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SCEN. V.

Fulvia, Perpenna.
Ful.
You seem exalted with success, Perpenna;
Tread upon Air, and breath a Soul all fire.

Perp.
Yes; and behold my Juno fix'd by me:
While the connected Atoms, Statue-like,
Know nether life nor motion, till we speak.

Ful.
How if, Ixion-like, we 'embrace a Cloud?

Perp.
Why, then that Cloud shall hide us both for ever:
Slighting the Earth, we'l put our beings off,
And wing for the Society of Gods.
I hear the noise of many feet: let's hence,
And meet the Victim.

[Exeunt.