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10 Ribu wa Enter MARCIX. That iny awakend soul may take her flight,

19 Renew'd in all her strength, and fresh with life, O Marcia, O my sister, still there's hope An offering fit for Heaven. Let guilt or fear Our father will not cast away a life Disturb man's rest, Cato knows neither of them, So needful to us all, and to his country. Toen Indifferent in his choice, to sleep or die.eger H He is retir'd to rest, and seems to cherish (hence


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And show mankind that goodness is your eate - bus Rash youth, forbear!

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Marcia, we both are equally involv'd
I e'er shall call you so! Be not displeas'd, In the same intricate, perplex'd, distress.
O be not angry with me whilst I weep,

The cruel hand of fate, that has destroy'd
And, in the anguish of my heart, beseech you Thy brother Marcus, whom we both lament

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Has set my soul at large, and now I stand
Weep not, my son. All will be well avain.
The righteous gods, whom I have sought to please Loose of my vow. But who knows Cato's tberghts
Will suecour Cato, and preserve his children. Who knows how yet he may dispose of Portius,

Or how he has determind of thyself?

Your words give comfort to my drooping heart,

Let him but live! commit the rest to Heaven. su CATO. da sadur blitt Portius, thou may'st rely upon my conduct.

Enter LUCIUS. Thy father will not act what misbecomes him.

LUCIUS. But go, my son, and see if aught be wanting Among thy father's friends: see them embark”d; Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man! And tell me if the winds and seas befriend them. | Marcia, I have seen thy godlike father:


Some power invisible supports his soul, JUORUM | O Marcia, what we fear'd is come to pass!
And bears it up in all its wonted greatness. T Cato is fall’n upon his sword Tempiin
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I saw him stretch'd at ease, his fancy lost

52.130 i ...i ng'... O Portius, '. In pleasing dreams; as I drew near his couch, He smil'd, and cry'd-Cæsar, thou canst not hurt |

Hide all the losrours of thy mournful tale, me!

And let us guess the rest.

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And plac'd him in his chair, where pale and faint, 1 . LUCIUS.

He gasps for breath, and, as his life flows from Lucia, why all this grief, these foods of sorrow?

him, Dry up thy tears, my child; we all are safe : Demands to see his friends. His weeping servants. While Cato lives his presence will protect us. | Obsequious to his orders, bear him bither, ,

! [The back scene opens, and discovers CATO. Enter JUBA.


O Heaven, assist me in this dreadful hour

To pay the last sad duties to my father!
Lucius, the horsemen are return d from viewing ' we' 1. JUBA. NO, Iu'
The number, strength, and posture of our foes,
Who now enoamp within a short hour's, march."

These are thy triumphs, thy exploits, o Cæsar! On the high point of yon bright western tower

LUCTUS. We ken them from afar; the setting Sun

Now is Romc falla indeed! Plays on their shining arms and burnish'd helmets,

(CATO brought forward in his chair. And covers all the field with gleams of fire.

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• Portius, come near me are my friends embark'd? Cæsar is still dispos'd to give us terms,

| Can any thing be thought of for their service ? And waits at distance till he hears from Cato.

Whilst I yet live, let me not live in vain...
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T O Lucius, art thou here? - Thou art too good.

10... - B y Let this our friendship live between 'our children; Portius, thy looks speak somewbat of importance. Make Portius happy in thy daughter Lucia. What tidings dost thou bring? metbioks I see Alas, poor man, he weeps !-Marcia, my daugh. Unusual gladness, sparkling in thy eyes. :)



bend me forward ! Juba loves thee, Marcia, 3 . PORTIUS. ,

, |A senator of Rome, while Rome surviv'd,, As I was hasting to the port, where now .

Would not have match'd bis daughter with a king:

But Cæsar's arms have thrown down all distinction; My father's friends, impatient for a passage,

Whoe'er is brave and virtuous, is a Roman, Acouse the lingering winds, a sail arriv'd.

-I'm sick to death when shall I get loose From Pompey's son, who, through the realms of

From this vain world, th' abode of guilt and sorSpain :

row! ,, . ? Calls out for vengeance on his father's death,

-And yet methinks a beam of light breaks in And rouses the whole nation up to arms.,

On my departing soul. Alas, I fear Were Cato at their head, once more might Rome

I've been too hasty. Oye powers, that search Assert her rights, and claim her liberty.

The heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts, But hark! what means that groan? O give me way,

| If I have done amiss, impute it not! And let me fly into my father's presence. [Exit.

The best may err, but you are good, andoh! LUCIUS. Cato, amidst his slumbers, thinks on Rome,

There fled the greatest soul that ever warna'd And in the wild disorder of his soul

A Roman breast. Cato! O my friend! Mourns o'er his country; ha! a second groan!

Thy will shall be religiously observ'd.
Heaven guard us all

But let us bear this awful corpse to Cæsar,

And lay it in his sight, that it may stand,
Alas! 'tis not the voice

A fence betwixt us and the victor's wrath ;
Of one who sleeps ! 'tis agonizing pain,

Cato, though dead, shall still protect his friends. "Tis death is in that sound

From hence, let fierce contending nations know

What dire effects from civil discord flow.
Re-enter PORTIUS.

'Tis this that shakes our country with alarms,

And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms, . .. PORTIUS.

Produces frand, and cruelty, and strife,
O sight of woe! And robs the guilty world of Cato's life.

[Exeunt Omnes.


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