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Syph. How does your tongue grow wanton Marciu. Lucia, disburden all thy cares on in her praise !

me, But, on my knees, I beg you would consider, And let me share thy most retir'd distress. Juba. Ha! Syphax, is't not she?-She moves Tell me, who raises up this conflict in thee?

Luciu. I need not blush to name them, when And with her Lucia, Lucius' fair daughter.

I tell thee

(Cato. My heart beats thick-l pr'ythee, Syphax, They're Marcia's brothers, and the sons of leave me.

Marciu. But tell me whose address thou Syph. l'en thousand curses fasten on them

favour'st most? both!

I long to know, and yet I dread to hear it. Now will the woman, with a single glance, Lucia. Suppose 'twere Portius, could you Undo what I've been lab'ring all this while.

blame my choice?[Exit.Oh, Portius, thou hast stolen away my soul !

Marcus is over warm; his fond complaints Enter Marcia and Lucia.

Have so much earnestness and passion in

them, Juba. Hail, charming maid ! how does thy I hear him with a secret kind of horror, beauty smooth

And tremble at his vehemence of temper. The face of war, and make even horror smile! Marcia. Alas, poor youth! At sight of thee my heart shakes off its sor- How will thy coldness raise rows;

Tempests and storms in his afflicted bosom? I feel a dawn of joy break in upon me, I dread the consequence. And for awhile forget th' approach of Cæsar. Lucia. You seem to plead Marcia. I should be griev'd, young prince, Against your brother Portius. to think my presence

(arms, Marcia. Lucia, no: Unbent your thoughts, and slacken'd them to Had Portius been the unsuccessful lover, While, warm with slaughter, our victorious The same compassion would have fallen on foe

him. Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field. Lucia. Portius himself oft falls in tears beJuba. Oh, Marcia, let me hope thy kind

As if he mourn'á his rival's ill success; And gentle wishes follow me to battle! Then bids me hide the motions of my heart, The thought will give new vigour to my arm, Nor show which way it turns ; so much he And strength and weight to my descending

fears sword,

The sad effect that it will have on Marcus. And drive it in a tempest on the foe.

Was ever virgin love distress'd like mine. Marcia. My prayers and wishes always shall Murcia. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our attend

(virtue,

sorrows, The friends of Rome, the glorious cause of But to the gods submit th' event of things. And men approv'd of by the gods and Cato. Our lives, discolour'd with our present woes, Juba. That Juba may deserve thy pious May still grow bright, and sniile with happier cares,

hours. I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father,

So the pure, limpid stream, when foul with Transplanting, one by one, into my life,

stains His bright perfections, till’I shine like him.

Of rushing torrents and descending rains, Marciu. My father never, at a time like Works itself clear, and, as it runs, refines, this,

[waste Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines, Would lay out his great soul in words, and Reflects each flower that on the border grows, Such precious moments.

And a new heaven in its fair bosom shows. Juba. Thy reproofs are just,

[Exeunt. Thou virtuous maid : I'll hasten to my troops, And fire their languid souls with Cato's vir

ACT II. tue, If e'er I lead them to the when all

SCENE 1.-The Sonate-House. The war shall stand rang'd in its just array Flourish ; SEMPRONIUS, LUCIUS, and Senators, And dreadful pomp, then will I think on

discovered. thee. Oh, lovely maid! then will I think on thee;

Sem. Rome still survives in this assembled

senate. And in the shock of charging hosts, remember What glorious deeds should grace the man, Let us remember we are Cato's friends, who hopes

And act like men who claim that glorious title. For Marcia's love. (Exit.

[Trianpets. Lucia. Marcia, you're too severe: [prince,

Luc. Hark! he comes. How could you chide the young, good-natur'd And drive him from you with so stern an air; Trumpets. Enter Cato, Portius, and Marcus. A prince that loves and dotes on you to death? Cato. Fathers, we once again are met in Marcia. How, Lucia! wouldst thou have me

council; sink away

Cæsar's approach has summon'd us together, In pleasing dreams, and lose myself in love, And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. Wien every moment Cato's life's at stake? How shall we treat this bold, aspiring man? Luciu. Why have not I this constancy of Success still follows him, and backs his mind,

crimes ; Who have so many griefs to try its force? Pharsalia gave him Rome, Egypt has since Sure, nature form'd me of her softest mould, Receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile is Enfeebled all my soul with tender passions,

Cæsar's. And sunk me e'en below my own weak sex: Why should I mention Juba's overthrow, Pity and love, by turns, oppress my heart. And Scipio's death ? Numidia's burning sands

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Enter JUNIUS. decree What course to take. Our foe advances on us, From Cæsar's camp, and with him comes old

Mar. Fathers, e'en now a herald is arriv'd And envies us even Libya's sultry deserts.

Decius, Fathers, pronounce your thoughts : are they The Roman knight: he carries in his looks

stili fix'd To hold it out, and fight it to the last ?

Impatience, and demands to speak with Cato. Or are your hearts subdu'd at length, and

Cato By your permission, fathers-bid him

[Exit JUNIUS, wrought,

Decius was once my friend, but other prosBy time and ill success, to a submission ?

pects

[Cæsar. Sempronius, speak. Sem. My voice is still for war.

Have loos'd those ties, and bound him fast to

His message may determine our resolves. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slav'ry or death?

Enter DECIUS. No; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Dec. Cæsar sends health to CatoAttact tire foe, break through the thick array Cato. Could he send it Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon To Cato's slaughter'd friends, it would be him.

welcome. Perhaps some arm more lucky than the rest, Are not your orders to address the senate ? May reach his heart, and free the world from Dec. My business is with Cato; Cæsar sees bondage.

The straits to which you're driven ; and, as he Rise, fathers, rise! 'tis Rome demands your

knows help;

Cato's high worth, is anxious for your life. Rise, and revenge her slaughter'd citizens, Cato. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. Or share their fate;

Would he save Cato, bid him spare his country. To battle!

(slow, Tell your dictator this; and tell him, Cato Great Pompey's shade complains that we are Disdains a life which he has power to offer. And Scipio's ghost walks unreveng'd amongst Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Cæsar;

Her gen’rals and her consuls are no more, Cato. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Who check'd bis conquests, and denied his Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of triumphs. reason;

Why will not Cato be this Cæsar's friend ? True fortitude is seen in great exploits,

Cato. These very reasons thou hast urg'd That justice warrants, and that wisdom

forbid it. guides;

Dec. Cæsar is well acquainted with your All else is towering frenzy and distraction.

virtues, Lucius, we next would know what's your And therefore sets this value on your life. opinion.

Let him but know the price of Cato's friendLuc. My thoughts, I must confess, are turn'd And name your terms.

[ship, on peace.

Cato. Bid him disband his legions, Already have we shown our love to Rome, Restore the commonwealth to liberty, Now let us show submission to the gods. Submit his actions to the public censure, We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, And stand the judgment of a Roman senate. But free the commonwealth ; when this end Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend. fails,

Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your Arms have no further use. Our country's

wisdom cause,

Cato. Nay, more; though Cato's voice was That drew our swords, now wrests them from ne'er employ'd our hands,

To clear the guiliy, and to varnish crimes, And bids us not delight in Roman blood, Myself will mount the rostrum in his favour, Unprofitably shed. What men could do, And strive to gain his pardon from the people. Is done already : Heaven and earth will Dec. A style like this becomes a conqueror. witness,

Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a If Rome must fall, that we are innocent.

Roman, Cato. Let us appear nor rash por diffident; Dec. What is a Roman, that is Cæsar's foe? Immod’rate valour swells into a fault;

Cato. Greater than Cæsar: he's a friend to And fear, admitted into public councils,

virtue. Betrays like treason. Let us shun them both. Dec. Consider, Cato, you're in Utica, Fathers, I conut see that our affairs

And at the head of your own little senate : Are grown thus desp'rate: we have bulwarks You don't now thunder in the capitol, round us;

With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil Cato. Let him consider that, who drives us In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun;

hither. Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, 'Tis Cæsar's sword has made Rome's senate Ready to rise at its young prince's call.

little,

leje While there is hope, do not disturb the gods; And thinn'd' its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled: But wait at least till Cæsar's near approach

Beholds this man in a fal glaring light, Force us to yield. "Twill never be too late Which conquest and success have thrown upTo sue for chains, and own a conqueror.

on him; Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time? Didst thou but yiew him right, thoud'st see No, let us draw her term of freedom out

him black In its full length, and spin it to the last, With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes So shall we gain still one day's liberty: That strike my soul with horror but to name And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment,

them. A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty,

I know thou lookest on me as a wretch Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. Beset with ills, and cover'd with misfortunes ;

ness.

But, by the gods I swear, millions of world3 | My father, when, some days before his death,
Should never buy me to be like that Cæsar. He order'd me to march for Utica,
Dec. Does Cato send this answer back to (Alas! I thought not then his death so near!)
Cæsar,

(ship? Wept o'er me, press’d me in his aged arms; For all his gen'rous cares and proffer'd friend- | And, as his griefs gave way, “My son,” said Cato. His cares for me are insolent and vain :

he, Presumptuous man! the gods take care of Cato. “Whatever fortune shall befall thy father, Would Cæsar show the greatness of his soul, Be Cato's friend; he'll train thee up to great Bid him employ his care for these my friends, And virtuous deeds; do but observe him well, And make good use of his ill-gotten power,

Thou'lt shun misfortunes, or thou’lt learn to By shelt'ring men much better than himself.

bear them.” Dec. Your high, unconquer'd heart makes Cato. Juba, thy father was a worthy prince, you forget

And merited, alas! a better fate;
You are a man. You rush on your destruction. But Heaven thought otherwise.
But I have done. When I relate hereafter Juba. My father's fate,
The tale of this unhappy embassy,

In spite of all the fortitude that shines All Rome will be in tears. [Exit, attended. Before my face in Cato's great example, Sem. Cato, we thank thee.

Subdues my soul, and fills my eyes with tọars. The mighty genius of immortal Rome

Cato. It is an honest sorrow, and becomes Speaks in thy voice; thy soul breathes liberty.

thee. Cæsar will shrink to hear the words thou ut- Juba. His virtues drew respect from foreign ter'st,

climes : And shudder in the midst of all his conquests. The kings of Afric sought him for their friend;

Luc. The senate owns its gratitude to Cato, Kings far remote, that rule, as fame reports,
Who with so great a soul consults its safety, Behind the hidden sources of the Nile,
And guards our lives, while he neglects his own. In distant worlds, on t'other side the sun;
Sem. Sempronius gives no thanks on this Oft have their black ambassadors appear'd,
account.

Loaden with gifts, and fill'd the courts of Lucius seems fond of life; but what is life?

Zama. 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air Cato. I am no stranger to thy father's greatFrom time to time, or gaze upon the sun ;'Tis to be free. When liberty is gone,

Juba. I do not mean to boast his power and Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.

greatness, Oh, could my dying hand but lodge a sword But point out new alliances to Cato. In Cæsar's bosom, and revenge my country,

Had we not better leave this Utica, By Heaven I could enjoy the pangs of death, To arm Nunuidia in our cause, and court And smile in agony !

Th' assistance of my father's powerful friends? Luc. Others perhaps

Did they know Caio, our remotest kings May serve their country with as warm a zeal, Would pour embattled multitudes about him; Though 'tis not kindled into so much rage. Their swarthy hosts would darken all our Sem. This sober conduct is a mighty virtue

plains, In luke-warm patriots.

Doubling the native horror of the war, Cato. Come, no more, Sempronius; And making death more grim. All here are friends to Rome, and to each Cato. And canst thou think other.

Cato will fly before the sword of Cæsar! Let us not weaken still the weaker side Reduc'd, like Hannibal, to seek relief By our divisions.

From court to court, and wander up and down Sem. Cato, my resentments

A vagabond in Afric?
Are sacrific'd to Rome-I stand reprov'd.

Jubu. Cato, perhaps
Cato. Fathers, 'tis time you come to a resolve. I'm too officious ; but my forward cares

Luc. Cato, we all go into your opinion: Would fain preserve a life of so much value. Cæsar's behaviour has convinc'd the senate,

My heart is wounded, when I see such virtue We ought to hold it out till terms arrive. Atllicted by the weight of such misfortunes. Sem. We ought to hold it out till death; Cato. Thy nobleness of soul obliges me. but, Cato,

(nate's. But know, young prince, that valour soars My private voice is drown'd amidst the se

above Cato. Then let us rise, my friends, and strive What the world calls misfortune and affliction. to fill

These are not ills; else would they never fall This little interval, this pause of life

On Heaven's first fav’rites, and the best of men. (While yet our liberty and fates are doubtful,) The gods, in bounty, work up storms about us, With resolution, friendship, Roman bravery, That give mankind occasion to exert And all the virtues we can crowd into it; Their hidden strength, and throw out into That Heaven may say, it ought to be proa Virtues which shun the day, and lie conceal’d

long'd. Fathers, farewell.-The young Numidian In the smooth seasons and the calm of life. Comes forward, and expects to know our

Juba. I'm charm'd whene'er thou talk'st; I counsels. (Exeunt Senators.

pant for virtue;

And all my soul endeavours at perfection. Enter JUBA.

Cato. Dost thou love watchings, abstinence, Juba, the Roman senate has resolv'd

and toil, Till time give better prospects, still to keep

Laborious virtues all ? Learn them from Cato: The sword unsheath'd, and turn its edge on

Success and fortune must thou learn from Cæsar.

Cæsar. Juba. The resolution fits a Roman senate. Juba. The best good fortune that can fall on But, Cato, lend me for a while thy patience,

Juba, And condescend to hear a young man speak.

The whole success at which my heart aspires, Depends on Cato.

That draws in raw and inexperienc'd men Cato. What does Juba say?

To real mischiefs, wbile they hunt a shadow. Thy words confound me.

Juba. Wouldst thou degrade thy prince into Juha. I would fain retract them.

a ruffian ? Give them me back again: they aim'd at no- Syph. The boasted ancestors of these great thing.

men,

(tians. Cato. Tell me thy wish, young prince; make Whose virtues you admire, were all such rut: not my ear

This dread of nations, this almighty Rome, A stranger to thy thoughts.

That comprehends in her wide empire's bounds Juba. Oh! they're extravagant;

All under Heav'n, was founded on a rape; Still let me hide them.

Your Scipios, Cæsars, Pompeys, and your Cato. What can Juba ask,

Catos, That Cato will refuse?

(The gods on earth,) are all the spurions blood Juba, I fear to name it.

Of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines. Marcia-inherits all her father's virtues. Juba. Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine Cato. What wouldst thou say?

Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles. Jubu. Cato, thou hast a daughter.

Syph. Indeed, my prince, you want to know Ciuto. Adieu, young prince; I would not

the world. hear a word

Juba. If knowledge of the world makes men Should lessen thee in my esteem. Remember perfidious, The hand of fate is over us, and Heaven May Juba ever live in ignorance ! Exacts severity from all our thoughts.

Syph. Go, go; you're young. It is not now a time to talk of aught

Jubu. Gods, must I tamely bear
But chains, or conquest; liberty, or death. This arrogance unanswer'd! thou'rt a traitor,

[Exit. A false old traitor!
Syph. I have gone too far

(Aside. Enter SYPHAX.

Juba. Cato shall know the baseness of thy Syph. How's this, my prince? What, cover'd

soul. with confusion ?

Syph. I must appease this storm, or perish You look as if yon stern philosopher

in it.

(Aside. Had just now chid you.

Young prince, behold these locks, that are Juba. Syphax, I'm undone !

grown white Syph. I know it well.

Beneath a helmet in your father's battles. Juva. Cato thinks meanly of me.

Juva. Those locks shall ne'er protect thy inSyph. And so will all mankind.

solence. Juba. I've open'd to him

Syph. Must one rash word, the infirmity of The weakness of my soul, my love for Marcia. Throw down the meritof my better years ? [age,

Syph. Cato's a proper person to intrust This is the reward of a whole life of service! A love tale with !

Curse on the boy ! how stcadily he hears me! Juba. Oh, I could pierce my heart,

[Aside. My foolish heart!

Juba. Is it because the throne of my foreSyph. Alas, my prince, how are you chang’d

fathers of late!

Still stands unfill'd, and that Numidia's crown I've known young Juba rise before the sun, Hangs doubtful yet whose head it shall enTo beat the thicket where the tiger slept,

close, Or seek the lion in bis dreadful haunts. Thou thus presum'st to treat thy prince with I've seen you,

scorn ? Even in the Libyan dog-days hunt him down, Syph. Why will you rive my heart with such Then charge him close,

expressions ? And, stooping from your horse,

Does not old Syphax follow you to war? Rivet the panting savage to the ground. What are his aims ? to shed the slow remains, Juba. Pr'ythee, no more.

His last poor ebb of blood, in your detence? Syph. How would the old king smile, Juba. Syphax, no more! I would not hear To see you weigh the paws, when tipp'd with gold,

Syph. Not hear me talk! what, when my And throw the shaggy spoils about your

faith to Juba, shoulders!

My royal master's son, is call'd in question ? Juba. Syphax, this old man's talk, though My prince may strike me dead, and I'll be honey flow'd

(ness. dumb; In every word, would now lose all its sweet- But whilst I live 1 must not hold my tongue, Cato's displeas'd, and Marcia lost for ever. And languish out old age in his displeasure. Syph. Young prince, 1 yet could give you Juba. Thou know'st the way too well into

good advice; Marcia might still be yours.

I do believe thee loyal to thy prince. Juba. As how, dear Syphax?

Syph. What greater instance can I give ? Syph. Juba commands Numidia's hardy

I've offer'd troops,

To do an action which my soul abhors, Mounted on steeds unus'd to the restraint And gain you whom you love, at any price. Of curbs or bits, and fleeter than the winds : Juba. Was this thy motive? I have been too Give but the word, we snatch this damsel up,

hasty. And bear her off.

Syph. And 'tis for this my prince has call’d Juba. Can such dishonest thoughts (youth

me traitor. Rise up in man! Wouldst thou seduce my Juba. Sure thou mistak'st; I did not call To do an act that woulıl destroy mine honour?

thee so. Syph. Gods, I could tear my hair, to hear Syph. You did indeed, my prince, you callid

mo traitor. Honour's a fine imaginary notion,

Nay, further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato.

you talk.

my heart.

you talk!

Of what, my prince, would you complain to But, are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt?
Cato?

Does the sedition catch from man to man,
That Syphax loves you, and would sacrifice And run among the ranks?
His life, nay more, his honour, in your service ? Sem. All, all is ready ;

(spread Jubu. Syphax, I know thoú lov'st me ; but The Tactious leaders are our friends, that indeed

Murmurs and discontents among the soldiers ; Thy zeal for Juba carried thee too far. They count their coilsome marches, long faHonour's a sacred tie, the law of kings,

tigues, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, Unusual fästings, and will bear no more That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets This nedley of philosophy and war. And imitates her actions where she is not: [her, Within an hour they'll storm the senate-house. It ought not to be sported with.

Syph. Meanwhile I'll draw up my Numidian Syph. Believe me, prince, you make old

troops Syphax weep

Within the square, to exercise their arms, To hear you talk-but 'tis with tears of joy. And, as I see occasion, favour thee. If e'er your father's crown adorn your brows, I laugh to see how the unshaken Cato Numidia will be bless'd by Cato's lectures. Will look aghast, while unforeseen destrucJuba Syphax, thy hand; we'll mutually for

tion get

Pours in upon him thus from every side. The warmth of youth, and frowardness of age. So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend, Thy prince esteems thy worth, and loves thy Sudden th' impetuous hurricanes descend; person.

Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play, If e'er the sceptre come into my hand, Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains Syphax shall stand the second in my kingdom.

away. Syph. Why will you o'erwhelm my age with the helpless traveller, with wild surprise, kindness?

Sees the dry desert all around him rise, My joys grow burdensome, I sha'n't support it. And, smother'd in the dusty whirlwind, dies. Juba. Syphax, farewell, I'll hence, and try

[Exeunt. to find Some bless'd occasion, that may set me right

ACT III.
In Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man
Approve my deeds, than worlds for my ad-

SCENE I.-The Palace.
mirers.

(Exit. Syph. Young men soon give, and soon torget

Enter Marcus and Portius. affronts;

Marc. Thanks to my stars, I have not rang'd Old age is slow in both-A false old trajtor !

about These words, rash boy, may chance to cost The wilds of life, ere I could find a friend ; thee dear.

[thee, Nature first pointed out my Portius to me, My heart had still some foolish fondness for And early taught me, by her secret force, But hence, 'tis gone! I'll give it to the winds: To love thy person, ere I knew thy merit; Cæsar, I'm wholly thine.

Till what was instinct, grew up into friendEnter SEMPRONIUS.

ship.

Por. Marcus, the friendships of the world All hail, Sempronius!

are oft Well, Cato's senate is resolv'd to wait

Confed'racies in vice, or leagues of pleasure ; The fury of a siege, before it yields.

Ours, has severest virtue for its basis, Sem. Syphax, we both were on the verge of And such a friendship ends not but with life. fate;

Marc. Portius, thou know'st my soul in all Lucius declar'd for peace, and terms were offer'd

its weakness; To Cato, by a messenger from Cæsar.

Then, pr’ythee, spare me on its tender side ; Syph. But, how stands Cato?

Indulge me but in love, my other passions Sém. Thou hast seen mount Atlas ;

Shall rise and fall by virtue's picest rules. Whilst storms and tempests thunder on its Por. When love's well tim’d, 'tis not a fault brows,

to love:

(wise, And oceans break their billows at its feet, The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the It stands unmoy'd, and glories in its height: Sink in the soft captivity together. Such is that haughty man ; his towering soul, Marc. Alas, thou talk'st like one that never 'Midst all the shocks and injuries of fortune,

felt Rises superior, and looks down on Cæsar. Th' impatient throbs and longings of a soul, Syph. But what's this messenger ?

That pants and reaches after distant good! Sem. I've practis'd with him,

A lover does not live by vulgar time: And found a means to let the victor know, Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's absence, That Syphax and Sempronius are his friends. Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; But let me now examine in my turn;

And yet, when I behold the charming maid, Is Juba fix'd ?

I'm ten times more undone ; while hope, and Syph. Yes—but it is to Cato.

fear, I've tried the force of every reason on him, And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once, Sooth'd and caress'd; been angry, sooth’a And, with variety of pain, distract me. again;

Por. What can thy Portius do to give thee Laid safety, life, and interest, in his sight;

help? But all are vain, he scorps them all for Cato. Murc. Portius, thou oft enjoy’st the fair one's Sem. Well, 'tis no matter; we shall do with

presence ; out him.

Then undertake my cause, and plead it to ber Sypnax, I now may hope, thou hast forsook With all the strength and heat of eloquence Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia inine. Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Syph. May she be thine as fast as thou Tell her thy brother languishes to death, wouldst have her.

And fades away, and withers in his bloom ;

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