SCENE IV.
Valerius enters with his Followers, some bearing
levers and a ladder.
Valer.
The chariot, and your horses—
Are they in readiness?
Serv.
They are, my Lord!
Valer.
Go some of you, and raise the ponderous cover!
That done, let down the steps, and wait my coming!
[Part of the Attendants go out with the ladder and
levers.
Lucius and Servius, now mark my orders!—
Soon as the lady is restored to light,
With all due reverence and observant tenderness,
Convey her to the chariot—then take horse,
With your attendants, and pass gently onwards
To the Flaminian gate—thence on with speed,
Till you have reached my fortress on the frontier,
Where I will meet you.
Lucius.
In every point, my Lord,
We shall be most observant.
Valer.
Ha!—what lights are yon?—
And at this hour?
Serv.
They seem, my Lord, to bend
This way, and with a numerous company.
Valer.
Curs'd chance!—I would not, for ten provinces,
Be noted in this business—Retire awhile,
Till they have pass'd!—
Amazement!—stop—Favonius,
Favonius in the van!—his fetters off!
And is it thus that he would triumph o'er me?
No, he shall perish, first!—Lavinia, too,
Back to her durance!—Cataline, Sempronius,
Fly several ways!—my guards, the city force,
The nightly watches too, collect them instantly,
And bring them on embattled!—Haste, away!—
I wait you in yon portico!
[Exeunt.
