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Show • C9°) Nor fhall your impious Swords your rage purine, Unlefs through m e they make: their way to you. OWifc! CURTIUS. O Sifter! CAMILLA. c Courage ! they diffolve! SABINA. W h a t can vou fish I palenefs your cheek involve > W t t makelyouLinf I are thefe the hearts fo brave, W h o , in thci/hands, the fates of Empire have ? H O R A CE Tell me, Sabina, what thy quarrel is, That could deferve fo fharp revenge as this? Or againft thee, what could m y Honor doe, That thou fhouldft it fo cruelly purfue? But be content t'have forc'd it to a Bay, A n d let m e finifh this important day 5 Thou haft o'er m e a ftrange advantage got, But as thou lov'ft thy Husband triumph not; G o then, a doubtful Viftory were here unfit, 'Tis fhame enough to have difpatched.it. O let m e bravely end m y days at leaft. SABINA. Co, fear not me, thy party is encreas'd. . (91) 1' '' 1 • 1 • 1 1 1 f i n r 1 1 -f SCEN. VII. I I Old Horace, and all the reft. Old HORACE. How's this m y cons ? trifling with W o m e n s charms, W h e n Rome and Alba call you to your Arms ? You muft fhed blood, then why fhould tears furprize? But fhun th infectious forrow of their Eyes: For if you ftay, their cunning tendernefs, Will, on you both, obtain the firft fuccefs; And in fuch Wars to flie is to fubdue. SABINA. Fear nothing, Sir, they are too worthy you, In fpight of us, you in them both fhall fee, All that your con, and Son-in-law fhould be: If our.tears could an impreflkfn give, Well them to your feverer virtue leave. C o m e Sifter, come, lets no more forrow lofe, Thefe Rocks will ftill refift fuch floods as thofe 5 'Tis to defpair alone that w e muft flie 5 G o Tygers fight, well find a way to die. SCEN VIII. Old Horace, Young Horace. Surtius. Young HORACE. Sir, by your prudence their efcape prevent, Or they'll purlue us with their difcontent, And with a noife unwelcome and abrupt, Their love and grief our fight will interrupt > Which may give envy a pretence to ftick Upon our names, that poor and crafty tricjk: aq And |