A Roman virgin should be more than woman. Valeria. And why despair? Have we so idly learn'd The noblest lessons of our infant days, Our trust above? Does there not still remain Valeria. Forbear, forbear, Horatia; Nor fright me with the thought. Rome cannot fall. Become impossible that Rome should triumph, Protecting gods shall spread their shields around him, Horatia. Think'st thou so meanly of him?-No, Va leria, His soul's too great to give me such a trial; Horatia. What means that shout?-Might we not ask, Didst thou not wish me to the temple?-Come, Perhaps may ease this throbbing heart, and spread Valeria. Alas, Horatia, 'tis not to the temple Why shouldst thou learn each chance of varying war? Valeria. Hark! 'tis thy father's voice, he comes to Enter HORATIUS and VALERIUS. Hor. [Entering] News from the camp, my child! Save you, sweet maid! [Seeing Valeria, Your brother brings the tidings, for, alas! I am no warrior now; my useless age, Yet I remember Horatia. You'll forgive us, sir, If with impatience we expect the tidings. Hor. I had forgot; the thoughts of what I was Engross'd my whole attention.-Pray, young soldier, Relate it for me; you beheld the scene, And can report it justly. SC Val. Gentle lady, The scene was piteous, though its end be peace. Horatia. Peace? O my flutt'ring heart! by what kind means? Val. "Twere tedious, lady, and unnecessary To paint the disposition of the field; Suffice it, we were arm'd, and front to front And wrapt in thought they stood; the kindred ranks They hung their drooping heads, and inward mourn'd; Hor. "Twas so, just so (Though I was then a child, yet I have heard His friendly tears with theirs; then swift advanc'd, Hor. There spoke his country's father! this transcends The flight of earth-born kings, whose low ambition But tends to lay the face of nature waste, And blast creation!-How was it receiv'd? Val. As he himself could wish, with eager transport. From either army shall be chose three champions Beneath one common head. Horatia. Kind heaven, I thank thee! Bless'd be the friendly grief that touch'd their souls! And bless'd the tongue Which brings the gentle tidings! Valeria. Now, Horatia, Your idle fears are o'er. Horatia. Yet one remains. Who are the champions? Are they yet elected? Val. The Roman chiefs now meet in council, Hor. [After having seemed some time in thought] Bul still, methinks, I like not this, to trust The Roman cause to such a slender hazard- Val. Rest satisfied, Sweet lady, 'tis so solemnly agreed to, Not even Horatius's advice can shake it. Hor. And yet 'twere well to end these civil broils: The neighb'ring states might take advantage of them. -Would I were young again! How glorious Were death in such a cause!--And yet, who knows, Some of my boys may be selected for it- And straight attend them- -Daughter, if thou lov'st Thy brothers, let thy prayers be pour'd to heav'n, That one at least may share the glorious task! [Exit. Val. Rome cannot trust her cause to worthier hands. They bade me greet you, lady. [To Horatia. Horatia. [With some hesitation] My brothers, gentle sir, you said were well. Saw you their noble friends, the Curiatii? Val. Yes, lady, I left them jocund in your brothers' tent, Like friends, whom envious storms awhile had parted, Joying to meet again. Horatia. Sent they no message? Val. None, fair one, but such general salutation As friends would bring unbid. Horatia. Said Caius nothing? Val. Caius? Horatia. Ay, Caius; did he mention me? Val. "Twas slightly, if he did; and 'scapes me nowO yes, I do remember, when your brother Ask'd him, in jest, if he had aught to send, To sooth a love-sick maid (your pardon, lady), My father may have business -Oh, Valeria! [Aside to Valeria. Talk to thy brother, know the fatal truth I dread to hear, and let me learn to die, If Curiatius has indeed forgot me. Val. She seems disorder'd! Valeria. Had she not cause? Can you administer the baneful potion, Val. You talk in riddles! [Exit. |