SCEN. II.
Horace, Curtius, Flavius.
FLAVIUS.
I come to tell you.
CURTIUS.
Well, and who are those?
FLAVIUS.
You, and your Brothers.
CURTIUS.
Who?
FLAVIUS.
Ev'n they, and you:
Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.
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- Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.
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- Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.
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- London :: Printed by J.M. for H. Herringman ...,
- 1667.
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But why so stern, and so unpleas'd a Brow?
Does this offend you?
CURTIUS.
No, but does surprize;
The honour much above my Merit flies.
FLAVIUS.
Must the Dictator (who me hither sent)
Be told you hear it with this discontent?
This cold reception me too does surprize.
CURTIUS.
Tell him in spight of Loves and Friendships ties,
Yet Curtius, and his Brothers mean to fight
Against the Horaces, for Alba's Right.
FLAVIUS.
Against them! 'tis too much! but tell me how.
CURTIUS.
Carry my answer back, and leave me now.
Exit Flavius