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SCENE IV.
Martia, Decius, Clelia, Mutius, Children, Attendants.
Martia.
Quick, let me fly—where is my Regulus?—
My Lord—My Love?—O let no Roman Eye
Behold my Regulus, till I have seen him—
Till I have pour'd my Transports in his Bosom,
And all the Longings of a five Year's Absence—
An Absence, now o'er-paid—I now forget
My Mid-night Watchings, and my flowing Tears,
The Dew of every Morn; the constant Care
That wrung my Heart, and furrow'd up my Visage:—
All is forgot—my Regulus returns,
And Sorrow fades away—He comes, he comes,
Hark! the glad Crowds proclaim it to the Skies,
As if th'important News concern'd the Gods—
As sure it does—for what can Jove behold
With so much Pleasure, as a virtuous Man,
The Image of himself—O see—they come—
Decius.
Retire this Way—the circling Croud rolls on,
And in the Tumult of their mad'ning Joy,
Will over-bear ev'n you—this Way—good Martia,
[Retire.
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