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Syph. 'Tis pride, rank pride, and hanghtiness Syph. Believe me, prince, though hard to con-
of soul;

quer love,
I think the Romans call it stoicism.

'Tis easy to divert and break its force.
Had not your royal father thought so highly Absence might cure it, or a second mistress
Of Roman virtue, and of Cato's cause,

Light up another flame, and put out this.
He had not fallen by a slave's hand inglorious; The glowing dames of Zama's royal court
Nor would his slaughtered army now have lain Have faces flushed with more exalted charms;
On Afric's sands disfigured with their wounds, The sun, that rolls his chariot o'er their heads,
To gorge the wolves and vultures of Numidia. Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks;

Juba. Why dost thou call my sorrows up afresh? Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon for-
My father's name brings tears into my eyes.

Syph. Oh, that you'd profit by your father's The pale unripened beauties of the north.
ills !

Juba. 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion,
Juba. What wouldst thou have mc do? The tincture of a skin, that I admire:
Syph. Abandon Cato.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Juba, Syphax, I should be more than twice an Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex:
By such a loss.

True, she is fair, (oh, how divinely fair!)
Syph. Aye, there's the tie that binds you! But still the lovely maid improves her charms
You long to call him father. Marcia's charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom,
Work in your heart unseen, and plead for Cato. And sanctity of manners; Cato's soul
No wonder you are deaf to all I say.

Shines out in every thing she acts or speaks,
Juba. Syphax, your zeal becomes importunate; While winning mildness and attractive smiles
I've hitherto permitted it to rave,

Dwell in her looks, and, with becoming grace,
And talk at large; but learn to keep it in, Soften the rigour of her father's virtue.
Lest it should take more freedom than I'll give it. Syph. How does your tongue grow wanton in
Syph. Sir, your great father never used me

her praise !

But on my knees I beg you would considerAlas, he's dead! but can you e'er forget

Juba. Ha! Syphax, is't not she? She moves 5: The tender sorrows, and the pangs of nature,

The fond embraces, and repeated blessings, And with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter.
Which you drew from him in your last fare My heart beats thick-I prithee, Syphax, leave

Stil must I cherish the dear, sad remembrance, Syph. Ten thousand curses fasten on them both!
At once to torture and to please my soul. Now will the woman, with a single glance,
The good old king at parting wrung my hand, Undo what I've been labouring all this while.
(His eyes brim-full of tears) then sighing, cried,

Pr’ythee be careful of my son! His grief
Swelled up so high, he could not utter more.

Enter MARCIA and Lucia.
Juba. Alas! thy story melts away my soul. Juba. Hail, charming maid! How does thy
That best of fathers ! how shall I discharge

beauty smooth
The gratitude and duty which I owe him! The face of war, and make even horror smile!

Syph. By laying up his counsels in your heart. At sight of thee my heart shakes off its sorrows;
Juba. His counsels bade me yield to thy di- I feel a dawn of joy break in upon me,
rections :

And for a while forget the approach of Cæsar.
Then, Syphax, chide me in severest terms; Mar. I should be grieved, young prince, to
Vent all thy passion, and I'll stand its shock,

think my presence Calm and unruffled as a summer sea,

Unbent your thoughts, and slackened them to
When not a breath of wind flies o'er its surface.

Syph. Alas ! my prince, I'd guide thee to your While, warm with slaughter, our victorious foe

Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field.
Juba. I do believe thou wouldst; but tell me Juba. Oh, Marcia, let me hope thy kind con-

Syph. Fly from the fate that follows Cæsar's And gentle wishes follow me to battle !
foes !

The thought will give new vigour to my arm,
Juba. My father scorned to do it.

Add strength and weight to my descending sword, Syph. And therefore died.

And drive it in a tempest on the foe. Juba, Better to die ten thousand thousand Mur. My prayers and wishes always shall atdeaths,

tend Than wound my honour.

The friends of Rome, the glorious cause of virtue, Syph. Rather say, your love.

And men approved of by the gods and Cato. Jubu. Syphax, I've promised to preserve my Juba. That Juba may deserve thy pious cares, temper.

I'll gaze for ever on thy god-like father,
Why wilt thon urge me to confess a flame, Transplanting, one by one, into my life,
J Jong have stifled, and would fain conceal? His bright perfections, 'till I shine like him.



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from me.

Mar. My father never, at a time like this, Thou know'st it is a blind and foolish passion, Would lay out his great soul in words, and waste Pleased and disgusted with it knows not whatSuch precious moments.

Mar. Oh, Lucia, I'm perplexed! Oh, tell ne Juba. Thy reproofs are just,

which Thou virtuous maid ! I'll hasten to my troops, I must hereafter call my happy brother? And fire their languid souls with Cato's virtue. Luc. Suppose 'twere Portius, could you blame If e'er I lead them to the field, when all The war shall stand, ranged in its just array, -Oh, Portius, thou hast stolen away my soul! And dreadful pomp, then will I think on thee! With what a graceful tenderness he loves! Oh, lovely maid ! then will I think on thee; And breathes the softest, the sincerest rows! And, in the shock of charging hosts, remember Complacency, and truth, and manly sweetness, What glorious deeds should grace the man, who Dwell ever on his tongue, and smooth bis. hopes

thoughts. Por Marcia's love.

(Exit JUBA. Marcus is over-warm, his fond complaints Luc. Marcia, you're too severe;

Have so much earnestness and passion in them, Ilow could you chide the young good-natured I hear him with a secret kind of horror, prince,

And tremble at his vehemence of temper. And drive him from you with so stern an air? Mar. Alas, poor youth! how canst thou throw A prince, that loves and doats on you to death?

him from thee? Mar. 'Tis therefore, Lucia, that I chid him Lucia, thou know'st not half the love he beano

thee; Ilis air, his voice, his looks, and honest soul, Whene'er he speaks of thee, his heart's in flames, Speak all so movingly in his behalf,

He sends out all his soul in every word, I dare not trust myself to hear him talk. And thinks, and talks, and looks like one trans Luc. Why will you fight against so sweet a

ported. passion,

Unhappy youth! How will thy coldness raise And steel your heart to such a world of charms? Tempests and storms in his afflicted bosom ! Mur. How, Lucia! wouldst thou have me sink I dread the consequence. away

Luc. You seem to plead In pleasing dreams, and lose myself in love, Against your brother Portius. When every moment Cato's life's at stake? Mur. Heaven forbid ! Cæsar comes armed with terror and revenge, Had Portius been the unsuccessful lover, And aims his thunder at my father's head. The same compassion would have fa'ien on him, Should not the sad occasion swallow up

Luc. Was ever virgin love distrest like mine! My other cares, and draw them all into it? Portius himself oft falls in tears before me,

Luc. Why have not I this constancy of mind, As if he mourned his rival's ill success, Who have so many griefs to try its force! Then bids me hide the motions of my heart, Sure, nature formed me of her softest mould, Nor shew which way it turns. So much he fears Enfeebled all my soul with tender passions, The sad effects that it will have on Marcus And sunk me even below my own weak sex: Mar. He knows too well how easily he is fired

! Pity and love, by turns, oppress my heart. And would not plunge his brother in despair, Mur. Lucia, disburthen all thy cares on me, But waits for happier times, and kinder moments

. And let me share thy most retired distress. Luc. Alas! too late I find myself involveu Tell me who raises up this conflict in thee? In endless griefs and labyrinths of woe, Luc. I need not blush to name them, when I Born to afflict my Marcia's family, tell thee,

And sow dissention in the hearts of brothers They're Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato. Tormenting thought! It cuts into my soul. Dlar. They both behold thee with their sis- Mar. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrow,

But to the gods submit the event of things And often have revealed their passion to me. Our lives, discoloured with our present woes, But tell me, whose address thou favour'st most? May still grow bright, and smile with happier I long to know, and yet I dread to hear it.

hours. Luc. Which is it Marcia wishes for?

So the pure limpid stream, when foul with Alar. For neither

stains And yet for both— The youths have cqual share Of rushing torrents, and descending rains, In Marcia's wishes, and divide their sister : Works itself clear, and, as it runs, refines, But tell me which of them is Lucia's choice? 'Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines,

Luc. Marcia, they both are high in my esteem, Reflects each flower that on the border grows, But in my love Why wilt thou make me name And a new heaven in its fair bosom shows. him!


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True fortitude is seen in great exploits,
The Senate. Lucius, SEMPRONIUS, and Sena- That justice warrants, and that wisdom guidles;

All else is towering frenzy and distraction.
Sem. Rome still survives in this assembled sc- Are not the lives of those, who draw the sword

In Rome's defence, entrusted to our care?
Let iis remember we are Cato's friends,

Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter,
And act like men who claim that glorious title. Might not the impartial world with reason say,

Luc. Cato will soon be here, and open to us We lavished at our deaths the blood of thousands,
The occasion of our meeting. Hark! he comes ! To grace our fall, and make our ruin glorious ? -

[ A sound of trumpets. Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion.
May all the guardian gods of Rome direct him ! Luc. My thoughts, I must confess, are turned

on peace.
Enter CATO.

Already have our quarrels filled the world
Cato. Fathers, we once again arc met in coun- With widows, and with orphans: Scythia mourns

Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions
Cæsar's approach has summoned us together, Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of Rome:
And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. 'Tis time to sheath the sword and spare man
How shall we treat this bold aspiring man?

Success still follows him, and backs his crimes; It is not Cæsar, but the gods, my fathers,
Marsalia gave him Rome, Egypt has since The gods declare against us, and repel
Received his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cæsar's. Our vain attempts. To urge the foe to battle,
Why should I mention Juba's overthrow, (Prompted by blind revenge and wild despair)
And Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands Were to refuse the awards of Providence,
Still smoke with blood. "Tis time we should de- | And not to rest in Heaven's determination.

Already have we shewn our love to Rome,
What course to take. Our foe advances on us, Now let us shew submission to the gods.
And envies us even Lybia's sultry desarts. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves,
Fathers, pronounce your thoughts : are they still But free the commonwealth: when this end fails,

Arms have no further use. Our country's cause,
To hold it out and fight it to the last?

That drew our swords, now wrests them from
Or are your hearts subdued at length, and

our hands,

And bids us not delight in Roman blood
By time, and ill success, to a submission ? Unprofitably shed. What men could do,
Sempronius, speak.

Is done already: heaven and earth will witness,
Sem. My voice is still for war.

If Rome must fall, that we are innocent.
Gods! can a Roman senate long debate

Sem. This smooth discourse, and mild beha-
Which of the two to choose, slavery or death!

viour, oft
No; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, Conceal a traitor-something whispers me
And, at the head of our remaining troops, All is not right-Cato, beware of Lucins.
Attack the foe, break through the thick array
Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon Cato. Let us appear nor rash nor dittident,

Immoderate valour swells into a fault;
Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, And fear, admitted into public councils,
May reach his heart, and free the world from Betrays like treason. Let us shun them both.

Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs
Rise, fathers, rise! 'Tis Rome demands your help : Are grown thu; desperate : we have bulwarks
Rise, and revenge your slaughtered citizens,

round us ;
Or share their fate! The corpse of half her se- Within our walls are troops inured to toil

In Ifric's heat, and seasoned to the sun;
Manure the fields of Thessaly, while we Numidia's spacious kingdom ties behind us,
Sit here deliberating in cold debates,

Ready to rise at its young prince's call.
If we should sacrifice our lives to honour, While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ;
Or wear them out in servitude and chains. But wait at least iill Cæsar's near approach
Rouse up, for shame! our brothers of Pharsalia Force us to yield. 'Twill never be too late
Point at their wounds, and cry aloud-To battle! | To sue for chains, and own a conqueror.
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are Why should Rome fall a moment ere her tine?

No, let us draw her term of freedoin out
And Scipio's ghost walks unrevenged among us. In its full length, and spin it to the last ;

Cato. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal So shall we gain still one day's liberty :
Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment,

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A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty,

Myself will mount the rostrum in his favour, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

And strive to gain his pardon from the people.
Dec. A style like this becomes a conqueror

. Enter MARCUS.

Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a Romas. Marc. Fathers, this moment, as I watched the Dec. What is a Roman, that is Cæsar's foe? gate,

Cato. Greater than Cæsar : he's a friend to Lodged on my post, a herald is arrived

virtue. From Cæsar's camp, and with him comes old Dec. Consider, Cato, you're in Utica, Decius,

And at the head of your own little senate; The Roman knight; he carries in his looks You don't now thunder in the capital, Impatience, and demands to speak with Cato. With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. By your permission, fathers-bid him Cato. Let him consider that, who drives a enter.

(Exit MARCUS. hither. Decius was once my friend, but other prospects 'Tis Cæsar's sword has made Rome's senate little, Have loosed those ties, and bound him fast to And thinned its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled ege Cæsar.

Beholds this man in a false glaring light, His message may determine our resolves. Which conquest and success have thrown upon

him; Enter Decius.

Did'st thou but view him right, thou’dst see him Dec. Cæsar sends health to Caton

black Cato. Could he send it

With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes, To Cato's slaughtered friends, it would be wel- That strike my soul with horror but to name them,

I know thou look’st on me as on a wretch Are not your orders with the senate ?

Beset with ills, and covered with misfortunes ; Dec. My business is with Cato; Cæsar sees But, by the gods I swear, millions of worlds The straits to which you're driven; and, as he should never buy me to be like that Cæsar

. knows

Dec. Does Cato send this answer back to Cæsar, Cato's high worth, is anxious for your life. For all his generous cares and proffered friend.

Cato. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. Would he save Cato, bid him spare his country.

Cato. His cares for me are insolent and vain. Tell your dictator this; and tell him, Cato Presumptuous man ! the gods take care of Cato: Disdains a life which he has power to offer,

Would Cæsar shew the greatness of his soul, Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Cæsar; Bid him employ his care for these my friends, Her generals and her consuls are no more,

And make good use of his ill-gotten power, Who checked his conquests, and denied his tri- By sheltering men much better than himself

. umphs.

Dec. Your high unconquered heart makes you Why will not Cato be this Cæsar's friend?

forget Cato. These very reasons thou hast urged for- You are a man. You rush on your destruction. bid it.

But I have done. When I relate hereafter Dec. Cato, l've orders to expostulate,

The tale of this unhappy embassy, And reason with you, as from friend to friend:

All Rome will be in tears.

(Exit Decius. Think on the storm that gathers o'er your head, Sem. Cato, we thank thee. And threatens every hour to burst upon it ; The mighty genius of immortal Rome Still may you stand high in your country's ho- Speaks in thy voice; thy soul breathes liberty, nours ; Cæsar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st

, Do but comply, and make your peace with Cæsar, And shudder in the midst of all his conquests. Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato,

Luc. The senate owns its gratitude to Cato, As on the second of mankind.

Who with so great a soul consults its safety, Cato. No more:

And guards our lives while he neglects his own. I must not think of life on such conditions. Sem. Sempronius gives no thanks on this acDec. Cæsar is well acquainted with your vir- Lucius seems fond of life ; but what is life?

tues, And therefore sets this value on your life. ,'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, From time to time, or gaze upon the sun; And name your terms.

'Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Cato. Bid him disband his legions,

Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. Restore the commonwealth to liberty,


could my dying hand but lodge a sword Submit his actions to the public censure,

In Cæsar's bosom, and revenge my country, And stand the judgment of a Roman senate.

By Heavens I could enjoy the pangs of death, Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend.

and smile in agony ! Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your wis

Luc. Others, perhaps, dom

May serve their country with as warm a zeal, Cato. Nay, more; though Cato's voice was ne'er Though 'tis not kindled into so much rage. employed

Sem. This sober conduct is a mighty virtue To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes,

In lukewarm patriots.

Cato. Come; no more, Sempronius :

Did they know Cato, our remotest kings All here are friends to Rome, and to each other. Would pour embattled multitudes about him; Let us not weaken still the weaker side

Their swarthy hosts would darken all our plains, By our divisions.

Doubling the native horrors of the war,
Sem. Cato, my resentments

And making death more grim.
Are sacrificed to Rome, I stand reproved.

Calo. And canst thou think
Cato, Fathers, 'tis time you come to a resolve. Cato will fly before the sword of Cæsar!

Luc. Cato, we all go into your opinion. Reduced, like Hannibal, to seek relief
Cæsar's behaviour has convinced the senate, From court to court, and wander up and down
We ought to hold it out till terms arrive. A vagabond in Afric?
Sem. We ought to hold it out till death; but, Juba. Cato, perhaps

I'm too officious; but my forward cares My private voice is drowned amidst the senate's. Would fain preserve a life of so much value. Cato. Then let us rise, my friends, and strive My heart is wounded, when I see such virtue to fill

Afflicted by the weight of such misfortunes. This little interval, this pause of life,

Cato. Thy nobleness of soul obliges me. (While yet our liberty and fates are doubtful) But know, young prince, that valour soars above With resolution, friendship, Roman bravery, What the world calls misfortune and affliction. And all the virtues we can crowd into it, These are not ills; else would they never fall That Heaven may say it ought to be prolonged. On Heaven's first favourites and the best of men. Fathers, farewell—The young Numidian prince The gods, in bounty, work up storms about us, Comes forward, and expects to know our coun- That give mankind occasion to exert sels.

(Ereunt Senators. Their hidden strength, and throw out into practice

Virtues that shun the day, and lie concealed Enter JUBA.

In the smooth seasons and the calms of life. Juba, the Roman senate has resolved,

Juba. I'm charmed whene'er thou talk'st; I Till time give better prospects, still to keep

pant for virtue, The sword unsheathed, and turn its edge on

And all my soul endeavours at perfection.

Cato. Dost thou love watchings, abstinence
Juba. The resolution fits a Roman senate.

and toil, But, Cato, lend me for a while thy patience,

Laborious virtues all? Learn them from Cato; And condescend to hear a young man speak.

Success and fortune must thou learn from Cæsar. My father, when, some days before his death, Juba. The best good fortune that can fall on He ordered me to march for Utica,

Juba, (Alas! I thought not then his death so near!) The whole success at which my heart aspires, Wept o'er me, pressed me in his aged arms, Depends on Cato. And, as his griefs gave way,' My son,' said he, Cato. What does Juba say?

Whatever fortune shall befal thy father, Thy words confound me. • Be Cato's friend; he'll train thee up to great

Juba. I would fain retract them; • And virtuous deeds; do but observe him well, Give them me back again, they aimed at nothing. • Thou’lt shun misfortunes, or thou'lt learn to bear Calo. Tell me thy wish, young prince, make them.'

not my ear Cato. Juba, thy father was a worthy prince, A stranger to thy thoughts. And merited, alas ! a better fate;

Juba. Oh! they're extravagant;
But Heaven thought otherwise.

Still let me hide them.
Juba. My father's fate,

Cato. What can Juba ask,
In spite of all the fortitude that shines

That Cato will refuse?
Before my face in Cato's great example,

Juba. I fear to name it.
Subdues my soul, and fills my eyes with tears. Marcia-inherits all her father's virtues.

Cato. It is an honest sorrow, and becomes thee. Cato. What wouldst thou say?
Juba. My father drew respect from foreign Juba. Cato, thou hast a daughter.
climes :

Cato. Adieu, young prince; I would not bear The kings of Afric sought him for their friend;

a word Kings far remote, that rule, as fame reports, Should lessen thee in my esteem. Remember, Behind the hidden sources of the Nile,

The hand of fate is over us, and Heaven In distant worlds, on th' other side the sun; Exacts severity from all our thoughts. Oft have their black ambassadors appeared, It is not now a time to talk of aught Loaden with gifts, and filled the court of Zama. But chains, or conquest ; liberty, or death.Cuto. I am no stranger to thy father's greatness.

[Erit Juba. I would not boast the greatness of my father,

Enter SYPHAX. But point out more alliances to Cato.

Syph. How's this, my prince! what, covered. Hlad we not better leave this Utica,

with confusion? To arm Numidia in our cause, and court You look as if yon stern philosopher The assistance of iny father's powerful friends? Had just now chid you,

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