For giving fhelter to that worthy Roman ; LUCILIUS. I'll inform you. Our Empire groan'd beneath the Pow'r of CÆSAR ; That none, tho' virtuous, could refolve to act VARIUS. You mean the Death of CESAR. Pray go on. LUCILIUS. At length, a Man of all the World inclin'd VARIUS. After this Character, you need not name him. LUCILIUS, BRUTUS, the Head of all thofe noble Spirits And fells the Tyrant in the very Senate, VARIUS. This Deed of BRUTUS feems the Will of Heav'n. Lu LUCILIU S. And fo accounted for his wondrous Virtue. Ev'n the best Friends of CÆSAR follow'd BRUTUS, Till his foft Nature, and his gen'rous Spirit, VARIUS. That made this fatal Change, as we are told. LUCILIUS. Moft true, in thofe that heard the fam'd Oration. Reafon itself comes over to its fide. Thus ANTONY, foon as his Speech was ended, VARIUS., The Roads from Rome are fill'd by valiant Crowds, Who fly from Safety, to partake our Danger. LUCILIUS. No wonder: fince Virtue has ever fix'd Kind Correfpondence between Rome and Athens. The Youth of Rome, and all whom Rome has con quer'd, Hither repair to learn Philofophy. Chief among thefe, you (Son of famous TULLY) 'And she has own'd your Cause in ample manner, LUCILIU S. Oh Noble Efforts of Republick Spirit! VARIUS. Our ancient Heroes thus grew Gods themselves: To help in neighb'ring Dangers; for it hinders LUCILIUS. Of that, Athenians are almost too jealous : VA VARIUS. Most wifely do they act, nay justly too : SCENE II. Enter DOLABELLA pulling off his Difguife. LUCILIUS. What! DOLABELLA here? DOLABELLA. A Friend to VARIUS, Sent by ANTONIUS in moft fecret manner, Before the Soldier joins in bloody Battle. Who knows but each great Chief may grow more kind, In fight of wondring Armies may embrace, And Rame shall smile at their returning Friends? VARIUS. [Exit LUCILIUS. And can you think that BRUTUS flew great JULIUS, To " To fuffer Tyranny in other Hands? DOLABELLA. Alas, that Tyranny is but a Word, Us'd only by us when we hate our Ruler. Have we not found (you'll pardon me, good VARIUS) VARIUS. What do I hear! Is any Grievance equal DOLABELLA. Yet thefe Expreffions fhew 'tis not mere ruling, To blefs our Times with Plenty, and with Pleasures, Take all the Cares, and leave us all the Joys, VARIUS. Where is Content or Pleafure under Force? The Freedom of Man's Will not Heav'n constrains : Who |