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Collects the guilt, and crowds it round the heart.
Ord. Thyself be judge.
Isid. Who when!--my lord ?
Ord. What boots it who or when ?
(They hang up their torches.)
Ord. All men seemed mad to him!
Isid. Of himself he speaks. (Aside.)
Ord. He walked alone,
Isid. I have a prattler three years old, my lord !
Ord. With his human hand
Isid. I would, my lord, you were by my fireside ;
Though you began this cloudy tale at midnight.
Ord. Where was I ?
Ord. Surveying all things with a quiet scorn,
Isid. Ah! what of him, my lord ?
Ord. He proved a traitor, Betrayed the mystery to a brother traitor, And they between them hatched a damned plot To hunt him down to infamy and death. What did the Valdes? I am proud of the name Since he dared do it.-- (Ordonio grasps his sword, and turns
off from Isidore; then after a pause returns.) Our links burn dimly.
Isid. A dark tale darkly finished ! nay, my lord, Tell what he did.
Ord. That which his wisdom prompted-
Isid. No! the fool !
Ord. Thou woulist not then have come, if
Isid. Oh yes, my lord ! I would have met him armed, and scared the coward. (Isidore
throws off his robe-shows himself armed, and draws his sword.)
Ord. Now this is excellent and warms the blood !
Isid. And all my little ones fatherless ?
disarming him throws his sword up that recess opposite to which they were standing. Isidore hurries into the recess with his torch; Ordonio follows him; a loud cry of “traitor! monster !" is heard from the cavern, aud in a moment Ordonio returns alone.)
Ord. I have hurled him down the chasm! treason for treason. He dreamt of it! Henceforward let him sleepA dreamless sleep, from which no wife can wake him. His dream too, is made out.
Virginius. Good day, Icilius.
Icilius. Worthy Virginius! 'tis an evil day
Vir. You, Icilius, had a hand
my vote, in the Comitia ;
scil. I would have pledged my life
Vir. 'Twas a high gage, and men have staked it higher,
Icił. By whom?
Icil. He disclosed it to you?
Vir. Siccius Dentatus is an honest man! There's not a worthier in Rome! How now? Has he deceived me? Do you call him liar? My friend ! my comrade! honest Siccius, That has fought in six score battles ?
Icil. Good Virginius,
Vir. Yes, yes; he is a crabbed man.
Icil. A man
Vir. No, not a whit!where there is double dealing.
Icil. See, good Virginius, Appius comes !
Vir. Not I! Stay you; and, as you made him, hail him;
wellI shall be glad to see you at my house.
(Exeunt.) (Enter Appius, Dentatus, Lucius, Titus, Servius, Marcus, and
citizens shouting.) Titus. Long live our first decemvir! Long live Appius Claudius! Most noble Appius! Appius and the decemvirate for ever!
(Citizens shout.) Appius. My countrymen, and fellow-citizens, We will deserve your favor.
Tit. You have deserved it, And will deserve it.
App. For that end we named
Tit. You could not have named a better man.
App. Be assured, we hold
And gists make surest debtors. Fare you
(Exit Appius, and Marcus. The people shout.) Den. That was a pretty echo! a most soft echo! I never thought your voices were half so sweet! a most melodious echo! I'd have you ever after make your music before the patricians' palaces; they give most exquisite responses ;-especially that of Appius Claudius! a most delicate echo!
Tit. What means Dentatus?
Den. Oh! yes-you please me--please me mightily,-1 assure you. You are noble legislators ; take most especial care of your own interests ; bestow your votes most wisely tooon him who has the wit to get you into the humor; and withal, have most musical voices—most musical—if one may judge by their echo.
Tit. Why, what quarrel have you with our choice? Could we have chosen better ?--I say there are ten honest decemvirs we have chosen.
Den. I pray you name them me.
Den. Ay, call him the head; you are right. Appius Claudius, the head.
Tit. And Quintus Fabius Vibulanus.
Den. The body, that eats and drinks while the head thinks. Call him Appius's stomach. Fill him, and keep him from cold and indigestion, and he'll never give Appius the headache! Well! - There's excellent comfort in having a good stomach !Well?
Tit. There's Cornelius, Marcus Servilius, Minucius, and Titus Antonius.
Den. Arms, legs, and thighs !
Den. He'll do for a hand, and, as he's a senator, we'll call him the right hand. We could'nt do less, you know, for a senator !-Well ?
Lucius. At least, you'll say we did well in electing Quintus Petilius, Caius Duellius, and Spurius Oppius, men of our order! sound men! “known sticklers for the people”-at least, you'll say we did well in that!
Den. And who dares say otherwise ? “Well ?" one might as well
“ill” as “ well." “ Well” is the very skirt of commendation; next neighbor to that mire and gutter, “ill.” “Well," indeed! you acted like yourselves; Nay, even yourselves could