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SCENE II.

       SCENE III.

       SCENE IV.

       SCENE V.

       SCENE VI.

       SCENE VII.

       SCENE VIII.

       ACT V.

       SCENE I.

       SCENE II.

       SCENE III.

       SCENE IV.

       SCENE V.

       SCENE VI.

       SCENE VII.

       SCENE VIII.

       SCENE the LAST.

      DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

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      Junius Brutus, Valerius Publicola. Consuls.

      Titus, Son of Brutus.

      Tullia, Daughter of Tarquin.

      Algina, Confidante of Tullia.

      Aruns, Ambassador from Porsenna.

      Messala, Friend of Titus.

      Proculus, A military Tribune.

      Albinus, Confidant of Aruns.

      Senators. Lictors.

      SCENE Rome.

      This tragedy was produced in 1730. It marks Voltaire’s spirit of daring in treating a subject from which Shakespeare shrank as, perhaps, too painful for representation. When revived during the Revolution it was enthusiastically applauded.

      ACT I.

      SCENE I.

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      brutus. the senate.

       The scene represents part of the house appointed for the consuls on the Tarpeian mount: at a distance is seen the temple of the capitol. The senators are assembled between the temple and the house, before the altar of Mars: the two consuls, Brutus and Valerius Publicola preside; the senators ranged in a semicircle, behind them the lictors with their fasces.

      brutus.

       At length, my noble friends, Rome’s honored senate,

       The scourge of tyrants, you who own no kings

       But Numa’s gods, your virtues, and your laws,

       Our foe begins to know us: this proud Tuscan,

       The fierce Porsenna, Tarquin’s boasted friend,

       Pleased to protect a tyrant like himself;

       He who o’er Tiber’s banks hath spread his hosts,

       And borne his head so loftily, now speaks

       In lowlier terms, respects the senate’s power,

       And dreads the sons of freedom and of Rome:

       This day he comes, by his ambassador,

       To treat of peace, and Aruns, sent by him,

       Demands an audience: he attends even now

       Your orders in the temple: you’ll determine

       Or to refuse or to admit him to us.

      valerius publicola.

       Whate’er his errand be, let him be sent

       Back to his king; imperial Rome should never

       Treat with her foes till she has conquered them:

       Thy valiant son, the avenger of his country,

       Has twice repulsed Etruria’s haughty monarch,

       And much we owe to his victorious arm:

       But this is not enough; Rome, still besieged,

       Sees with a jealous eye the tyrant’s friends:

       Let Tarquin yield to our decrees; the laws

       Doomed him to exile; let him leave the realm,

       And purge the state of royal villainy;

       Perhaps we then may listen to his prayers.

       But this new embassy, it seems, has caught

       Your easy faith: can you not see that Tarquin,

       Who could not conquer, thinks he may deceive you.

       I never loved these king’s ambassadors,

       The worst of foes beneath the mask of friendship;

       Who only bear an honorable title,

       And come to cheat us with impunity;

       Armed with state-cunning, or elate with pride,

       Commissioned to insult us, or betray.

       Listen not, Rome, to their deluding tongues;

       Stranger to art, thy business is, to fight;

       Conquer the foes that murmur at thy glory,

       Punish the pride of kings, or fall thyself;

       Such be thy treaties.

      brutus.

       Rome already knows

       How much I prize her safety and her freedom;

       The same my spirit, and the same my purpose,

       I differ in opinion from Valerius;

       And must confess, this first great homage paid

       The citizens of Rome, to me is grateful.

       I would accustom the despotic power

       Of princes on an easy level first

       To treat with our renowned commonweal,

       Till heaven shall crown our arms with victory,

       And make them subjects; then, Publicola,

       As such we’ll use them: meantime, Aruns comes,

       Doubtless to mark the state of Rome, to count

       Her treasures, and observe her growing power,

       And therefore would I have him be admitted;

       Would have him know us fully: a king’s slave

       Shall look on men; the novelty may please him:

       Let him at leisure cast his