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SCENE VI.
Maximusalone.
How adverse is my fate! Though all the earth
Abounds with villainy, when Maximus
Would seek a villain, each assumes the hero,
And baffles his designs. Affronted love
Has prov'd too weak to fire the rage of Ætius:
My daughter disobeys me—be it so—
I must no longer dally with my purpose,
But hasten on the blow—too much already
Have I disclos'd, and ere the dawn appears
Cæsar shall die: Emilius for the deed
Will lend his faithful arm. What then may follow?
Or Valentinian falls, and crowns my vengeance;
Or, grant he should survive, 'tis mine to cast
The guilt on Ætius: 'tis an easy task:
Cæsar, the rival of his fame and love,
Without my arts will deem him criminal.
Or should aught else betide, I from th' event
Can form resolves anew: in greatest dangers
That wisdom oft is best which trusts to chance.
The sailor, fearing rocks and wind,
Who runs in thought each peril o'er,
Must live in humble state confin'd,
A simple fisher on the shore.
Who runs in thought each peril o'er,
Must live in humble state confin'd,
A simple fisher on the shore.
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'Tis oft with prudence we confide
To Fortune's hand our weal or woe;
Her hand has oft that aid supplied
Which wisdom never could bestow.
To Fortune's hand our weal or woe;
Her hand has oft that aid supplied
Which wisdom never could bestow.
[Exit.
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