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SCENE I.

SCENE, A Gallery.
Enter Camilla, Tullia and Linco.
Tul.
Here let your Eyes with Pleasure
Survey this Royal Treasure,
Which if we may compare,
The Court can boast of nothing half so rich and fair.

Linc.
Where-e'er we turn our Eyes
Fresh Wonders gaily rise.

Cam.
United Arts in ev'ry Object shine,
Mortal the Workman is, the Workman's Art Divine.

Tul.
All these by Metabo were once possess'd.

Cam.
By Metabo?

Tul.
What Passions fill thy Breast?

Cam.
With Wonder and Disdain at once my Heart's opprest.

Tul.
Behold these Royal Statues: These
The Care of Metabo, those of Latinus are:
Here Casimilla lyes in graceful Pride,
Who on the Day she bore Camilla dy'd.
Here Metabo her Royal Consort flies,
Camilla in his Arms, and Sorrow in his Eyes.

Cam.
O miserable King! unhappy Queen!

Linc.
Your ill-tim'd Sorrow will be seen.

Cam.
Unhappy Child!

Linc.
Your Reason is asleep.

Tul.
Why does Dorinda weep? Why flow those Eyes?

Cam.
Because Camilla's Fate and mine do simpathize.
Again, again past Wrongs I feel,
The pointed Javelin and the Steel.
My injur'd Soul will know no Rest,
Furies will haunt my troubled Breast,
'Till he dies
A Sacrifice,
By whom our Royal House has been opprest.
Let him die, ye Pow'rs! strike him dead!
Dart all your Light'ning at his devoted Head.
Tear him, ye Furies! tear him!
May the Furies alarm him!
May his Conscience disarm him!
But I'm unwise.
O Gods! Camilla's Fate and mine do simpathize!

Linc.
Give your Sorrows over!

Tul.
Dorinda, be at Peace.

Cam.
How! give my Sorrows over!
A Grief like mine admits of no Release.

Linc.
These publick Tears for Shame keep in.

Cam.
Tullia; look, behold!

Tul.
What is there to be seen?

Cam.
Behold Camilla's Shade appears!
See what Disdain her angry Visage wears!
Behold!

Tul.
I nothing see—

Cam.
Before thee, see her stand.

Tul.
Sure she is mad; where should Camilla be?

Cam.
I rave, I rave! or else I sleep: But no,
See there's Camilla full of Woe!
Behold Camilla near,
Camilla's weeping Accent hear.

Tul.
What doth she say?

Cam.
Camilla, lo I am.
I am Camilla, and swear, by all my Woes,
His guilty Days shall know no Rest,
His restless Nights know no Repose:
Day and Night shall near him dwell
Those Horrors all Usurpers feel!
'Till oppress'd by his Grief,
And encumber'd with Care,
Depriv'd of Relief,
He flies to the Grave in Despair.

Linc.
Metius must be hither brought,
To cure those Ills her Grief has wrought.

[Exit.
Tul.
Do dwell with Madmen sure
None but Madmen can endure.

[Exit.
Cam.
Linco; Linco and Tullia both are gone!
And Camilla, left alone,
Safely may her Thoughts unveil,
The Gods are just, and nothing will reveal.
Sorrow join'd with Sorrow,
Grief with Grief combin'd,
Distract my Breast,
Deny me Rest,
And raise Convulsions in my Mind.
I weep! and I rave!
And my Wrongs aloud for Vengeance crave!