mother's Fate.' Vir. N o r the Di (honour of her Father; but Inheriting her Parents Infamy, She muft grow up with the Difgrace, and Shame, Look on her well. Fav. M y Eyes and Heart are full of her. Vir. Lock on her as it were to be the laft, T h e laft. laft Look tint you may ever have. Fav. This Objeft I would wifh to clofe my iy«. Vir. Y o u muft remember h o w fhe has been bred, The fondled Darling of our rival Loves Fav. W h o are to firive in Fondnefs of her now? W h o to furply a tender Mother's Care? Vir. O ! that the Reafon of m y Love Ihould prove, Should ever prove the Reafon ot m y Hate! M o w have I hung upon the Httie Lines Ot that dear Face, with a fond Father $ joy, The FATE of CAPUA. 313 To find the Mother there in Minature By Nature's Hind copy'd in every Look* I pray'd the Gods (he might refemble you, And now abhor trfe Likenefs I defrVd- I cannot look upon her, but (he brings Her Mother's Crimes into m y Memory - When you are in your Grave, the fight of her Will raife you from the Dead, to haunt m y Peace, To plague, and punifh m e j take her away. I wonnot throw her out to Beggary, But for your fake will never fee her more. Fav. O miferable W o m a n ! muft I be The Ruin of m y Child! [She fnatches up the Child, the Women come about her to take the Child. Vir. Away with her. Why am I not obey'd ? Force her away. lav. O let her May but for a parting Hour Vir. No, not a Minute, not a Moment's ftay. lav. T o take a farewel Kifs. Vir. You've feen your laft of her. » Now ihe has wound her felf about your Heart, Now Ihe has hold of all the Strings of Life, Now tear her thence that you at laft may feel [Forcing the Child from her fhe falls on the Floor. Some of the Tortures you prepar'd for me. Fav. The Gods muft give m e Patience to fuppert What they inflidt, this is a thoufand Deaths. Vir. When I can entertain you at this rate, I'll vific you again; in the mean rime You know your Lodging, I muft fee you in. You'll have fufficient leifure to rcfled Upon the Follies that have brought you here. YouVe made your felf unworthy of the World, And therefore never fhall appear agiin, But live forlorn, immur'd within thefe Walls. Who's there? A Servant enters with a Bagger in om Hand, and a Bowl mt'other, and gives 'em to Virginius, who places 'e<n on * Table by Favonia. W e your Father's Prefent yet to bring. He |
