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SCEN. VI.
Horace, Proculus.PROCULUS.
What have you done?
HORACE.
That which I not repent
Her crime deserv'd no less a punishment.
PROCU.
This rigor in a brother seem'd too great,
HORACE.
The name of sister I must now forget,
Her execrations has remov'd her place
And all her title to th'Horatian Race,
Her treacherous prayers her just resentment warm'd
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Her curses should, before they are fulfil'd
(As Monsters births as soon as born) be kill'd.
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