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SCENE V.
TITUS, MESSALA.
TITUS.
Now let thy zeal
Assist the mad'ning transports of my rage,
And desperate love!—I lead the dangerous way.
MESSALA.
All is prepared; the necessary orders
Give thou! My chosen cohorts are in arms
On the quirinal mount, and will surrender
Th'important pass. Men of unshaken valour;
Ready to acknowledge thee the lawful heir
Of Tarquin, and their solemn oaths to mix
In firmest bond with mine. Haste! Seize at once
Fleet opportunity! Already, lo,
Night spreads her browner wing, to veil in shades
Of deepest secrecy our great design.
TITUS.
The time draws near; and Tullia counting chides
Each tardy moment.—Hence! Vain, idle scruples!
To Tarquin my fidelity is due,
To him first sworn.—The fatal die is cast.
[The Scene opens, and discovers Brutus.
O heavenly powers! My father!
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