all her beauties into smiles. What could they say? Attilia At. Once more, my dearest father—— —— Reg. Ah, presume not To call me by that name. For know, Attilia, I number thee among the foes of Regulus. Ah, presume not At. What do I hear? thy foe? my father's foe? Reg. His worst of foes—the murd'rer of his glory. At. Ah! is it then a proof of enmity To wish thee all the good the gods can give thee, To yield my life, if needful, for thy service? Reg. Thou rash, imprudent girl! thou little know'st The dignity and weight of public cares. Who made a weak and inexperienc'd woman The arbiter of Regulus's fate? Lic. For pity's sake, my Lord! Reg. Peace, peace, young man! Her silence better than thy language pleads. That bears at least the semblance of repentance. Immortal Powers!——a daughter and a Roman! Peace, peace, young man! —— At. Because I am a daughter, I presum'd—— —— Lic. Because I am a Roman, I aspired T' oppose th' inhuman rigour of thy fate. Reg. No more, Licinius. How can he be call'd A Roman who would live in infamy? Or how can she be Regulus's daughter Whose coward mind wants fortitude and honour? Unhappy children! now you make me feel The burden of my chains: your feeble souls Have made me know I am indeed a slave. Regulus