 | The Tragedy of Sertorius |  |
SCEN. I.
A Noise of Mutiny.PERPENNA.
Perp.
Hell, and Confusion! how they rend the Air
With endless clamors! Angry Elements,
When meeting, cannot form a sound, that bears
More horror in't: No voice but cries aloud,
Lead to Sertorius! which the Traytress eccho
From off the Hills reverberates, and makes
No sound but his combat the yielding Air.
Oh, giddy Fortune, and uncertain Chance,
Upon whose slipp'ry path I've trod so long,
Into what Maze you've led me! Must I live
To see my self bereav'd of Fame, to plume
The Minion that I hate?—Ha! who art thou,
That bring'st a terror with thee?
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