[Porphyrius kneels, and takes Valeria's hand.
Por. For thy dear sake, I vow, each week I live, One day to fasting and just grief I'll give: And what hard fate did to thy life deny, My gratitude shall pay thy memory.
Cent. Meantime to you belongs the imperial power: We, with one voice, salute you emperor.
Sold. Long life, Porphyrius, emperor of the Romans!
Por. Too much, my countrymen; your love you shew, That you have thought me worthy to be so; But, to requite that love, I must take care, Not to engage you in a civil war. Two emperors at Rome the senate chose, And whom they chuse, no Roman should oppose. In peace or war, let monarchs hope or fear; All my ambition shall be bounded here. [Kissing Berenice's hand.
Ber. I have too lately been a prince's wife, And fear the unlucky omen of the life. Like a rich vessel, beat by storms to shore, 'Twere madness should I venture out once more. Of glorious trouble I will take no part, And in no empire reign, but of your heart.
Por. Let to the winds your golden eagles fly; [To the Soldiers.
Your trumpets sound a bloodless victory: Our arms no more let Aquileia fear, But to her gates our peaceful ensigns bear; While I mix cypress with my myrtle wreath,— Joy for your life, and mourn Valeria's death. [Exeunt.