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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:
But shall he bear her off an easy Prize,
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