 | Camilla |  |
SCENE IX.
Enter Turnus.Turn.
See where secure she lyes asleep,
Whilst Fear and Jealousie at Distance keep.
From Death's soft Image rise, my Fair,
And for Death it self prepare.
Lav.
Who robs me of that golden Rest,
With which my weary'd Thoughts were blest?
Turn.
See him, who lives alone in thee,
Unkindly wakes and summons thee to die.
Lav.
To die!
Turn.
Your cruel Father has decreed,
His Daughter by this Hand must bleed.
Lav.
Welcome my Death from any Hand would be,
But doubly welcome, when it comes from thee.
Strike, and my Father's Will obey.
Turn.
In wounding thee, I shall my self destroy.
Lav.
Art thou not Turnus?
Turn.
Thou know'st I am.
Lav.
Be like thy self then, truly brave,
And scorn the Weakness of a Slave.
Strike deep, and let the Crimson Flood
My Faith inviolate make good.
Turn.
Thy precious Life for-ever I'll protect,
And at thy Father's Breast this Steel direct.
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