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SCEN. X.

Fulvia, distracted, to Pompey, &c.
Ful.
Room, room, you Slaves! 'tis Fulvia coms, your Queen;
Bow to the Earth your stubborn knees; shout up
Reverberated voices: For I'm grown
Equal with Fame, and fill a mighty space.
What means that abject posture? art thou chain'd?
Chain'd to a Throne? Why flies not my Perpenna?
Hast thou the World of business at thy heels,
The Type of Empire? hurl it into Night,
And free the Gods from their Eternal doom.

Perp.
I thank thee, Tyrant, and obey thy pow'r:
Thou ne're could'st visit in a better time.
Take her away: by my lost hope, this sight
Is worse than Hell; and bands my wretched Soul,
Like angry Furies in the other VVorld.

Ful.
He's struck; he's struck: ha! how it streams apace!
'Tis the first present of my Love I make:
(Stabbing Bebr.
Now, glory of it in the other VVorld.

Pomp.
Seise on her, Guard: This is a bloudy Night:
The Moon has hid her self behind a Cloud;
And all the Stars, as tho afraid, retire.

Bebr.
I thank thee; thou hast sav'd me from a deed
This hand e're day had don. I feell my end
Move swiftly forwards; and a glimmering light
Now shuts up day, and makes it ever night.

[Dyes.
Perp.
VVhere were your safe-guards now, you envying Pow'rs?
See, how we've snatch'd revenge from out your hands,
And breath defiance! Could I pluck from time
A minute longer, Pompey, thou should feel
There was no safety in Perpenna's reach.
It pleases me to think, when I am dead
The mischief I have don will startle thee,
And all the VVorld name me a glorious Villain:
And, when to Pluto's Region I arrive,
The Gods will doubt more from my single Brain,
Than all the Furies met against their Heav'n.
Oh, Fulvia! Death does hasten me away:
I'm now his subject, and I must obey.

Dyes
Ful.
I feel the mighty frame now goes to rack:
My heart's divided with the deadly blow,
And all my Senses at vast distance roam,
Tending the Soul unto Eternity.
Stretch wide your Kingdom, Furies, to receive
Her, whom the World could not contain alive:
For my receptance, let whole Legions wait;
That Pluto, wondring at the mighty State,
Scorning his Queen, may place me in her Seat.

[Dyes.
Pomp.
Remove the Bodies. To Sertorius Pile
Add all the Ornaments that Soldiers boast:
Break all your Shields; there all your Ensigns lay;
And mourn that loss which sheaths your Swords again.
Let him have common Burial. May the Gods
Forget his Crimes; while Rome no Equal knows,
Nor none contend against her Soveraign pow'r:
But to her Vengeance, as the Ire of Heav'n,
Wast into former Chaos, and forget
That being which they had. Spread wide thy Gates,
Oh Guardian Angel of the Gods abode;
Let Fame, from Pole to Pole, her Eccho sound:
While the whole World, obedient to her Pow'r,
Submit to Rome, as to her Emperor.

[Exeunt Omnes.