And strength of paffion; in the paths of glory His hate of kings; Rome pleading for her safety; The fecret poison that enflames his foul: He fighs for Tullia. ARUNS. Ha! for Tullia? MESSALA. Yes: Scarce cou'd I draw the fecret from his breaft; He blush'd himself at the discovery, Afham'd to own his love; for midft the tumult For liberty. ARUNS. Thus on a single heart, And its unequal movements, must depend, Spite of myself, the fate of Rome: but hence, Albinus, and prepare for Tarquin's tent. [Turning to Meffala. We'll to the princess: I have gain'd some knowledge, By By long experience, of the human heart: END of the FIRST ACT. A CT II. SCENE I. The Scene represents an apartment in the palace of the confuls. TITUS, MESSÀLA. MESSALA. No: 'tis unkind; it hurts my tender-friendship: TITUS. Do not reproach me; my whole heart is thine. MESSALA. Thou who fo lately didft with me detest VOL. I. M How How cou'd ambition quench the rising flame, And blot out ev'ry tender sentiment ? Doft thou deteft the hateful fenate more Than thou lov'ft Tullia? TITUS. O! I love with transport, And hate with fury; ever in extreme; MESSALA. But why thus rafhly tear thy bleeding wounds? TITUS. Spite of those inj'ries, spite of all my wrongs, It fhew'd, methought, a nobleness of foul MESSALA. Where is the shame, the folly, or disgrace And Are ambition then, and love, Paffions unworthy of a noble mind? TITUS. Ambition, love, resentment, all poffefs I thought it had been o'er; fhe parted from me, O'er my rebellious paffion: but my race Of Tarquin's race! nay, the ungrateful fair Scorns to accept my conquer'd heart: I'm flighted; Difdain'd on ev'ry fide, and shame o'erwhelms me. MESSALA. May I with freedom speak to thee? TITUS. Thou may'st: Thou know'ft I ever have revered thy prudence; MESSALA. No: I approve thy love, and thy resentment: These fons of arrogance? if thou must blush, TITUS. Why wilt thou flatter my despairing foul? Thou fee'ft the fatal barriers to our love, But |