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. MaximusWill 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? ”
