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SCENA VII.

The old Horatius, Horatius, Curiatius. Sabina, Camilla.
The old Horatius.
How comes this, Children? doth your love lull you
asleepe, or do you hearken to its charme?
Lose you yet time with women? even ready
to shed blood, looke you on effeminate tears?
begone, and leave these blubber'd fooles to their
misfortunes; their complaints have too much art
and tenderness for you; they would participate
their weakness to you, and there is no way
to shun those stroakes but onely to fly from them.

Sabina.
Feare nothing from them, they are worthy of you,
in spight of our endeavours; I perceive,
you may expect what ever you desire
both from a Son and Son in law; and if
our weakness could have changed them, we leave you
here to encourage them; come, Sister, come,
let us lose no more tears; against such vertues
they are but weake armes, 'tis but to despaire
that we must have recourse. Go, Tigers, go
to fight, and we will go to die.—

Exeunt women.