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SCEN. VII.

Terentia to Perpenna, &c,
Ter.
Curs'd be the sound for ever; ever curs'd
The cruel Villains! why is't you delay?
Sheath all your murd'rous weapons in my brest?
And show your selves Masters in Villany,
She runs to Sertorius body, and kneels by it.
That know no bounds in bloud. Oh Sertorius,
How have the Gods ordain'd our Destinies!

[Weeps.
Sert.
Terentia, oh—

Dyes.
Ter.
Sertorius; Lord; 'tis thy Terentia calls.
He's gon, he's gon; and summon'd me away,
To shades remote; which happy souls enjoy:
Yet, my Sertorius, stay thee in thy race,
Hover a minute o're Terentia's Fate;
See with what swiftness I'll pursue thy shade
To its Immortal Mansion!—Flow swift, my bloud;
Stabs her self.
That, from this passage, like a Sea broke loose,
My Soul shall mount; still calling, as it flies,
Justice from Gods, Revenge for perjur'd men,
Quintus, I com: From Earth I now remove,
And seek the Ghost of an Eternal Love.

Dyes.
Perp.
Som Devil sure resides within my brest;
I ne're knew pity, till I saw this sight:
Nor will I now. Remove these Bodies hence:
Place 'em within; that, viewing our disgrace,
When coward thoughts dare give themselves a birth,
Look on the Tyrant, call to mind his deeds;
And if the Gods dare put a cheat upon us,
We'l wait not Death, but make him 'tend on us.

Trib.
Farewel, thou noble Roman; we shall meet
Goes to Ligurius.
In happy shades: while thy blest soul delights
In the success that waits upon our Swords.
Speak then, Perpenna; shall we sally out,
Or send to treat with Pompey?

Perp.
Noble Friends,
It will disgrace the glory of our deeds,
Sully our Fame atchiev'd in fiercest War,
To lay those killing weapons at his feet
Whose edg has forc'd him from the Field retreat.
Are not our Legions full? their souls o' fire?
This City ours, to back us in the fight?
While in their Camp, Famin and Sickness Reigns,
Let's out, and chase these Specters from our VValls,
That fright us like the shadows of the night,
Whose wither'd substance much resembles theirs.

Omnes.
Lead on, thou Soul of all the noble Romans.

Alarms and shout within.