I would have air. But grant me strength, kind | Whate'er 'gainst Rome your awful wills decree, gods, You still are just and merciful to me. [Exeunt. To do this act of justice, and I'll own ACT IV. SCENE I-A Room in Horatius's house. Enter HORATIUS, VALERIA following. Hor. AWAY, away! I feel my strength renewed, And I will hunt the villain through the world: Valeria. Restrain your rage But for a moment, sir. When you shall hear The whole unravelled, you will find he is inno cent. Hor. It cannot be. Valeria. And see, my brother comes. He may perhaps relate Hor. I will not hear him; I will not listen to my shame again. Enter VALERIUS. Val. And he did fly; but 'twas that flight preserved us. All Rome as well as she has been deceived. Did I not say, Valeria, that my boy Val. I come with kind condolance from the I long to hear the manner-Well, Valeriusking To soothe a father's grief, and to express Val. Your other sons, my lord, had paid the debt Hor. I've heard it all; I pray you spare my They owed to Rome, and he alone remained blushes. I want not consolation; 'tis enough They perished for their country. But the thirdVal. True, he indeed may well supply your loss, And calls for all your fondness. Hor. All my vengeance: And he shall have it, sir. Val. What means my lord? Are you alone displeased for what he has done? Hor. 'Tis I alone, I find, must punish it. Val. Vengeance! Punish, my lord! What fault has he committed? Hor. Why will you double my confusion thus? Is flight no fault? Val. In such a case as his 'Twas glorious. Hor. Glorious! Oh, rare sophistry! To find a way through infamy to glory. Val. I scarce can trust my senses-Infamy! Val. Your son, my lord, has done it. 'Gainst three opponents, whose united strength, Though wounded each, and robbed of half their force, Was still too great for his. A while he stood Their fierce assaults, and then pretended flight, Only to tire his wounded adversaries. Hor. Pretended flight, and thus succeeded, ha! Oh, glorious boy! Val. 'Twas better still, my lord; Nor did the first, till 'twas too late, perceive Hor. He took them singly, then? An easy conquest; 'Twas boy's play only! Val. Never did I see Such universal joy, as when the last Sunk on the ground beneath Horatius' sword; Who seemed a while to parley as a friend, And would have given him life, but Caius scorned it. Valeria. Caius! Oh, poor Horatia! Hor. Peace, I charge thee. Go, dress thy face in smiles, and bid thy friend Wake to new transports. Let ambition fire her, What is a lover lost? There's not a youth In Rome but will adore her. Kings will seek For her alliance now, and mightiest chiefs Be honoured by her smiles. Will they not, youth? [Exit Valeria. Val. Most sure, my lord, this day has added worth To her, whose merit was before unequalled. This is true glory, to preserve his country, Val. You may soon, my lord, In his embraces lose the fond remembrance Of scattered wreaths, and grateful songs of praise; voice I heard them say, as they departed hence, pose. SCENE I-A street of Rome. Be resolute, my brother; let no weak ACT V. Chorus of Youths and Virgins singing, and scattering branches of oak, flowers, &c. Then enters HORATIUS, leaning on the arm of PUBLIUS HORATIUS. Chorus. Thus, for freedom nobly won, Rome her hasty tribute pours; A Youth. Scatter here the laurel crown, A Virgin. Scatter here the myrtle wreath, A Youth. Scatter here the oaken bough; We that civic meed bestow He saved all who saved the state. Chorus. Thus, for freedom, &c. Hor. My daughter's voice! I bade her come; she has forgot her sorrows, Horatia. Is this the hero That trample's nature's ties, and nobly soars Pub. What means my sister? Horatia. Thy sister! I disclaim the impious Base and inhuman! Give me back my husband, Was't not enough that thou hadst murdered him, Drink the dear drops that issued from his wounds, Hor. Am I awake, or is it all illusion! Pub. Horatia, hear me; Yet I am calm, and can forgive thy folly; Hor. Thou dost forgive me then, my dearest Thy infamy, or what is more, my shame, I cannot tell thee half my ecstasy. Pub. No more, my friends.You must per- To contradict you here. Not but my soul, Is deaf to pleasure- -Let me leave you, friends; How tamely I forgave it. And canst thou feel? lose Go, Horatia. What, have I touched Oh, think not thou shalt Thy share of anguish. I'll pursue thee still, Thy mangled friends in all their pomp of horror. ing. Think'st thou such trifles can alarm the man, Horatia. Curse on my country's love! the trick ye teach us To make us slaves beneath the mask of virtue; Pub. Have a care; Thou'st touched a string which may awake my I'd not have died by any hand but his, [To Publius. Horatia. Stand off, I am not mad- Rise, rise, ye states! (oh, that my voice could fire [Drawing his sword. This cursed unsocial state, I'd die with transport: [Exit after her. Thus perish all the enemies of Rome! [Without. Re-enter VALERIUS. Val. Oh, horror! horror! execrable act! Re-enter PUBLIUS, followed by HORATIA wounded. For the whole round of fame his worth shall boast Through future ages. Hor. What hast thou said? Wert thou so bent on death? Was all thy rage dissembled ? Horatia. Alas! my father! All but my love was false; what that inspired But for the rest, the curses which I poured Pub. My sister, live! I charge thee live, Ho- Oh, thou hast planted daggers here. Horatia. My brother! Let me reflect; this morn I had four children, Pub. Strike! 'tis the consummation of my Horatia. Now thou'st indeed been kind, and I Wouldst thou lift up thy sacrilegious hand forgive you The death of Curiatius; this last blow Has cancelled all, and thou'rt again my brother. Hor. Heavens! what a sight! A daughter bleeding by a brother's hand! My child! my child! Against the chief, the god, that saved thy coun try? There's something in that face that awes my soul, A cry without. Justice! Justice !] Horatia. What means this tenderness? I What noise is that? thought to see you Inflamed with rage against a worthless wretch, I said 'twas madness, but he would not hear me. I forced him to the decd; for know, my father, Enter VOLSCINIUS. Vols. All Rome, my lord, has taken the alarm, Of citizens, enraged, are posting hither, Enter TULLUS, VALERIUS, and Citizens. Tul. Stop, unmannered youth! Think'st thou we know not wherefore we are here? Seest thou yon drooping sire? Hor. Permit them, sir. Tul. What would you, Romans? In the behalf of murdered innocence; Hor. Whose conquering arm Has saved you all from ruin. Oh, shame! shame! 1st Citizen. Does he plead for him? Pub. Fondly loved her; And, under shew of public justice, screens How tenderly I loved her; and the pangs I feel this moment, could you see my heart, Would prove too plainly I am still her brother. 1st Citizen. He shall be saved. Valerius has misled us. All Citizens. Save him! save him! Behold that virtuous father, who could boast, 2d Citizen. Does he forgive his daughter's death? The dear supports of his declining age; And glories in it, glories in the thought That there's one Roman left who dares be grate- If you are wronged, then what am I? Must I Val. Friends, countrymen, regard not what he Stop, stop your ears, nor hear a frantic father Hor. He does belie me. What child have I? Alas, I have but one! Then read the sad reverse with pitying eyes, 1st Citizen. Oh, excellent Horatius! And now, The evening of thy stormy day at last breast! Hor. My son, my conqueror! 'twas a fatal stroke, But shall not wound our peace. This kind embrace Shall spread a sweet oblivion o'er our sorrows; Think'st thou, un- Or, if in after times, though 'tis not long All Citizens. Hear him! hear him! grateful youth, To hurt my quiet? I am hurt beyond tures Were happiness to what I feel. Yet know, 1st Citizen. How! loved her! That I shall trouble you, some sad remembrance Thou sav'dst the state, and I'll intreat forgiveness. |