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SCENE I.
Aurelius' Camp.Enter Aurelius, Uter, Pascentius, and Flavia.
Aur.
You then escaped disguised in man's attire?
Fla.
'Tis true I did, but ne'er did rapier yet
Adorn a side less fitting to support it.
Aur.
To you Pascentius my best thanks are due.
Pas.
Nay, nay, 'tis little that to me you owe.
Fla.
Indeed, but for his aid, I long ere this
Had broke my sacred vow, and wedded death.
Uter.
Brother, the enemy is near at hand,
Straight let us forth, and range our troops for battle.
Aur.
Go you before and swift I'll follow.
Now to thy care my dearest friend, I trust
Thy beauteous sister, and my sweetest love.
Should victory proclaim the day our own,
All will be well; but shou'd the loss be ours,
To Heav'ns just guard I must resign you both.
Two trusty servants have I placed without,
Who will conduct you westward of our camp,
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Haste! fare thee well, sweet love.
Fla.
This token let me brace around thine arm,
Think of me in the field, nor let revenge
Blot from thy gen'rous breast the sense of pity.
Aur.
O! cruel fortune, so soon to wrench from me
This lovely form, to steal this beauteous hand,
And offer to my grasp this weighty steel.
[Exeunt.
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