University of Virginia Library

SCENE VI.

Julia enters.
Valer.
Favonius Cimbrius, you behold your aunt,
My sister, late the widow of Trebonius;
But grafted, now, on the illustrious stock
Of the most noble Fabii.

[They embrace.
Julia.
My child, my blood, nay, my loved self!—Methinks
I see our ancestors descending on us,
The long unrivall'd train of the Valerii,
All glorying in their Cimbrius, and assuming
New honours from his name.

Favon.
O, my kind aunt!
So I may not disgrace your honour'd ancestors,
My glory has its limit.