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SCENE VI.

Inguiomer, Segimund.
Segimund.
The Gods in justice to mankind lead on
A terrible example to the pride,
And the ambition of these fierce invaders,
Who well deserve their fate. They taste at Rome
The sweets of liberty, yet hither come,
To the Visurgis' banks, to trample on the necks
Of independent nations.

Inguiomer.
There, my friend,
You are deceiv'd; you know not all the truth.
Rome is no longer free; her fam'd Republic
Is now no more; her boasted liberty
Yields to a tyrant, and long since she fled
Far from soft seasons and Italian skies,
To dwell in our tempestuous Northern clime,
Henceforth a Scythian and a German blessing.

Segimund.
As such we'll cherish it: The warriors come.