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LUCTUS.

Enter SYPIAX. Sempronius, why wilt thou urge the fate

SYPHAX. Of wretched men?

Our first design, my friend, has prov'd abortive; SEMPRONIUS,

Still there remains an after-game to play:

My troops are mounted; their Numidian steeds How! would'st thou clear rebellion!

Snuff up the wind, and long to scour the desert: Lucius (good man) pities the poor oflenders

Let but Sernpronius head us in our flight, That would innbrue their hands in Cato's blood.

We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard, CATO.

And hew down all that would oppose our passage. Forbear, Sempronius!-- See they suffer death, | A day will bring as into Cæsar's camp. But in their deaths remember they are men.

SEMPRONIUS. Strain not the lairs to make their tortures grievous.

Confusion! I have fail'd of half my purpose. Lucius, the base degenerate age requires

Marcia, the charming Marcia,'s left behind ! Severity and justice in its rigour; This awes an impious, bold, offending world,

SYPHAX.
Commands obedience, and gives force to laws. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's slave!
When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish,

SEMPRONIUS.
The gods bebold their punishment with pleasure,
And lay th' úp-lifted thunder-bolt aside.

Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft
SEMPRONIUS.

Unmanly warmth, and tenderness of love,

Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty inaid, Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure.

And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion; sees ,, CATO.

When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off, Mean-while we'll sacrifice to Liberty.

SYPHAX. Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, Well said ! that's spoken like thyself, SemproThe generous plan of power deliver'd down,

nius. From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, What hinders then, but that thou find her out. (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood.) And hurry her away by manly force? O let it never perish in your hands!

SEMPRONIUS.
But piously transinit it to your children.,
Do thou, great Liberty, inspire our souls;

But how to gain admission? for access
And make our lives in thy possession happy,

Is given to none but Juba, and her brothers, Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence.

SYPHAX. [Exeunt Cato, &c. Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's guards:

The doors will open, when Numidia's prince SEMPRONIUS and the LEADERS of the mutiny. Seems to appear before the slaves that watch them. W. FIRST LEADER.

SEMPRONIUS.

| Heavens, wvbat a thought is there! Marcia's my Sempronius, you have acted like yourself:

own! One would have thought you had been half in

How will my bosom swell with anxious joy, neartest.

When I behold her struggling in my arms,
SEMPRONTOS.

With glowing beauty and disorder'd charms, Villain, stand off! base, groveling, worthless

While fear and anger, with alternate grace, wretches,

Pant in her breast, and vary in her face! Mongrèls in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors! So Pluto, seiz'd of Proserpine, convey'd

To Hell's tremendous gloom th' affi'ighted maid; FS SECOND LEADER. .

There grimly smil'd, pleas'd with the beauteous Nay, now you carry it too far, Sempronius:

prize, Throw off the mask, there are none here but friends Nor envy'd Jove his sun-shine and his skies.

SEMPRONIUS.
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Knox, villains, when such paltry slaves presume

ACT IV. SCENE I.
To mix in treasony, 'if the plot succeeds, in
They're thrown neglected by: but if it fails,

LUCIA and MARCIA.
They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do.
Heut, take these factious monsters, drag thein forth
To sudden deathe' !,

Now tell me, Mareia, tell me from thy soul;

If thou believ'st it possible for woman
Epter, GUARDS.

To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers?
1919 VT FIRST LEADER.

MARCIA. .19151 "Nay, since it comes to this

Lucia, Lucia, might my big-ewoln heart til bei ati! 1. SEMPRONIUS.

Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow, 2016 para

Marcia conld answer thee in sighs, keep pace Dispatch them quick but first pluck out their with all thy woes, and count ont tear for tear. 9 10 gues, i

LUCIA. 1.est with their dying breath they sow sedition.

well (Eseun: Guards with the Leaders. I know thou'rt doond alike to be belov'd

LUCIA.

By Juba, and thy father's friend Sempronius; I po SEMPROKI US.
But which of these has power to charm like Portius!

Curse on my stars! am I then doom'd to fall *
MARCIA.

By a boy's haud? disfigurd in a vile Still must I beg thee not to name Sempronius.

| Namidian dress, and for a worthless woman , Lucia, I like not that loud boisterous man: absolu

Gods, I'm distracted! this my close of life! Juba to all the bravery of a hero

| O for a peal of thunder, that would inake Adds softest love, and more than female sweetness: Earth, sea, and air, and Heaven, and Cato, treinJuba might make the proudest of our sex,

ble!, . . more

[Dies, Any of woman-kind, but Marcia, happy. .

JUBA
LUCIA.

With what a spring his furious soul broke loose, And why not Marcia? Come, yon strive in vain And left the limbs still quivering on the ground! To hide your thoughts from one, who knows too

Hence let us carry off those slaves to Cato,
The inward glowings of a beart in love well | That we may there at length unravel all

This dark design, this mystery of fate..
MARCIA.

[Exit JUBA, with prisoners, &c. While Cato lives, his daughter has no right To love or hate, but as his choice directs,

Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
LUCIA.

LUCTA.
But should this father give you to Sempronius Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my troubled
MARCIA.

heart

Is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows, I dare not think he will: but if he should

It throbs with fear, and akes at every sound. A Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer

10 Marcia, should thy brothers for my sake! Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?

11 die away with horrour at the thought, where v I hear the sound of feet! they march this way! Let us retire, and try if we can drown

MARCIA." ** * .. Each softer thought in sense of present danger.

See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's blood and When love once pleads admission to our hearts,

murder! (In spite of all the virtue we can boast)

Ha! a Numidian! Heavens preserve the prince ! The woman that deliberates is lost. [Exeunt.

The face lics muffled up within the garment. Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with Numi

But ah! death to my sigbt! a diadem, dian guards.

| And parple robes! O gods! 'tis he, 'tis he!

Juba, the loveliest youth that ever warm'd
SEMPRONIUS.

| A virgin's heart, Juba lies dead before us! The deer is lodg'd. I've track'd her to her co

i LUCIA. - - • vert.

Now, Marcia, now cail up to thy assistance Be sure you mind the word; and when I give it, | Thy wonted strength, and constancy of mind; Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey.

Thou canst sot put it to a greater trial. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you.

MARCIA, det er -How will the young Numidian rave, to see His mistress lost? If aught could glad my soul

Lucia, look there, and wonder at my patience Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize,

Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian, I To rend my heart with grief, and run distracted! - But hark, what noise! death to my hopes ! 'tis he,

LUCIA." ** "Tis Juba's self! there is but one way left

What can I think or say, to give thee comfort ? He must be murder'd, and a passage cut Through those his guards-Ha! dastards, do you

MARCIA. tremble!

Talk not of comfort, 'tis for lighter ills: Or act like men, or by yon azure Heaven Behold a sight, that strikes all confort dead. Enter JUBA.

met Enter JUBA listening. JUBA.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way What do I see? who's this that dares usurp To all the pangs and fury of despair: The guards and habits of Numidia's prince?. That man, that best of men, deservd it from me. SEMPRONIUS.

JUBA. ,. One that was born to scourge thy arrogance,

What do I hear? and was the false Sempronius Presumptuous youth!

· That best of men! O, bad I fallin like him,

And could have thus been mouru'd, I had been JUBA

happy!
What can this mean? Sempronius!

LUCLA.
SEMPRONIUS.

Here will I stand, companion in thy woes, My sword shall answer thee. Have at thy heart. And help theë with my tears; when I behold

• JUBA. . . . A loss like thine, I half forget my own. Nay, then beware thy own, proud, barbarous

MARCIA,..
man. (Semp. falls. His guards surrender. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd breasta

This empty world, to me a joyless desert,

MARCIA, Has nothing left to make poor Marcia happy.

And dost thou live to ask it ? JUBA.

JUBA. I'm on the rack! was he so near her heart? This, this is life indeed! life worth preserving! MARCIA.

Such life as Juba never felt till now! Oh, he was all made up of love and charms,

MARCIA. Whatever maid could wish, or man admire:

Believe me, prince, before I thought thee dead, Delight of every eye! when he appear'd,

| I did not know myself how much I lor'd thee. A secret pleasure gladden'd all that saw bim: But when he talk'd, the proudest Roman blush'd

JUBA.
To hear bis virtues, and old age grew wise,

O fortunate mistake!
JUBA.

MARCIA.
I shall run inad

O happy Marcia!

JUBA,
NARCIA,
O Juba ! Juba ! Juba!

My joy ! my best belov'd! my only wish!

| How shall I speak the transport of my suul! JUBA.

MARCIA.
What means that voice? did she not call on

Lucia, tby arm! ob let me rest upon it!
Juba ?

'The vital blood, that had forsvok my heart,
MARCIA.

Returns again in sucb tumultuous tides, Why do I think on what he was? He's dead! It quite o'ercomes me. Lead to my apartment. He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd him. O prince! I blusb to think what I have said, Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart But fate has wrested the confession from me: Amidst its agonies remember'd Marcia,

Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour, And the last words he utter'd call'd me cruel ? | Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, Alas! he knew not, hapless youth! he knew not | And make the gods propitious to our love. Marcia's whole soal was full of love and Juba!

[Ex. MARC. and LUC JUBA.

JUBĄ. Where am I! do I live! or am indeed

I am so bless'd, 1 fear 'tís all a dream. What Marcia thinks! All is Elysium round me, Fortune, thou now bast made amends for all MARCIA.

Thy past unkindness. I absolve my stars.

What though Numidia add her conquer'd towns Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men!

And provinces to swell the victor's triumph ? Nor modesty por virtue here forbid

Juba will never at his fate repine : A last embrace, while thus

Let Cæsar have the world, if Marcia's mine. JUBA.

[Exit. See, Marcia, see,

A Márch at a distance.
The happy Juba lives! he lives to catch
That dear embrace, and to return it too

Enter CATO and LUCIUS.
With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.

LUCIUS,
MARCIA,
With pleasure and amaze, I stand transported !

I stand astonish'd! what, the bold Sempronius, Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once!

That still broke foremost through the crowd of If thou art Juba, who lies there?

patriots,

As with a hurricane of zeal transported,
JUBA,

And virtuous ev'n to madress-
A wretch,

CATO.
Dieguis'd like Juba on a curs'd design.

Trust me, Lucius, The tale is long, nor have I heard it out,

Our civil discords have produced such crimes, Thy father knows it all. I could not bear

Such monstrous crimes, I am surpris'd at nothing. To leare thee in the neighbourhood of death,

O Lucius, I am sick of this bad world!
But New, in all the haste of love, to find thee.
I found thee weeping, and confess this ouce,

The day-light and the Sun grow painful to me. Am wrapt with joy to see my Marcia's tears.

Enter PORTIUS.

But see where Portius comes! what means this MARCIA,

| Why are thy looks thus chang'd? [haste? I've been surpris'd in an upguarded hour,

PORTIUS.
Bat must not now go back: the love, that lay
Hall-smother'd in any breast, has broke through all

My heart is griev'd Its weak restraints, and barns in its full lustre;

| I bring such news as will aflict my father. I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee.

CATO,

Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood ?
JUBA

PORTIUS.
I'rp lost in ecstasy! and dost thou love,
Thou charming maid?

Not so.
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The victor never will impose on Cato
Ungenerons terms. His enemies confess

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Nor did he fall before
CATO.

His sword had pierc'd through the false heart of

Syphax: Curse on his virtues ! they've undone his coup- Yonder he lies. I saw the hoary traitor Such popular humanity is treason-. : [try, Grin in the pangs of death and Bité the stormd. But see young Juba ! the good youth appears boede opgiv sdt glad avsel son lw agvesH Fulf of the built of his perfidious subjects. Houd

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Why mourn you this? Let not a private toss' 1 In humble virtues, and a rural life. oy? 1011.11 91
AMict your hearts. 'Tis Rome requires our tears. There live retir'd; pray for the peace of Rome;
The mistress of the world, the seat of empire, Content thyself to be obscurely good....
The nurse of heroes, the delight of gods, Agron When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
That humbled the proud tyrants of the Earth, The post of honour is a private station.",
And set the nations free, Rome is no more.
O liberty! O virtue! O my country!

200 1600 PORTIYS, 15 DE MOBILNI

I hope, my father does not recommend * JUBA."

| A life to Portius, that he scorns himself. Behold that upright man! Rome fills his eyes as DL * ORLEZ OH1 CATÓ.TITU 19 20.5"apy With tears, that flow'd not o'er his own dead son.

nossip [Aside.

That dares not trust the victor's clemency, ale CATO,

Know there are ships prepar'd by my command, Whate'er the Roman virtue bas subdu'd,

(Their sails already opening to the winds), ve! The Sun's whole course, the day and year, are

6: That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port.** For him the self-devoted Decii dy'd, a' Cæsar's.

Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you? The Fabii fell, and the great Seipios conquerd:

| The conqueror draws near. Once more farewell! Ev'n Pompey fought for Cæsar. Oh, my friends!

If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meeti : How is the toil of fate the work of ages,

In happier climes and on a safe shore; 199.T The Roman empire all'o! O curst ambition!..

Where Cæsar 'never shall approach' us'more! ** !! Pall'n into Caesar's hands! Our great forefathers

There the brave youth, with dovelor cirtue fira A Had left him nought to conquer but his country, 11

[Pointingrto the body of his dead son.

Who greatly in his country's cause expir'd, is ) :79 JUBA., ) ut v irgin oil Shall know he conqner's. The firm patriot there While Cato lives, Cæsar will blush to see ! (Who made the welfare of mankind his care) Mankind enslaved, and be asham'd of empire.

Though still by faction, vice, and fortune, crost, CATO. Myn,

Shall find the generous labour was not lost.

115) 989 pin svoj 2011 apst Cæsar asham'd! has not he seen Pharsalia? 45,14!!! LUCIUS.

ACT V: SCENE 1.10 z 0,11% 0 T Cato, 'tis time thou save thyself and us. :**

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Sitting in a thoughtful posture i sin his hand Plato's Cæsar shall never say, I've conquer'd Cato.

I book on the immortality of the soul. A druvon suprd But oh obmy friends, your safety fills my heart

on the table by him.

?'31997 With anxious thoughts: a thousand secret terrours Rise if my soul : how shall I save my friends ??

It must be so-Plato, thou reason'st well! 'T'is now, o Cæsar, I begin to fear thee."

| Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,

This longing after immortality?
LUCIUS.

Or whence this secret dread, and inward horrour, Cesar has mercy, if we ask it of him.

Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul CATO.'

Back on herself, and startles at destruction???

'Tis the Divinity that stirs within ushqit 372382 Then ask it, I conjure you! let him know, 'Tis Heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,. Whatı"er was done against him, Çato did it. And intimates eternity to man. Add, if you please, that I request it of him, il Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought! That'I myself, with tears, request it of him, Through what variety of untry'd being, The virtue of my friends may pass unpunish'd. Through what new scenes and changes must we Jaba, my heart is troubled for thy sake.

pass!

Ta Should I advise thee to regain Numidia,

The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me: Or seek, the conqueror?,' 'like you $42.02 . But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon ito JUBA.

Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, Deri Siya?,' ff i forsake thee.

(And that there is all Nature cries aloud Whilst I have life, may Heaven abandon Juba!,

Through all her works Ji be must delight in virtue,

And that which he delights in must be hapwa 10 Aici 71!7 shiri" CATO. ; ord, gown But when! or where! This world was made for Thy virtures, prince, if I foresee aright, 1.!!

Cæsar. Will one day make three great; at Rome hereafter, I'm weary of conjectures AThis must end them. 'Twill be no crime to bave been Cuto's friend.'»

linja viina Laying his hand uponasburd. Portius, draw wear my son, thou oft'hast seen | 21 Thus am doubly arm'

umideath ahd'Hfer 1 Thy sire engag'd in a coriupted state, ut most My bane and antidote, are both before me: Wirestling with rices and factions now thou seest This in a moment brings me to an endast me

But this informs me 'I shall never die. Spept, overpower'd, despairing of success;

The soul, secur'd in her existence, suniles Let me advise thee to retriát Betimes

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At the down dargers, and defies its points T To thy paternal seat, the Sabine field,

The stars shall fade away, the Sun himself villa Where the great consor toil'd with his own hands, Grow dimwith age and Nature şinkgix years, And all our frugal ancestors were bless'd

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