By Juba, and thy father's friend Sempronius; But which of these has power to charm like Portius! MARCIA. Still must I beg thee not to name Sempronius. Adds softest love, and more than female sweetness; LUCIA. And why not Marcia? Come, you strive in vain To hide your thoughts from one, who knows too The inward glowings of a heart in love. [well MARCIA. While Cato lives, his daughter has no right. To love or hate, but as his choice directs. LUCIA. But should this father give you to Sempronius MARCIA. I dare not think he will: but if he should I hear the sound of feet! they march this way! [Exeunt. Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with Numidian guards. SEMPRONIUS. The deer is lodg'd. I've track'd her to her co vert. Be sure you mind the word; and when I give it, Or act like men, or by yon azure Heaven Talk not of comfort, 'tis for lighter ills: I will indulge my sorrows, and give way JUBA. What do I hear? and was the false Sempronius That best of men! O, had I fall'n like him, And could have thus been mourn'd, I had been happy! LUCIA. Here will I stand, companion in thy woes, And help thee with my tears; when I behold A loss like thine, I half forget my own. MARCIA, 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd breast. 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 Amidst 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 whole soal was full of love and Juba! JUBA. Where am I do I live! or am indeed Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men! I stand astonish'd! what, the bold Sempronius, With pleasure and amaze, I stand transported! That still broke foremost through the crowd of Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once! If thou art Juba, who lies there? JUBA. A wretch, Disguis'd like Juba on a curs'd design. MARCIA, I've been surpris'd in an unguarded hour, Bat must not now go back: the love, that lay Half-smother'd in iny breast, has broke through all Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre; I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee. JUBA. I'm lost in ecstasy! and dost thou love, Thou charming maid? VOL. IX. patriots, As with a hurricane of zeal transported, And virtuous ev'n to madness САТО. Trust me, Lucius, Our civil discords have produced such crimes, Such monstrous crimes, I am surpris'd at nothing. -O Lucius, I am sick of this bad world! The day-light and the Sun grow painful to me. Enter PORTIUS. But see where Portius comes! what means this Why are thy looks thus chang'd? [haste? PORTIUS. My heart is griev'd I bring such news as will afilict my father. CATO. Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood? PORTIUS. Not so. The traitor Syphax, as within the square He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch. I saw, and call'd to stop him, but in vain; q He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me, He would not stay and perish like Sempronius. Dnomor 297 ton 25.b varitst zm ager! tis mid 2 CATO rede 10 of stif Perfidious men! but haste, my son, and see Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. [Exit FORTIUS, -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me! Justice gives way to force: the conquer'd world Is Cæsar's: Cato has no business in it. L PROF "?Ois@¢ ¥PUT Ao??? ¥!% A! * 07.16 €b mo ibuciusza,es hyun · 19: 1 *ILOT SIM 240 While pride, oppression, and injustice reign, The world will still demand her Cato's presence. In pity to mankind, submit to Cæsar, And reconcile thy mighty, soul to life, and 29 mos brab zal to phod of CATO, bad?? } WOH ST these ad Ha! what has he done?/ Has he forsook his post? has be given waya il Did he look tamely on, and let them pass? I PORTIUS.41 buc 1st td62 SET Scarce had I left my father, but I met him Borne on the shields of his surviving soldiers, Breathless and pale, and cover'd o'er with wounds Long, at the head of his few faithful friends, Esl He stood the shock of a whole host of foes, Till, obstinately brave, and bent on death, Opprest with multitudes, be greatly fell, I W Cine to FinsICATOPIE„b97alem bridual? I'm satisfy'd. Kendi (1992 PORTIUS.d 'b'madze 1680) His sword had pierc'd through the false heart of Syphax: Yonder he lies. I saw the hoary traitor Grin in the pangs of death, and bite the ground. usat 2501517 2 6763) for lit# 0976sH CATO. 'supac: he Dean linde isem) Thanks to the gods! my boy has done, his duty. bisededt i penduaranteixos di; W Portius, when I am dead, be sure thou place His urn near mine, 63 Liyad 1.78-3′) () ̧von aiT* Full in my sight, that I may view at leisure To thy paternal seat, the Sabine field, In humble virtues, and a rural life.'ve not out adt ་། I hope, my father does not recommend A life to Portius, that he scorns himself. 99 DEBA02:28 «CATÓ.Jing Lasm 23.9 Farewell, my friends! if there be any of you That dares not trust the victor's clemency, Know there are ships prepar'd by my command, (Their sails already opening to the winds) That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port. Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you? The conqueror draws near. T Once more farewell! If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet que In happier climes and on a safer shore, Where Cæsar never shall approach us more. There the brave youth, with love of virtue fir'aμ^ [Pointing to the body of his dead son. Who greatly in his country's cause expir'd, Shall know he conquer'd. The firm patriot there (Who made the welfare of mankind his care) Though still by faction, vice, and fortune, crost, Shall find the generous labour was not lost. Ir must be so Plato, thou reason'st well! Or whence this secret dread, and inward horrour, Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought! Through what new scenes and changes must we pass! The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me: Cæsar. I'm weary of conjectures This must end them. fionava [Laying his hand upon his scord. 27 Thus am 1 doubly arm'd: my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me: This thi 4 moment brings me to an end But never die. The soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles At the dawn dagger, and defies its point. (T® The stars shall fade away, the Sun himself a me y Where the great censor toil'd with his own hands, Grow dim with age, and Nature şinkgireycarspl And all our frugal ancestors were bless'd But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, |