ABSTRACT
Old H O R A C E . Your grief Sabina cafie help endures, Since our affliflions are no longer yoursi Heaven in our Sorrows yet excufing you, Hath fav’d your Husband, and your Brothers too : W e are betray’d, but they have overcome, And ’tis your Country hath fubje&ed Rome; And in the luftre o f your Brothers fame, Y ou lofe the fight o f all our lofs and ftiame : But your concern for this unworthy Man fhall give You quickly caufe as well as us to grieve-, Your tears for him will no proteäion prove, For here I fwear by all the powers above, Thefe very hands, e’re night invade the day, Shall in his Blood wafh Romes difgracc away. Exit.
