PROLOGUE. SPOKEN BY MR. BARRY. BRITONS, to-night, in native pomp we come, And, safe from ills which force or faction brings, Yet from such times, and such plain chiefs as these, Of an old tale, which ev'ry school-boy knows; Our bard has play'd a most advent'rous part, These are his arts; if these cannot atone DRAMATIS PERSONE. As originally acted at Drury Lane, 1750. Tullus Hostilius Publius Horatius. Valerius Caius . Volscinius. Mr. Sowdon. The original Music composed by Dr. Boyce.-The vocal parts originally performed by Mr. Beard, Mr. Norris, Miss Cole, &c. SCENE I. A Room in HORATIUS's House. A Soldier crosses the Stage, HORATIA following. Horatia. STAY, soldier. As you parted from my father, Something I overheard of near concern, But all imperfectly. Said you not Alba Or perish in th' attempt? Sold. "Twas so resolv'd This morning, lady, ere I left the camp. Our heroes are tir'd out with ling'ring war, And half-unmeaning fight. Horatia. Then this day Is fix'd for death or conquest? [He bows] To me death, Whoever conquers! Aside] I detain you, sir. Commend me to my brothers; say, I wish But wherefore should I wish? The gods will crown Sold. My duty, lady, Commands me hence. Ere this they have engag'd; As the Soldier goes out, enter VALERIA, who looks first on the Soldier, and then on HORATIA. Valeria. My dear Horatia, wherefore wilt thou court The means to be unhappy? Still inquiring, Still more to be undone. I heard it too; And flew to find thee, ere the fatal news Had hurt thy quiet, that thou might'st have learn'd it Alba to me is Rome. Wouldst thou believe it? Ev'n dreaded their success. Oh, Curiatius! Valeria. Forbear this self-reproach; he is thy hus- And who can blame thy fears? If fortune make him Horatia. True; yet sure |