If such the city's doom, who can foresee?
O, let him then his painful station hold,
Gen'rous Valeria! from one care reliev'd,
His heaviest care, the thought of leaving thee
The involv'd witness of such horrid things!
VALERIA.
In which he perishes will have for me
Or form or circumstances? It will be
Th' upbreaking crash of all existing things,
That undistinguish'd is, and felt but once.
Othus, thou talk'd like an unskilful sage:
It was not thus thy master bade thee speak.
CONSTANTINE.
I have already safe asylum sought
For the last tender remnant of our race,
That something might from this dire wreck be sav'd,
And shall I not for thee
VALERIA.
But what I am for thee! When that is finish'd—
CONSTANTINE.
Thou still may'st be for me—thou still may'st bear
