Mercy Otis Warren

Mercy Otis Warren

Summary

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

Hunneric
Not less than thee, I hate the Roman name: Command thy terms---though they're to govern Rome, To wear a crown---to reign in Gaul or Spain; Both by the cross, and by the ancient gods, Here is my signet---claim thine own reward. Traulista
What if within this garden lies conceal'd The rival of thy love? Hunneric
The game more easy---more secure the prey: By all the blood Genseric's arm has spilt, The traitor dies before the morning dawns.
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Portrait of Mercy Otis Warren Mercy Otis Warren The Sack of Rome — Act V

Oh! live Gaudentius---live for Rome's defence; Nor rob thy country of so brave an arm. Not crowns, or sceptres, or the world besides, Has aught to balance with my love for thee; Yet urge no more---fly hence and save thyself--- One parting sigh---one solemn, last adieu--- Then, for thy country's sake, forget Eudocia Gaudentius
Not till the pulse of life forgets to play, And death's cold dews pervade my quivering lip. Within this garden will I find a grave, Unless my princess dares an enterprise, Which lost this night, may never more return
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Portrait of Mercy Otis Warren Mercy Otis Warren The Sack of Rome — Act V

Genseric
Hymenial songs must cheer these drooping maids--- They each shall choose a Goth or Vandal lord, And rase the lineage of the Roman name In the warm grots of Asdrubal and Hanno, For which their ancestors in Carthage bled, And armies perish'd in the Lybian sands. Leo
Now thou art master of the Roman world, Let clemency bespeak thee more a king, Than all thy triumphs o'er subjected Rome. Genseric
The multitude disarm'd---I leave their lives; Plebeian slaves may tremble and retire; But all of noble or patrician blood, Of ev'ry age and sex, my prisoners are.
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