University of Virginia Library

SCENE VII.

Favonius enters.
Favon.
O, my Lavinia!—Blessed interview!

Lavin.
Alas, why venture here, my lord Favonius?—
Are you, then, bent upon my ruin?

Favon.
Hear me—
But for a moment—just to tell my love.—

Lavin.
Alas, I am sworn, no more to hear, to see you—
But yield my interests in you to Valeria.

Favon.
You cannot—I am yours, and you are mine,
By nature's union of connubial hearts,
And every sacred band!—Not all the powers
On earth, shall tear us from each other! no—
Rather despair shall seek the field of Mars,
Where camp my legions, to beleaguer Rome,
As once did Caius Marius—turn the war
Upon my father, country—on the world,
Rather than aught shall rend, from my fond arms,
All that the world contains of estimation!

Lavin.
Away!—I am undone!—the Pontiff comes—
Behold his lictors!—Lost, lost Lavinia!

[Exit Favonius.