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SCEN. II.
Terentia, Cassius.Ter.
Trust me, thou Roman, I lament thy Fate,
Which hurries thee, in paths obscure to us,
Thus to consume: thou seem'st a walking Ghost,
And, like a Spirit, covet'st lonely Shades;
There breath'st complaints; while thy lamenting Friends
Beg, and intreat thou would'st admit of cure:
With folded arms, and looks which shoot themselves
Into the Earth, thou sigh'st denyal out.
Hither I've trac'd thee, and resolve to know
If there be Pow'r in Friendship; or the Name
But Fiction.
Cass.
Oh, thou excellently Fair!
Yet from that excellence my griefs proceed.
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Dumb to my woes, as they by Nature made,
I'd sink into my Urn.
Ter.
Bless me, you Pow'rs!
What have I done? what horrid crime committed,
To make a Friend wither, with thought, to shade;
The gift of Gods in life? Oh, Cassius, tell;
That, with the hast of Penitents, I fly
Unto the pitying Gods, which hover o'r
Their holy Mansions: say what Sacrifice,
What Vows, what Incense may atone their Ire;
For I shall never tast of peace or rest
Till I, the Cause, have quieted thy grief.
Cass.
White, as the thought of Innocence, thou art;
Pure, like the first Creation, from all guilt;
That takes it source from the internal frame:
Yet, tho attended, circled round with gifts,
The only Jewel of Heav'ns Tresury,
Such is the violence of head-strong Fate,
I covet—(Oh, how th'unwilling Soul,
Just on the brink of ruin, all confus'd,
Casts a sad look upon her long-lov'd seat,
E're for Immortal change she takes her flight!)
Ter.
Oh, free me, Cassius, from these doubts and fears,
Which make a Winter's storm within my bloud.
Did I not call upon Sertorius love
To raise my Soul, deprest with such a weight,
Sure I should sink in Sorrow's vast Abyss,
Cass.
You have commanded, and I will obey:
Free you from this; but fear a second storm,
More dreadful, and more just. You call'd on Love!
That raises you; but sinks me down to Hell:
For what, but Love, could thus effect a change;
Transform me from the being that I had?
Ter.
I am amaz'd! what is't that Cassius means?
Cass.
But, oh! when, naming Love, I view that face,
Like him who, gazing on the works of Heav'n,
Lost life in admiration of the Object!
Pity me, Fair; tho justly you condemn:
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For you thus wither,—and thus lose my life;
[Stabs himself.
Say, in my death, That Honor to my Friend
Held a contest with Love, and master'd it.
Ter.
Help, help the wretched; who, distract with pain,
Has sheath'd his killing Dagger in his brest.
Enter her Women.
Oh, run, Camilla; call the Sons of Art,
To stay this deluge; in which Life does hast
To find a passage.
Cass.
In vain is human help.
Let me, in death, Adore; and shoot my Soul,
Viewing thy face, into Elizium shades.
Forgive the boldness of my love: tho Death
Coms swiftly on; yet, ere the latest blast,
Let me intreat you'l to my memory
(How-e're you hate me now) be pitiful.
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