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SCENE VII.
Brutus, Valerius, Proculus.PROCULUS.
A Slave, my Lord, intreats immediate Audience.
BRUTUS.
What! in the Night? and at this lonely Hour?
PROCULUS.
He says, that his important Tidings
Admit of no Delay.
BRUTUS.
The Fate of Rome,
Perhaps, depends upon th'Advice he brings.
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[To Proculus.]
Thou, Proculus, haste to the Roman Army,
And charge my Sons from Me, to do their Duty.
See the Quirinal Gate be well defended;
Tell Titus, I entrust it to His Care.
I'll follow strait, and by my own Example
Will kindle in their Breasts a double Ardour;
Conquest, or glorious Death, shall crown our Labours!
The Eagle thus trains up her generous Brood,
Provokes to Toils, and spirits them with Blood;
'Till borne on Wings full-grown, and bold to rise,
The Bird of Jove to Heav'n impetuous flies:
By her fierce Talons his red Thunder's hurl'd,
To punish, and reform a guilty World!
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