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Mounted on steeds unus'd to the restraint Hangs doubtful yet whose head it shall enclose, Of carbs or bits, and fleeter than the winds: Thou thus presum'st to treat thy prince with score? Give but the word, we'll snatch this dainsel up,

SYPHAX. And bear her off.'

Why will you rive my heart with such expresJUBA.

Does not old Syphax follow you to war? (siwas? Can such dishonest thoughts What are his arms? why does he load with darts Rise up in man! wouldst thou seduce my youth His trembling hand, and crush beneath a casque To do an act that would destroy my honour? His wrinkled brows? what is it he aspires to? SYPHAI. :

Is it not this? to shed the slow retains, Gods, I could tear my beard to hear you talk!

His last poor ebb of blood, in your defence? Honour's a fine imaginary nction,

JUBA., . , in That draws in raw and unexperienced men

Syphax, no more! I would not hear you talk. To real mischiefs, wbile they hunt a shadow.


Not hear me talk! what, when my faith to Jeba, Would'st thou degrade thy prince into a ruffian? | My royal master's son, is call'd in question ? SYPHAX.

My prince may strike me dead, and I'll be dub:

But, whilst I live, I must not hold iny tongae, The boasted ancestors of these great men,

And languish out old age in his displeasure.
Whose virtues you admire, were all such ruffians.
This dread of nations, this almighty Rome,

JUBA, asteroids :
That comprehends in her wide empire's bounds Thou know'st the way too well into my heart;
All under Heaven, was founded on a rape. | I do believe thee loyal to thy prince.
Your Scipios, Cæsars, Pompeys, and your Catos

SYPHAX.run (These gods on Earth) are all the sparious brood

. . Of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines.

What greater instance cay I give? Pre ofier'd

To do an action which my soul abhors, •

And gain you whom you love at any prioe. 1: Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine

JUBA. - Hispastir ,,* Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles.

Was this thy motive: I lave been too hasty.. SYPJIAX.

wor, SYPHAX. y Indeed, my prince, you want to know the world. You have not read mankind: your youth admires

And 'tis for this my prince has call'd me traitor! The throes and swellings of a Roman soul,

JUBA. Cato's bold flights, th’extravagance of virtue. I Sure thou mistak'st. I did Bot call tbee $0. JUBA.

SYPHAX. W T If knowledge of the world makes man perfidious, You did indeed, my prince; you call'd me traiMay Juba ever live in ignorance!

tar: SYPHAX.

Nay, further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato

Of what, my prince, would you complain to Cate? Go, go, you're young.

That Syphax loves you, and would sacrifice

His life, nay more, his honour, in your service ,
Gods, must I tamely bear

on JUBA., 5411 . El This arrogance unanswer'd! thou’rt a traitor, Syphax, I know thou lov'st me, but indeed A false old traitor.

Thy zeal for Juba carried the too far.. I

Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings,

The noble mind's distinguishing perfection,
I have gone too far. [Aside. | Tbat aids and strengthens situe where it meets

her, a

And imitates ber actions where she is not: ". Cato shall know the baseness of thy soul.

It ought not to be sported with.


..SYPAAX . 11!. . ! I must appease this storm, or perish in it. [Aside.

By Heavens Young prince, bebold these locks, that are grown I'm ravish'd wben you talk thus, though you chide Beneath a beluiet in your father's battles. (white Alas, I've hitherto been us'd to think [me. JUBA.

A blind ofticious zeal to serve my king

The ruling principle, that ought to burn
Those locks shall ne'er protect thy insolence.

And quench all others in a subject's heart,

Happy the people who preserve their "honour Must one rash word, the infirmity of age,

By the same duties that oblige their prince! Throw down the merit of my better years?


. La cui This the reward of a whole life of service!

Syphax, thou now begim'st to speak thyself. Curse on the boy ! bow steadily he hears me!

Numidia's grown a scorn among the nations

(Aside. For breach of pablic sows., Our Pupic faith . . JUBA.

Is infamous, and branded to a proverb. ide Is it because the throne of my forefathers Syphax, we'll join our cares, to purge away. Still stands anfilld, and that Numidia's crown. Our country's crimes, and clear her reputatiba



Believe me, prince, you make old Syphax weep Come, 'tis no matter, we shall do without him
To hear you talk--bot'tis with tears of joy. He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph,
If e'er your father's crown adorn your brows, And serve to trip before the victor's chariot.
Numidia will be blest by Cato's lectures,

Syphax, I now may hope thou hast forsook

Toy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
Syphax, thy hand! we'll mutually forget

SYPHAX. The warmth of youth, and frowardness of age: May she be thine as fast as thou wouldst have Thy prince esteems thy worth, and loves thy

her! If e'er the sceptre comncs into my hand, (person.

Syphax shall stand the second in my kingdom.

Syphax, I love that woman; though I curse

Her and myself, yet spite of me, I love her.
Why will you overwhelm'my age with kindness?
Myjoy grows barthensome, I shan't support it.


Make Cato sure, and give up Utica :

Cæsar will ne'er refuse thee such a trifle.
Syphax, farewell. I'll hence, and try to find

But are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt? Some blest occasion that may set me right

| Does the sedition catch from man to man, In Catu's thoughts. I'd rather have that man |

And run among their ranks? Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admirers.



All, all is ready.

The factious leaders are our friends, that spread Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts;'

Murmurs and discontents among the soldiers. Oldage is slow in both-"Afalse old traitor!”

| 'They count their toilsome marches, long fatigues, dear:

Unusual fastings; and will bear no more Those words, rash boy, may chance to cost thee

| This medley of philosophy and war. My heart had still some foolish fondness for thee:

Within an hour they 'll storm the senate-house.
But hence! 'tis gone: I give it to the winds:-
Cesar, I'm wholly thine-


Mean-while I'll draw up my Numidian troops

Within the square to exercise their arms,

And, as I see occasion, favour thee,
All hail, Sempronias!

| I laugh to think how your upshaken Cato Well, Cato's sonate is resolv'd to wait

Will look aghast, while unforeseen destruction Tbe fury of a siege, before it yields.

Pours in upon him thus from every side,

So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend, Syphax, we both were on the verge of fate:

Sudden th’impetuous hurricanes descend,

Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play, Lucius declar'd för peace, and terms were offer'd

Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away. To Cato by a'inessenger from Cæsar.

The helpless traveller, with wild surprise, Should they submit cre our designs are ripe,

Sees the dry desert all around him rise, We both must perish in the common wreck,

And, smother'd in the dusty whirlwind, dies. Lost in a general undistinguish'd ruin.

But how stands Cato?

Thou hast seen mount Atlas:

While storms and tempests thunder on its brows,
And oceans break their billows at its feet,

It stands onmovc, and glories in its height.
Such is that haughty man; his towering soul,

THANKS to my stars, I have not rang'd about 'Midst all the shocks and injuries of fortune,

The wilds of lite, ere I could find a friend; Rises superior, and looks down on Cæsar.

Nature first pointed out my Portius to me,

And early taught me, by her secret force,

To love thy person, ere I knew thy merit;
But what's this messenger?

Till, what was instinct, grew up into friendship.

I've practis'd with him,

Marcus, the friendships of the world are oft And found a means to let the victor know

Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure; That Syphax and Seinpronius are his friends,

Ours has severest virtue for its basis, But let ine now examine in my turn:

And such a friendship ends not but with life. Is Juba fix'd ? ir per SYPHÁX. , . ,

MARCUS. 2018 . Yes, but it is to Cato.

Portins, thou know'st my soul in all its weakI've try'd the force of every reason on him,

Sooth'd and caress'd, been angry, sooth'd again, | Then prythee spare me on its tender side.
Laid safety, iife, and interest, in his sight; Indu.ge me bot in love, my other passions
But all are vain, he scoras them all for Cato. Shall rise and fall by virtue's nicest rules.


PORTIUS When love's well-tim'd, 'tis not a fault to love. She sees us, and advances The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,

MARCUS. Sink in the soft captivity together..

I'll withdras, I would not urge thee to disiniss thy passion,

And leave you for a while. (1 kpow 'twere vain) but to suppress its force,

Remember, Portius, Till better times may make it look more graceful. I' ofil | Thy brother's life depeads upon thy tongue.

(Exit. MARCUS.

Alas! thou talk'st like one who never felt
Th' impatient throbs and longings of a soul,

That pants and reaches after distant good.

Did not I see your brother Marcus here? A lover does not live by vulgar time:

Why did he fly the place, and shun my presence? Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's absence

Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden:
And yet when I behold the charming maid,

Oh, Lucia, language is too faint to show
I'm ten-times more undone; while hope, and fear,

His rage of love; it preys upon his life; And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once,

He pines, he sickens, he despairs, he dies : And with variety of pain distract me.

His passions and his virtu's lie confus'd,

And mix'd together in so wild a tumult,

Tbat the whole man is quite disfigur'd in him. What can thy Portius do to give thee help? Heavens! would one think 'twere possible for love MARCUS.

To make such ravage in a noble soul!

Oh, Lucia, I'm distress'd! my heart bleeds for him; Portius, thon oft enjoy'st the fair-one's presence. Ev'n now, while thus / stand blest in thy preserce, Then undertake my cause, and plead it to her A secret damp of grief comes o'er my thoughts, With all the strength and heat of eloquence And I'm unhappy, though thou smil'st upon me. Fraternal love and friendship can inspire,

LUCIA. ' H lligent, Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in bis bloom;

How wilt thou guard thy honour, in the sbock That he forgets his sleep, and loaths his food; Of love and friendship, think betimes, my Por. That youth, and health, and war, are joyless to

tius, him:

Think how the nuptial tie, that might ensure Describe his anxious days and restless nights, Our mutual bliss, would raise to such a height And all the torments that thou seest me suffer. - | Thy brother's griefs, as might perhaps destroy him. PORTIUS.

PORTIUS. Marcus, I beg thee, give me not an office

Alas, poor youth! what dost thou think, my That suits with me so ill. Thou know'st my

His generous, open, uodesigning heart (Lucia? temper.

Has begg'd his rival to solicit for him. I 1 . MARCUS.

Then do not strike bien dead with a denial, i }, ; Wilt thou behold me sinking in my woes?

But hold him up in life, and cheer bis soul And wilt thou not reach out a friendly arm,

With the faint glimmering of a doubtful tope: !

Perhaps, when we have pass'd these gloomy bours, To raise me froin amidst this plunge of sorrows?

And weather'd out the storm that beats upon usPORTIUS.

LUCIA. Marcus, thou canst not ask what I'd refuse.

No, Portius, no! I see thy sister's tears,... But here believe me I've a thousand reasons

Thy father's anguish, and thy brother's death, MARCUS.

In the pursuit of our ill-fated loves.

And, Portius, here I swear, to Heaven I swear, I know thou'lt say, my passion's out of season,

To Heaven, and all the powers that judge mankind, That Cato's great example and misfortunes Should both conspire to drive it from my thoughts.

Never to mix my plighted bands with thine,. But what's all this to one who loves like me?

While such a cloud of mischiefs hangs about us: Oh Portius, Portius, from my soul I wish

But to forget our loves, and drive tliee, out in Thou didst but know thyself what 'tis to love!

From all my thoughts, as far as I am able. Then would'st thou pity and assist thy brother.

PORTIUs.' Hos olloniisil PORTIUS.

What bast thou said! I'm thunder-struck !--Rex What should I do! If I disclose my passion,

Those hasty words, or I am lost for ever. (cali Our friendship's at an end: if I conceat it,

The world will call me false to a friend and brother. | Has not the vow already pass'd my lips?

i [Aside. The gods have heard it, and 'cis seal à iu Kearea. MARCUS.

| May all the vengeance, that was ever poura But see where Lucia, at her wonted hour,

On perjur'd beads, o'erwhelm me, if I break it! Amid the cool of yon high‘marble arch,

PORTIUS.. [After a prest, Enjoys the noon-lay breeze! observe her, Portius! Fix'd in astonishment, I gaze upon thee; That face, that shape, those eyes, that Heaven of Like one just blasted by a stroke from Heaven, beauty!,

Who pants for breath, and stittens, yet alive, Observe her well, and blame me if thou canst. In dreadful looks : a monument of wrath!


LUCIA At length i've acted my severest part: .. Portius, no more! thy words shoot through my I feel the woman breaking in upon me,

heart, And melt about my heart! my tears will flow. Melt my resolves, and turn me all to love." But oh, l'll think no more! the hand of fate Why are those tears of fondness in thy eyes? Has torn thee from me, and I must forget thee. Why heaves thy heart? why swells thy soul with PORTIUS.


It softens me too much. Farewell, my Portius; Hard-hearted, cruel maid!

Farewell, though death is in the word, for ever!

Oh, stop those sounds,
Those killing sounds! why dost thou frown upon

Stay, Lucia, stay! what dost thou say? for ever! me?

LUCIA. My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, Have I not sworn? if, Portius, thy success And life itself goes out at thy displeasure. Must throw thy brother on his fate, farewell, The gods forbid us to indulge our loves,

Ob, how shall I repeat the word ! for ever!
But, oh! I cannot bear thy hate, and live!


Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady flame Talk not of love, thou never knew'st its force.

Hangs quivering on a point, leaps off by fits, I've been deluded, led into a dream

And falls again, as loth to quit its bold. Of fancied bliss. (Lacia, crucl maid !

-Thou must not go, my soul still hovers o'er thee, Thy dreadful vow, loaden with death, still sounds | And can't get loose. In my stunn'd ears. What shall I say or do?

Quick, let us part! perdition 's in thy presence,
And hurrour dwells about thec!Ah, she faints!

If the firm Portius shake Wretch that I am! what has my rashness done! To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers! Lucia, thou injur'd innocence! thou best

And loveliest of thy sex! awake, my Lucia,
Or Portius rushes on his sword to join thee.

'Tis true; unruffled and serene I've met Her imprecations reach not to the tomb,

The common accidents of life: but here They shut not out society in death.

Such an unlook'd-for storm of ills falls on me, But, ah! she moves! life wanders up and down l It beats down all my strength. I cannot bear it. Through all her face, and lights up every charm.

arm | We must not part. LUCIA.

LUCIA. O Portius, was this well !--to frown on her

What dost thou say? not part? That lives upon thy smiles! to call in doubt Hast thou forgot the vow that I have made? [us? The faith of one expiring at thy feet,

Are there pot Heavens, and gods, and thunder, o'er That loves thee more than ever woman lov'd!

-But see, thy brother Marcus bends this way! -What do I say? my half-recover'd sense

I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell; Forgets the vow in which my soul is bound. Farewell, and know thou wrong'st me, if thou think'st Destruction stands betwixt us! we must part. Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. - [Exit. PORTIUS.

Enter MARCUS.. Name not the word: my frighted thoughts run

And startle into madness at the sound. [back,

Portius, what hopes? how stands she? am I
To life, or death? .. ..

[doom'd What would'st thou have me do? consider well

PORTIUS. The train of ills our love would draw behind it.

What would'st thou have me say? Think, Portius, tbink, thou seest thy dying brother Stabb'd at his heart, and all besmear'd evith blood,

Storining at Heaven and thee! thy awful sire. I What'means this pensire posture: thou appear'st
Sternly demands the cause, th' accursed canse, Like one amaz'd and terrify'd.
That robs him of his son! poor Marcia trembles,

Then tears her bair, and frantic in her griefs,
Calls out on Lucia! what could Lucia answer?

I've reason.
Or bow stand up in such a scéne of sorrow?


Thý down-cast looks, and thy disorder'd

· thoughts, To my.confusion and eternal grief,

Tell me my fate. I ask not the success
I must approve the sentence that destroys me. My cause has found.
The mist that bung about iny mind clears up;

And now, athwart the terrours that thy vow
llas planted round thee, thoù appearst more fair,

I'm griev'd I undertook it. More amiable, and risest in thy charms.'

MARCUS. Luveliest of women! Heaven is in thy soul, What? does the barbarous maid insult my heart, Beauty and virtue shipe for ever round thee, My aching heart! and triumph in my pains? Brightening each other! tlıou art all divine ! That I could cast her from my thoughts for erer! [war?


Away! you're too suspicious in your griefs; Perfidious men! and will you thus dishonour
Lucia, though sworn never to think of love, Your past exploits, and sully all your wars
Coinpassionates your pains, and pities you. Do you confess 't was not a zeal for Rome,

Nor love of liberty, nor thirst of honour,

Drew you thus far; but lopes to share the spoil
Compassionates my pains, and pities me! Of conquer'd towns, and plunder'd provinces?
What is compassion when 'tis void of love! Fir'd with such motives you do well to join
Fool that I was to choose so cold a friend

With Cato's foes, and follow Cæsar's banners. To urge my cause! Compassionates my pains ! Why did I 'scape th' envenom'd aspic's rage, Proytbee, what art, what rhetoric, didst thou use And all the fiery monsters of the desert, To gain this mighty boon? She pities me! To see this day? why could not Cato fall To one that asks the warm returns of lore, Without your guilt? Behold, ungrateful men, Compassion's cruelty, 'tis scorn, 'tis death . Behold my bosom naked to your swords, PORTIUS.

And let the man that's injur'd strike the blow.

Which of you all suspects that he is wrong'd, Marcus, no more! have I deserv'd this treat

Or thinks he suffers greater ills than Çato?,

Am I distinguish'd from you but by toils,

Superior toils, and heavier weight of cares!
What have I said! O Portius, o forgive me! Painful pre-eminence!
A soul exasperate in ills falls out

With every thing, its friend, itself-But ba!
What means that shout, big with the sounds of Confusion to the villains ! all is lost.

By Heavens, they droop? .'

(Aside, What new alarms?

" CATO. ". . . ,!!! PORTIUS.

Have yon forgotten Libya's burning waste, A second, louder yet, Its barren rocks, parch'd earth, and hills of saod, 1 Swells in the winds, and comes more full upon us. Its tainted air, and all its broods of poison? MARCUS.

Who was the first t explore th' antrodden'path, Oh, for some glorious cause to fall in battle!

When life was hazarded in every step? si Lucia, thou hast undone me! thy disdain

Or, fainting in the long laborious march, in Has broke my heart: 'tis death must give me ease

When on the banks of an unlook'd-for stream in

You sunk the river with repeated draughts,

Who was the last in all your host that thirsted? :
Quick, let us hence: who knows if Cato's life
Stand sure? O Marcus, I am warm'd, my heart

SEMPRONIUS. Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for glory. If son:e penurious source by chance appear'd ,

[Ereunt. Scanty of waters, when you scoop'd it dry,

And offer'd the full helmet up to Cato, Enter SEMPRONUS, with the LEADERS of the mutiny. Did not he dash th' untasted moisture froin him? SEMPRONIUS.

Did not he lead you through the mid-day sun,

And clouds of dust? did not his temples glow At length the winds are rais'd, the storm blows

In the same sultry winds, and scorching beats? high. Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up .

In its full fury, and direct it right,
Till it bas spent itself on Cato's bead. .

Hence, worthless men! hence! and complain Meanwhile I'll herd among his friends, and seem

to Cæsar
One of the number, that, whate'er arrive, | You could not undergo the toils of war,
My friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe. Nor bear the hardships that your leader bore,

We all are safe, Sempronius is our friend.
Sempronius is as brave a man as Cato.

See, Cato, see th' unhappy mep! they weep! But hark! he enters, Bear up boldly to him;

| Pear and remorse, and sorrow for their crime, Be sure you beat him down, and bind him fast: Appear in every look, and plead for mercy. This day will end our toils, and give us rest;

CATO. Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend.

| Learn to be honest men ; give np your leaders, Enter CATO, SEMPRONIUS, LUCIUS, PORTIUS, and

And pardon shall descend on all the rest.


Cato, commit these wretches to my care.
Where are these bolel intrepid sons of war,

| First let them each be broken on the rack, That greatly turn their backs upon the foe,

Then, with what life remains, impald, and left And to their general send a brave defiance?

To writhe at leisure round the bloody stake.

There let them lang, and taint the southern wird. SEMPRONIUS.

The partners of their crime will learn obedieoce, Curse on their dastard souls, they stand asto- When they look up and see their fellow-traitors

[ Aside. Stuck on a fork, and blackening in the sun.


dastard souls, they st

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