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Syph. 'Tis pride, rank pride, and hanghtiness Syph. Believe me, prince, though hard to con-
'Tis easy to divert and break its force.
Light up another flame, and put out this.
Juba. Why dost thou call my sorrows up afresh? Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon for-
Juba. 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion,
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex:
True, she is fair, (oh, how divinely fair!)
Shines out in every thing she acts or speaks,
Dwell in her looks, and, with becoming grace,
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.
Enter MARCIA and Lucia.
Syph. By laying up his counsels in your heart. At sight of thee my heart shakes off its sorrows;
And for a while forget the approach of Cæsar.
think my presence Calm and unruffled as a summer sea,
Unbent your thoughts, and slackened them to
Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field.
The thought will give new vigour to my arm,
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,
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
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!
True fortitude is seen in great exploits,
All else is towering frenzy and distraction.
In Rome's defence, entrusted to our care?
Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter,
Luc. Cato will soon be here, and open to us We lavished at our deaths the blood of thousands,
[ A sound of trumpets. Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion.
Already have our quarrels filled the world
Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions
Already have we shewn our love to Rome,
Arms have no further use. Our country's cause,
That drew our swords, now wrests them from
And bids us not delight in Roman blood
Is done already: heaven and earth will witness,
If Rome must fall, that we are innocent.
Sem. This smooth discourse, and mild beha-
Immoderate valour swells into a fault;
Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs
round us ;
In Ifric's heat, and seasoned to the sun;
Ready to rise at its young prince's call.
No, let us draw her term of freedoin out
Cato. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal So shall we gain still one day's liberty :
[.1 side to Ciro.
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.
. 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
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
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,
And making death more grim.
Calo. And canst thou think
Luc. Cato, we all go into your opinion. Reduced, like Hannibal, to seek relief
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
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;
Still let me hide them.
Cato. What can Juba ask,
That Cato will refuse?
Juba. I fear to name it.
Cato. It is an honest sorrow, and becomes thee. Cato. What wouldst thou say?
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,