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S A B I N A . No Brother, no, I only viftt you T o give you my embrace and laft adieu ; Your blood's too good, nor need you apprehend From me whatcan your great refolves offend *, I f either were by this brave fhock o’rethrown, He that firft yielded, I fhould firft difown. But may not I one favour beg o f you, Worthy this Brother, and this Husband too ? I wifh your quarrel might lefs impious grow, And would refine the glory o f the blow.