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Portrait of Mercy Otis Warren Mercy Otis Warren The Sack of Rome — Act III

He feels no pang but for Eudocia's sake; Yet jealousy has wak'd a war within; Resentment, love, and rage, by turns distract, And make his soul a chaos of despair. Maximus
Will he o'ercome this painful struggle In a noble breast?---Can he renounce her charms? When filial tears are leagu'd with just revenge, When duty, fame, and glory combat love, Will the fond lover act the hero's part, And snatch the princess from a rival's arms, Mid'st blood and slaughter, and the fresh grown yews His sword may strew around her father's tomb?
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Portrait of Mercy Otis Warren Mercy Otis Warren The Sack of Rome — Act III

These tears indulge, to bathe his sacred urn, And while they trickle o'er thy blooming cheek, Water the willows round thy father's tomb, Till the brave veteran Ætius shall chace The bold Petronius from the imperial throne. Eudocia
Ah! Ætius!---Oh! happy Rome, if Ætius had liv'd. Edoxia
Had Ætius liv'd!---Just gods! what means Eudocia? Has the monster slain the noble Ætius, And rais'd so high the mounds of death around, That justice cannot reach a traitor's heart?
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