Marc. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my Patience. Have I not Cause to rave, and beat my Breast, To rend my Heart with Grief, and run distracted! Enter Juba liftning. I will indulge my Sorrows, and give way That Man, that beft of Men, deferv'd it from me. And cou'd have thus been mourn'd, I had been happy! Marc. 'Tis not in Fate to ease my tortur'd Breaft. Jub. I'm on the Rack! Was he so near her Heart ? -- Marc. O Juba! Juba! Juba! Jub. What means that Voice? did the not call on Juba? Marc. Why do I think on what he was! he's dead! He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd him. Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding Heart, Amidft its Agonies, remember'd Marcia, And the last Words he utter'd call'd me Cruel! Alas, he knew not, hapless Youth, he knew not ! Marcia's Marcia's whole Soul was full of Love and Juba! Marc. Ye dear Remains of the most lov'd of Men! A laft Embrace, while thus Jub. See, Marcia, see [Throwing himself before hers The happy Juba lives! he lives to catch That dear Embrace, and to return it too With mutual Warmth and Eagerness of Love. Mart. With Pleasure and Amaze, I stand transported! Sure 'tis a Dream! Dead and Alive at once! If thou art Juba, who lies there? Jub. A Wretch, Disguised like Juba on a curs'd Defign. Marc. I've been furprized in an unguarded Hour, Jub. I'm loft in Ecstasy! and doft thou Love, Marc. And doft thou Live to ask it? Jub. This, this is Life indeed! Life worth preferving, Such Life as Juba never felt till now! Marc. Believe me, Prince, before I thought thee dead, I did not know my felf how much I lov'd thee. Jub. O fortunate Mistake! Marc. O happy Marcia! Fub. My Joy! my best Beloved! my only Vish! How How fhall I speak the Transport of my Soul! It quite o'ercomes me. Lead me to my Apartment.-- [Ex. Marc. and Luc Jub. I am fo bleft, I fear 'tis all a Dream, Fortune, thou now haft made amends for all Thy paft Unkindness, I abfolve my Stars. What tho' Numidia add her conquer'd Towns And Provinces to fwell the Victor's Triumph? Juba will never at his Fate repine; Let Cafar have the World, if Marcia's mine. [Exit. SCENE IV. A March at a Distance. Enter Cato, and Lucius. Luc. I ftand aftonifh'd! What, the bold Sempronius! That ftill broke foremost through the Crow'd of Patriots As with a Hurricane of Zeal transported, And virtuous ev'n to Madness--- Cato. Trust me, Lucius, Our Civil Discords have produced fuch Crimes, Enter Enter Portius. But fee where Portius comes! what means this Hafte? Port. My Heart is griev'd. I bring fuch News as will afflict my Father. The Traitor Syphax, as within the Square [Exit Portius. Luc. While Pride, Oppreffion, and Injuftice reign, The World will ftill demand her Cato's Prefence. In Pity to Mankind, fubmit to Cafar, And reconcile thy mighty Soul to Life. Cato. Would Lucius have me live to fwell the Number Of Cafar's Slaves, or by a base Submission Give up the Cause of Rome, and own a Tyrant? Ungen'rous Terms. His Enemies confefs The Virtues of Humanity are Cafar's. Cato. Curfe on his Virtues! They've undone his Country. Such Popular Humanity is Treafon--- But fee young Juba! the good Youth appears Full of the Guilt of his perfidious Subjects. Luc. Alas, poor Prince! his Fate deferves Compaffion. Enter Juba. Fub. I blush, and am confounded to appear Gate. And a brave one too, Cato. Alas, young Prince, Falfhood and Fraud fhoot up in ev'ry Soil, Por. Misfortune on Misfortune! Grief on Grief! My Brother Marcus-------- Cato. Hah! what has he done? Has he forfook his Poft? has he giv'n Way? Por. Scarce had I left my Father, but I met him |