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Here fet me down 'ortius, come near me are my friends embark'd ? Can any thing be thought of for their fervice ? Whilft I yet live, let me not live in vain. -O Lucius, art thou here ? -Thou art too good !Let this our friendship live between our children ; Make Portíus happy in thy daughter Lucia. Alas poor man, he weeps !--Marcia, my daughter - bend me forward !- Juba loves thee, Marcia. A Senator of Rome, while Rome furviv'd, Would not have match'd his daughter with a king, But Cæsar's arms have thrown down all distinction; Whoe'er is brave and virtuous, is a Roman -I 'm fick to death when shall I get loose From this vain world, th’abode of guilt and sorrow!
- And yet methinks a beam of light breaks in
From hence, let fierce contending nations know
END OF THE FIFTH ACT,
WRITTEN BY SIR SAMUEL GARTH.
HAT odd fantastic things we women do !
But die a maid, yet have the choice of two !
Blame not our conduct, since we but pursue
What pains to get the gaudy thing you hate,
eyes shall utter what the lips conceal :
Sir John Somers, Lord Keeper of the Great Seal,