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SCENA VI
Come you to tell us, Julia, the Victory?
But rather, Sir, the fatall sad effects of the fight Rome is subject unto Alba, and your sons are defeated; two o' th' three are dead, her husband onely doth remaine.
O effect of a sad fight truely fatal! Rome subject unto Alba, and my Son to free her from it not imploy himselfe unto the last gasp! No, this cannot be: Julia, you are deceived, Rome's not subject, or my Son's slaine.
A thousand from our Ramparts saw it as well as I: he made himself adimir'd whil'st that his Brothers stood; but when he saw himself alone against three adversaries, ready to be encompassed by them; he sav'd himself by flight.
Would not our souldiers dispatch the traitor! would they give this coward retraite into their ranks?
I had no heart to see more after this defeat.
Soft, mourn them not all, two of them enjoy a fortune that doth make their father proud and jealous too; See that their tombe be cover'd with the most noble flowers; the glory of their death hath pay'd me for their loss: this happiness hath followed their unconquer'd courage, that they saw Rome free as long as they had life, and would not have beheld her to obey but her own Prince, nor to become the Province