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SCENE THE FIFTH.
Appius.Ap.
And am I baffled yet? To Appius
Fresh obstacles are only fresh incentives:
Plebeian beauty, who hadst scarcely warm'd,
Unaided by events, this heart of mine,
With a slight, transient flame, now that for thee
Rome shudders with disdain, immoveably,
Profoundly in my bosom thou art fixed;
Now much as is the very power I grasp at,
Nay more, art thou essential to my peace.
But the sixth hour approaches. Let us see
If all is ready to convince the people,
That in themselves no longer, but in me,
Is centred all the majesty of Rome.
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