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Sy. Believe me, prince, tho' hard to conquer
'Tis easier to divert and break its force.
Sy. How does your tongue grow wanton in
But on my knees I beg you would confider-
And with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter. My heart beats thick-I pr'ythee, Syphax, leave
Sy. Ten thousand curses fasten on 'em both! Now will this woman, with a fingle glance, Undo what I've been lab'ring all this while. [Exit Syphax.
Enter Marcia and Lucia.
Jub. Hail, charming maid! how does thy beauty smooth
The face of war, and make even horror finile !
Jub, O Marcia, let me hope thy kind concern
Mar. My pray'rs and wishes always fhall attend The friends of Rome, the glorous caufe of
The men approv'd of by the gods and Cato.
Jub. That Juba may deferve thy pious cares, I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father, Tranfplanting, one by one, into my life His bright perfections, till I shine like him. Mar. My father never at a time like this Would lay out his great foul in words, and wafte Such precious moments,
Jub. Thy reproofs are juft,
Thou virtuous maid! I'll haften to my troops,
For Marcia's love.
[Exit Jube. Luc. Marcia, you're too fevere: How could you chide the young good-natu'd prince,
And drive him from you with fo ftern an air, A prince that loves and dotes on you to death? Mar. 'Tis therefore, Lucia, that I chide him from me.
His air, his voice, his looks, and honeft foul, Speak all fo movingly in his behalf,
I dare not trust myself to hear him talk. Luc. Why will you fight against so fweet 1 paflion,
And fteel your heart to fuch a world of charm. Mar. How, Lucia! wouldst thou have me
In pleafing dreams, and lofe myself in love,
Luc. Why have not I this conftancy of mind, Who have fo many griefs to try its force? Sure, nature form'd me of her fofteft mould, Enfeebled all my foul with tender paffions, And funk me even below my own weak fex: Pity and love, by turns, opprefs my heart.
Mar. Lucia, difburthen all thy cares on m And let me fhare thy moft retir'd diftrefs. Tell me who raifes up this conflict in thee? Luc. I need not blush to name them, when !
breathes the fofteft, the fincereft vows!
, thou know't not half the love he bears
e'er he speaks of thee, his heart's in flames,
ppy youth! How will thy coldness raife
. You feem to plead
t your brother Portius.
'ortius been the unfuccefsful lover,
He knows too well how eafily he's fir'd,
w diffenfion in the hearts of brothers.
Cato. Fathers, we once again are met in council;
re limpid ftream, when foul with stains ing torrents, and defcending rains, itfelf clear, and, as it runs, refines; y degrees, the floating mirror fhines, s each flow'r that on the border grows; new heaven in its fair bofom flows. [Exeunt.
OME still survives in this affembled fenate! remember we are Cato's friends,
like men who claim that glorious title. Cato will foon be here, and open to us cafion of our meeting. Hark, he comes! [A found of trumpets. 11 the guardian gods of Rome direct him!
What courfe to take. Our foe advances on us,
To hold it out, and fight it to the laft?
Sem. My voice is still for war.
Rife, fathers, rife! 'tis Rome demands your help;
And Scipio's ghoft walks unreveng'd amongst us.
E, the Senate. Lucius, Sempronius, and Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion.
Perhaps fome arm, more lucky than the reft, May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage.
(Prompted by blind revenge and wild despair)
And bids us not delight in Roman blood
Sem. This fmooth discourse, and mild behaviour, oft
Conceal a traitor. Something whifpers me
Are grown thus defp'rate; we have bulwarks round us;
Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil
Dec. My bufinefs is with Cato; Cæfar fees The ftraits to which you're driven; and, as he knows
Cato's high worth, is anxious for your life.
Cato. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. Would he fave Cato, bid him fpare his country. Tell your dictator this; and tell him, Caro Difdains a life which he has pow'r to offer.
Dec. Rome and her fenators fubmit to Calar Her gen'rals and her confuls are no more, Who check'd his conquests, and denied his umphs
Why will not Cato be this Cefar's friend! Cato. Thofe very reafons thou haft urg'1⁄2, forbid it.
Dec. Cato, I've orders to expoftulate, And reafon with you, as from friend to friend Think on the ftorm that gathers o'er your heat, And threatens ev'ry hour to burft upon it. Still may you ftand high in your country's be nours ;
Do but comply, and make your peace wa Cæfar,
Rome will rejoice, and caft its eyes on Cato, As on the fecond of mankind.
Calo. No more:
I must not think on life on fuch conditions. Dec. Cæfar is well acquainted with your
And therefore fets this value on your life. Let him but know the price of Cate's fri fhip,
And name your terms.
Cato. Bid him difband his legions, Reftore the commonwealth to liberty, Submit his actions to the public cenfure, And ftand the judgment of a Roman fenatt Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend. Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of yo wildom
Cato. Nay more-tho' Cato's voice was employ'd
To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes,
Mar. Fathers, this moment, as I watch'd the Myfelf will mount the roftrum in his favour,
And ftrive to gain his pardon from the peop Dec. A ftile like this becomes a conqueror Cato. Decius, a ftyle like this becomes a R
Dec. What is a Roman, that is Cæfar's fr Cato. Greater than Cæfar: he's a friend »
Dec. Confider, Cato, you're in Utica, you don't now thunder in the capitol, And at the head of your own little fenate; With all the mouths of Rome to fecond you.
Cato. Let him confider that, who drives es
'Tis Cæfar's fword has made Rome's fenate litt And thinn'd its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled Beholds this man in a falfe glaring light, Which conqueft and fuccefs have thrown op him;
Did'st thou but view him right, thou'd e him black
murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes strike my soul with horror but to name 'em. ow thou look'st on me, as on a wretch with ills, and cover'd with misfortunes; by the gods I swear, millions of worlds I never buy me to be like that Cæsar. c. Does Cato send this answer back to Cæsar,
And all the virtues we can crowd into it;
That Heaven may say it ought to be prolong'd.
Juba, the Roman senate has resolv'd,
his gen'rous cares and proffer'd friend-Till time gives better prospects, still to keep
o. His cares for me are insolent and vain :
e a man; you rush on your destruction.
. Cato, we thank thee.
hudder in the midst of all his conquests.
Jub. The resolution fits a Roman senate.
(Alas! I thought not then his death so near!)
Cato. Juba, thy father was a worthy prince,
In spite of all the fortitude that shines
seems fond of life; but what is life?
rve their country with as warm a zeal,
2. Come; no more, Sempronius:
little interval, this pause of life,
Cato, my resentments
critic'd to Rome-I stand reprov'd.
rivate voice is drown'd amidst the senate's. to. Then let us rise, my friends, and strive
The kings of Afric sought him for their friend;
Jub. My father drew respect from foreign
In distant worlds, on t' other side the sun;
Jub. I would not boast the greatness of my
But point out new alliances to Cato.
Doubling the native horror of the war,
Cato. And canst thou think
Cato will fly before the sword of Cæsar!
Jub. Cato, perhaps
I'm too officious; but my forward cares
pant for virtue;
And all my soul endeavours at perfection. Cato. Dost thou love watchings, abstinence, and toil,
Laborious virtues all? Learn them from Cato: Success and fortune must thou learn from Cæsar. Jub. The best good fortune that can fall on Juba,
The whole success at which my heart aspires, Depends on Cato.
Cato. What does Juba say? Thy words confound me.
Juba. I would fain retract them.
Give 'em me back again: they aim'd at nothing.
Cato. Tell me thy wish, young prince, make
not my ear
A stranger to thy thoughts.
Jub. O, they're extravagant;
Still let me hide them.
Cato. What can Juba ask
That Cato will refuse?
Jub. I fear to name it :
Marcia-inherits all her father's virtues.
Cato. Adieu, young prince; I would not hear a word
Should lessen thee in my esteem. Remember
Sy. How's this, my prince? What,
You look as if yon stern philosopher
Had just now chid you.
Jub. Syphax, I'm undone.
Sy. I know it well.
Jub. Cato thinks meanly of me.
Sy. And so will all mankind.
Jub. I've open'd to hiin
In ev'ry word, would now lose all its sweetnes Cato's displeas'd, and Marcia lost for ever.
Sy. Young prince, I yet could give you good advice,
Marcia might still be yours.
Jub. What say'st thou, Syphax? By Heavens, thou turn'st me all into attention Sy. Marcia might still be yours. Jub. As how, dear Syphax?
Sy. Juba commands Numidia's hardy troos Mounted on steeds unus'd to the restraint Of curbs or bits, and fleeter than the winds. Give but the word, we'll snatch this damsel And bear her off.
Jub. Can such dishonest thoughts Rise up in man? Wouldst thou seduce my yo To do an act that would destroy my honour! Sy. Gods, I could tear my hair to hear Honour's a fine imaginary notion, That draws in raw and unexperiene'd men To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow. Jub. Wouldst thou degrade thy prince ins
Sy. The boasted ancestors of these great me Whose virtues you admire, were all such ne
This dread of nations, this almighty Rome, That comprehends in her wide empire's bound [Exit. All under heaven, was founded on a rape; Your Scipios, Caesars, Pompeys, and your Car cover'd (The gods on earth) are all the spurious brood Of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines.
The weakness of my soul, my love for Marcia. Sy. Cato's a proper person to intrust
A love-tale with!
Jub. O, I could pierce my heart,
My foolish heart. Was ever wretch like Juba?
I've known young Juba rise before the sun,
Jub. Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles. Sy. Indeed, my prince, you want to know world.
You have not read mankind; your youth
The throes and swellings of a Roman soul, Cato's bold flights, th' extravagance of virtue Jub. If knowledge of the world makes perfidious,
May Juba ever live in ignorance!
Sy. Go, go; you're young. Jub. Gods, must I tamely bear This arrogance unanswer'd? Thou'rt a traitor, A false old traitor.