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The Banishment of Cicero | ||
SCENE VII.
The Entrance of the Capitol.CLODIUS.
'Tis He; (may lightning catch and blast his speed!)
'Tis Frugi; muffled as he is, I know him:
Just where the moon-beam smites athwart the portal
My eye o'er-took him; (would my sword had so!)
What can be done? Singly attempt a faction;
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Buried in wine and plunder: Then the place—
Jove's own peculiar Temple; who if aught
Can stir him, now must put forth all the God,
Or lose his name Capitoline. No more:
Away, vain fears; ye strangers to my heart!
Alone, without a friend, save this good sword,
And the great ruling Fate that moves within me,
Against all Law, and Right, and Men, and Gods,
Thus I advance to conquest, or to death.
(Enters the Capitol.
The Banishment of Cicero | ||