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. I have gone too far. [Aside. A blind officious zeal to serve my king b. Cato shall know the baseness of thy soul. The ruling principle, that ought to burn I must appease this storm, or perish in it. And quench all others in a subject's heart. [Aside. Happy the people who preserve their honour By the same duties that oblige their prince. Jub. Syphax, thou now beginn'st to speak thy self,

ng prince, behold these locks, that are grown white

eath a helmet in your father's battles. Those locks shall ne'er protect thy inso


Must one rash word, th' infirmity of age, w down the merit of my better years? the reward of a whole life of service! arse on the boy! how steadily he hears me!


. Is it because the throne of my forefathers stands untill'd, and that Numidia's crown gs doubtful yet whose head it shall inclose, thus presum'st to treat thy prince with scorn?

Why will you rive my heart with such expressions!

not old Syphax follow you to war? tare his aims? Why does he load with darts rembling hand, and crush beneath a casque wrinkled brows? What is it he aspires to? aot this: to shed the slow remains, 1st poor ebb of blood in your defence?" b. Syphax, no more: I would not hear you talk.

. Not hear me talk! what, when my faith to Juba,

oyal master's son, is call'd in question? rince may strike me dead, and I'll be dumb; whilst I live I must not hold my tongue, anguish out old age in his displeasure.

Thou know'st the way too well into my heart.

believe thee loyal to thy prince."

. What greater instance can I give? I've offer'd

o an action which my soul abhors, gain you whom you love at any price. 5. Was this thy motive? I've been too hasty. . And 'tis for this my prince has call'd me traitor.

Sure thou mistak'st; I did not call thee so. . You did indeed, my prince, you call'd me traitor;

further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato. hat,my prince,would you complain to Cato? Syphax loves you, and would sacrifice ife, nay more, his honour, in your service? E. Syphax, I know thou lov'st me; but indeed

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Numidia's grown a scorn among the nations,
For breach of public vows. Our Punic faith
Is infamous, and branded to a proverb.
Syphax, we'll join our cares, to purge away
Our country's crimes, and clear her reputation.
Sy. Believe me, prince, you make old Syphax

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Enter Sempronius.
All hail, Sempronius!
Well, Cato's senate is resolv'd to wait
The fury of a siege before it yields.


Sem. Syphax, we both were on the verge of [fer'd Lucius declar'd for peace, and terms were of To Cato, by a messenger from Cæsar. Should they submit ere our designs are ripe, We both miast perish in the common wreck, Lost in the gen'ral undistinguish'd ruin.

Sy. But how stands Cato?

Sem. Thou hast seen mount Atlas: While storins and tempests thunder on its brows, And oceans break their billows at his feet, It stands unmov'd, and glories in its height: Such is that haughty man; his tow'ring soul, Midst all the shocks and injuries of fortune, Rises superior, and looks down on Cæsar.

Sy. But, what's this messenger? Sem. I've practisd with him, Aud found a means to let the victor know That Syphax and Sempronius are his friends. Xx 2


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But let me now examine in my turn:
Is Juba fix'd?

Sy. Yesbut it is to Cato:

Marc. Portius, thou know'st my soul in all
its weakness,

Then pr'ythee spare me on its tender side.
Indulge me but in love, my other passions
Shall rise and fall by virtue's nicest rules.
Por. When love's well-tim'd, 'tis not a fanl
to love.

I've tried the force of every reason on him,
Sooth'd and caress'd; been angry, sooth'd again:
Laid safety, life, and int'rest in his sight.
But all are vain, he scorns them all for Cato.
Sem. Come, 'tis no matter; we shall do with-The
out him.

He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph,
And serve to trip before the victor's chariot.
Syphax, I now may hope thou hast forsook
Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
Sy. May she be thine as fast as thou wouldst
have her!

Sem. Syphax, I love that woman; tho' I curse
Her and myself, yet, spite of me, I love her.

Sy. Make Cato sure, and give up Utica, Cæsar will ne'er refuse thee such a trifle. But are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt? Does the sedition catch from man to man, And run among their ranks ?

Sem. All, all is ready.

The factious leaders are our friends, that spread
Murmurs and discontents among the soldiers;
They count their toilsome marches, long fa-

Unusual fastings, and will bear no more
This medley of philosophy and war.
Within an hour they'll storm the senate-house.
Sy. Meanwhile I'll draw up my Numidian

Within the square, to exercise their arms,
And, as I see occasion, favour thee.
I laugh to think how your unshaken Cato
Will look aghast, while unforeseen destruction
Pours in upon him thus from every side.

So where our wide Numidian wastes extend,
Sudden, th' impetuous hurricanes descend,
Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play,
Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains

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strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the
Sink in the soft captivity together.

I would not urge thee to dismiss thy passion.
(I know 'twere vain) but to suppress its force,
Till better times may make it look more grat

Marc. Alas! thou talk'st like one who nev

Th' impatient throbs and longings of a soul
That pants and reaches after distant good.
A lover does not live by vulgar time:
Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's absence
Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden;
And yet, when I behold the charming maid,
I'm ten times more undone; while hope and
And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once,
And with variety of pain distract me.

Por. What can thy Portius do to give

Marc. Portius, thou oft enjoy'st the fair or

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Enjoys the noon-day breeze! Observe her, Portius; But, O! I'll think no more! the hand of fate
hat face, that shape, those eyes, that heaven of Has torn thee from me, and I must forget thee.
Por. Hard-hearted, cruel maid!
Luc. O stop those sounds,

Observe her well, and blame me if thou canst.
Por. She sees us, and advances-
Marc. I'll withdraw,

Those killing sounds! Why dost thou frown

upon me?

nd leave you for a while. Remember, Portius, by brother's life depends upon thy tongue.


Enter Lucia.

Luc. Did not I see your brother Marcus here?
hy did he fly the place, and shun my presence?
Por. O Lucia language is too faint to shew
3 rage of love; it preys upon his life;
pines, he sickens, he despairs, he dies:
$ passions and his virtues lie confus'd,
id mixt together in so wild a tumult,
at the whole man is quite disfigur'd in him.
avens! would one think 'twere possible for
make such ravage in a noble soul? [love
ucia! I'm distrest; my heart bleeds for him:
anow, while thus I stand blest in thy presence,
ecret damp of grief comes o'er my thoughts,
I'm unhappy, tho' thou smil'st upon me.
c. How wilt thou guard thy honour, in
the shock
love and friendship? Think betimes, my
ink how the nuptial tie, that might ensure
t mutual bliss, would raise to such a height
brother's griefs, as might perhaps destroy


My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave,
And life itself goes out at thy displeasure.
The gods forbid us to indulge our loves;
But, O! I cannot bear thy hate, and live.

Por. Talk not of love, thou never knew'st its

I've been deluded, led into a dream
Of fancied bliss. O Lucia, cruel maid!
Thy dreadful vow,loaden with death, still sounds
In my stunn 'd ears. What shall I say or do?
Quick let us part! Perdition's in thy presence,
And horror dwells about thec!-Ha! she faints!
Wretch that I am, what has my rashness done!
Lucia, thou injur'd innocence! thou best
And loveliest of thy sex! awake, my Lucia,
Or Portius rushes on his sword to join thee.

Her imprecations reach not to the tomb,
They shut not out society in death—
But, ah! she moves, life wanders up and down
Thro' all her face, and lights up ev'ry charm.

Luc. O Portius, was this well-to frown on her
That lives upon thy smiles? to call in doubt
The faith of one expiring at thy feet,
That loves thee more than ever woman lov'd?
-What do I say? My half-recover'd sense
Forgets the vow in which my soul is bound.
Destruction stands betwixt us; we must part.
Por. Name not the word my frighted"
thoughts run back,

And startle into madness at the sound.
Luc. What wouldst thou have me do? Con-
sider well

The train of ills our love would draw behind it.
Think, Portius, think thou seest thy dying

or. Alas, poor youth! what dost thou think, my Lucia?


gen rous, open, undesigning heart
begg'd his rival to solicit for him ;
a do not strike him dead with a denial
hold him up in life, and cheer his soul
the faint glimm'ring of a doubtful hope :
aps when we have pass'd these gloomy hours,
I weather'd out the storm that beats about


c. No, Portius, no; I see thy sister's tears, father's anguish, and thy brother's death, le pursuit of our ill-fated loves:

Portins, here I swear, to Heaven I swear, Heaven and all the powers that judge mankind,

er to mix my plighted hands with thine,
ile such a cloud of mischiefs hang about us,
to forget our loves, and drive thee out
n all my thoughts as far as I am able.
or. What hast thou said? I'm thunder-



se hasty words, or I am lost for ever. uc. Has not the vow already pass'd my lips? gods have heard it, and 'tis seal'd in heaven. all the vengeance that was ever pour'd perjur'd heads o'erwhelm me if I break; it ! or. Fix'd in astonishment, I gaze upon thee, one just blasted by a stroke from Heaven, o pants for breath, and stiffens, yet alive, Ireadful looks; a monument of wrath! ue. At length I've acted my severest part : el the woman breaking in upon me, I melt about my heart; my tears will flow.


Stabb'd at his heart,and all besmear'd with blood,
Storming at Heaven and thee! Thy awful sire
Sternly demands the cause, th' accursed cause,
That robs him of his son: poor Marcia trembles,
Then tears her hair, and, frantic in her griefs,
Calls out on Lucia. What could Lucia answer,
Or how stand up in such a scene of sorrow?

Por. To my confusion, and eternal grief,
I must approve the sentence that destroys me.
The mist that hung about my mind clears up;
And now, athwart the terrors that thy row
Has planted round thee, thou appear st more fair,
More amiable, and risest in thy charms.
Loveliest of women! Heaven is in thy soul;
Beauty and virtue shine for ever round thee,
Brightning each other: thou art all divine.
Luc. Portius, no more; thy words shoot
thro' my heart,

Melt my resolves, and turn me all to love.
Why are those tears of fondness in thy eyes?
Why heaves thy heart? why swells thy soul
with sorrow?

It softens me too much-farewel, my Portius:
Farewel, tho' death is in the word-for ever!


Por. Stay, Lucia, stay! What dost thou say?

For ever?

Por. A second, louder yet,

Swells in the winds, and comes more full upon us. Luc. Have I not sworn? If, Portius,thy success Marc. O, for some glorious cause to fall in batMust throw thy brother on his fate, farewel-Lucia, thou hast undone me; thy disdain (tle! O, how shall I repeat the word, for ever! [flame Has broke my heart: 'tis death must give me case. Por. Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady Por. Quick, let us hence. Who knows if Hangs quiv'ring on a point, leaps off by fits, And falls again, as loth to quit its hold. [thee, -Thou must not go; my soul still hovers o'er And can't let loose.

Luc. If the firm Portius shakes

To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers! Por. "Tis true, unruffled and serene, I've met The common accidents of life; but here

Cato's life

Stands sure? O Marcus, I am warm'd, my bart Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns glory. [Ere

Enter Sempronius with the Leaders of the Mutu Sem. At length 'the winds are rais'd, the storm blows high:

Such an unlook'd-for storm of ills falls on me,Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up It beats down all my strength. I cannot bear it. In its full fury, and direct it right,

We must not part.

Luc. What dost thou say? Not part! Hast thou forgot the vow that I have made? Are there not heavens, and gods, that thunder

o'er us?

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Marc. Thy down-cast looks, and thy disorder'd thoughts

Tell me my fate. I ask not the success
My cause has found.

Por. I'm griev'd I undertook it.
Marc. What! does the barbarous maid insult
my heart,

My aching heart, and triumph in my pains?
That I could cast her from my thoughts for ever!
Por. Away, you're too suspicious in your griefs;
Lucia, though sworn never to think of love,
Compassionates your pains, and pities you.
Marc.Compassionates my pains,and pities me!
What is compassion, when 'tis void of love?
Fool that I was to choose so cold a friend
To urge my cause!-Compassionates my pains!
Pr'ythee, what art, what rhet'ric didst thou use
To gain this mighty boon ?-She pitics me!
To one that asks the warm return of love,
Compassion's cruelty, 'tis scorn, 'tis death-
Por. Marcus, no more; have I deserv'd this

Marc. What have I said! O Portius, O, forgive me!

A soul exasperate in ills falls out

With ev'ry thing, its friend, itself-but, ha!
What means that shout, big with the sounds
What new alarms?

Till it has spent itself on Cato's head. Meanwhile I'll herd among his friends,and seem One of the number, that whate'er arrive,

My friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe.


1st Leader. We are all safe, Sempronius is
our friend.

Sempronius is as brave a man as Cato.
But hark! he enters. Bear up boldly to him;
Be sure you beat him down, and bind him fast.
This day will end our toils, and give us rest:
Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend.
Re-enter Sempronius, with Cato, Lucius, Pe
tius, and Marcus.

Cato. Where are these bold intrepid sons of war That greatly turn their backs upon the foe, And to their general send a brave defiance? Sen. Curse on their dastard souls, they stand astonish'd.

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Cato. Perfidious then! And will you the


Your past exploits, and sully all your wars?
Do you confess 'twas not a zeal for Rome,
Nor love of liberty, nor thirst of honour,
Drew you thus far; but hopes to share the spo
Of conquer'd towns, and plunder'd provinces
Fir'd with such motives, you do well to join
With Cato's foes, and follow Cæsar's banners.
Why did I 'scape th' envenom'd aspic's rage,
And all the fiery monsters of the desert,
To see this day? Why could not Cato fall
Without your guilt? Behold, ungrateful met,
Behold my bosom naked to your swords,
And let the man that's injur'd strike the blow.
Which of you all suspects that he is wrong,
Or thinks he suffers greater ills than Cato?
Am I distinguish'd from you but by toils,
Superior toils, and heavier weight of cares?
Painful pre-eminence!

Sem. By heavens they droop!
Confusion to the villains; all is lost. [Aside
Cato. Have you forgotten Libya's burning


Its barren rocks, parch'd earth, and hills of sand,
Its tainted air, and all its broods of poison?
Who was the first to explore th' untrodden path,
of When life was hazarded in ev'ry step?
Or, fainting in the long laborious march,
When on the banks of an unlook d-for stream


You sunk the river with repeated draughts,
Who was the last in all your host that thirsted?
Sem. If some penurious source by chance
Scanty of waters, when you scoop'd it dry,
And offer'd the full helmet up to Cato,
Did he not dash th' untasted moisture from him?
Did he not lead you through the mid-day sun,
And clouds of dust? Did not his temples glow,
In the same sultry winds, and scorching heats?
Cato. Hence, worthless men! hence! and
complain to Cæsar,

You could not undergo the toil of war,
Nor bear the hardships that your leader bore.
Luc. See, Cato, see the anhappy men; they

Fear and remorse, and sorrow for their crime,
Appear in ev'ry look, and plead for mercy.
Cato. Learn to be honest men, give up your

And pardon shall descend on all the rest.
Sem. Cato, commit these wretches to my care:
First let 'em each be broken on the rack;
Then, with what life remains, impal'd, and left
To writhe at leisure round the bloody stake;
There let 'em hang, and taint the southern wind.
The partners of their crime will learn obedience,
When they look up and see their fellow traitors
Stuck on a fork, and black'ning in the sun.
Luc. Sempronius, why, why wilt thou urge

the fate

Of wretched men?

Sem. How wouldst thou clear rebellion? Lucius (good man) pities the poor offenders That would imbrue their hands in Cato's blood. Cato. Forbear, Sempronius!—see they suffer death,

2d Lead. Nay, now you carry it too far, Sempronius;

Throw off the mask, there are none here but friends.

Sem. Know, villains, when such paltry slaves

To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds,
They're thrown neglected by: but if it fails,
They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do.
Here, take these factious monsters, drag 'em forth
To sudden death.

1st Lead. Nay, since it comes to this-
Sem. Dispatch 'em quick; but first pluck out
their tongues,

Lest with their dying breath they sow sedition. [Exeunt Guards, with the Leaders. Enter Syphax.

Sy. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd abor Still there remains an after game to play: [tive: My troops are mounted; their Numidian steeds Snuff up the wind, and long to scour the desert: Let but Sempronius head us in our flight, We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard, And hewdown all that would oppose our passage. A day will bring us into Cæsar's camp.

Sem. Confusion! I have fail'd of half my pur pose.

Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind! Sy. How will Sempronius turn a woman's slave?

Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love. Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty maid, And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion : When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off.

Sy. Well said! that's spoken like thyself, Sempronius.

What hinders, then, but that thou find her out, hurry her away by manly force?

But in their deaths remember they are men ;
Strun not the laws to make their tortures griev-And
Lucius, the base degen rate age requires [ous.
Severity, and justice in its rigour:

This awes an impious, bold, offending world,
Commands obedience, and gives force to laws.
When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish,
The gods behold their punishment with pleasure,
And lay th' uplifted thunderbolt aside.

Sem. Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure.
Cato. Meanwhile we'll sacrifice to liberty.
Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights,
The gen'rous plan of pow'r deliver'd down,
From age to age, by your renown d forefathers,
So dearly bought, the price of so much blood :)
O let it never perish in your hands!
Bot piously transmit it to your children.
Do thou, great Liberty, inspire our souls,
And make our lives in thy possession happy,
Ur our deaths glorious in thy just defence.
[Exeunt Cato, &c.
1st Leader. Sempronius, you have acted like

One would have thought you had been half in


Sem. Villain, stand off! base, grov'ling. worthless wretches,

Mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors!

Sem. But how to gain admisison? For access Is given to none but Juba, and her brothers. Sy. Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's


The doors will oren when Numidia's prince Seems to appear before the slaves that watch them. Sem. Heavens, what a thought is there!

Marcia's my own!

How will my bosom swell with anxious joy
When I behold her struggling in my arms,
With glowing beauty, and disorder & charms,
While fear and anger, with alternate grace,
Pant in her breast, and vary in her face!
So Pluto, seis'd of Proserpine, convey'd
To hell's tremendous gloom th' affrighted maid,
There grimly smil'd, pleas'd with the beauteous

Nor envied Jove his sunshine and his skies.


Enter Lucia and Marcia.

Luc. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy soul,
If thou believ'st 'tis possible for woman
To suffer greater ill than Lucia suffers ?

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