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ACT. V.

SCEN. I.

Bebricius, Sertorius.
Bebr.
If the Decrees of Jove, in Thunder spoke,
Or the sad Character of warning Gods,
In ample Prodigies inlarge themselves;
You must not hence, unless unto your Fate:
Osca, till now, was stranger to these sights,
Which fright the vulgar, and confound the wise.
Last night, when Horror did in darkness Reign,
When Graves gave up their dead to trace the Earth,
And the unquiet Ghosts, as robb'd of rest,
With horrid Schreams and howlings of the Damn'd,
Fill'd every Soul with terror of the change:
Our Priests (as when Neptune his Trident struck
The angry Element, and call'd the Springs
To vomit up a Deluge o're the Earth,)
To every Pow'r Divine they Sacrifice;
While angry Heav'n in Thunder drowns their Pray'rs
And with repeated Storms, does threaten end
To the World's frame.

Sert.
'Tis strange indeed, Bebricius;
But, if the Gods Decree the final change,
Why should we dread what first or last will com?
Jove, from the Earth, form'd us to what we are;
Infus'd a noble fire within our Souls,
Whose heat gave life, and wrought our stupid Sense
Unto the glorious actions, which create
Envy in Gods, and Honor in us Men,
And makes our Fame out-live us in our deeds.

Bebr.
That Glory is the Soul of noble men
Living to merit, justly I believe;
But when on Earth, as once was 'gainst the Heav'ns
The Beings which from Chaos were produc'd
Rose in Rebellion 'gainst the Lord of all:
The kinder Gods, by glorious actions won,
Speak loud, as far as Fate will give 'em leave,
To save the mortal lov'd from sudden harm.

Sert.
Thou would'st persuade me then, that this portends
Danger to me; pointed to me alone?
Would'st in my brest infuse I know not what,
And make me Subject to an idle fear?

Bebr.
The Gods declare, that we may shun that Storm
Which gathers in the Wind, and threats from far:
Not with a Natural war divides the Clouds;
But, speaking, forms a Thunder with his voice;
Which, did not Fate oppose, would Eccho here
The Revolutions known in Skyes above.
I, as a Prophet, and by Friendship fir'd,
Swell with the object; which my thoughts unravel:
And now, the visits, vail'd by Night and shame,
Appear at full; made by Perpenna's guile:
Crassus, Ligurius, could not shun my sight,
Tho wing'd by fear, and muffled with their Cloaks;
'Twas there I hous'd 'em; and am confident
A nest of Villains brood within the walls.

Sert.
It is impossible. Can they, my Friends,
Equal in greatness and in pow'r, as when
Marius did awe in Rome, contrive the fall
Of him who rais'd 'em to that height of pow'r
They now enjoy? Persuade me to believe
The melancholy which Norbanus bears
Deep in his bloud, promts him to change! Oh, no:
They court the lonely places, and do hate
Human Society, the joy of Earth!
Or that Ligurius lightness in discourse
May give occasion to distrust him! I've,
In numerous dangers, seen him act as far
As the loud-talking Hero of the Field.
Tribunius merit rais'd him to that seat
Which now he holds; next thee, and my dead Cassius,
The man I prize; Can these my best of Friends,
Conspire against the man that they divide?

Bebr.
Pray Heav'n the Nation feel not the effects.
This I am sure, There is no good intended;
For, when I was devoted unto Love,
Admir'd the beauteous creature of her Sex,
That Sodom Apple, whose fair outside temts
Death in the tast, Plots and contrives like Fate,
Has numerous visitants of hot-brain'd youth,
Coveting danger for a smile from her;
Decius, the chief, who leads the pleasing Maze;
While she, adorn'd like Venus, shoots her beams
Into their Souls; which in a mighty blaze,
As subject Flames commanded by the Winds,
Threatens destruction: Can Sertorius think
Perpenna ign'orant of this work of Night?
No; I have seen him, unconcern'd, behold
Such amorous glances, and such liberty,
With his fair Wife; that, were it not design'd
To lure 'em with the specious bait of Beauty,
It were above an honest man to bear.

Sert.
The ag'd, Bebricius, always look on youth
With thoughts of danger and of Jealousy;
And, from the gayness (which they think adorns,)
That makes 'em light and Airy in their Meen,
Take too severe a judgment. Oh, Friend! in Love
VVe know not what we say; but if the Sex
Command a deed ignoble, then the brave
Shake off the Fetters of the Amorous God,
And loath the object which affected change.

Bebr.
'Tis fix'd in Fate. Sooner the Adamant,
By vernal dew, shall all its hardness lose;
Than the lost minute call from hoary Time,
VVhose Scythe has cut deep into ignorance.
'Tis not my fault, you Gods; for, as a Friend,
And call'd to speak, I've utter'd every thought.
Hast then, Sertorius, struggle with thy Fate,
Roar like a Lyon catch'd within the Toyl,
Neglecting the poor Beast that gave him warning:
Then, when inclos'd, I'll summon all my strength;
Or set thee free, or perish in the Snare.

Sert.
Something thou'st said, like Ice, sits chilling here;
And the rash thought, tho light as Air before,
Now, like a weight hurl'd in som quiet stream,
In many circles wreaths th'adjacent floud,
And from the bottom raises flakes of Ouze:
The clearness of my mind, once void of fear,
Thou hast infected with the poys'nous sound.
Oh Doubt, that tortur'st more than points of Swords!
By Heav'n, these shapes of fear, these dreams of night,
Thus I discard, for ever banish hence,
And live above the reach of envious men.

SCEN. II.

Terentia, Sertorius, Bebricius.
Ter.
Thou must not pass, unless upon my death;
VVhich I oppose, to fill the breach of Fate.
Can (Oh the cruel question to be made!)
Sertorius love, love his Terentia still?
If I have pow'r, or if these tears prevail,
Oh; let my words find credit in thy brest.

Sert.
By Jove, my manhood fails; I grow to Earth:
Speak and release the Agony thou'st made.

Ter.
By all the joys of Hymen, all the sweets
That wait on Love; nay, by the secret bliss
That happy Souls enjoy, Oh, stir not hence.
Swift, as a Pile hurl'd by the Delphic God,
Barb'd with destruction, coms our ruin on:
Aurelia is no more; I saw her Ghost,
The dear remembrance of a Friend and Mother,
Thrice cry Curs'd Rome! then, from her eyes, burst forth
A floud of tears, which usher'd on her woes:
“Sertorius is no more, she often said;
“I saw the Fates busy about his life,
“The thred expos'd on the immortal Sheers,
“And all the lesser Messengers on wing:
This spoke, she vanish'd into Air again.

Sert.
Sure, my Terentia, thou but dream'd the while;
And this the product of thy fear!

Ter.
Oh, no.
Scarce recollected, viewing round the space,
Too true I found the Vision, which out-fled
Report it self: a Messenger arriv'd,
VVith Letters, which confirm the fatal chance.

Sert.
Oh, Mother, art thou com, to warn my Fate?
Left the possession of thy quiet Urn,
And thy distracted Spirit hovers here?
Speak loud, you Gods; for I'm prepar'd for change:
VVhy all these horors? is it to amate
The wandring Soul, when she her mansion leaves?
Loose all your Bolts, bury me quick in Earth,
Rather than Rack with sounds exceeding death.

SCEN. III.

Tribunius, Crassus, Norbanus, Ligurius, Sertorius, &c.
Trib.
Hail, mighty Lord! Imperial Conqueror!
Great in thy deeds, as Phœbus is for light!
Give leave, that we attend thee to the Feast:
VVhile that Perpenna of the favor proud,
Envies the Thrones of Friendship that we have.

Sert.
I will not go: do not inquire the cause;
Let it suffice it is my will.

Trib.
'Tis true
That people whisper; here I find it now;
Sertorius doubts the constancy and faith
Of men, devoted wholly to his Fame;
Men, which have sworn in death to follow thee;
Men, which have left the Roman State for thee:
To ashes turn'd the Tables Sylla sent,
With ample restitution, and full honor.
I see the hate thou bear'st us, in thy eyes:
Oh, would they had the pow'r of Basilisks,
To kill the Villain who infected thee!

Sert.
Mistake me not, Tribunius: I'm not well,
And do not like the fierceness of the Air.

Trib.
Mistake me not, Sertorius; nor believe
Thy secret thoughts are hid: I see 'em there,
There, in thy eyes; and hear 'em in thy words;
And curse my Stars I ever liv'd to hear.
Crassus, Ligurius, and Norbanus, com,
Draw all your Daggers, and compleat our doom:
To live suspected, by the man we love,
Is worse than death.

Sert.
What means Tribunius?

Trib.
Thou shalt read here, and glut thee with the Character,
Writ with these Pens of Steel, upon our hearts.
But, Oh! the wretched State of human things!
On what false Basis do we build our hopes;
Thus subject to the blast of every wind?
Know, thou Sertorius, that I hate to live
Under the very Igno'miny of thought.

Nor.
View all these Scars, the badges of my love,
Gain'd by thy side, in Battel; call to mind
How oft I've interpos'd 'twixt thee and death:
This single arm, as glorying in thy sight,
Has made a Lane in the opposing Foes.
What have I ever don, to merit this?
What action, in my life has made a crime?
Did I but think my Soul could harbor one
Against my Friend, by Heav'n I'd stab that too.

Lig.
Believe me, General, that I court thy worth,
A Servant to thy Virtue; and this Steel,
Hasting to let our life when so revil'd,
Shall pierce as deep into a Loyal heart:
Nay, I believe, that man, who loves me not,
Would be a pledg in Honor for my faith.

Bebr.
Why nam'st thou me, Ligurius? well thou know'st,
When darkness summons all the World to rest,
You're waking at Perpenna's, loath all sleep,
And there confederate: at such hours of Night,
No good can e're be hatch'd; but Treason may.

Lig.
Thou ly'st, base man. Now, by the Thunderer,
Wert thou not safe within this sacred place,
Had'st thou as many lives as Hydra heads,
I'd kill 'em one by one. From hence it springs,
Here takes it Source; and, like a Plague, Infects.
Bind me, Sertorius; lead me where no light
E're shot its Beams; and, if you find it truth,
Invent a Torment new, and terrible,
Exceeding all the labors of the Damn'd:
But, till I'm justly doom'd, believe my brest,
Like Chrystal, casts this poyson in his Teeth.

Sert.
What thinks Terentia now? how can I doubt
Such Friends as these? Com, we will go, my Fair:
Banish distrust; and think the Prodigies
Were only to amuse, not to Predict.
Let not these men know of our inward grief;
Apart to Terentia.
But bear it with the patience of a God.

Ter.
Yet there is something dictates in my brest
This visit will be fatal; and I see,
Like dying men, prospect of mighty things:
From fear they cannot com; to me, they seem
Like Meteors fix'd, not flying forms of Air.

Sert.
Com, my Bebricius, do like me, believe
Not one of all these Romans can be false.
Ligurius, com, forgive the hasty words;
Age has its faults, as well as fiery youth:
The one must bear th'other's Infirmities.
And credit me, such is the great esteem,
If in the scope of Rule you cast an eye
To any part which raises strong desire;
Command Sertorius, who no Tresure knows
Beyond th'intrinsic value of a Friend.

[Exeunt.

SCEN. IV.

PERPENNA.
Perp.
I grow in love with mischief; and the Gods,
Envying like me, consent unto his fall.
If there's a Fury greater than I feel,
A subtil Dæmon that I have not sought;
Let him expand his wings, and habit here.
Dull Fools they were that sought eternal Fame
By deeds not worthy naming: He that fir'd
Diana's Temple; or that stupid Ass
Who headlong fell in flaming Ætna's womb,
In hopes to cheat the Vulgar, lost himself.
I mount a Sphere above 'em. As, in Hell,
The lesser Fiends are Slaves unto their Lord,
And band the fiery Surges to his will:
So I, on Earth, would with this arm controul;
And, if the disobedient Clods rebell'd,
Find the Connexion of the Globes above,
And with this Sword divide the mighty tye,
That headlong with its weight it sunk to Hell,
And made the Furies groan beneath its Orb;
While, from the Region of the Sky, I saw
Its mighty dissolution, unconcern'd.

SCEN. V.

Fulvia, Perpenna.
Ful.
You seem exalted with success, Perpenna;
Tread upon Air, and breath a Soul all fire.

Perp.
Yes; and behold my Juno fix'd by me:
While the connected Atoms, Statue-like,
Know nether life nor motion, till we speak.

Ful.
How if, Ixion-like, we 'embrace a Cloud?

Perp.
Why, then that Cloud shall hide us both for ever:
Slighting the Earth, we'l put our beings off,
And wing for the Society of Gods.
I hear the noise of many feet: let's hence,
And meet the Victim.

[Exeunt.

SCEN. VI.

A Banquet. At it, Sertorius, Perpenna, Tribunius, Crassus, Decius, Ligurius, Norbanus, Bebricius, Attendants.
Perp.
Such was the time, in the Lactean way,
When frightned Gods, by Sons of Earth besieg'd,
Sat there in Council with Immortal fear,
Till all the fainting Pow'rs, by Bacchus fir'd,
Forc'd Jove unto his Thunder: Here we sit,
While Pompey's Rams are storming at our walls;
Whose Blows are Harmony unto our Feast.

Sert.
It is, Perpenna, and a God-like sound,
Enough to sink the fearful into Earth;
But we, as seated on a Throne, behold
Ruin spread wide the Terror of its wings:
They, like Cambyses, rage against the wind,
Till weary'd with the object; then we hast,
Mounted on Death, give Reins unto the Sword,
And glut the Furies with whole Seas of Gore.

Perp.
When great Sertorius speaks, he should, like Jove,
Have Thunder ready; all the Elements
Ready to make a second Chaos stand;
And all the World, as dreading the fierce change,
Becom agast: But, viewing round, I see
The Cyclops wanting Bolts for such a work;
Nor has old Vulcan captiv'd Time, or yet
The fatal Sisters ta'ne 'em to their Sheers.

Bebr.
Ha! means he me, by Vulcan? captiv'd Time?
By Heav'n, my fears I find now are not vain.
How dares Perpenna thus abuse the Gods;
And in a language strange, unto a Friend,
Dost call the Son of Anthropos a Jove,
Yet mock'st his wanting Ministers of wrath?

Sert.
No more, Bebricius; he is hot with wine:
Give him his liberty; he is our Friend.

Perp.
Let not Sertorius doubt the proof of it.
Free men have Liberty; 'tis Slaves have Chains:
And well I know Quintus will ne're impose
Upon a Roman, what a Roman hates.
For Liberty, Sertorius knows, we've fought;
And we would do't again, knee-deep in bloud:
Let's see that Talker fight, instead of speak;
Let Oratory hang upon his Sword;
But, till the Field sets forth his mighty worth,
Confine that Gall which dwells upon his Tongue.

Sert.
It is unkind, Perpenna, thus to rate him;
He is a worthy man, and bears a Soul
Great, as the proudest Roman: I have seen
Wonders perform'd where er'e his Sword has com,
And death before the blow has made its way:
Such worthy actions in my Camp has don,
That nether Pompey, nor Metellus, can't
When he is nam'd but reverence the sound.

Perp.
Now, Romans, be you Judges of the change
So long I warn'd you of: See, see our Fates;
See all the merits that our wounds have got;
That now, when Pompey girts us in our walls,
He dares prefer this man the only Friend,
This gray-beard Villain, who contrives our fall,
That when the danger which invades is past,
'Tis he must Lord it o're our Liberties.

Trib.
Speak thou for me how much I loath a Chain.

[Stabs Sertorius.
Sert.
Ha! Sure 'twas deadly. Ho! my Guards, my Guards!

Perp.
Be not deluded with so false a hope;
There's not a Soul that dares but think relief.

Bebr.
Thou seest I've yet that strength within my arm
To turn thy Dagger's point upon thy self.
[Here Ligurius is Stab'd by Bebricius, who escapes.
There is no safety here: I'll hast away,
And com attended with Revenge e're Day.

[Exit.
Sert.
Oh, Barbarous Vaillains! Treason; help.

Perp.
'Tis here,
Sertorius, on this point: despair, and dy,
Thou base, ingrateful man: had'st thou surviv'd,
We'd been thy Slaves; but, thank our Swords, we're free.

Sert.
Yet I dye pleas'd, to know thy sudden Fate;
I see it now before me; view the man:
Pompey revenges me. I see these men,
That shame the name of Friend to that degree,
In so deplorable and lost a state;
That their own Souls begin to loath their make,
And curse the hour when first they saw Perpenna.
Oh, my Terensia! thy Prophetic fear
Is now accomplish'd. Oh, uncertain Chance,
How subtil are the paths that Greatness tread!
Which guides us on unto our certain Fate,
And never leaves us till our life is fled!

Perp.
Dy, Wizard. Think'st thou that I fear my Fate?
No; 'tis on thee I build the mighty frame,
And seem a Body second unto Atlas:
Thus grasp a Scepter, and thus rule my Stars;
Since, by thy death, our Liberty is gain'd.
Shout, till your voices burst the Clouds to Air;
That with the violence of meeting sounds,
The Globe grows giddy, and inconstant Fortune
No longer can command her fickle Wheel.

Shouts. Liberty, Freedom, Liberty!

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.

SCEN. VIII.

A Roman Soldier, to Perpenna, &c.
Perp.
What dreadful message dwells upon thy tongue?
VVhy thus confus'd? Call back thy frightned sense,
And tell us what's the meaning of this sound.

Rom.
Pompey is entred Osca; all is lost:
Bebricius, scaping from the bloudy Feast,
Turn'd all into Sedition; for the Croud
No sooner heard their lov'd Sertorius dead,
Quitting their several stations, op'd the Gates
To Pompey's Soldiers, fir'd with strange desire.
Both partyes now are one: Bebricius leads
The num'erous bands, and has begirt us round.
There is no scaping hence with life.

Perp.
Hence, slave;
[Kills him.
And preach to Furies, in the other VVorld.
'Sdeath, am I catch'd! betraid by Jilting Fate,
VVhen the full Scene of Greatness was in view!
It is too late to talk. Com, let our Swords
Hew out a passage to our former state:
And make the wond'ring Gods call back their Ire,
To see how Slaughter does pursue our blows.

[Exeunt.

SCEN. IX.

Fight. After which, Pompey, Bebricius, Lusitanians, Romans: Perpenna, Tribunius, and Norbanus Prisoners.
Pomp.
Such is the Fortune of Imperial Rome,
VVhen-e're her Sons against her do rebel,
To turn the lot of ruin on their heads.
Thou fear'd Sertorius, Rival to my Arms,
Fam'd Soldier once that was, now thou'rt no more;
By Heav'n, it grieves me that I meet thee thus:
In Battel, to compleat my Victories,
Bowing beneath the keenness of my Sword,
Thou should'st have fell, not by a Villain's hand.

Bebr.
Forgive me, Oh thou Manes, this delay;
I only live, to see thy death reveng'd.

Pompey.
Where was thy sense of Honor, cruel man?
Scythia, in falshood, does fall short of thee:
Not the contriving Furies of the deep
Could e're invent a greater Villany.

Perp.
Hold, Beardless Boy; thou Novice in a Camp,
That oft has fled my Sword, as School-boys Rods:
Think upon Sucron Fields, and then be mute.
Thou say'st that Hell could not afford a Scene
Of greater mischief: I am proud of it.
Empire I aim'd at; had it once in sight;
Till the curs'd Gods cast in their bar between.
In me, 'twas great; but it was base in these:
And, if that Chance had blest me with a Throne,
Their heads had been the steps to mount upon.

Nor.
Dog, Son of Night, ingendred of the foam
Of Cerberus, and Hell's contagious Dew.

Trib.
Oh, I could eat my Chains, to com at thee!

Perp.
Tribunius, please me with a Mask of Death:
Knock out thy brains against those Ornaments,
And let me see how bravely thou wilt dy.

Trib.
Blest Fortune!—Take that, Paricide. When Hell's.
Capacious Kingdom does confine our Souls,
There, in th'Infernal Lake, I'll plunge thee in;
Sink with thee to Perdition; and, in pain,
Snatches a Sword from a Soldier, & kills Perpenna.
Take plesure in thy Conquest. Lead me on;
The Gemonies, Tarpeian Rock is bliss,
And death, which sets me free, a Paradise.

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.