Semp. Know, Villains, when fuch paltry Slaves prefume To mix in Treafon, if the Plot fucceeds, They're thrown neglected by: But if it fails, Enter Guards. 1 Lead. Nay, fince it comes to this-- Semp. Dispatch 'em quick, but firft pluck out their Tongues, Left with their dying Breath they fow Sedition. [Exeunt Guards with the Leaders. SCENE VII. Syphax and Sempronius. Syph. Our firft Design, my Friend, has prov'd abortive; Still there remains an After-game to play: My Troops are mounted; their Numidian Steeds Semp. Confufion! I have fail'd of half my Purpose. Syph. How? will Sempronius turn a Woman's Slave! Syph. Syph. Well faid! that's fpoken like thy felf, Sempronius. What hinders then, but that you find her out, And hurry her away by manly Force? Semp. But how to gain Admiffion? For Access Is given to none but Juba, and her Brothers. Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's Drefs, and Juba's Guards: The Doors will open, when Numidia's Prince Seems to appear before the Slaves, that watch them. How will my Bosom swell with anxious Joy, To Hell's tremendous Gloom th'affrighted Maid, The End of the Third A C T. ACT ACT IV. SCENE I. N Lucia and Marcia. LUCIA. OW tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy Soul Marc. fwoln Heart [row: Vent all its Grief, and give a Loose to Sor Marcia cou'd answer thee in Sighs, keep Pace Luc. I know thou'rt doom'd alike, to be belov'd Juba to all the Brav'ry of a Hero Adds fofteft Love, and more than Female Sweetness; Any of Woman-kind, but Marcia, happy. Luc. And why not Marcia? Come, you strive in vain To hide your Thoughts from one, who knows too well The inward Glowings of a Heart in Love. Marc. While Cato lives, his Daughter has no Right To love or hate, but as his Choice directs. Luc. But fhou'd this Father give you to Sempronius! Why wilt thou add to all the Griefs I fuffer I I hear the Sound of Feet! they march this Way! [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter Sempronius, dress'd like Juba, with Numidian Guards. Semp. The Deer is lodg'd. I've track'd her to her Covert. Be fure you mind the Word, and when I give it, Rush in at once, and feize upon your Prey. Let not her Cries or Tears have Force to move you. -But heark, what Noife! Death to my Hopes! tis he, 'Tis Juba's felf! there is but one Way left----He must be murder'd, and a Paffage cut Through thofe his Guards-Hah, Daftards, do you tremble! Or act like Men, or by yon azure Heav'n---- Enter Juba. Jub. What do I fee? Who's this that dares ufurp The Guards and Habit of Numidia's Prince? Semp. One that was born to fcourge thy Arrogance, Prefumptuous Youth! Fub. What can this mean? Sempronius! Semp. My Sword fall answer thee. Have at thy Heart. Fub. Jub. Nay, then beware thy own proud barbarous Man [Semp. falls. His Guards furrend. Semp. Curfe on my Stars! Am I then doom'd to fall By a Boy's Hand disfigur'd in a vile Numidian Drefs, and for a worthlefs Woman? [Dies Fub. With what a Spring his furious Soul broke loose, And left the Limbs ftill quiv'ring on the Ground! That we may there at length unravel all This dark Defign, this Myftery of Fate. [Exit Juba with Prisoners, &c. SCENE III. Enter Lucia and Marcia.. Luc. Sure 'twas the Clash of Swords; my troubled Heart Is fo caft down, and funk amidst its Sorrows, (Murder! Marc. See, Lucia, fee! here's Blood! here's Blood and Hah! a Numidian! Heav'ns preferve the Prince: Luc. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy Affiftance Marc |