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With blood ! [The people return slowly and sullenly.
Why did you this? Why do you ever that
You should not do? Who bade you take my quarrel
Into your own hands? Who? I did not ask you
For help or counsel! Gods! if I do choose
To stake my life, may I not fix the game
I throw't away on? Had I not here the tyrant
Himself, within arm's reach, " that but a stride
Like this, had made my weapon and his heart
Acquainted? Had I not? If I did think
A gust of spleen, a fit of temper, a
Sour stomach, was a thing to pitch against
The cause”-had I not man enough in me,
Though thrice the number of his satellites
Environ’d him, to smite him to my foot ?
And you must smite his slave! Now, look you, for
That slave, the stones we tread on shall weep blood,
And our veins lend the tears !

Flac. Remember, 'twas
For you they did it.

C. Grac. Me? O! I retain The memory of all they have done for me! Flac. Observe their looks.—They are depress'd and

spiritless From your rebuke. It is not well to bring Their zeal to such an ebb.

C. Grac. It is indeed The tide for ebbing." Listen! [Thunder.] Do you

hear? Tit. The heavens lower C. Grac. On us! There is something awful in their

speech, More than the sound. [Thunder.] That's anger !

Enter Vettius, hastily, L. U. E. Vet. Disperse! Disperse! [Fulvius and half the

Citizens cross behind to R.] The Consul heavily
Has ta'en his Lictor's death. The Senate
Is convoked.
[Thunders louder. Several of the people withdraw

R. and L. slowly.
C. Grac. Now it speaks out.

6. 'Tis not for naught
They keep that stirring in the heavens. Some foot,
On haste with wrath, hath from Jove's presence now
Gone forth, the bearer of an errand, whose
Dread import hath set all Olympus shaking !"

Flac. You are infusing fear into the crowd.
This is ro way to remedy the evil.
Think what can best be done.

C. Grac. Nothing is best
Where nothing can be done,
Flac. Here comes your brother.

Enter LICINIUS, hastily, L. U. E.
Licin. A decree has pass’d the Senate, that the

Consul Look to the public safety. Caius, you And Fulvius Flaccus are the men they aim atYou must protect yourselves ! · [Thunders still louder. Flac. Observe, the citizens fall off from us.

[Titus and Vettius cross behind to R. C. Grac. Why, let them go! As long as our veins

are full, Why should their's flow? Let them fall off to oneTo none ! “ Their carrion would but poison Rome, And breed a mortal, general pestilence !" Let them, I say! It shall be writ in blood, The man who labours for the people's good The people shall give up to sacrifice! So shall their groans unpitied rend their breastsUnheeded, save of them whose ears confess No sweeter music! Here, even at the foot Of my great father's statue, I will brave The tyrant's wrath alone! [Goes and kneels at his father's statue, hiding his

face with his hands. Flac. What! hold your neck To the axe !

Enter POMPONIUS, hastily, L. U. E.
Pom. Caius, the Consul's Lictors, I'm advis'd,
Are on the watch for you.
Flac. Meet force with force!

[The Citizens return in larger numbers, R. and .. The people throng to you again. 'Twas but The storm dispersed them.

Licin. Gracchus, Caius Gracchus,
If you're a man, act like one. Keep not terms
With men do make the laws a plea for acts
The laws forbid. The Senate is the traitor.
Think, in its bloody edict you are led

Already to the slaughter. Caius, 'tis
Your country calls on you !

Pom. With tears.
Flac. With wrongs.
Licin. Tiberius calls on you.

C. Grac. Give me your hands. 'Tis done, my friends—'tis past !—I will. [Very low

thunder.] You hear ?
Great Jove! Our fates command us!

Flac. Muster, friends,
Betimes to-morrow on Mount Aventine.
" We've scanty time for preparation.” Night
Draws on apace. Some of you keep a watch
Near Caius's house, lest, in the dead of night,
They steal upon him. Caius, fare thee well!
We meet to-morrow.

C. Grac. I will meet thee, Flaccus.
But let not the first blow be ours.

" Flac. It cannot. They strike already, that do draw on us.

C. Grac. Against myself, I pledge myself.--0, Rome, The sons do love thee most, must make thee bleed!

[Exeunt, scverally.

“ SCENE IV.-An Apartment in Caius's House.

A Couch. Enter Cornelia, and LICINIA with a scroll ; followed

by Lucius, carrying lights, one of which he sets down. Cor. Will you not go to bed ? Licinia. Not till he comes. Cor. He must sup out. Licinia. Well, I'll sit up for him.

Cor. What, with those eyes that look so ill prepar'd To play the watcher?

Licinia. I will read, Cornelia,
And keep myself awake.--I can't lie down!
Go you to bed, my mother.

Cor. I'll not give you
Excuse for so uncall’d-for labour, by
Partaking it.-Good night.

Licinia. Good night. [Exit CORNELIA and LUCIUS.
I wish
He would come home ! --Why should he sup abroad


To night? Most like it is my brother's fault.
He never lets him rest with taking him
To Carbo's house-or Flaccus's-or to some
Such place. I would he had a wife himself,
To keep him more at home.--Cornelia's right;
I'm half asleep already.- A heavy lid
Is strange companion to an anxious heart !
Come thou that canst discourse without a tongue,
Cunning beguiler of the lonely! talk to me,
And for my dear lord, help me to keep watch!

[She sits down and reads-grows gradually drow-
sier- the scroll presently falls from her hand,
and she siceps.

Enter Caius, without seeing her. C. Grac. What meant the boy by starting when he

let Me in ?- What's in my face, to make him hold His breath, and change his colour at! I thought At first the house was not my own--and never Look'd it so like my own.- A hundred objects, Day after day I've pass’d, with just as much Of consciousness as they had not been here, I now distinguish with a feeling of Such recognition, as invests them with The worth of precious things. The common couch Stands in our supper-room, a dozen times A day I've thrown myself upon, without Thought it supported mewhen now I pass'd it, I could not help but stop, as it had been Some special minister of happiness Did challenge salutation.- What !- Licinia! Asleep too.-She is sitting up for me ! Come now, conspiracy, thou bold redresser of grievances, dost doubly stake thy life Thou wilt achieve beneath the peaceful brows Of the household eaves, that never thought to see it, What were done better in the stony eyes Of frowning battlements—and lead along The streets, where children, wives, and matrons tread, Mar's revels, fitter to be acted on Some far renoved, unfrequented waste ;Come now, and while the silken bands of sleep Hold thy unconscious, unoffending victim, Look on, and scan thy plea of conjuration, And see if it be proof.- -Thou canst not do it!

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Already is the ague creeping o'er
Thy flesh, at longer trial of the test
Would shake the weapon from thy hand, tho' clench'd
With thousand oaths ! That I should see her thus !
I must not look on her againnor speak to her-
I'll call her maid to watch by her, and then
I will to bed and sleep-or feign to sleep! [Going.
Licinia. [In her sleep.] Keep him in, mother !

Let him not go forth!
They'll kill my Caius !

C. Grac. [Řeturning.] She is dreaming of me.
Some horrible conceit her fancy frames
To cheat her with.-Had I not better wake her?
For what?-To do in earnest, what I would not
Her fancy did, would do it but in jest.-
O proper kindness!

-Whatsoe'er it was, 'Tis gone !-How calm !-He ne'er hath look'd, on

sleep, That hath not caught it lighted on the lids Of virtue! I must gaze on her no longer! [Going.

Licinįa. (At first in her sleep, then awaking and rushing forward.). O spare him ! Save him! Give

him to his wife ! Strike here! Strike here! [Caius catches her in his arms.]

My Caius ''Twas a dream!
But press me to thy heart.- Speak to me, Caius !
1 know 'tis you-but press me-speak to me!
It was a horrid dream!

C. Grac. Ne'er mind it, love!
Licinia. No more I do. Dreams are but dreams.-

'Tis you!
This is our house--and 'tis our sitting room
We are talking in; and it is night-still night-
That never walk'd her silent round, methinks,
With softer step. List, love !-when we are still,
Nought's stirring.–Why, how pale you look, my Caius !

C. Grac. Do I?
Licinia. Indeed you do-and when you smile,
Methinks you do grow paler.-Don't smile, Caius.
Your smile fits not what it doth cover, and
Is meant to hide, not show.-Gods! husband, what's
The matter?

C. Grac. Sweet, you frighten?d.me just now.
Licinia. Frighten'd you.-

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