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Show (ill) - M a y Eaft and Weft confpire to make her fall J And all the Nations of the barbarous World, T o ruine her, o'er HiHs and Seas be hurl'd : Nor thefe loath'd Walls may her o w n fury fpare, But with her o w n handk her o w n bowels tear *, And may Heavens anger kindled by m y w o, Whole deluges of fire upon her throw ; M a y m y eyes; fee her Temples overturn d, Thefe Houfes afhes, aiid thy Laurels burn'd ; See the laft gafp which the laft Roman draws, And die with joy for having been the caufe. HORACE. Reafon o'ercomes m y patience, fly to hell, And this fad ftory to thy I over tell. (purfues her with his Sword, ^ CAMILLA. J&h Traytor-- ( Is wounded behind the theater. H O n. Perifh,, gnd be that their doom, (reentring. W h o dare lament an enemy of Rome. SCEN. VI. Horace, Proculus. PROCULUS. What have you done ? HORACE. That which I not repent Her crime deferv'd no lefs a punifhment. PROCU. This rigor in a brother feem'd too great, HORACE. The name of fifter I muft now forget, Her execrations has remov'd her place And all her title to th' Horatian Race, Her treacherous prayers her juft refentment warm'd And CH3) And her o w n blood againft her felf fhe arm'd j Her curfcs fhould, before they are fulfil'd (As Monfters births as foon as born) be kill'd. SCEN. VII. To them Sabina. SABINA. W h y fhould not this brave fury ftill proceed, And your p*eas'd Eyes on that fair objecl feed, Camilla in her Fathers arms expir'd ? If with thefe generous ftrokes you are not tir'd W h y fhould you not to your dea«I ifter joyn The fad remainders of the Alban Line? Our fufferings like our fins fhould equal be ; She but laments for one, and I for three *, Her crime no longer could refill your will, Mine trelbeshers, and yet continues ftill. HORACE, Your tears (Sabina) or m y fight forbear, Seem not unworthy of the name you bear, M y deareft half, and let our mutual flame Which is and was, be ever ftill the fame ; Let both our minds be one, and fince to thine I cannot condefccnd, grow up to mine. I feel the grief which gives thee this tranfport Borrow m y Strength thy weaknefs to fupport: M y honor do not envy but partake, And mine for once thy own example make5 O f two great families thy felf and I Are only left, then w h y fhould either dye? SABINA. Finde greater fouls to emulate your o wn Than mine ; the forrows under which I grown, Alas ! not you but m y misfortune wrought, Towards you I have no misbecoming thought: |