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170 When most we love, embracing and embrac'd, The Particle sublime of Bliss, is plac'd In Raptures that we feel the ravish'd Charmer taste. Oriana, notho' certain Death it be, I'll keep my WordI'll die, or set thee free. Haste Lucius, haste, sound loud our Trumpets, call Our Guard to Arms, tho' few, they're Romans all. Now tremble, savage King, a Roman Hand Shall ne'er be bound, that can a Sword command.

As they go off, re-enter Celius hastily, attended as before.

Cel. Not to be found! she must, she shall be found— Disperse our Parties, search our Kingdoms round, Follow Constantius, seize him, torture, kill; Traitor! What Vengeance I can have, I will. Well have thy Gods, O Rome, secur'd thy Peace, Planted behind so many Lands and Seas, Or thou should'st feel me, City, in thy Fall, More dreadful than the Samnite or the Gaul. But to supply and recompence this Want, Hear, O ye Guardians of our Isle, and grant That Wrath may rise, and Strife immortal come Betwixt the Gods of Britain, and of Rome. [Exit. Rh