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But hold him up in life, and cheer his soul Destruction stands betwixt us; we must part.
Luc. What wouldst thou have me do? ConsiLuc. No, Portius, no; I see thy sister's tears,
der well Thy father's anguish, and thy brother's death, The train of ills our love would draw behind it. In the pursuit of our ill-fated loves :
Think, Portius, think thou seest thy dying brother And, Portius, here I swear, to Heaven I swear, Stabbed at his heart, and all besmeared with To Heaven and all the powers that judge man
Storming at Heaven and thee! Thy awful sire Never to mix my plighted hands with thine, Sternly demands the cause, the accursed cause, While such a cloud of mischief hangs upon us ! That robs him of his son: poor Marcia trembles, But to forget our loves, and drive thee out Then tears her hair, and, frantic in her griefs, From all my thoughts as far--as I am able. Calls out on Lucia. What could Lucia answer, Por. What hast thou said ! I'm thunderstruck Or how stand up in such a scene of sorrow? -recal!
Por. To my confusion, and eternal griet, Those hasty words, or I am lost for ever. I must approve the sentence that destroys me.
Luc. Has not the vow already passed my lips? The mist, that hung upon my mind, clears up; The gods have heard it, and 'tis sealed in Heaven. And now, athwart the terrors that thy vow May all the vengeance, that was ever poured Has planted round thee, thou appear'st more fair, On perjured heads, o'erwhelin me, if I break it! More amiable, and risest in thy charms.
Por. Fixed in astonishment, I gaze upon thee, Loveliest of women! Heaven is in thy soul; Like one just blasted by a stroke from Heaven, Beauty and virtue shine for ever round thee, Who pants for breath, and stiffens, yet alive, Brightening each other: thou art all divine. In dreadful looks; a monument of wrath! Luc. Portius, no more; thy words shoot through
Luc. At length I've acted my severest part ; I feel the woman breaking in upon me,
Melt my resolves, and turn me all to love. And melt about my heart; my tears will flow. Why are those tears of fondness in thy eyes? But, oh, I'll think no more! the hand of fate Why heaves thy heart? Why swells thy soul with Has torn thee from me, and I must forget thee.
sorrow? Por. Ilard-hearted, cruel maid !
It softens me too much-farewell, my Portius; Luc. Oh, stop those sounds,
Farewell, though death is in the word—for ever. Those killing sounds! Why dost thou frown upon Por. Stay, Lucia, stay? What dost thou say? me?
For ever? My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, Luc. Have I not sworn? If, Portius, thy sucAnd life itself goes out at thy displeasure. The gods forbid us to indulge our loves ;
Must throw thy brother on his fate, farewellBut, oh! I cannot bear thy hate, and live. Oh, how shall I repeat the word! for ever. Por. Talk not of love, thou never knew'st its Por. Thus o'er the dying lamp the unsteady force.
flame I've been deluded, led into a dream
Hangs quivering on a point, leaps off by fits, Of fancied bliss. Oh, Lucia, cruel maid! And falls again, as loth to quit its hold. Thy dreadful vow, loaden with death, still sounds --Thou must not go, my soul still hovers o'er thee, In my stunned ears. What shall I say or do? And can't get loosc. Quick let us part! Perdition's in thy presence,
Luc. If the firm Portius shake And horror dwells about thee! Ha? 'she faints ! | To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers! Wretch that I am, what has my rashness done! Por. 'Tis true, unruffled and serene, I've met Lucia, thou injured innocence! thou best The coinmon accidents of life; but here And loveliest of thy sex! awake, my Lucia, Such an unlooked-for stornı of ills falls on me, Or Portius rushes on his sword to join thee. It beats down all my strength. I cannot bear it. -Iler imprecations reach not to the tomb, We must not part. They shut not out society in death
Luc. What dost thou say? Not part ! But ah! she moves, life wanders пр
and down Ilast thou forgot the vow that I have made? Through all her face, and lights up every charm. Are there not heavens, and gods, that thunder Luc. Oh, Portius, was this well--to frown on
o'er us? her
-But see, thy brother Marcus bends this way: That lives upon thy smiles ? To call in doubt I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell
, The faith of one expiring at thy feet,
Farewell! and know thou wrong'st me, if thou That loves thee more than ever woman loved ?
think'st - What do I say? My half-recovered sense Ever was love, or ever grief like mine. Forgets the vow in which my soul was bound.
One of the number, that whate'er arrive,
My friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe. Marc. Portius, what hopes? How stands she?
[Erit. Am I doomed
1 Lead. We are all safe, Sempronius is our To life or death?
friend. Por. What wouldst thou have me say? Sempronins is as brave a man as Cato. Marc. What means this pensive posture? Thou But hark! he enters. Bear up boldly to him: appearest
Be sure you beat him down, and bind him fast. Like one amazed and terrified.
This day will end our toils, and give is rest: Por. I've reason.
Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend. Marc. Thy down-cast looks, and thy disordered thoughts,
Re-enter SEMPRONIUS, with Caro, Lucius, PorTell me my fate. I ask not the success
TIUS, and MARCUS. My cause has found.
Cato. Where are those bold intrepid sons of Por. I'm grieved I undertook it.
war, Marc. What? does the barbarous maid insult That greatly turn their backs upon their foe,
And to their general send a brave defiance? My aching heart, and triunıph in my pains? Sem. Curse on their dastard souls, they stand That I could cast her from my thoughts for ever! astonished!
[ Aside. Por. Away, you're too suspicious in your grief's; Cato. Perfidious men! And will you thus disLucia, though sworn never to think of love,
honour Compassionates your pains, and pities yon. Your past exploits, and sully all your wars? Murc. Compassionates my pains, and pities Do you confess 'twas not a zeal for Roine,
Nor love of liberty, nor thirst of honour, What is compassion, when 'tis void of love? Drew you thus far; but hopes to share the spoil Fool that I was to chuse so cold a friend Of conquered towns, and plundered provinces ? To urge my cause !-Compassionates my pains ! Fired with such motives, you do well to join Prithee, what art, what rhetoric didst thou use With Cato's foes, and follow Cæsar's banners. To gain this mighty boon?-She pities me! Why did I 'scape the envenomed aspic's, rage, To one that asks the warm returns of love, And all the fiery monsters of the desert, Compassion's cruelty, 'tis scorn, 'tis death- To see this day? Why could not Cato fall Por. Marcus, no more; have I deserved this Without your guilt? Behold, ungrateful men, treatment?
Bebold my bosom naked to yonr swords, Marc. What have I said! Oh, Portius, oh for- And let the man that's injured strike the blow. give me!
Which of you all suspects that he is wronged ? A soul, exasperated in ills, falls out
Or thinks he suffers greater ills than Cato? With every thing, its friend, itself-but, hah! Am I distinguished from you but by toils, What means that shout, big with the sounds of Superior toils, and heavier weight of cares? war?
Painful pre-eminence ! What new alarm?
Sem. By Ileavens they droop! Por. A second, louder yet,
Confusion to the villains! all is lost! [ Aside. Swells in the wind, and comes more full upon us. Cato. Have you forgotten Lybia’s burning waste, Marc. Oh, for soine glorious cause to fall in Its barren rocks, parched earth, and hills of sand, battle!
Its tainted air, and all its broods of poison? Lucia, thou hast undone me; thy disdain Who was the first to explore the untrodden path, Has broke my heart: 'tis death must give me ease. When life was hazarded in every step? Por. Quick, let us hence. Who knows if Ca- Or, fainting in the long laborious march, to's life
When, on the banks of an unlooked for stream, Stands sure? Oh, Marcus, I am warmed, my You sunk the river with repeated dranghts, heart
Who was the last of all your host that thirsted? Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for glory. Sem. If some penurious source by chance ap
Scanty of waters, when you scooped it dry, Enter Sempronius, with the Leaders of the And offered the full helmet up to Cato, mutiny.
Did he not dash the untasted moisture from him? Sem. At length the winds are raised, the storm Did he not lead you through the mid-day sun, blows high;
And clouds of dust? Did not his temples glow Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up In the same sultry winds, and scorching heats? In its full fury, and direct it right,
Cato. Hence, worthless men! hence! and comTill it has spent itself on Cato's head.
plain to Cæsar, Mean-while I'll herd amonyst his friends, and you could not undervo the toil of war,
Vor bear the hardships that your leader bore.
Luc. See, Cato, see the unhappy men; they To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, weep!
They're thrown neglected by: but if it fails, Fear and remorse, and sorrow for their crime, They are sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. Appear in every look, and plead for mercy. Here, take these factious monsters, drag them Cato. Learn to be honest men, give up your
To sudden death! And pardon shall descend to all the rest.
1 Lead. Nay, since it comes to this Sem. Cato, commit these wretches to my care: Sem. Dispatch them quick, but first pluck out First let them each be broken on the rack, Then, with what life remains, impaled, and left Lest, with their dying breath, they sow sedition. To writhe at leisure round the bloody stake;
[Exeunt guards, with their leaders. There let them hang, and taint the southern wind. The partners of their crime will learn obedience,
Enter SYPHAX. When they look up, and see their fellow-traitors Syph. Our first design, my friend, has proved Stuck on a fork, and blackening in the sun.
abortive : Luc. Sempronius, why, why wilt thou urge the Still there remains an after-game to play. fate
My troops are mounted; their Numidian steeds Of wretched men?
Snuff the wind, and long to scour the desert : Sem. How! wouldst thou clear rebellion? Let but Sempronius bead us in our flight, Lucius 'good man) pities the poor offenders, We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his That would imbrue their hands in Cato's blood !
guard, Cato. Forbear, Sempronius !-sce they suffer And hew down all that would oppose our passage. death,
A day will bring us into Cæsar's camp: But, in their deaths, remember they are men; Scm. Contusion! I have failed of half my purStrain not the laws to make their tortures grie
Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind ! Lucius, the base degenerate age requires
Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's Severity, and justice in its rigour :
slave? This awes an impious, bold, offending world, Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the Commands obedience, and gives force to laws.
soft When, by just vengeance, guilty mortals perish, Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love. The gods behold the punishment with pleasure, Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty maid, And lay the uplifted thunderbolt aside. And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion :
Sem. Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure. When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off.
Cato. Mean-while we'll sacrifice to Liberty. Syph. Well said ! that's spoken like thyself, Remember, O my friends! the laws, the rights, Sempronius. The generous plan of power delivered down What binders, then, but that thou find her out, From
age to age, by your renowned forefathers And hurry her away by manly force? (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood): Sem. But how to gain admission ? For access Oh, let it never perish in your hands !
Is given to none but Juba, and her brothers. But piously transmit it to your children.
Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's Do thou, great Liberty, inspire our souls,
guards; And make our lives, in thy possession, happy, The doors will open when Numidia's prince Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence. Seems to appear before the slaves that watch
(Ereunt Cato, &c. them. 1 Lead. Sempronius, you have acted like. your- Sem. Heavens, what a thought is there! Marself.
cia’s my own! One would have thought you had been half in low will my bosom swell with anxious joy,
When I behold her struggling in my arms, Sem. Villain, stand off, base, grovelling, worth With glowing beauty, and disordei ed charms, less wretches,
While fear and anger, with alternate grace, Mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors! Pant in her breast, and vary in her face! 2 Leud. Nay, now you carry it too far, Sem- i So Pluto seized of Proserpine, conveyed pronius;
To hell's tremendous gloom the affrighted maid ; Throw off the mask; there are none here but! There grimly smiled, pleased with the beauteous friends.
prize, Sem. K now, villains, when such paltry slaves, Nor envied Jove his sunshine and his skies. presume
He must be murdered, and a passage cut
Through those his guards-Ha! dastards, do Enter Lucia and MARCIA.
you tremble; Luc: Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy Or act like men, or by yon azure heaven
soul, If thou believest 'tis possible for woman
Enter JUBA. To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers?
Juba. What do I see? Who's this, that dares Mar. Oh, Lucia, Lucia, might my big swoln usurp heart,
The guards and habit of Numidia's prince? Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow,
Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arroMarcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace
gance, With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear. Presumptuous youth! Luc. I know thou art dooned alike to be be- Juba. What can this mean? Sempronius ! loved
Sem. My sword shall answer thee. Have at By Juba, and thy father's friend, Sempronius :
thy heart! But which of these has power to charın like Por- Juba. Nay, then, beware thy own, proud, bartius!
barous man. Mar. Still I must beg thee not to name Sem
(Sem. falls. His guards surrender. pronius;
Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doomed Lucia, I like not that loud boisterous man;
to fall Juba, to all the bravery of a hero,
By a boy's hand, disfigured in a vile Adds softest love, and more than female sweet- Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? ness;
Gods, I'm distracted! This my close of life! Juba might make the proudest of our sex, Oh! for a peal of thunder, that would make Any of woman kind, but Marcia, happy. Earth, sea, and air, and heaven, and Cato, tremble! Luc. And why not Marcia? Come, you strive
Dies. in vain
Juba. With what a spring his furious soul To hide your thoughts from one who knows too broke loose, well
And left the limbs still quivering on the ground! The inward glowings of a heart in love.
Hence let us carry off those slaves to Cato, Mar. While Cato lives, his daughter has no That we may there at length unravel all right
This dark design, this mystery of fate. To love or hate, but as his choice directs.
[Exit Juba, with prisoners, 8c. Luc. But should this father give you to Sempronius ?
Enter Lucia and Marcia. Mar. I dare not think he will: but if he should Luc. Sure 'twas the clash of swords: my trouWhy wilt thou add, to all the griets I suffer,
bled heart Imaginary ills, and fancied tortures?
Is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows, I hear the sound of feet! They march this way: It throbs with fear, and aches at every sound. Let us retire, and try if we can drown
Oh, Marcia, should thy brothers, for my sake!Each softer thought in sense of present danger : I die away with horror at the thought. When love once pleads admission to our hearts, Mlar. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's In spite of all the virtues we can boast,
blood and murder ! The woman, that deliberates, is lost. [Ereunt. Ha! a Numidian! Heaven preserve the prince !
The face lies muffled
within the garment, Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with
But, ha! death to my sight! a diadem,
And royal robes! O gods ! 'tis be, 'tis he! Sem. The deer is lodged, I've tracked her to Juba, the loveliest youth that ever warmed her covert.
A virgin's heart, Juba lies dead before us! Be sure you mind the word, and, when I give it, Luc. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy assistRush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind!
-How will the young Numidian rave to see Thou can’st not put it to a greater trial. Ilis mistress lost ! If ought could glad my soul, Mar. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my Beyond the enjoyment of so bright a prize,
patience; 'Twould be to torture that young, gay barbarian. Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, – But hark! what noise ! Death to my hopes! To rend my heart with grief, and run distracted ! 'tis he,
Luc. What can I think or say to give thee 'Tis Juba's self! there is but one way left
Mar. Talk not of comfort ! 'tis for lighter ills: I found thee weeping, and confess this once, Behold a sight that strikes all comfort dead ! Am rapt with joy to see my Marcia's tears. Enter Juba listening.
Mar. I've been surprised in an unguarded hour,
But must not now go back; the love, that lay I will indulge my sorrows, and give way Half sınothered in my breast, has broke through To all the pangs and fury of despair;
all That man, that best of men, deserved it from me. Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre. Juba. What do I hear? And was the false I cannot, If I would, conceal it from thee. Sempronius
Juba. I'm lost in ecstacy! and dost thou love, That best of men? Oh, had I fallen like him, Thou charming maid?And conld have been thus mourned, I had been Mur. And dost thou live to ask it? happy.
Juba. This, this is life indeed! life worth preLuc. Here will I stand, companion in thy woes, serving, And help thee with my tears; when I behold Such life as Juba never felt 'till now! A loss like thine, I halt forget my own.
Mar. Believe me, prince, before I thought Mur. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortured breast;
thee dead, This empty world, to me a joyless desert, I did not know myself how much I loved thee. Has nothing left to make poor Marcia happy. Juba. Oh, fortunate mistake! Juba. I'ın on the rack! Was he so near her Alar. O happy Marcia! heart?
Juba. My joy, my best beloved, my only wish! Mar. Oh, he was all made up of love and How shall I speak the transport of my soul! charms !
Mlar. Lucia, thy arin. Oh, let me rest upon Whatever maid could wish, or man admire :
it! Delight of every eye; when he appeared, The vital blood, that had forsook my heart, A secret pleasure gladdened all that saw him; Returns again in such tumultuous tides, But when he talked, the proudest Roman blush- It qnite o'ercomes me. Lead to my apartmented
Oh, prince! I blush to think what I have said, To hear his virtues, and old age grew worse. But fate has wrested the confession from me; Juba. I shall run mad
prosper in the paths of honour. Mar. Oh, Juba ! Juba! Juba !
Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, Juba. What means that voice? Did she not And make the gods propitious to our love. call on Juba ?
[Ereunt Mar, and Luc. Mar. Why do I think on what he was ! he's Juba. I am so blest, I fear 'tis all a dream. dead!
Fortune, thou now hast made amends for all He's dead, and never knew how much I loved Thy past unkindness: I absolve my stars. him.
What though Numidia add her conquered towns Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart, And provinces to swell the victor's triumph, Amidst its agonies, remembered Marcia,
Juba will never at his fate repine:
[Esti. Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba ! Juba. Where am I? Do I live? or am indeed
A march at a distance.--Enter Cato and What Marcia thinks? All is Elysium round me !
LUCIUS. Mar. Ye dear remains of the most loved of Luc. I stand astonished ! What, the bold men,
Sempronius, Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid
That still broke foremost through the crowd of A last embrace, while thus
patriots, Juba. See, Marcia, see,
As with a hurricane of zeal transported, [Throwing himself before her. | And virtuous even to madnessThe happy Juba lives! He lives to catch
Cato. Trust me, Lucius, That dear embrace, and to return it too Our civil discords have produced such crimes, With mutual warmth and cagerness of love. Such monstrous crimes! I am surprised at noMar. With pleasure and amaze I stand tran
-Oh, Lucius, I am sick of this bad world! Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once! The day-light and the sun grow painful to me. If thou art Juba, who lies there?
But see where Portius comes : what means this The tale is long, nor have I heard it out: