University of Virginia Library

SCENE the Last.

Brutus, Valerius, Proculus.
BRUTUS.
Say, Proculus, what Tidings dost thou bring?

PROCULUS.
Your Son, my Lord, with dauntless Resolution—

BRUTUS.
Forbear! The Fatal Debt is paid to Justice,
And Rome is free. Return we Thanks to Heav'n!
Reason's just Laws with jealous Care obey,
And never from the Paths of Virtue stray.
It will be vain, illustrious Deeds to boast,
When by One Crime, the Fame of All is lost.