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But chains, or conquest; liberty, or death. Juba. If knowledge of the world makes men
May Juba ever live in ignorance!
Syph. Go, go; you're young.
er'd with confusion ? This arrogance unanswer'd! 'thour't a traitor, You look as if yon stern philosopher
A false old traitor. Had just now chid you.
Syph. I have gone too far. [4side. Juba. Syphax, I'm undone!
Juba, Cato shall know the baseness of thy Syph. I know it well.
soul. Juba. Cato thinks meanly of me.
Syph. I must appease this storm, or perish Syph. And so will all mankind.
Aside. Juba. I've open'd to him
Young prince, behold these locks, that are The weakness of my soul, my love for Marcia.
Syph. Cato's a proper person to intrust Beneath a helmet in your father's battles. A love tale with !
Juba. Those locks shall ne'er protect thy Juba. Oh, I could pierce my heart,
insolence. My foolish heart !
Syph. Must one rash word, the infirmity of Syph. Alas, my prince, how are you chang’d
age, of late!
Throw down the merit of my beller years? I've known young Juba rise« before the sun, This the reward of a whole life of service! To bcat the thicket, where the tiger slept, Curse on the boy! how steadily he hears me! Or seek the lion in his dreadful haunts.
[Aside. I've seen you,
Juba. Is it because the throne of
foreEv'n in the Libyan dog-days, bunt him down,
fathers Then charge him close,
Still stands unfill'd, and that Numidia's crown And, stooping from your horse,
Hangs doubtful yet whose head it shall enclose, Rivet the panting savage to the ground. Thou thus presum'st to treat thy prince with Juba. Pr’ythee, no more.
scorn? Syph. How would the old king smile, Syph. Why will you rive my heart with To see you weigh the paws, when tipp'd with
such expressions? gold,
Does not old Syphax follow you to war! And throw the shaggy spoils about your shoul- What are his airns? to shed the slow remains, ders!
His last poor ebb of blood in your defence ? Juba. Syphax, this old man's talk, though Juba. Syphax, no more! I would not hear
honey flow'd In ev'ry word, would now lose all its sweetness.
Syph. Not hear me talk! what, when my Cato's displeas'd, and Marcia lost for ever.
faith to Juba, Syph. Young prince, yet could give you My royal master's son, is call'd in question? good advice;
My prince may strike me dead, and I'll be dumb; Marcia might still be yours,
But whilst I live I must not hold my tongue, Juba. As how, dear Syphax ?
And languish out old age in his displeasure. Syph. Juba commands Numidia's hardy Juba. Thou know'st the way too well into
Syph. What greater instance tan I give?
I've offer'd And hear her off.
To do an action which my soul abhors, Juba. Can such dishonest thoughts
And gain you
love, at any price. Rise up in man! Wouldst thou seduce my youth To do an act that would destroy mine honour?
Juba. Was this thy motive? I have been Syph. Gods, I could tear my hair to hear
Syph. And 'tis for this my prince has calld Honour's a fine imaginary notion,
me traitor. That draws in raw and inexperienc'd men
Juba. Sure thou mistak'st; I did not call To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow. Juba. Wouldst thou degrade thy prince Syph. You did indeed, my prince, you called into a ruffian?
me traitor. Syph. The boasted ancestors of these great Nay, further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato.
of what, my prince, would you complain to
Cato? Whose virtues you admire, were all such ruffians.
That Syphax loves you, and would sacrifice This dread of nations, this almighty Rome,
His life, nay more, his honour, in your service? That comprehends in her wide empire's bounds Juba. Syphax, I know thou lov'st me; but All under heav'n, was founded on a rape;
indeed Your Scipios, Caesars, Pompeys, and your Catos Thy zeal for Juba carried thee too far. (The gods on earth), are all the spurious blood Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, Of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines. The noble mind's distinguishing perfection,
Juba. Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine That aids and strengthens virtue where it meels Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles.
her, Syph. Indeed, my prince, you want to know And imitates her actions where she is not: the world.
It ought not to be sported with.
Syph. Believe me, prince, you make old Sy- Unusual fastings, and will bear no more phar weep
This medley of philosophy and war. To hear you talk-but 'tis with tears of joy. Within an hour they'll storm the senate-house. If e'er your father's crown adorn your brows, Syph. Meanwhile I'll draw up my NumiNumidia will be blest by Cato's lectures.
dian troops Juba. Syphar, thy hand; we'll mutually forget Within the square, to exercise their arms, The warmth of youth, and frowardness of age: And, as I see occasion, favour thee. Thy prince esteems thy worth, and loves thy I laugh to see how your unshaken Cato person.
Will look aghast, while unforeseen destruction If e'er the sceptre come into my hand, Pours in upon him thus from every side. Sypbar shall stand the second in my kingdom. Syph. Why will you o'erwhelm my age So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend, with kindness?
Sudden th' impetuous hurricanes descend, My joys grow burdensome, I shan't support it. Wheel through th' air, in circling eddies play, Juba. Syphax, farewell
. I'll hence, and try Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains to find
away. Some blest occasion, that may set me right The helpless traveller, with wild surprise, lo Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man Sees the dry desert all around him rise, Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admir- And, smother'd in the dusty whirlwind, dies. [Eril.
[Exeunt. Syph. Young men soon give, and soon for
ACT III . get affronts; Old age is slow in both—A false old traitor!
SCENE I. - The Palace. These words, rash boy, may chance to cost Enter MARCUS and PORTIUS. thee dear.
Marc. Thanks to my stars, I have not rang'd My heart had still some foolish fondness for
The wilds of life, ere I could find a friend; But hence, 'tis gone! I give it to the winds:
Nature first pointed out my Portius lo me,
And early taught me, by her secret force,
To love ihy person, ere I knew thy merit,
Till what was instinct, grew up into friendship: Well, Cato's senate is resolv'd to wait
Por. Marcus, the friendships of the world The fury of a siege, before it yields. Sem. Syphax, we both were on the verge Ours has severest virtue for its basis,
Confed'racies in vice, or leagues of pleasure; of fate; Lucius declar'd for peace, and terms were of
And such a friendship ends not but with life. fer'd
Marc. Portius, thou know'st my soul in all To Gato, by a messenger from Caesar.
its weakness; Syph. But how stands Cato ?
Then, pr’ythee, spare me on its tender side; San Thou hast seen mount Atlas: Indulge me but in love, iny other passions Whilst storms and tempets thunder on its brows. Shall rise and fall by virtue's nicesi rules. And oceans break their billows at its feet, Por. When love's well tim'd, 'tis not a fault It stands unmor'd, and glories in its height:
to love. Such is that haughty man; his tow'ring ‘soulThe strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise "Midst all the shocks and injuries of fortune, Sink in the soft captivity together. Rises superior, and looks down on Caesar. Marc. Alas, thou talk'st like one that never Syph. But what's this messenger?
felt Sem. I've practis'd with him,
Th' impatient throbs and longings of a soul, And found a means to let the victor know, That pants and reaches after distant good! That Sypbas and Sempronius are his friends. A lover does not live by vulgar time: Bar let me now examine in my turn; Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's absence Is Juba fix'd ?
Lise hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; Syph. Yes—but it is to Cato.
And yet, when I behold the charming maid, Pe tried the force of ev'ry reason on him, I'm ten times more undone; wbile hope, and Scou'd and caress'd; been angry, sooth'd again;
fear, Laid safety, life, and interest in his sight; And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once, But all are vain, he scorns them all for Cato. And with variety of pain distract me. Sem. Well, 'tis no matter; we shall do Por. What can thy Portius do to give thee without him.
help? Spbas, I now may hope, thou hast forsook Marc. Portius, thou oft enjoy'st the fair onc's The Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
presence; Syph. May she be thine as fast as thou Then undertake my cause, and plead it to her wouldst have her.
With all the strength and heat of eloquence Bet are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt? Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Does the sedition catch from man to man, Tell her thy brother languishes to death, Ind run among the ranks?
And fades away, and withers in his bloom; Sem. All, all is ready;
Tbat he forgets his sleep, and loathes his food, The factious leaders are our friends, that spreads That youth, and health, and war, arc joyless Marmurs and discontents among the soldiers :
lo him ; Trey count their toilsome marches, long fa- Describe his anxious days, and restless nights tigues,
And all the torments that thou sve'st me suffer
Por. Marcus, I beg thee give me not an | Lucia. Has not the row already pass'd my office
lips? That suits with me so ill. Thou know'st my The gods have heard it, and. 'tis seal'd in bear'n. temper.
May all the vengeance that was ever pour'd Marc. Wilt thou behold me sinking in my On perjur'd heads o'erwhelm me if I break it! woes,
Por. Fix'd in astonishment, I gaze upon thee, And wilt thou not reach out a friendly arm, Like one just blasted by a stroke from hear'n, To raise me from amidst this plunge of sorrows? Who pants for breath, and stifsens, yet alive, Por. Marcus, thou canst not ask what I'd In dreadful looks; a monument of wrath! refuse;
Lucia. Think, Portius, think thou see'st thy But here, believe me, I've a thousand reasons
dying brother Marc. I know thou'lt say my passion's out Stabb'd at his heart, and all besmear'd with of season,
blood, That Cato's great example and misfortunes Storming at heav'n and thee! Thy awful sire Should both conspire to drive it from my Sternly demands the cause, th' accursed cause thoughts.
That robs him of his son:-farewell, my Portius! But what's all this to one that loves like me? Farewell, though death is in the word--for ever! O Portius, Portius, from my soul I wish Por. Thou must not go; my soul still horThou didst but know thyself what 'tis to love!
ers o'er thee, Then wouldst thou pity and assist thy brother. And can't get loose. Por. Wbat should I do? If I disclose my Lucia. If the firm Portius shake passion,
To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers! Our friendship's at an end; if I conceal it, Por. 'Tis true, unruffled and serene, l've met The world will call me false to friend and The common accidents of life; but here brother.
[Aside. Such an unlook’d-for storm of ills falls on me, Marc. But see, where Lucia, at her wonted It beats down all my strength, I cannot bear it. hour,
We must not part. Amid the cool of yon high marble arch, Lucia. Whai dost thou say? Nol part! Enjoys the noon-day breeze! Observe her, Hast thou forgot the vow that I have made ? Portius;
Are not there heavens, and gods, that thuodes That face, that shape, those eyes, that heav'n
o'er us? of beauty!
But see, thy brother Marcus, bends this way; Observe her well, and blame me if thou canst. I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell, Por. She sees us, and advances
Farewell, and know thou wrong'st me, if thou Marc. I'll withdraw,
tbink'st, And leave you for awhile. Remember, Portius, Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. Thy brother's life depends upon thy tongue.
Marc. Portius, what hopes? How stands Lucia. Did not I see your brother Marcus
she? am s doom'd here?
To life or death? Why did he fly the place, and shun
Por. What wouldst thou have me say ? Por. Ob, Lucia, language is too faint to show Marc. Thy downcast looks, and thy disorHis rage of love; it preys upon his life;
der'd thoughts, He pines, he sickens, he despairs, he dies! Tell me my fate. I ask not the success Lucia. How wilt thou guard thy honour, My cause has found. in the shock
Por. I'm griev'd I undertook it. Of lor: and friendship? Think betimes, my Marc. What, does the barbarous maid in Portius,
sult my heart, Think how the nuptial tie, that might ensure My aching heart, and triumph in my pains? Our mutual bliss, would raise to such a height Por. Away, you're too suspicious in you Thy brother's griefs, as might perhaps destroy
Lucia, though sworn never to think of love, Por. Alas, poor youth! What dost thou Compassionates your pains, and pities you. think, my Lucia?
Marc. Compassionates my pains, and pitie His gen'rous, open, undesigning heart
me! Has begg'd his rival to solicit for bim ! What is compassion when 'tis void of love Then do not strike him dead with a denial. Fool that I was to choose so cold a friend Lucia. No, Portius, no; I see thy sister's To urge my cause!-Compassionates my pains tears,
Prythee what art, what rhet'ric didst thou us Thy father's anguish, and thy brother's death, To gain this mighty boon?-She pities me! In the pursuit of our ill-fated loves : To one that asks the warm returns of love, And, Portius, here I swear, to heav'n I swear, Compassion's cruelly, 'tis scorn, 'tis death To heav'n, and all the powers that judge Por. Marcus, no more; have I deserv'd thi mankind,
treatment? Never to mix my plighted hands with thine, Marc. What have I said? Oh, Portius, o While such a cloud of mischief hangs upon us;
forgive me! But to forget our loves, and drive thee out A soul, exasperate in ills, falls out From all my thoughts—as far as I am able. With every thing—its friend, itself—but, ha! Por. What hast thou said ?-I'm thunder
[Shouts and Trumpet struck-recall
What means that shout, big with the sound Those hasty words, or I am lost for ever.
\bat new alarm?
Sem. Cato, commit these wretches to my care; [Shouts and Trumpets repeated. First let them each be broken on the rack, Por. A second, louder yet,
Then, with what life remains, impal'd, and left Svells in the wind, and comes more full upon To writhe at leisure, round the bloody stake;
There let them hang, and taint the southern Marc. Ob, for some glorious cause to fall
wind. in battle!
The partners of their crime will learn obedience. Lucia, thou hast undone me: thy disdain Cato. Forbcar, Sempronius!-see they suffer Has broke my heart: 'tis death must give me
But in their deaths remember they are men ; Por. Quick, let us hence. Who knows if Lucius, the base, degen’rate age requires Cato's life
Severity: Staeds sure? Oh, Marcus, I am warm’d; my When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish, heart
The gods behold the punishment with pleasure, Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for And lay th' uplifted 'thunderbolt aside. glory
Sem. Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure. [E.reunt. Trumpets and shouting. o . Calo. Mean while, we'll sacrifice to liberty.
Remember, O my friends! the laws, the rights, SCENE IL—Before the Senate-house. The gen'rous plan of power deliver'd down Enter SEAPROXJts, with the Leaders of the From age to age by your renown'd forefathers Mutiny.
(So dearly bought, the price of so much blood): Sem. At leogth the winds are rais'd, the Oh, let it never perish in your hands! storm blows high!
But piously transmit it to your children. Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up
Do thou, great liberty, inspire our souls,
And make our lives in thy possession happy, In all its fury, and direct it right, Till it has spent itself on Cato's head. Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence. Neaa while, I'll herd among his friends, and
[Exeunt Cato, ctc.
1 Lead. Sempronius, you have acted like Ose of the number, that, whate'er arrive,
yourself, My friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe.
One would have thought you had been ball
[Exit. 1 Leed. We are all safe; Sempronius is
Sem. Villain, stand off; base, grov'ling,
worthless wretches, our friend. But, bark, Cato enters. Bear up boldly to him; Mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors!
2 Lead. Nay, now you carry it too far, Be sure you beat him down, and bind him fast;
Sempronius! This day will end our toils. Fear poihing, for Sempronius is our friend. Throw off the mask, there are none here but
friends. Trumpets. Re-enter SEMPRONIUS, with Caro,
Sem. Know, villains, when such paltry slaves Lecics, PORTICS, MARCUS, and Guards.
To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, Cato. Where are those bold, intrepid sons They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails,
They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. That greatly turn their backs upon the foc, Here, take these factious monsters, drag them And to their general send a brave defiance?
forth Sem. Carse on their dastard souls, they To sudden death. stand astonish'd! Aside.
1 Lead. Nay, since it comes to this — Cato. Perfdious men! And will
thus Sem. Dispatch them quick, but first pluck . dishonour
out their tongues, Your past exploits, and sully all your wars ? Lest with their dying breath they sow sedition. Why could not Cato fall
[Esteunt Guards, with the LeaWithout your guilt? Behold, ungrateful men,
ders of the Mutiny. Bebold my bosom naked to your swords, And let the man that's injur'd strike the blow.
Enter Syphax. Which of you all suspects that he is wrongd, Syph. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd Or thiots he suffers greater ills than Cato?
abortive; An I distinguish'd from you but by toils, Still there remains an after-game to play; Seperior toils, and heavier weight of cares? My troops are mounted; Painful pre-eminence!
Let but Sempronius head us in our flight, Sem. 'Confusion to the villains! all is lost! We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his
guard, Cało. Hence, worthless men! hence! and And hew down all that would oppose our complain to Caesar,
passage. You could not undergo the toil of war, A day will bring us into Caesar's camp: Nor bear the hardships that your leader bore. Sem. Confusion! I have fail'd of balf my Luc. See, Calo, see the unhappy men! they
purpose : weep!
Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind ! Fear and remorse, and sorrow for their crime, Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's Appear in ev'ry look, and plead for mercy.
slave? Cato. Learn to be honest men, give up your Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the leaders,
soft Aad pardon shall descend on all the rest. Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love.
Syphax, I long io clasp thai haughty maid, "Twould be to torture that young, gay barbarian. And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion: -But hark! wbat noise! Death to my hopes! When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her ofi.
'tis he, Syph. What hinders, then, but that thou 'Tis Juba's self! there is but one way leftfind her out,
He must be murder'd, and a passage cut And hurry her away by manly force ? Through those his guards.
Sem. But how to gain admission ? For access Is giv'n to none but Juba and her brothers.
Enter JUBA, with Guards. Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's dress and Ju- Juba. What do I see? Who's this that dares ba's guards;
usurp The doors will open, when Numidia's prince The guards and habits of Numidia's prince? Seems to appear before the slaves that watch Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arthem.
rogance, Sem. Heav'ns, what a thought is there! Mar- Presumptuous youth! cia's my own!
Juba. What can this mean? Sempronius! Slow will my bosom swell with anxious joy, Sem. My sword shall answer thee. llave When I behold ber struggling in my arms,
at thy heart. With glowing beauty, and disorder'd charms, Juba. Nay, tben, beware thy own, proud, While fear and anger, with alternate grace,
barbarous man. Pant in her breast, and vary in her face!
[They fight; Sempronius falls. So Pluto seiz'd off Proserpine, convey'd Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doom'd To hell's tremendous gloom th' affrighted maid;
to fall There grimly smil'd, pleas'd with the beauteous By a boy's hand, disfigur'd in a vile prize,
Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? Nor envy'd Jove his sunshine and bis skies. Gods, I'm distracted! this my close of life!
[Exeunt. Oh, for a peal of thunder, ihat would make ACT IV. Earth, sea, and air, and heav'n, and Calo tremble!
[Dies SCENE I.-A Chamber,
Juba. With what a spring his furious soul Enter Lucia and MARCIA.
broke loose, Lucia. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from And left the limbs still quiv’ring on the ground! thy soul,
Hence let us carry off those slaves to Cato, If thou believ'st 'tis possible for woman That we may there at length unravel all To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? This dark design, this mystery of fate. Marcia. Oh, Lucia, Lucia, might my big
[Exit Juba ; his Guards taking swoln heart
those of Sempronius as PriVent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow, Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.
Enter Lucia and MARCIA. Lucia. I know thou'rt doom'd alike to be Lucia. Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my belor'd
troubled heart By Juba, and thy father's friend, Sempronius: Is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows, But which of these has pow'r to charm like It throbs with fear, and aches at ev'ry sound. Portius?
Oh, Marcia, should thy brothers, for my sakeMarcia. Still I must beg thee not to name I die away with borror at the thought! Sempronius.
Marcia. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! bere's Lucia, I like not that loud, boist'rous man,
blood and murder! Juba, to all the brav'ry of a hero,
a Numidian! Heav'n preserve the prince! Adds softest love and sweetness: he, I own, The face lies muffled up within the garment, Might make indeed the proudest woman happy. But, ah! deatis to my sight! a diadeni, Lucia, But should this father give you to And royal robes! O'gods! 'tis he, 'tis he! Sempronius?
Juba lies dead before us! Marcia. I dare not think he will: but if he Lucia. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy should
assistance Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer, Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind Imaginary ills, and fancied tortures ? Thou canst not put it to a greater trial. I hear the sound of feet! They march this way! Marcia. Lucia, look there, and wonder Let us retire, and try if we can drown
my patience; Each softer thought in sense of present danger: lare I not cause to rave, and beat my breas When love once pleads admission to our hearts, l'orend my heart with grief, and run distracted In spite of all the virtues we can boast,
Lucia. What can † think, or say, to give The woman that deliberates is lost. [Exeunt.
thee comfort ?
Marcia. Talk not of comfort; 'tis for light Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with
ills: Numidian Guards.
Behold a sight that strikes all comfort dead. Sem. The deer is lodg’d, I've track'd her to her covert.
Enter JUBA, unperceioed. He sure you mind the word, and, when I give it, I will indulge my sorrows, and give way Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. To all the pangs and fury of despair; How will the young Numidian rave to see That man, that best of men deserv'd it from n His mistress lost! Ifaught could glad my soul, Juba. What do I hear ? and was ibe fa Beyond the enjoyment of so bright a prize,