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SCENE VII.
Aquiliusalone.
Be firm, my heart: though victory be near
As yet 'tis not mature. The love of Cæsar,
The anger of Sabina, both alike
War on my side: the battle is at hand,
But let us not too rashly risk the field.
Of old the experienc'd warrior tried
To watch each motion of the foe;
Restrain'd his warmth, each vantage spy'd,
And cautious dealt the skilful blow.
To watch each motion of the foe;
Restrain'd his warmth, each vantage spy'd,
And cautious dealt the skilful blow.
With hand and foot alike he feign'd,
By turns to advance, by turns to yield;
Till one propitious moment gain'd
The envied laurels of the field.
By turns to advance, by turns to yield;
Till one propitious moment gain'd
The envied laurels of the field.
[Exit.
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