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SCENE VI.
SYLLA,—Alone.
'Mid the confusion of the hurried feelings
That swallow up my soul, I dare not ask
Myself the question, what desires inflame me?
Lavish of blood in sacrificing Faustus,
Owe I to Rome th'example of a Brutus?
What say I?—it was Rome, it was his country
That asked the god-like sacrifice of Brutus;
And that decree himself adjudged, though cruel,
Based on their blood-stained tomb the fane of Freedom:
Faustus would march to death as its defender!...
Oh! how can such a sacrifice aid me?
What equal benefit expect I from it?
The Romans are unworthy of my blood.
Vile slaves!—suppose then, from the haughty height
Where Rome now sees me, I should fill the world
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Yet nobler; and, spite of mine anger, force
Posterity to breathe upon my name
An immortality!—I'll think of it....
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