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Scena Secunda.

Horace. Curiace. Flavian.
Flavian.
I come to tell you.

Curiace.
Say, who are they then?

Flavian.
They've pitch'd on you, and your two Brothers.

Curiace.
Who?

Flavian.
On your two Brothers they have pitch'd, and you.
But why that look? why that contracted brow?
Do you alone th'election disallow?

Curiace.
No, but it does surprize me, I confess,
I think my self unworthy such a grace.

Flavian.
Shall the Dictator know you entertain
The quarrel coldly? for I must be plain,
This carriage does me something too surprize.

Curiace.
Tell him, that maugre Love, and all the ties,
Unite our Families, we three will fight
The three Horatii in Alba's right.

Flavian.
With them! tis much in a few words you say.

Curiace.
Carry my answer back, and leave us pray.