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With blood ! [The people return slowly and sullenly.
Flac. Remember, 'twas
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
R. and L. slowly.
6. 'Tis not for naught
Flac. You are infusing fear into the crowd.
C. Grac. Nothing is best
Enter LICINIUS, hastily, L. U. E.
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.
[The Citizens return in larger numbers, R. and .. The people throng to you again. 'Twas but The storm dispersed them.
Licin. Gracchus, Caius Gracchus,
Already to the slaughter. Caius, 'tis
Pom. With tears.
C. Grac. Give me your hands. 'Tis done, my friends—'tis past !—I will. [Very low
thunder.] You hear ?
Flac. Muster, friends,
C. Grac. I will meet thee, Flaccus.
" 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!
“ 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,
Cor. I'll not give you
Licinia. Good night. [Exit CORNELIA and LUCIUS.
To night? Most like it is my brother's fault.
[She sits down and reads-grows gradually drow-
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!
Already is the ague creeping o'er
Let him not go forth!
C. Grac. [Řeturning.] She is dreaming of me.
-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!
C. Grac. Ne'er mind it, love!
C. Grac. Do I?
C. Grac. Sweet, you frighten?d.me just now.