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SCENE III.

Quintus.
Good Gods!
How far I had sail'd into Guilt, before
I thought I had left the Shore of Innocence!
O wou'd the Gale of Penitence arise
And drive me back to Safety—I were happy!
Try, Quintus, what thou can'st—so good a Master!
That made his Slaves almost his Children!—ha, he comes—
I cannot stay—the Sight of injur'd Virtue,
Strikes deeper than a Poignard to the Guilty:
To him I cannot speak—I may to Decius
I'll find him out and ease my tortur'd Mind.