 | Horace |  |
Scena Quarta.
Horace. Curiace. Camilla.Horace.
Have you heard Sister with the Alban Bands
How high your Servants reputation stands?
Camilla.
Brother, I've heard too much; how soon alas!
Has my false fortune chang'd her flattering face?
Horace.
Arm you with courage, such as may declare
On all events, that you my Sister are;
And if your Curiace through my ruine come,
Triumphant as a Conqueror back to Rome:
Receive him not with an averted face,
May speak the memory of my disgrace:
But as a man whose Valour prompts him to
Such things as Tyrant Honour bids him do,
That serves his Country nobly, and does prove
By generous acts his title to your love.
Compleat, as if I liv'd, your Nuptial tye;
But if this Sword conclude his Destiny,
Receive my Victory at the same rate,
Without reproach for your brave Servants Fate.
I see y'are sad, your eyes grow big with tears,
Pray entertain him with your feminine fears.
Now quarrel Heav'n, Earth, and Fate, but when
The Combat's past, no more remembrance then.
Speaking to Curiace.
I'le leave you but a moment, then we go,
Like friend with friend, to fight it foe to foe.
| Horace | |