At once to torture and to please my foul, Swell'd up fo high he could not utter more, JUBA. Alas, thy ftory melts away my foul. That beft of fathers! how fhall I discharge The gratitude and duty, which I owe him! SY PHAX. By laying up his counfels in your heart. JUBA. His counfels bade me yield to thy directions:: When not a breath of wind flies o'er its furface.. SYPHAX. Alas, my prince, I'd guide you to your fafety. JUBA. I do believe thou would't; but tell me how? Than wound my honour. SYPHAX. Rather fay your love. JUBA. Syphax, I've promis'd to preferve my temper. SY PHA X. Believe me, prince, 'tis hard to conquer love, But eafy to divert and break its force: Abfence might cure it, or a fecond mistress Light up another flame, and put out this. The glowing dames of Zaina's royal court Have faces flusht with more exalted charms. The fun, that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks: Were you with thefe, my prince, you'd foon forget The pale unripen'd beauties of the North. JUBA. 'Tis not a fet of features, or complexion, Dwell Dwell in her looks, and with becoming grace SYPHA X. How does your tongue grow wanton in her praise ! But on my knees I beg you would confider Enter MARCIA and LUCIA. JUBA. Hah! Syphax, is 't not fhe !-She moves this way: And with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter. My heart beats thick-I pr'y thee, Syphax, leave me. SY PHAX. Ten thousand curfes faften on them both! Now will this woman with a fingle glance JUBA, MARCIA, LUCIA. JUBA. Hail charming maid, how does thy beauty fmooth The face of war, and make ev'n horror fmile! And for a while forget th' approach of Cæfar. MARCIA. I should be griev'd, young prince, to think my prefence Unbent your thoughts, and flacken'd them to arms, While, warm with flaughter, our victorious foe Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field. JUBA. JUBA. O Marcia, let me hope thy kind concerns The thought will give new vigour to my arm, MARCIA. My prayers and wishes always fhall attend JUBA. That Juba may deferve thy pious cares, I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father, Transplanting, one by one, into my life His bright perfections, till I fhine like him. MARCIA. My father never at a time like this Would lay out his great foul in words, and wafte JUBA. Thy reproofs are juft, Thou virtuous maid; I'll haften to my troops, [Exit. LUCIA. Marcia, you're too severe : How could you chide the young good-natur'd prince, MARCIA. "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 truft myself to hear him talk. LUCIA. Why will you fight against so sweet a paffion, And fteel your heart to such a world of charms? MARCIA. How, Lucia! would't thou have me fink away In pleafing dreams, and lose myself in love, When every moment Cato's life's at ftake? Cæfar comes arm'd with terror and revenge, And aims his thunder at my father's head: Should not the fad occafion swallow up My other cares, and draw them all into it? LUCIA. Why have not I this conftancy of mind, Who have fo many griefs to try its force? Sure, nature form'd me of her softest mould, Enfeebled all my foul with tender paffions, And funk me ev'n below my own weak fex: Pity and love, by turns, oppress my heart. MARCIA. |