SCENA V.
Sister, behold the arm that hath reveng'd our two brave brother; that hath broke the course of our contrary Destinies, that makes us Masters of Alba; lastly, see the arm that makes today the fortune of two States: Behold these marks of honour, these faire testimonies of glory, and give what thou ought'st unto the happinesse of my Victory.
Receive then my tears; 'tis that which I do owe unto it.
Rome Will see none after such high exploits; and our two brothers slain in the misfortune of arms, are paide enough with blood, there needs no tears to mingle with it. When the losse is reveng'd, 'tis recovered.
Since they are satisfi'd by the blood that shed, I'll cease to mourn more for them, and forget their death, which your hand reveng'd. But who shall now revenge my Lovers, to make me forget his losse too?
What saist thou, unfortunate!
O my dear Curiatus!
Infinite boldnesse of an unworthy Sister! Must the name of