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I've watched his mind with all a parent's fondness,
And hailed, with joy, the Junian glory there.
Could I once burst the chains which now enthral him.
My son would prove the pillar of his country,
Dear to her freedom as he is to me.
The time may come when heaven will heal our wrongs
To your hands, mighty powers, I yield myself,
I will not doubt heaven's goodness or Rome's virtue-
Then, hence despair! Still thou and I are twain !

[Erit, L. SCENE III.- The House of Collatinus, at Collatia.-An

Apartment lighted up. LUCRETIA discovered, surrounded by her Maids, all em

ployed in embroidery, and other female occupations.Lavinia is on the R. of Lucretia. Luc. How long is it, Lavinia, since my lord Hath changed his peaceful mansion for the camp And restless scenes of war?

Lav. Why, in my simple estimation, madam, 'Tis some ten days, or thereabout, for time Runs as it should with me in yours,

be Perhaps ten years.

Luc. I do not understand thee.
Say'st thou, with me time runs not as it should ?
Explain thy meaning.–What should make thee think so?

Lav. All that I mean is, that if I were married,
And that my husband were called forth to th' wars,
I should not stray through the grove next my house,
Invoke the pensive solitude, and woo
The dull and silent melancholy-brood
O'er my own thoughts alone, or keep myself

house mewed

up, a prisoner. 'Tis for philosophers To love retirement; women were not made To stand cooped up like statues in a niche, Or feed on their own secret contemplations. Luc. Go to; thou know'st not what thou say'st, Lavi.

nia, I thank the gods, who taught me that the mind, Possessed of conscious virtue, is more rich

it may

Than all the sumless hoards which Plutus boasts ;
And that the chiefest glory of a woman
Is in retirement—that her highest comfort
Results from home-born and domestic joys,-
Her noblest treasure, a deserving husband !

- Who, not a prisoner to the eye alone,
A fair complexion or melodious voice,
Shall read her deeper-nor shall time, which palls
The rage of passion, shake his ardent love,
Increasing by possession. This, (again I thank
The gracious gods)--this husband, too, is mine !

[Crosses, R.
-Soft-] hear footsteps ! Hour of rapture! Look!
My life, my love, my Collatinus comes
Enter COLLATINUS, CLAUDIUS, Aruns, and Sextus L.

Lucretia rushes into the arms of Collatinus
My lord, most welcome!

Col. Welcome these, my friends,
Lucretia !-our right royal master's sons ;
Passing this way, I have prevailed with them
To grace our humble mansion.

Luc. Welcome yourself!
And doubly welcome, that you bring such friends.
Haste, maidens, haste----make ready for our guests!

(Exeunt Attendants, B. My heart is full of joy !

Aruns. Rather, fair lady,
You should be angry, that unseasonably,
And with abrupt intrusion, we've thus broke
Upon your privacy.

Luc. No, my good lord ;
Those to whom love and my respect are due,
Can ne'er intrude upon me; had I known
This visit, you, perhaps, night have been treated
With better cheer-not a more kind reception.
This evening, little did I think my house
Would have possessed such lodgers.

Claud. Rather, lady,
Such birds of passagewe must hence to-night.

Luc. To-night ? Doth not my lord say no to that ?
Col. I would, Lucretia ; but it cannot be.

it :

If aught the house affords, my dearest love,
To set before your guests,


pray prepare
We must be at the camp ere morning dawn.
An hour or two will be the utmost limit
Allowed us here.
Luc. With all the speed I can,

[Crosses, R.
I'll play the caterer; though I am tempted,
Would that delay your journey, to be tardy,
And prove a sluggish housewife.

[Exit. Sea. This is indeed a wise! Here the dispute Must end ;And, Collatinus, we must yield to thee !

Aruns. I will not envy thee,—but 'tis a wife
Of wives—a precious diamond, picked
From out the common pebbles. To have found her
At work among her maids at this late hour,
And not displeased at our rude interruption-
Not to squeeze out a quaint apology,
As, 'I am quite ashamed; so unprepared!
• Who could have thought ! Would I had known of it!'
And such like tacit hints, to tell her guests
She wishes them away—thou’rt happy, Collatine.

Col. Enough, enough!
The gods forbid I should affect indifference,
And say you flatter me. I am most happy
But Sextus heeds us not. He seems quite lost.

Sex. Pray, pardon me :
My mind was in the camp. How wine could heat us
To such a mad exploit, at such a time,
Is shameful to reflect on : let us mount
This instant, and return.

Col. Now we are here,
We shall encroach but little on our time
If we partake the slender fare together
Which will, by this, await us. Pray, my lords,

(Exit. Sex. Along-I'll follow straight.

(Exeunt Aruns and Claudius. (Apart.] Had she staid here till now, I should have done Nothing but gaze. Nymphs, goddesses Are fables; nothing can, in heaven or earth, Be half so fair! But there's no hope! Her face,

This way:

Her look, her eye, her manners, speak a heart
Unknowing of deceit; a soul of honour,
Where frozen chastity has fixed her throne,
And unpolluted nuptial sanctity.
-Puace, undigested thoughts! Down-down! till, ii-

By further time, ye bloom!

[Excit, R.



SCENE I.-Rome. - The Capitol.- Equestrian Statue of

Tarquinius Superbus.-Night-Thunder and Lightning.

Enter BRUTUS, L. U. E.
Bru. (Alone.] Slumber forsakes me, and I court the

Which night and tempest swell on every side.
Launch forth thy thunders, Capitolian Jove !
Put fire into the languid souls of men ;
Let loose thy ministers of wrath amongst them,
And crush the vile oppressor! Strike him down,
Ye lightnings! Lay his trophies in the dust !

[Storm increases Ha! this is well! flash, ye blue-forkéd fires ! Loud-bursting thunders, roar! and tremble, earth!

A violent crash of thunder, and the Statue of Tus

quin, struck by a flash, is shattered to pieces. What! fallen at last, proud idol ! struck to earth! I thank you, gods! I thank you! When you point Your shafts at human pride, it is not chance, 'Tis wisdom levels the commissioned blow. But I-a thing of no account—a slaveI to your forkéd lightnings bare my bosom In vain-for what's a slave-a dastard slave ? A fool, a Brutus ? [Storm increases.] Hark! the storm

rides on ! The scolding winds drive through the clattering rain, And loudly screams the haggard witch of night.

To come upon

Strange. hopes possess my soul. My thvughts grow wild,
Engender with the scene, and pant for action.
With your leave, majesty, I'll sit beside you,
And ruminate awhile. [Sits on a fragment of the Statue.
Oh, for a cause! A cause, ye mighty gods !
Soft, what stir is this?

Enter VALERIUS, followed by a MESSENGER, L.
Val. What! Collatinus sent for, didst thou say

? Mes. Ay, Collatinus, thou, and all her kinsmen!

the instant to Collatia ; She will take no denial. Time is precious, And I must hasten forth to bring her husband.

(Crosses behind, and exit, R. Bru. (Apart.) Ha! Collatinus and Lucretia's kinsmen! There's something sure in this—Valerius, too Well met-Now will I put him to the testValerius-Hoa !

Val. Who calls me ?
Bru. Brutus.

Val. Go,
Get thee to bed!

Valerius is departing. Bru. Valerius !

Val. Peace,
Thou foolish thing ! Why dost thou cali so loud ?

Bru. Because I will be heard! The time may come When thou may'st want a fool.

Val. Prythee, begone!
I have no time to hear thy prattle now.
Bru. By Hercules, but you must hear.

(Seizing his arm. Val. You'll anger me.

Bru. Waste not your noble anger on a fool Twere a brave passion in a better cause.

Val. Thy folly's cause enough.

Bru. Rail not at folly-
There's but one wise,
And him the gods have killed.

Val. Killed ? Whom?

Bru. Behold!
Oh, sight of pity!—Majesty in ruins !
Down on your knees-down to your kingly idol !

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