Aetius | ||
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SCENE XVI.
Valentinian, Maximus.Max.
Now to dissemble. [aside.]
Never to my shame,
Augustus, shall she live—This hand, even now,
Shall pierce her faithless heart.
[going.
Val.
O! hold, my friend,
If Fulvia dies, I shall not long survive:
Even yet she may repent.
Max.
Thy will, great Sir,
Reluctant I obey, though justice bids me
Exact the punishment.
Val.
Why, Maximus,
Why differs thus thy daughter's soul from thine?
Max.
While shame in every feature glows,
Nor calm, nor peace this bosom knows;
Methinks the indignant world surveys
A daughter, who her faith betrays,
And cry, that from a father's art,
She learn'd to act the treacherous part.
[Exit.
Aetius | ||