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SCENE I.
Corvus.
Carthage
inclin'd to Peace?—ha! can it be?—
What then remains for me, whose bold Design
Had plan'd my Greatness on my Country's Ruin,
And sold to Carthage, Liberty, and Rome?—
Where shall I fly?—will Carthage take me in,
And with surrounding Arms protect my Guilt?—
No, she will sooner bosom up a Plague,
And with an Insult tell me, that the Wretch,
Who sold his native Land, wou'd sell the World:
What then remains for me, whose bold Design
Had plan'd my Greatness on my Country's Ruin,
And sold to Carthage, Liberty, and Rome?—
Where shall I fly?—will Carthage take me in,
And with surrounding Arms protect my Guilt?—
No, she will sooner bosom up a Plague,
And with an Insult tell me, that the Wretch,
Who sold his native Land, wou'd sell the World:
It is the Curse of Treachery like mine,
To be most hated, where it most has serv'd.
To be most hated, where it most has serv'd.
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