O fortunate mistake! JUBA. MARCI A. O happy Marcia ! JUBA. My joy! my best belov'd! my only wish! How shall I speak the transport of my soul ! MARCIA. Lucia, thy arm! oh let me reft upon it!-- Lead to my apartment. O prince! I blush to think what I have faid, [Ex. MARC. and Luc. JUBA. I am fo blefs'd, I fear 'tis all a dream. Fortune, thou now haft made amends for all Thy past unkindness. I abfolve my ftars. What though Numidia add her conquer'd towns And provinces to swell the victor's triumph? Juba will never at his fate repine, Let Cæfar have the world, if Marcia 's mine. [Exit. A A march at a distance. Enter CATO and LUCIUS. LUCIU S. J ftand astonish'd! what, the bold Sempronius! That ftill broke foremost through the croud of patriots, As with a hurricane of zeal transported, And virtuous ev'n to madness---- САТО. Trust me, Lucius, Our civil difcords have produced fuch crimes, ---- -O Lucius, I am fick of this bad world! The day-light and the fun grow painful to me. Enter PORTIUS. But fee where Portius comes! what means this hafte ? Why are thy looks thus chang'd? PORTIU S. My heart is griev'd. I bring fuch news as will afflict my father. САТО. Has Cæfar fhed more Roman blood? PORTIU S. Not fo, The traitor Syphax, as within the square To the fouth gate, where Marcus holds the watch. САТО. Perfidious men! but hafte my fon, and fee Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. [Exit PORTIUS. -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me: Juftice gives way to force: the conquer'd world Is Cæfar's: Cato has no business in it. LUCIU S. While pride, oppreffion, and injuftice reign, The world will still demand her Cato's prefence. In pity to mankind, fubmit to Cæfar, And reconcile thy mighty foul to life. САТО. Would Lucius have me live to fwell the number Of Cæfar's flaves, or by a base submission LUCIUS. The victor never will impofe on Cato Ungenerous terms. His enemies confefs The virtues of humanity are Cæfar's. САТО. Curfe on his virtues! they've undone his country. Such popular humanity is treason But fee young Juba! the good youth appears Full of the guilt of his perfidious fubjects. LUCIUS. LUCIU S. Alas, poor prince! his fate deferves compaffion. Enter JUBA. JUBA. I blush, and am confounded to appear Before thy prefence, Cato. Alas! young prince, up in every foil, The product of all climes--Rome has its Cæfars. JUBA. 'Tis generous thus to comfort the diftrefs'd. САТО. 'Tis juft to give applause where 'tis deferv'd; Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortune, Like pureft gold, that, tortur'd in the furnace, Comes out more bright, and brings forth all its weight. JUBA. What fhall I anfwer thee ? my ravish'd heart Enter PORTIUS haftily. PORTIU S. Misfortune on misfortune! grief on grief! My brother Marcus САТО. Ha! what has he done? Has he forfook his poft? has he given way ? PORTIUS. Scarce had I left my father, but I met him САТО. I'm fatisfy'd. PORTIUS. Nor did he fall before His fword had pierc'd through the false heart of Syphax: Yonder he lies. I faw the hoary traitor Grin in the pangs of death, and bite the ground. САТО. |