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Or to produce thy thrall, or, therein failing, To give my life for his; and here I stand. Ethocles, by a higher power than thine, Is yet reserved for great and blessed ends. Take thou the forfeit; I have kept my oath.

I am amazed beyond the power of utt'rance! Grows it to such a pitch that Rome's brave captains Are by this wizard sorcery so charm'd? Then it is time, good sooth! that sweeping vengeance Should rid the earth of every tainted thing Which that curst sect hath touch'd. Cordenius Maro, Thou who hast fought our battles, graced our state, And borne a noble Roman's honour'd name, What, O what power could tempt thee to this shame?

I have been tempted by that mighty Power, Who gave to Rome her greatness, to the earth Form and existence; yea, and to the soul Of living, active man, sense and perception: But not to shame, O Cæsar! not to shame!

What, hast thou not become a Nazarene, As now I apprehended? Say, thou hast not;