PORTIU S. Heaven knows I pity thee: behold my eyes Ev'n whilst I speak.-Do they not swim in tears? Were but my heart as naked to thy view, Marcus would fee it bleed in his behalf. MARCUS. Why then doft treat me with rebukes, instead Of kind condoling cares and friendly forrow? PORTIU S. O Marcus, did I know the way to ease Thy troubled heart, and mitigate thy pains, Marcus, believe me, I could die to do it. MARCU S. Thou beft of brothers, and thou beft of friends! Pardon a weak diftemper'd foul, that fwells With fudden gufts, and finks as foon in calms, The fport of paffions-But Sempronius comes : He must not find this softness hanging on me. [Exit. SCENE II. SEMPRONIUS. Confpiracies no fooner fhould be form'd Than executed. What means Portius here? SEMPRONIUS, PORTIUS. SEM PRONIUS. Good morrow, Portius! let us once embrace, Once more embrace; whilft yet we both are free. To To-morrow should we thus express our friendship, This fun perhaps, this morning fun, 's the laft PORTIU S. My father has this morning call'd together To this poor hall his little Roman Senate (The leavings of Pharfalia), to confult If yet he can oppose the mighty torrent That bears down Rome, and all her gods, before it, Or must at length give up the world to Cæfar. SEMPRONIUS. Not all the pomp and majefty of Rome They ftrike with fomething like religious fear, Of armies flush'd with conqueft: O my Portius, To thy friend's vows: I might be bless'd indeed! PORTIU S. Alas! Sempronius, would'st thou talk of love To Marcia, whilft her father's life's in danger? Thou might'ft as well court the pale trembling Vestal, When the beholds the holy flame expiring. SEMPRONIUS. The more I fee the wonders of thy race, The more I'm charm'd. Thou must take heed, my Portius ! The The world has all its eyes on Cato's fon. PORTIU S. Well doft thou feem to check my lingering here On this important hour-I'll strait away; And while the fathers of the Senate meet In clofe debate, to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the foldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. I'll thunder in their ears their country's caufe, And try to rouze up all that 's Roman in them. 'Tis not in mortals to command fuccefs, But we 'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deferve it. SEMPRONIUS. Curfe on the ftripling! How he apes his fire! Old Syphax comes not; his Numidian genius Are bars to my ambition. Cæfar's favour, [Exit. That showers down greatnefs on his friends, will raife ine To Rome's first honours. If I give up Cato, I claim in my reward his captive daughter. But Syphax comes !— SCENE III. SYPHAX, SEMPRONIUS. SY PHA X. -Sempronius, all is ready. I've founded my Numidians, man by man, And wait but the command to change their mafter. Believe me, Syphax, there's no time to waste ; Ev'n whilst we speak, our conqueror comes on, And gathers ground upon us every moment. Alas thou know'ft not Cæfar's active foul, With what a dreadful course he rushes on From war to war: in vain has nature form'd Mountains and oceans to oppofe his passage; He bounds o'er all, victorious in his march; The Alps and Pyreneans fink before him; Through winds, and waves, and storms, he works his way, Impatient for the battle: one day more Will fet the victor thundering at our gates. SYPHA X. -Alas! he 's loft, He's loft, Sempronius; all his thoughts are full (For (For every inftant I expect him here) If yet I can fubdue those stubborn principles SEMPRONIUS. Be fure to prefs upon him every motive. SY PHAX. But is it true, Sempronius, that your Senate Our frauds, unless they 're cover'd thick with art. Let me alone, good Syphax, I'll conceal A worn-out trick: wouldst thou be thought in earneft? Clothe thy feign'd zeal in rage, in fire, in fury! SY PHAX. In troth, thou 'rt able to inftruct grey-hairs, And teach the wily African deceit ! SEMPRONIUS. Once more, be fure to try thy skill on Juba; Mean while I'll haften to my Roman foldiers, |