Time's lenient hand will teach her to endure The ills of chance, and reason conquer love. Pub. By no means, my lord; brothers, You heard the king's commands about my And bring a stain we should not wish to fix Horatius. It shall be so. We'll think no more of her. 'Tis glory calls, [Exit. AS HORATIUS goes off, HORATIA enters at another Door. Horatia. Where is my brother?-Oh, my dearest Publius, If e'er you lov'd Horatia, ever felt That tenderness which you have seem'd to feel, Oh, hear her now! Pub. What wouldst thou, my Horatia ? Horatia. I know not what I would-I'm on the rack, Despair and madness tear my lab'ring soul. -And yet, my brother, sure you might relieve me. Pub. How! by what means? By Heaven, I'll die to do it. Horatia. You might decline the combat. Horatia. I do not Expect it from thee. Pr'ythee, look more kindly. -And yet, is the request so very hard? I only ask thee not to plunge thy sword Into the breast thou lov'st, not kill thy friend; Horatia; Thou know'st I dearly love thee, nay, thou know'st Horatia. 'Tis not virtue Which contradi&s our nature, 'tis the rage Of over-weening pride. Has Rome no champions Who might without a crime aspire to conquest, Pub. Away, away! Talk to thy lover thus. But 'tis not Caius Thou wouldst have infamous. Horatia. Oh, kill me not With such unkind reproaches. Yes, I own I love him, more Pub. Than a chaste Roman maid Should dare confess. Horatia. Should dare! What means my brother? I had my father's sanction on my love, And duty taught me first to feel its power. -Should dare confess !-Is that the dreadful crime? "By other hands, and I will learn to hate him.” And if we fall the victims of our country, (Which Heav'n avert!) wed, and enjoy him freely. Horatia. Oh, never, never. What, my country's bane ! The murderer of my brothers! may the gods Re-enter HORATIUS, with the Sword. Horatius. This sword in Veii's field--What dost thou here? Leave him, I charge thee, girl-Come, come, my Publius, Let's haste where duty calls. Horatia. What! to the field? He must not, shall not go'; here will I hang— If Oh, if you have not quite cast off affection I Horatius. Shame of thy race, why dost thou hang upon him? Wouldst thou entail eternal infamy On him, on me, and all? Horatia. Indeed I would not, I know I ask impossibilities; Pub. Pity thee ! Begone, fond wretch, nor urge my temper thus. A sister's thanks for having sav'd her country. [Exit. word. Horatius. Forbear, rash girl, thou'lt tempt thy fa ther To do an outrage might perhaps distract him. Horatia. Alas, forgive me, sir, I'm very wretched, Indeed I am-Yet I will strive to stop This swelling grief, and bear it like your daughter. Do but forgive me, sir. Horatius. I do, I do Go in, my child, the gods may find a way To make thee happy yet. But on thy duty, Horatia. I will not, If you command it, sir. But will you then, As far as cruel honour may permit, Remember that your poor Horatia's life Hangs on this dreadful contest? Horatius. "Lead her in." [Exit Horatia, [Looking after her.] Spite of my boasted strength, her griefs unman me. -But let her from my thoughts! The patriot's breast No hopes, no fears, but for his country knows, [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I. Continues. VALERIUS and VALERIA meeting. Valerius. Now, my Valeria, where's the charming she That calls me to her with a lover's haste I fly to execute the dear command. Valeria. 'Tis not the lover, but the friend she wants, If thou dar'st own that name. Valerius. The friend, my sister! There's more than friendship in a lover's breast, Valeria. Alas! these raptures suit not her distress: |