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SCENE IV.
Titus, Messala.TITUS.
Welcome, my Friend. I long'd for thy Return.
Forgive my late wild Transports. Follow me,
And serve, at once, my Love and my Revenge!
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I shall with Joy obey your Will. My Cohorts
Already arm'd on Mount Quirinus stand,
To yield the Gate upon th'appointed Signal.
Then lose no Time. Impenetrable Night
With Wings propitious covers our Designs!
TITUS,
The Hour draws near. Lucia now counts the Moments.—
Tarquin, to Thee my Vows were plighted first!
The Dye is cast!
[The Back Scene opens.]
What do I see? My Father!
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