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SCENE the Third.
Lucilius solus.Luci.
Trebellius and the Fair Semanthe there?
Walk they not Hand in Hand? By Heav'n they do:
Damnation, I am Thunderstruck; can He,
That worthless Animal presume so high?
It is impossible; he dares not do't:
But yet my Jealous Soul forbodes he does;
Which, if he should, Perdition sieze my Soul
If ever I forgive him; if my Sword
Haunts not his Life with all the restless Malice,
The Fury of an angry, injur'd Foe;
If that I use not ev'ry Art, and Fraud,
To blast his Wishes, and supplant his Love,
And low'r his high, ambitious, growing Pride:
He rivals me in Glory, and in Love:
When I my self, first mounted on the Breach,
And scal'd the dang'rous Wall; Trebellius, then
My Evil Genius was my Rival there;
But now he wounds me in a dearer Part,
And robs me of Semanthe, of my Love:
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And Riot on those Charms which should be mine?
His Blood shall answer for the bold Attempt.
Our Gen'ral comes, and him I would avoid.
[Exit. Lucilius
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