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Show C i oO He waits your Son-in-Law, for he was firft; W h o much incens'd to fee that fo he durft, His utmoft braving does in vain exprefs, For his loft Blood denies him the fuccefs; Alba, whofe hopes with Curtius ftrength decay'd, Soon his next Brother fummons to his aid, W h o haftening to his refcue finds too late, He was preceded by his Brothers fate. C A M I L L A. Alas ! VALERIUS. Yet breathlefs his revenge begun, But quickly gives new conqueft to your Son ; W h o foon defeated all the Arts he try'd, And laid him gafping by his Brother's fide : The Air refounds with noifes thither fent From Roman Joy, and Alban difcontent. Our Hero, when fo near his triumph drew, Not only conquers now, but braves them too : I to m y Brother's fhades give what is paft, But to thee Rome Ifacrifice this laft ; Accept dear Country, this fo noble Blood, (Says he,) and flies to make his promife good. The victory did fcarce admit fufpence, The wounded Alban making fmall defence, But as a Viclim to the Altar goes, And his Throat offers to the deadly blows; So he gave up his undefended breath, Securing Romes Dominion by his Death. OldHORACE. O my brave Son ! true Heir of all Renown, Onely Supporter of a falling Crown! O Virtue worthy of Romes boaft and mine! Thy Country's fuccour, glory of thy Line » W h e n into tenderiiefs fhall I convert, All m y injuftice to thy £reat defcrt ? W h e n mail I m y repenting kindnefs fhow, And with glad tears bathe thy victorious Brow > VAL. That your Endearments may foon find a place The King will haften him to your Embrace - And therefore till to morrow is d e W d * The Sacrifice which muft to heaven be paid ; This day no other Gratitude allows, ? ' ! Son£s of 7 ™ ™ p h , and the publick Vows - ' your oiiel, and heighten your conrPn<-• But 4 . « nor enough for him t o ™ " " Hell come hnnfelf, and that perhaps today Th,s noble action does oblige him fo, 7* That h,S own thanks he will on you beftow, W h o have refignd your Jons to fave his Throne Old H O R •That honor is too great for m e to own; And m requited, by what you have faid, For all the Blood my Sons have fpilt or filed. ~, ,VAL, The King who no imperfect bounty knows, ' His releu d Scepter from infulting Foes Values fo much, that all that he can do, R", \ Z » l°7- Cither y°m Son or You: But I fhall tell him with what noble fire Heroick Virtue does your Soul fofpire And how much Loyal Zeal to him you bear Old H O R. You'll much oblige me by fo kind a care, SCEN. III. r Old Horace, Camilla. Old H O R. Daughter, your Tears are out of feafon now, And nusbecome the place where Honors grow; Sf Do. |