Mercy Otis Warren,
The Sack of Rome — Act V
“ The moment that the midnight bell resounds, He brings a Vandal garb for my Eudocia, And aids our flight to the Tarentiae sea. EudociaTraulista!---I like not this Traulista--- Traulista has a rough, a savage soul, Wrought up to treasons of the darkest hue. GaudentiusHis life he owes to Ætius and myself. EudociaBut gratitude can never bind the base: An infidel to God---there is no tie--- No principle to bind a worthless heart. GaudentiusHs is my friend; come, dissipate distrust. EudociaA thousand spectres stare on every side. ”
