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SCENE VII.

Enter Favonius.
Favon.
Justice, great Fabius!—thou, who art renown'd
For more than justice—for the soul of honour—
For the kind meltings of humanity!

Fab.
Cimbrius!—
I would do much to serve the hope of Rome,
The hope and honour of my country!—But
Thy father hath wrong'd Fabius—greatly wrong'd him!—
Soon we convene the Senate, to resolve
Whether a virgin, a free citizen,
The daughter of a senatorial house,
The last surviving offspring of their Fabius,
Rent from my arms, and my protecting roof,
Shall be detained with daring violation!

Favon.
Our wrongs, like our complaints, unite—I am robb'd
Of my dear plighted bride; and you, my lord,
Of your adopted daughter!

Fab.
Adopted—sayst thou?—
Far nearer than adopted—my own offspring!