University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
  
  
  

collapse section1. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
 6. 
 7. 
SCENE VII.
 8. 
 9. 
 10. 
 11. 
 12. 
 13. 
 14. 
 15. 
 16. 
 17. 
collapse section2. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
 6. 
 7. 
 8. 
 9. 
 10. 
 11. 
 12. 
 13. 
 14. 
 15. 
collapse section3. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
 6. 
 7. 
 8. 
 9. 
 10. 
 11. 
 12. 
 13. 

SCENE VII.

Adrian, Emirena.
Adr.
But whither go'st thou now?

[to Emir. going.
Emir.
To weep alone
My wretched fortune—tears at least are free,
Though all be lost.

Adr.
O! nothing hast thou lost:
I in those beauteous eyes have lost my peace.

Emir.
I hop'd for more respect—a royal mind,
Though stript of empire, still remains unchang'd:
My crown is Fortune's gift: but from itself

174

My heart derives its greatness.

Adr.
[aside.]
Lovely pride!
[to Emir.]
And what offence has now thy virtue suffer'd
From Adrian's love? From Adrian, who can give
If thou consent, his hand and empire?

Emir.
No,
They're plighted to Sabina.

Adr.
True; I've lov'd her
These twice five years: but must our passions then
Endure for ever? Surely in Sabina
Such constancy resides not: different far
Is Adrian's fortune since. I had not then
Beheld thee, Emirena; I was then
A private man in Rome, and ever near her.
But now I sigh a captive in your chains,
And wear the imperial laurel on my brows;
Sabina distant treads the banks of Tiber,
And I Orontes' shores.