And fruitful in resources when discover'd. Humour their darling passion. and am bless'd! Col. This is the common cant; the stale, gross, idle, With timid eye the face of modest virtue: At virtue, wheresoe'er she passes by them. Sex. Let it glance where and upon whom it will, Now hear what I have seen. I've seen young men And thee.-I tell thee, prince Ar. Nay, hold! Sextus, you go too far. Sex. Why, pray, good sir, may I not praise the wife Of this same testy, froward husband here, But on his cheek offence must quivering sit, And dream'd of insult ?—the abortive child Of misconstruction, whose near-sighted eye Discerns not jest for real. Col. I heed you not; jest on; I'll aid your humour: Let Aruns use me for his princely laughter, Let Claudius deck me with ironic praise; But when you touch a nearer, dearer subject, Cast on the woman whom he loves! though here From her true value more than they could add Ar. If that a man might dare to ope his lips My wife, who loves her fire-side, and hates gadding, Residing at Collatia. Sex. [Aside.] Well timed ;-I'll seize th' occasion: View this Lucretia ere I sleep, and satisfy My senses whether fame has told the truth. [Aloud.] I'll stake my life on't-Let us mount our horses, And post away this instant towards Rome, Why, 'tis the sex: enjoying to the full The swing of licence which their husbands' absence Knows her state best, keeps best within the bounds While yours are feasting at their neighbours' houses. On rioting at home. Col. Had I two lives, I'd stake them on the trial, Nor fear to live both out. Sex. Let us away then. Come, come, my Collatinus,-droop not thus SCENE II.-Rome-an Apartment in the Palace. Enter BRUTUS, L Br. [Alone.] Oh, that some light would beam from heav'n to teach me When to burst forth, and how to gain my purpose! And tear each private tie from my fix'd heart. Enter TITUS, L. [Retires. Ti. 'Tis done! 'tis done! auspicious are the fates, Tarquinia's word is pledged, and all its brightness! Br. [Coming down.] That exclamation was too lofty, boy: Such raptures ill become the troubled times Of such, no more. Ti. Oh! at an hour like this Who could repress the thrill of grateful joy! Ti. Tarquinia. Br. What of her? Ti. Her vows are pledged, And Heaven's propitious smile will make her mine. Br. Thine? What! Thine? Heav'n make Tarquinia thine? Away! away! Heav'n spurns the race she springs from! Ti. How!-Father, wert thou to thyself restored, Thou would'st exult to see thy son thus blest. Our vows are past. They cannot be recall'd. Br. No, Titus, not for ever! If thou art mine, thou canst not be Tarquinia's. Ti. Nay, loose me, father,-this is frenzy all Br. Leave me. Retire. Thine is no Roman heart. Ere long the moon wil change-the moon-my god dess And then thou may'st behold a change in Brutus. Ti 'Tis as I thought. Folly resumes its reign. Grant him once more the treasure now withheld, [Exit TITUS, R. Br. (alone) I was too sudden. I should have delay'd, And watch'd a surer moment for my purpose. He must be frighted from this dream of love. What! shall the son of Junius wed a Tarquin ! I could be none: but, through the cloud that wraps me, Could I once burst the chains which now enthral him, The time may come when Heaven will heal our wrongs [Exit BRUTUS, L. SCENE III.-The house of COLLATINUS, at COLLATIA. An apartment, lighted up. LUCRETIA discovered, surrounded by her maids, all employed in embroidery and other female occupations. LAVINIA is on the R. of LUCRETIA. Luc. How long is it, Lavinia, since my lord Lav. Why, in my simple estimation, madam, Luc. I do not understand thee. Say'st thou, with me time runs not as it should? Explain thy meaning-What should make thee think so? Lav. All that I mean is, that if I were married, And that my husband were call'd forth to th' wars, I should not stray through the grove next my house, Invoke the pensive solitude, and woo The dull and silent melancholy,—brood To love retirement; women were not made Luc. Go to; thou know'st not what thou say'st I thank the gods who taught me that the mind, Is in retirement-that her highest comfort -Soft-I hear footsteps! Hour of rapture! Look! Enter COLLATINUS, CLAUDIUS, ARUNS, and SEXtus, L. My lord, most welcome! Col. Welcome these, my friends, Lucretia !-our right royal master's sons; To grace our humble mansion. Luc. Welcome yourself! And doubly welcome, that you bring such friends. My heart is full of joy! Ar. Rather, fair lady, [Exeunt ATTENDANTS, R. You should be angry, that unseasonably And with abrupt intrusion, we've thus broke Upon your privacy. Luc. No, my good lord; Those to whom love and my respect are due, Can ne'er intrude upon me ;-had I known This visit, you, perhaps, might have been treated C+ |