With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, SYPHA X. How does your tongue grow wanton in her praise! But on my knees I beg you would confider JUBA. Hah! Syphax, is't not she!-fhe moves this way: And with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter. My heart beats thick I pr'ythee Syphax leave me. SYPHA X. Ten thousand curfes faften on 'em both! Now will this woman with a fingle glance Undo, what I've been labouring all this while. [Exit. SCENE V. JUBA, MARCIA, LUCI A. JUBA. Hail, charming maid! how does thy beauty fmooth The face of war, and make even horror fmile! MARCIA. MARCI A. I should be grieved, young Prince, to think myprefence Unbent your thoughts, and flacken'd 'em to arms, While, warm with flaughter, our victorious foe Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field. JUBA. O Marcia, let me hope thy kind concerns The thought will give new vigour to my arm, MARCI A. My prayers and wishes always fhall attend JUBA. That Juba may deferve thy pious cares, MARCI A. My father never at a time like this Would lay out his great foul in words, and waste JUBA. Thy reproofs are just, Thou virtuous maid; I'll haften to my troops, If e'er I lead them to the field, when all And, in the fhock of charging hofts, remember SCENE VI. LUCIA, MARCIA, LUCIA Marcia, you're too fevere: [Exit. How could you chide the young good-natur'd Prince, "Tis therefore, Lucia, that I chide him from me.. His air, his voice, his looks, and honeft foul. I dare not truft myself to hear him talk. LUCIA. Why will you fight against so sweet a paffion, And steel your heart to fuch a world of charms? MARCI A. How, Lucia! would'ft thou have me fink away In pleafing dreams, and lofe myself in love, When When every moment Cato's life's at stake! LUCIA. Why have not I this conftancy of mind, Who have so many griefs to try its force? Sure, nature form'd me of her softest mold, Enfeebled all my foul with tender paffions, And funk me even below my own weak sex: Pity and love, by turns, opprefs my heart. MARCI A. Lucia, difburden all thy cares on me, LUCIA. I need not blush to name them, when I tell thee They're Marcia's brothers, and the fons of Cato. MARCI A. They both behold thee with their fifter's eyes :: LUCIA. Which is it Marcia wifles for ? MARCIA. For neither And yet for both MARCI A. the youths have equal share Marcia, they both are high in my esteem, MARCI A. O Lucia, I'm perplex'd, O tell me which I must hereafter call my happy brother? LUCIA. Suppofe 'twere Portius, could you blame my choice? I hear him with a fecret kind of horror, MARCI A. Alas, poor youth! how can't thou throw him from thee? Lucia, thou know'st not half the love he bears thee? Whene'er he speaks of thee, his heart's in flames, He |