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H O R A C E . Tell me Sabina what thy quarrel is, That could deferve fo fharp revenge as this. Or againft thee, what could my honour doe, That thou (houldft it fo cruelly purfue } But be content t’have forc’d it to a Bay, And let mefinifh this important day ; Thou haft o’rc me a ftrangc advantage got, But as thou lov’ft thy Husband triumph not j Gothen, a doubtful Viftory were here unfit, 'Tis fhamc enough to have difpatchcd it. O let me bravely end my daicsat leaft.