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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,
Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft
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!
But how to gain admission? for access
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.
| 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,
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.
H uisyen ,
ACT IV. SCENE I.
LUCIA and MARCIA.
Now tell me, Mareia, tell me from thy soul;
If thou believ'st it possible for woman
To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers?
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
By Juba, and thy father's friend Sempronius; I po SEMPROKI US.
Curse on my stars! am I then doom'd to fall *
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. .
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,
This dark design, this mystery of fate..
[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.
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
| 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
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
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
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
O fortunate mistake!
O happy Marcia!
My joy ! my best belov'd! my only wish!
| How shall I speak the transport of my suul! JUBA.
Lucia, tby arm! ob let me rest upon it!
'The vital blood, that had forsvok my heart,
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.
Enter CATO and LUCIUS.
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?
As with a hurricane of zeal transported,
And virtuous ev'n to madress-
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!
The day-light and the Sun grow painful to me. Am wrapt with joy to see my Marcia's tears.
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,
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.
Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood ?
The traitor Syphax, as within the square idmon a Comes out more bright, and brings forth all its
a He would not stay and perish like Sempronius.
Thy praise, o Cato, Than Numidia's empire. has
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Enter PORTIUS hastily. semid 2018 On edt uito'l at sli! Perfidious men! but haste, my son, and see 8999 aid ailä 910 PORTIUS, Igçus teilt blo 18 Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. "Yov 10 795 9d 9791ff 11
Misfortune on misfortuue! grief on grief!
bron[Exit FORTIUS. | My brother Marcus -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me?'
b'ubdue ad 9 Ha! what has he done
buoppaio zonu PORTIUS.d: bas 11 si iids i dT The world will still demand her Cato's presence. Scarce had I left my father, but I met him In pity to mankindo submit to Cæsar, ces
Borne on the shields of his surviving soldiers,
rather, but met, imi woH And reconcile thy mighty soul to life, id sdt 9791's Breathless and pale, and cover'd o'er with wounds From hobijst to ubod ssCATO. 109]
Long, at the head of his few faithful friends, I bsH
0618919 OW He stood the shock of a whole host of foes, ould Lucius have me live to swell the number
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I'm satisfy'd. OTA!
ile Teil 1998 PORTIUS ! baredes iles) The virtues of humanity are Cæsar's.
Nor did he fall before
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
ob 190 progATT vsa 1919g llede isese BATCH pode sidas 3 TO Thanks to the gods, my boy. has done bis LUCIUS.
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LUCIUS. Before thy presence, Cato tento vividont ell' O Cato, arm thy soul with all its patience 1917691911 Lis Juo 23CATO 1192) 19V8H IT See where the corse of thy dead son approacties!
IBITI OT' What's thy crime | The citizens and senators, alarm d. ! trigsodt fulbest
Have gather'd round it, and attend it weeping. guisd by JUBA. vitev teAw siyoord
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friends, buols 2570 JUBA. JIS Piatgd that haa) | Full in my sight, that I may view at leisure gutre mi adgilob jeune Hast thou not heard T The bloody corse, and count those glorious wounde Of my false countrymenilahad of birtu jedbu How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue! Tot el don bhion ilma 91917 : 101 | Who would not be that youth? what pity is it
That we can die but once to serve our countey? modo bas teisest aid TAlas-luyoung prince,wm | Why sits this sadness on your brows, my friends? Falsehood and frand shoot up in every soil, I should have blush' if Cato's house had stood T The product of all glimes-Rome has its Cæsars. Secure, and flourish'd in a civil ware hog
:Sorotsd no JUBA TOL bus sd | Portius, behold thy brother, and rememberi iT 'Tis generous thus to comfort the distress'd.
Thy life is not thy own, when Rome demands it. 510 5974 19 100
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Bago!a p esab 649 Roq7370 "Tis just to give applanse wherentis deserv'd;
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there be any of you '
Why mourn you this? Let not a private toss' 1 In humble virtues, and a rural life. oy? 1011.11 91
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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.
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. :**
OTAD 10015.yr CATO, , 1 molto poten t si! Sistem CATO, solyban el ü Lose not a thought on me. I'm out of danger. Ichino
dit citudin Heaven will not leave me in the victor's band.
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?
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.
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
modesses et vill
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
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youtb,