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Shall be obey'd ; and I will meet the conqueror,
But not in smiles.

Valerius. Oh, go not, gentle lady!
Might I advise-

Valeria. Your griefs are yet too fresh, And may offend him. Do not, my Horaria. Valerius. Indeed 'twere better to avoid his

presence; It will revive your sorrows, and recall

Horatia. Sir, when I saw you last I was a woman, The fool of nature, a fond prey to grief, Made

up of sighs and tears. But now my soul Disdains the very thought of what I was; 'Tis grown too callous to be mov'd with toys. Observe me well; am I not nobly chang’d? From

my sad eyes, or heaves my breast one groan ? No: før I doubt no longer. 'Tis not grief, 'Tis resolution now, and fix'd despair. Valeria. My dear Horatia, you strike terrors thro'

me; What dreadful purpose hast thou form’d? Oh, speak! Valerius.“ Talk gently to her.”—Hear me yet,

sweet lady. You must not go; whatever you resolve, There is a sight will pierce you to the soul.

Horatia. What sight?

Valerius. Alas, I should be glad to hide it; But it is

Horatia. What ?

Valerius. Your brother wears in triumph The very scarf I bore to Curiatius.

Horatia. [Wildly.] Ye gods, I thank ye ! 'tis with

joy I hear it. If I should falter now, that sight would rouse My drooping rage, and swell the tempest louder.

-But soft; they may prevent me; my wild passion Betrays my purpose. I'll disse mble with them.

[She siis down. Valerius. She softens now. Valeria. 'How do you, my Horatia ? Horatia. Alas, my friend, ’ris madness which I

utterSince you persuade me then, I will not go. But leave me to myself; I would sit here ; Alone in silent sadness pour my tears, And meditate on my unheard-of Valerius. [To Valeria.] "Twere well to humour

this. But may she not, If left alone, do outrage on herself.

Valeria. I have prevented that; she has not near her One instrument of death.

Valerius. Retire we then. “ But, Oh, not far, for now I feel my soul “ Still more perplex'd with love. Who knows, Va.

leria, " But when this storm of grief has blown its fill, “ She may glow calm, and listen to my vows."

[Exeunt Valerius and Valeria. After a short Silence, HORATIA rises, and comes forward. Horatia. Yes, they are gone; and now be firm, my

soul !

woes.

This way

I can elude their search. The heart,
Which dotes like mine, must break to be at ease.
Just now I thought, had Curiatius liv'd,
I could have driven him from my breast for ever.
But death has cancell'd all my wrongs at once.

They were not wrongs; 'twas virtue which una

did us,

And virtue shall unite us in the grave.
I heard them say, as they departed hence,
That they had robb’d me of all means of death.
Vain thought I they knew not half Horatia's purpose.
Be resolute, my brother; let no weak
Unmanly fondness mingle with thy virtue,
And I will touch thee nearly. Oh, come on,
'Tis thou alone canst give Horatia peace. [Exit.

ACT V. SCENE I.

A Street of Rome. Chorus of Youths and Virgins singing

and scattering Branches of Oak, Flowers, 8c. Then enters HORATIUS, leaning on the Arm of PUBLIUS HORATIUS.

CHORUS.
Thus, for freedom nobly won,

Rome her hasty tribute pours;
And on one victorious son

Half exhausts her blooming stores.

A YOUTH.
Scatter here the laurel crown,

Emblem of immortal praise !
Wondrous youthl to thy renown

Future times shall altars raise,

A VIRGIN.
Scatter here the myrtle wreath,

Though the bloodless victor's due ;
Grateful thousands sav'd from death

Shall devote that wreath to you.

A YOUTH.
Scatter here the caken bough;

Ev'n for one averted fate,
We that civic meed bestow

He sav'd all who sav'd the state.

CHORUS.
Thus for freedom, &c.

Horatius. Thou dost forgive me ther, my dearest

boy,
I cannot tell thee half my ecstasy.
The day which gave thee first to my glad hopes
Was misery to this-l'm mad with transport !
Why are ye silent there ? Again renew
Your songs of praise, and in a louder strain
Pour forth your joy, and tell the list'ning spheres
That Rome is freed by my Horatius' hand.

Pub. No more, my friends.

-You must permit me, sir, To contradict you here. Not but

my soul, Like yours,

is open to the charms of praise ; There is no joy beyond it, when the mind Of him who hears it can with honest pride Confess it just, and listen to its music. But now the toils I have sustain’d require Their interval of rest, and every sense Is deaf to pleasure--Let me leave you, friends; We're near our home, and would be private now : To.morrow we'll expect your kind attendance To share our joys, and waft our thanks to Heaven,

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As they are going off, HORATIA rushes in.
Horatia. Where is this mighty chief?

Horatius. My daughter's voice!
I bade her come; she has forgot her sorrows,
And is again my child.

Horatia. Is this the hero
That tramples nature’s ties, and nobly soars
Above the dictates of humanity?
Let me observe him well.

Pub. What nieans my sister?

Horatia. Thy sister! I disclaim the impious title; Base and inhuman! Give me back my husband, My life, my soul, my murder'd Curiatius!

Pub. He perish'd for his country.

Horatia. Gracious gods!
Was't not enough that thou hadst murder'd him,

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