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That he forgets his sleep, and loathes his From all my thoughts as far as I am able. food;
Por. What hast thou said !-I'm thunderThat youth, and health, and war, are joyless
struckto him ;
Recall those hasty words, or I am lost for ever. Describe his anxious days, and restless pights, Lucia. Has not the vow already pass'd my And all the torments that thou see'st me suffer.
(Heaven. Por. Marcus, I beg thee give me not an office The gods have heard it, and 'tis seal'd in That suits with me so ill. Thou know'st my May all the vengeance that was ever pour'd temper.
On perjur'd heads, o'erwhelm me if I break it! Marc. Wist thou behold me sinking in my Por. Fix'd in astonishment, I gaze upon thee, woes,
Like one just blasted by a stroke from Heaven, And wilt thou not reach out a friendly arm, Who pants for breath, and stiffens, yet alive, To raise me from amidst this plunge of sor. In dreadful looks ; a monument of wrath ! rows?
Luciu. Think, Portius, think thou see'st thy Por. Marcus, thou canst not ask what I'd
Stabbd at his heart, and all besmear'd with But here, believe me, I've a thousand rea- Storming at Heaven and thee ! Thy awful sire
Sternly demands the cause, th'accursed cause, Marc. I know thou'lt say my passion's out of That robs him of his son :-farewell, my season,
[ever! That Cato's great example and misfortunes Farewell, though death is in the word-for Should both conspire to drive it from my Por. Thou must not go ; my soul still hovers thoughts.
o'er thee, But what's all this to one that loves like me ? And can't get loose. 0, Portius, Portius, from my soul I wish Lucia. If the firm Portius shake, Thou didst but know thyselt what 'tis tu love! To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers ! Then wouldst thou pity and assist thy brother. Por. 'Tis rue, unruflled and serene, I've Por. What sball i do? If I diclose my pas. The common accidents of life ; but bere (met sion,
Such an unlook'd-for storm of ills falls on me, Our friendship’s at an end ; if I conceal it, It beats down all my strength, I cannot bear The world will call me false to friend and We must not part.
[ Aside. Lucia. What dost thou say? Not part! Marc. But
where Lucia, at her wonted Hast thou forgot the vow that I have made? hour,
Are not there heavens, and gods, that thunder Amid the cool of yon high marble arch,
o'er us? Enjoys the noon-day breeze! Observe her, But see, thy brother Marcus bends his way; Portius;
I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell, That face, that shape, those eyes, that heaven Farewell, and know thou wrong'st me, if thou of beauty!
think'st, Observe her well, and blame me if thou canst. Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. [Exit.
Por. She sees us, and advances.
Enter Marcus. And leave you for awhile. Remember, Por. Marc. Portius, what hopes ? How stands tius,
she? am I doom'd Thy brother's lise depends upon thy tongue. To life or death?
(E.rit. Por, What wouldst thou have me say? Enter LUCIA.
Marc. Thy downcast looks, and thy dis
order'd thoughts, Lucia. Did not I see your brother Marcus Tell me my fate. I ask not the success here?
[sence? My cause has found. Why did he fly the place, and shun my pre- Por. I'm griev'd I undertook it. Por. Oh, Lucia, language is too táint to Marc. Wbat, does the barbarous maid insult show
my heart, His rage of love ; it preys upon his life; My aching heart, and triumph in my pains ? He pines, he sickens, he despairs, he dies ! Por. Away, you're tvo suspicious in your Lucia. How wilt thou guard thy honour, in
griets ; the shock
[Portius, Lucia, though sworn never to think of love, Of love and friendship? Think betimes my Compassionates your pains and pities you. Think how the nuptial tie, that might ensure Marc. Compassionates my pains, and pities Our mutual bliss, would raise to such a height
me! Thy brother's griefs, as might perhaps destroy What is compassion when 'tis void of love? bim.
Fool that I was to choose so cold a friend Por. Alas, poor_youth! What dost thou To urge my cause !--Compassionates my pains! think, my Lucia?
Pr'ythee, what art, what rhet'ric, didst thou His generous, open, undesigning heart, Has begg'd his rival to solicit for him!
To gain this mighty boon ?-She pities me! Then do not strike him dead with a denial. To one that asks the warm returns of love, Luciu. No, Portius, no; I see thy sister's Compassion's cruelty, 'tis scoro, 'tis death.-. tears,
Por. Marcus, no more; have I deserv'd this Thy father's anguish, and thy brother's death,
treatment? In the pursuit of our ill-fated loves ;
Marc. What have I said ? Oh, Portius, vh And, Portius, here I swear, to heaven I swear,
forgive me! To heaven, and all the powers that judge man- A soul, exasperate in ills, falls out kind,
With every thing-its friend, itself-but, ha! Never to mix my plighted hands with thine,
[Shouts and trumpets. While such a cloud of mischief haugs upon us; What means that shout, big with the sounds But to forget our loves, and drive thee out
What new alarm?
Cato. Forbear, Sempronius !-see they suffer (Shouts and trumpets repeated.
death, Por. A second, louder yet,
[us. But, in their deaths, remember they are men ; Swells in the wind, and comes more full upon Lucius, the base degen’rate age requires Marc. Ob, for some glorious cause lo fall in Severity.
When, by just vengeance, guilty mortals Lucia, thou hast undone me: thy disdain The gods behold the punishment with pleaHas broke my heart : 'tis death must give me
And lay, th' uplifted thunderbolt aside. Por, Quick let us bence. Who knows if Sem. Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure. Cato's life
[heart Cato. Meanwhile we'll sacrifice to liberty. Stands sure? Oh, Marcus, I am warm'd ; my Remember, O, my friends! the laws, the Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for
rights, glory. (Exeunt ; trumpets and shouting. The generous plan of power, deliver'd down
From age to age by your renown'd forefathers, SCENE 11.-Before the Senate-House. (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood :) Enter SEMPRONIUS, with the LEADERS Q the Oh, let it never perish in your hands !
But piously transmit it to your children. Sem. At length the winds are rais'd, the And make our lives in thy possession happy,
Do thou, great liberty ! inspire our souls, storm blows high!
Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence. Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up
Ex:unt Caro, $c. In all its fury, and direct it right,
1 Lead. Sempronius, you have acted like Till it has spent itself on Cato's head.
(earnest. Meanwhile, I'll herd among his friends, and one would have thought you had been half in
Sem. Villain, stand oil; base, grov'ling, One of the number, that, whate'er arrive,
(tors! My friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe.
Mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted' trai
[Exit. 2 Lead. Nay, now you carry it too far, Sem1 Lead. We are all safe ; Sempronius is
(friends. our friend.
[Trumpets. Throw off the mask, there are none here but But, hark, Cato enters. Bear up boldly to him;
Sem. Know, villains, when such paltry fast;
slaves presume Be sure you beat him down, and bind him To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, This day will end our toils.
They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails, Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend.
They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. Trumpets. Re-enter SEMPRONIUS, with Caro, To sudden death.
Here, take these factious monsters, drag them
[forth Lucius, PORTIUS, MARCUS, and Guards.
1 Leul. Nay, since it comes to this Cato. Where are those, bold intrepid sons
Sem. Dispatch them quick, but first pluck
out their tongues, That greatly turn their backs upon the foe, Lest with their dying breath they sow sedition. And, to their general, send a brave defiance?
[Excunt Guards, with the Leuders of the Sem. Curse on their dastard souls, they stand
Mutiny, astonish'd !
(Aside. Cato. Perfidious men! And will you thus
Enter SYPHAX. dishonour
Syph. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd Your past exploits, and sully all your wars ?
abortive; Why could not Cato fall
Still there remains an after-game to play. Without your guilt? Behold, ungrateful men, My troops are mounted; Behold my bosom naked to your swords, Let but Sempronius head us in our flight, And let the man that's injur'd strike the blow. We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his Which of you all suspects that he is wrong'd,
(sage. Or thinks he suffers greater ills than Cato? And hew down all that would oppose our pasAm I distinguish'd from you but by toils, A day will bring us into Cæsar's camp. Superior toils, and heavier weight of cares? Sem. Confusion! I have fail'd of half my Painful pre-eminence !
purpose : Sem. Confusion to the villains ! all is lost! Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind !
| Aside. Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's Cato. Hence, worthless men ! hence! and
slave? complain to Cæsar,
Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the You could not undergo the toil of war,
soft Nor bear the hardships that your leader bore. Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love. Luc. See, Cato, see the unhappy men! they Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty maid, weep!
And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion: Fear and remorse, and sorrow for their crime, When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off. Appear in every look, and plead for mercy. Syph. What hinders, then, but that thou Cato. Learn to be honest men, give up your
find her out, leaders,
And hurry her away by manly force ? And pardon shall descend on all the rest. Sem. But how to gain admission ? For ac
Sem. Cato, commit these wretches to my care; First let them each be broken on the rack, Is given to none but Juba and her brothers. Then with wbat life remains, impal’d, and left Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's dress and To writhe at leisure, round the bloody stake ;
Juba's guards; There let them hang, and taint the southern The doors will open, when Numidia's prince wind.
(dience. Seems to appear before the slaves thai watch The partners of their crime will learn obe
Sem. Heavens, what a thought is there ! Juba. What can this mean? Sempronius! Marcia's my own!
Sem. My sword shall answer thee. Have How will my bosom swell with anxious joy,
at thy heart. When I behold her struggling in my arms, Juba. Nay, then, beware thy own, proud, With glowing beauty, and disorder'd charms,
barbarous man. While fear and anger, with alternate grace,
[They fight ; SEMPRONIUS falls. Pant in her breast, and vary in her face!
Sem. Curse on my siars! Am I then doom'd So Pluto seiz'd off Proserpine, convey'd
to fall To hell's tremendous gloom th' affrighted By a boy's hand disfigur'd in a vile maid ;
Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? There grimly smild, pleas'd with the beau-Gods, I'm distracted! this my close of life! teous prize,
Oh, for a peal of thunder, that would make Nor envied Jove his sunshine and his skies. Earth, sea, and air, and heaven, and Cato,
[Dies. ACT IV.
Juba. With what a spring his furious soul broke loose,
[ground! SCENE I.-A Garden.
And left the limbs still quivering on the Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
Hence, let us carry off those slaves to Cato, Lucia. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from This dark design, this mystery of fate.
That we may there at length unravel all thy soul, If thou believ'st 'tis possible for woman
[Exit JUBA ; his Guards taking those of
SEMPRONIUS as prisoners.
Enter Lucia and Marcia.
Lucia. Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace Is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows,
troubled heart With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear. Luciu. I know thou'rt doom'd alike to be it throbs with fear, and aches at every sound. belov'd
Oh, Marcia, should thy brothers, for my By Juba, and thy father's friend, Sempronius :
sakeBut which of these has power to charm, like I die away with horror at the thought! Portius ?
Marcia. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's Marcis. Still I must beg thee not to name
blood and murder! Sempronius.
Ha! a Numidian! Heaven preserve the prince! Lucia, I like not that loud, boisterous man.
The face lies muffled up within the garment, Juba, to all the bravery of a hero,
But, ah! death to my sight! a diadem, Adds softest love and sweetness : he, I own,
And royal robes ! () gods! 'tis he, 'tis he! Might make indeed the proudest woman happy. Juba lies dead before us! Lucia. But should this father give you to
Lucia. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy Sempronius?
assistance Marcia. I dare not think he will: but if he Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind; should
Thou canst not put it to a greater trial. Why wilt thou add, to all the griefs I suffer,
Marcia. Lucia, look there, and wonder at Imaginary ills and fancied tortures ? (way!
my patience ; I hear the sound of feet! They march this Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, Let us retire, and try if we can drown To rend my heart with grief, and run disEach softer thought in sense of present danger:
tracted ? When love once pleads admission to
Lucia. What can I think, or say, to give hearts,
thee comfort ? In spite of all the virtues we can boast,
Marcia. Talk not of comfort; 'tis for lighter The woman that deliberates is lost. [Exeunt. Behold a sight that strikes all comfort dead. Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with Numidian Guards.
Enter JUBA, unperceived. Sem. The deer is lodg'd, I've track'd her to I will indulge my sorrows, and give way her covert.:
(it, To all the pangs and fury of despair ; Be sure you mind the word, and, when I give That man, that best of men, deserv'd it from me. Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Juba. What do I hear ? and was the false How will the young Numidian rave, to see
Sempronius His mistress lost! If aught could glad my That best of men? Oh, had I fallen like him, soul,
And could have been thus mourn'd, I had been Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize,
[Aside. "Twould be to torture that young, gay bar- Marcia. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd barian.
breast. -But hark! what noise! Death to my hopes! Oh, he was all made up of love and charms ! 'tis he,
Whatever maid could wish, or man admire : 'Tis Juba's self! there is but one way left
Delight of every eye; when he appear'd, He must be murder'd, and a passage cut A secret pleasure gladden'd all that saw him. Through those his guards.
Oh, Juba, Juba !
Juba. What means that voice? Did she not Enter JUBA, with Guards.
call on Juba ?
(Aside. Juba. What do I see? Who's this that dares Marcia. He's dead, and never knew how usurp
much I lov'd him! The guards and habits of Numidia's prince ? Lucia, who knows but his poor, bleeding heart,
Sem. One that was born to scourge thy | Amidst its agonies, remember'd Marcia, Presumptuous youth !
[arrogance, \ And the last words he utter'd call’d me 'cruel!
Alas! he knew not, hapless youth he knew Cato. Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood ? not,
Por. Not so. Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba! The traitor Syphax, as within the square Juba. Where am I? Do I live? or am in. He exercis'd'his troops, the signal given, deed
Flew off at once with his Numidian horse What Marcia thinks? All is Elysium round To the south gate, where Marcus holds the me !
watch; Marcia. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd I saw, and calľd to stop him, but in vain : of men,
He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me, Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid
He would not stay and perish like SemproA last embrace, while thus
nius. Juba. See, Marcia, see,
Cato. Perfidious man! But haste, my son, [Throwing himself before her.
and see The happy Juba lives! he lives to catch Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. That dear embrace, and to return it, too,
[Exit Portius. With mutual warmth and eagerness of love. -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me: Marcia. With pleasure and amaze I stand Justice gives way to force: the conquer'd transported !
world If thou art Juba, who lies there?
Is Ca.sar's! Cato has no business in it. Juba. A wretch,
Luc. While pride, oppression, and injustice, Disguis'd like Juba on a curs’d design.
(sence. I could not bear
The world will still demand her Cato's preTo leave thee in the neighbourhood of death, In pity to mankind submit to Cæsar, But flew, in all the haste of love, to find thee; And reconcile thy mighty soul to life. I found thee weeping, and confess this once Cato. Would Lucius have me live to swell Am rapt with joy, to see my Marcia's tears.
the number Marcia. I've been surpris'd in an unguarded Of Cæsar's slaves, or by a base submission hour,
Give up the name of Rome, and own a tyrant? But must not now go back; the love, that lay Luc. The victor never will impose on Cato Half-smother'd in my breast, has broke through Ungenerous terms. His enemies confess all
The virtues of humanity are Cæsar's. Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre. Cato. Curse on his virtues ! they've undone I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee.
his country. Juba. My, joy, my best belov’d, my only Such popular humanity is treasonwish!
But see young Juba ; the good youth appears, How shall I speak the transport of my soul?
Full of the guilt of his perfidious subjects ! Marcia. Lucia, thy arm. Lead to my apart- Luc. Alas, poor prince! his fate deserves ment.
compassion. Oh, prince! I blush to think what I have said, But fate has wrested the confession from me;
Enter JUBA. Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour. Juba. I blush, and am confounded to appear Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, Before thy presence, Cato. And make the gods propitious to our love. Cato. What's thy crime ?
(Exeunt Marcia and Lucia. Juba. I'm a Numidian. Juba. I am so bless'd, I fear 'tis all a dream. Cato. And a brave one too. Thou hast a Fortune, thou now hast made amends for all
Roman soul. Thy past unkindness: I absolve my stars. Juba. Hast thou not heard of my false What though Numidia add her conquer'd
countrymen ? towns
Cato. Alas, young prince! And provinces to swell the victor's triumph, Falsehood and fraud shoot up in every soil, Juba will never at his fate repine :
The product of all climes-Rome has its CæLet Cæsar have the world, if Marcia's mine.
(Exit. Juba. 'Tis generous thus to comfort the dis
tress'd. SCENE II.-Before the Palace.--A March at a
Cato. "Tis just to give applause where 'tis distance.
deserv'd. Enter Cato and LUCIUS.
Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortune, Luc. I stand astonish'd! What, the bold Like purest gold, that, tortur'd in the furnace, Sempronius,
Comes out more bright, and brings forth all That still broke foremost through the crowd
Por. Misfortune on misfortune! grief on Cato. Trust me, Lucius,
My brother Marcus
(grief! Our civil discords have produc'd such crimes,
Cato. Ha! what has he done? Such monstrous crimes, I am surpris'd at no. Has he forsook his post ? Has he given way? thing.
Did he look tamely on, and let them pass ? -Oh, Lucius, I am sick of this bad world! Por. Scarce had I left my father, but I met The daylight and the sun grow painful to me.
Borne on the shields of his surviving soldiers, Enter Portius.
Breathless and pale, and cover'd o'er with But see where Portius comes : what means
wounds. this haste?
Long, at the head of his few faithful friends, Why are thy looks thus chang'd ?
He stood the shock of a whole host of foes, Por. My heart is griev'd:
Till, obstinately brave, and bent on death, I bring such news as will afflict my father.
Oppress'd with multitudes, he greatly fell.
Cato. I'm satisfied.
Should I advise thee to regain Numidia, Por. Nor did he fall, before
Or seek the conqueror ?His sword had pierc'd through the false heart Juba. If I forsake thee of Syphax.
Whilst I have life, may Heaven abandon Juba! Yonder he lies, I saw the hoary traitor
Cato. Thy virtues, prince, if I forsee aright, Grin in the pangs of death, and bite the ground. Will one day make thee great; at Rome, hereCato. Thanks to the gods, my boy has done
after, his duty.
'Twill be no crime to have been Cato's friend. -Portius, when I'm dead, be sure you place Portius, draw near :-my son, thou oft hast His urn near mine.
seen Por. Long may they keep asunder! Thy sire engag'd in a corrupted state, Luc. Oh, Cato, arin thy soul with all its Wrestling with vice and faction: now thou patience!
seest me See where the corpse of thy dead son ap- Spent, overpower'd, despairing of success; The citizens and senators, alarm’d, (ing. Let me advise thee to retreat betimes Have gather'd round it, and attend it, weep To thy paternal state, the Sabine field;.
Where the great Censor toil'd with his own Dead march. Cato meets the corpse. Lucius, and all our frugal ancestors were bless'd Senators, Guards, &c. attending.
In humble virtues, and a rural life ; Cato. Welcome, my son! Here lay him There live retir'd, pray for the peace of Rome; down, my friends,
Content thyself to be obscurely good. Full in my sight, that I may view at leisure When vice prevails, and impious men bear The bloody corse, and count those glorious
[tue! The post of honour is a private station. —How beautiful is death, when earn'd by vir- Por. I hope my father does not recommend Who would not be that youth? What pity is it A life to Portius, that he scorns himself. That we can die but once to serve our country! Cato. Farewell, my friends! If there be any -Why sits this sadness on your brows, my friends?
Who dare not trust the victor's clemency, I should have blush'd if Cato's house had stood Know there are ships prepar'd, by my comSecure, and flourish'd in a civil war.
mand, Portius, behold thy brother, and remember That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port. Thy life is not thy own, when Rome demands Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for it.
Where Cæsar never shall approach us more. With tears, that flow'd not o'er bis own dear
[Pointing to his dead son.
[Aside. There the brave youth, with love of virtue fir'd, Cato. Whate'er the Roman virtue has sub- Who greatly in his country's cause expir’d, du'd,
[Cæsar's : Shall know he conquer'd. The firm patriot The sun's whole course, the day and year, are
there, For him the self-devoted Decii died,
Who made the welfare of mankind his care, The Fabii fell, and the great Scipio's con- Though still by faction, vice, and fortune quer'd :
cross'd, Even Pompey fought for Cæsar. "Oh, my Shall find the generous labour was not lost. How is the toil of fate, the work of ages,
[Dead march; exeunt in funeral procession. The Roman empire, fallen! Oh, curs d ambition ! (fathers
SCENE 1.-A Chamber. try. Juba. While Cato lives, Cæsar will blush to Cato solus, sitting in a thoughtful posture ; in
his hand, Plato's Book on the Immortality of Mankind enslav'd, and be asham'd of empire. the Soul ; a drawn Sword on the table, by him. Cato. Cæsar asham'd! Has he not seen Pharsalia ?
Cato. It must be so—Plato, thou reason'st Luc. "Tis time thon save thyself and us.
(sire, Cato. Lose not a thought on me; I'm out of Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond dedanger :
This longing after immortality ? Heaven will not leave me in the victor's hand. Or whence this secret dread, this inward hor. Cæsar shall never say, he conquer'd Cato.
(soul But oh, my friends! your safety fills my heart of falling into nought! Why shrinks the With anxious thoughts; a thousand secret Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? terrors
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; Rise in my soul. How shall I save my friends ? 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, 'Tis now, O Cæsar, I begin to fear thee! And intimates eternity to man.
Luc. Cæsar has mercy, if we ask it of him. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Cato. Then ask it, I conjure you ; let him Through what variety of untried being, know
Through what new scenes and changes, must Whate'er was done against him, Cato did it.
we pass ?
[me: Add, if you please, that I request it of him- The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before That I myself, with tears, request it of him But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon The virtue of my friends may pass unpunish'd.
it. Juta, my heart is troubled for thy sake. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us