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(And that there is, all Nature cries aloud 1 Thy father will not act what misbecomes him. Through all her works,) he must delight in But go, my son, and see if aught be wanting virtue;

Among thy father's friends ; see them emAnd that which he delights in must be happy.


[them. But when, or where ?—This world was made And tell me if the winds and seas befriend for Cæsar.

My soul is quite weigh'd down with care, and I'm weary of conjectures :-this must end

asks them. [Laying his hand on his sword. The soft refreshment of a moment's sleep. Thus am I doubly arm'd: my death and life, Por. My thoughts are more at ease, my My bane and antidote, are both before me.

heart revives

[Exit Cató. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die.

Enter MARCIA. The soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. Oh, Marcia! Oh, my sister! still there's hope The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Our father will not cast away a life Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, So needful to us all, and to his country. But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, He is retir'd to rest, and seems to cherish Unburt amidst the war of elements,

Thoughts full of peace.--He has despatch'd The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.

me hence What means this heaviness that hangs upon With orders that bespeak a mind compos’d, me ?

(senses ? And studious for the safety of his friends. This lethargy that creeps through all my Marcia, take care that none disturb his slumNature, oppress’d and harass'd out with care,


[Exit. Sinks down to rest. This once I'll favour her, Marcia. Oh, ye immortal powers, that guard That my awaken'd soul may take her flight,

the jast, Renew'd in all her strengih, and fresh with Watch round his couch, and soften his repose, life,

Banish his sorrows, and becalm his soul An offering fit for Heaven. Let guilt or fear With easy dreams; remember all his virtues, Disturb man’s rest, Cato knows neither of And show mankind that goodness is your care!

them, Indifferent in his choice, to sleep or die.

Enter Lucia.

Lucia. Where is your father, Marcia, where Enter PORTIUS.

is Cato? But, ha! who's this ? my son! Why this in

Marcia. Lucia, speak low, he is retired to

rest. trusion? Were not my orders that I would be private ? Lucia, I feel a gentle dawning hope Why am I disobey'd ?

Rise in my soul-we shall be happy still. Por. Alas, my father!

Lucia. Alas, I tremble when I think on What means this sword, this instrument of In every view, in every thought, I tremble!

Cato! Let me convey it hence.

[death? Cato. Rash youth, forbear,

Cato is stern and awful as a god; Por. Oh, let the prayers, th’entreaties of He knows not how to wink at human trailty, your friends,

Or pardon weakness, that he never felt. Their tears, their common danger, wrest it

Marcia. Though stern and awful to the foes from you.

of Rome, Cato. Wouldst thou betray me? Wouldst He is all goodness, Lucia, always mild; thou give me up

Compassionate and gentle io his friends ;

Fill'd with domestic tenderness, the best,
A slave, a captive, into Cæsar's hands?
Retire, and learn obedience to a father,

The kindest father; I have ever found him Or know, young man

Easy and good, and bounteous to my wishes. Por. Look not thus sternly on me;

Lucia. "I'is his consent alone can make us

bless'd. You know, I'd rather die than disobey you. Cato. "Tis well! again I'm master of myself. Who knows how yet he may dispose of Pora

But who knows Cato's thoughts? [tius, Now, Cæsar, let thy troops beset our gates, And bar each avenue ; thy gathering fleets

Or how he has determined of thyself? O'erspread the sea, and stop up every port ;

Marcia. Let him but live, commit the rest to,

Cato sball open to himself a passage,
And mock thy hopes.-

Enter Lucius.
Por. [Kneeling.) Oh, Sir, forgive your son,
Whose grief hangs beavy on bim. Oh, iny Lue. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous

man! How am I sure it is not the last time

Oh, Marcia, I have seen thy godlike father; I e'er shall call you so ? Be not displeas'd, Some power invisible supports his soul, Oh, be not angry with me whilst I weep, And bears it up in all its wonted greatness. And, in the anguish of my heart, beseech you A kind, refreshing sleep is fallen upon him: To quit the dreadful purpose of your soul! I saw bim stretch'd at ease; his fancy lost cato. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful. In pleasing dreams; as I drew near his couch,

[Embracing him. He smild, and cried, Cæsar, thou canst not Weep not, my son, all will be well again;

hurt me. The righteous gods, whom I have sought to Marcia. His mind still labours with some please,

dreadful thought. Will succour Cato, and preserve his children. Por. Your words give comfort to my droop

Enter JUBA. ing heart. Cato. Portius, tbou may'st rely upon my

Juba. Lucius, the horsemen are return'd conduct:

from viewing



(ACT 3. The number, strength, and posture, of our foes, I'm sick to death-Oh, when shall I get Who now encamp within a short hour's march;


(sorrow! On the high point of yon bright western tower From this vain world, th' abode of guilt and We ken them from afar; the setting sun And yet, methinks, a beam of light breaks in Plays on their shining arms and burnish'd On my departing soul. Alas, I fear (search helmets,

I've been too hasty !-Oh, ye powers, that And covers all the field with gleams of fire. The heart of man, and weigh his inmost Luc. Marcia, 'tis time we should awake thy


If I have done amiss, impute it not-
Cæsar is still dispos’d to give us terms, The best may crr, but you are good, and,
And waits at distance till he hears from Cato.

Oh !-

(Dies. Luc. There fled the greatest soul that ever Enter PORTIUS.

Portius, thy looks speak somewhat of impor- | A Roman breast.--Oh, Cato! oh, my friend !

Thy will shall be religiously observ'd.
What tidings dost thou bring? Methinks I see But let us bear this awful corpse to Cæsar,
Unusual gladness sparkle in thy eyes. And lay it in his sight, that it may stand
Por. As I was hasting to the port, where A fence betwixt us and the victor's wrath :

Cato, though dead, shall still protect his
My father's friends, impatient for a passage,

friends. Accuse the lingering wind, a sail arriv'd From Pompey's son, who, through the realms

From hence, let fierce contending nations of Spain,


What dire effects from civil discord flow:
Calls out for vengeance on his father's death,
And rouses the whole nation up to arms.

'Tis this that shakes our country with alarms, Were Cato at their head, once more might And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms; Rome

Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife, Assert her rights, and claim her liberty.

And robs the guilty world of Cato's life. (A groan is heard.

[Exeunt. But, hark! what means that groan ?-Oh, give me way,

EPILOGUE. And let me fly into my father's presence!


Luc. Cato, amidst his slumbers, thinks on What odd fantastic things we women do!

Who would not listen when young lovers woo? And, in the wild disorder of his soul,

But die a maid, yet have the choice of two!
Mourns o'er his country. - Ha! á second Ladies are often cruel to their cost :
Heaven guard us all !

(groan- To give you pain, themselves they punish most. Mar. Alas, 'tis not the voice

Vows of virginity should well be weigh’d; Of one who sleeps; 'lis agonizing pain- Too oft they're cancell'd, though in convents 'Tis deatb is in that sound


(may Would you revenge such rash resolves you Re-enter Portius.

Be spiteful-and believe the thing we say,
Por. Oh, sight of woe!

We hate you when you're easily said nay.
Oh, Marcia, what we fear'd is come to pass! How needless, if you knew us, were your fears!
Cato has fallen upon his sword-

Let love have eyes, and beauty will have ears. Luc. Oh, Portius,

Our hearts are form'd as you yourselves would Hide all the horrors of thy mournful tale,

chuse, And let us guess the rest.

Too proud to ask, too humble to refuse : Por. I've rais'd him up,

[faint, We give to merit, and to wealth we sell : And plac'd him in his chair; where, pale and He sighs with most success that seitles well. He gasps for breath, and, as his life flows from The woes of wedlock with the joys we mix : him,

(weeping, 'Tis best repenting in a coach and six. Demands to see his friends. His servants,

Blame not our conduct, since we but pursue Obsequious to his order, bear him hither!- Those lively lessons we have learn'd from you. Mar. Oh, Heaven! assist me in this dread. Your breasts no more the fire of beauty warms, ful hour,

But wicked wealth usurps the power of charms. To pay the last sad duties to my father! What pains to get the gaudy things you hate, Cato brought on in a chair.

To swell in show, and be a wretch in state.

At plays you ogle, at the ring you bow; Juba. These are thy triumphs, thy exploits, E'en churches are no sanctuaries now: O Cæsar!

There, golden idols all your vows receive, Luc. Now is Rome fall'n indeed !

She is no goddess that has nought to give. Cato. Here set me down

[bark'd? Oh, may once more the happy age appear, Portius, come near me.- Are my friends em- When words were artless, and the thoughts Can any thing be thought of for iheir service ?

sincere :

[things, Whilst I yet live, let me not live in vain- When gold and grandeur were unenvied Oh, Lucius, art thou here ?-Thou art too And courts less coveted than groves and good


Let this our friendship live between our chil. Love then shall only mourn when truth com-
Make Portius happy in thy daughter Lucia: And constancy feel iransport it its chains :
Marcia, my daughter-

[Marcia. Sighs with success their own soft anguish tell, Oh, bend' me forward ! Juba loves thee, And eyes shall utter what the lips conceal: A senator of Rome, while Rome surviv'd, Virtue again to its bright station climb, Would not have match'd his daughter with a And beauty fear no enemy but time; king

[tinction- The fair shall listen to desert alone, But Cæsar's arms have thrown down all dis- / And every Lucia find a Cato's son.





REMARKS. THIS excellent farce turns on the circumstance of an honest peasant succeeding to the title and estate of a lord, and on the use that he makes of his unexpectedly-acquired wealth ; being thus enabled to evince feelings that would confer honour on the noblest hereditary rank. “ Proud wcalth !” exclaims Frank, "look here for an example!"-The proudest, indeed, need not be ashamed to follow it.

This after-piece continues, as it well deserves to be, a javourite with the theatrical part of the public.

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Snacks. You wish to rent it, do you? And

pray, Sir, where's your money ? And what do SCENE 1.-A Hall in the Castle.

you know about farming ?

Frank. I have studied agriculture; and, with Enter Mr. FRANK.

care, have no doubt of being able to pay my Frank. To what humiliation has my bad for- rent regularly. tune reduced me, when it brings me here an No, no, Sir; do you think I'm so unmindful of

Snacks. But I have a great doubt about it humble suppliant to my base oppressor !

his lordship's interest as to let his land to a Enter SNACKS, speaking,

can't think of it-Good day, friend; good day. Snacks. A letter for me by express! What

(Showing him the door. can it be about? Something of great conse- Frank. My necessities, Sir quence from my lord, I suppose. Frank here! Snacks. I have nothing to do with your neWhat the devil can he want?-Come a begging cessities, Sir; I have other business-Good though, I dare say.

day-There's the door. Frank. Good morning to you, Mr. Snacks. Frank. Unfeeling wretch! Snacks. Good morning.

(Coldly. Snacks. What! Frank. I'm come, Sir, to-I say, Sir, I'm Frank. But what could I expect? Think not, come to

thou sordid man, 'tis for myself I sue---my Snacks. Well, Sir, I see you are come ; and wife, my children--'tis for them I ask your what then? What are you come for, Sir? aid, or else my pride had never stooped so

Frank. The termination of the lawsuit which low! my honest poverty is no disgrace : your you have so long carried on against me, owing ill-gotten gold gives you no advantage over to my entire inability to prosecute it any fur me; for I had rather feel my heart beat freely, ther, bas thrown me into difficulties which I as it does now, than know that I possessed cannot surmount without your kind assist your wealth, and lord it with the crimes enance.

tailed upon it.

[Erit. Snacks. Very pretty, indeed! You are a very Snacks. A mighty fine speech, truly! I think modest man, Mr. Frank; you've spent your I'll try if I can't lower your tóne a little, my last shilling in quarrelling with me, and now fine, blustering fellow : I'll have you laid by you want me to help you.

the heels before night for this. Proud as you Frank. The farm called Hundred Acres is at are, you'll have time to reflect in a jail, and present untenanted—I wish to rent it. bring down your spirit a little. But come, let me see what my letter says. What a deal of a farthing if she marries such a paltry fellow time I've lost with that beggar ! [Reads. as you.

Sir,- This is to inform you that my Lord Rat. Why lookye ; I'm a lively spark, with Lackuit died an heir to his estate -his a good deal of fire in me, and it is not a little lordship never acknowledged her as his wife matter that will put me out: where others son called Robin Roughead-Robin is the legal sink, I rise : and his opposition of yours will heir to the estate- to put him in immediate pos- only serve to blow me into a blaze that will session, according to his lordship's last will and burn you up to cinder. I'm up to your gossip; testament. Yours to command,

I'm not to be had. Kit Codicil, Attorney at law. Snacks. No, nor my daughter's not to be Here's a catastrophe ! Robin Roughead a lord had, Mr. Banker's Cierk; so I sha'n't waste My stewardship has done pretty well for me any more time with you: go, and take in the already, but I think I shall make it do better llais in Lombard-street; it wont do here. now. Iknow this Robin very well; he's devil

(Erit. ish cunving, I'm afraid ; but i'll tickle him. He Rat. Oh! what he has mizzled, has he? I shall marry my daughter-then I can do as I fancy you'll find me the most troublesome please. To be sure, I have given my promise blade you ever settled an account with, old to Rattle; but what of that? he hasn't got it Raise-rent. I'll astonish you, some how or under my hand. I think I had better tell other. I wonder what has changed him so ! Robin this news at once; it will make him mad—and then I shall do as I please with

Enter Miss NANCY. him. Ay, ay, I'll go. How unfortunate that | Ah, my sweet, little, rural angel! How I did not make friends with him before! He fares it with you? You smile like a May has no great reason to like me; I never gave morning. him any thing but hard words.- [RATTLE Nan. The pleasure of seeing you always sings without.] Confound it, here's that fellow makes meRattle comiug.

Rat. Indeed! give me a kiss then. I love

you well enough to marry you without a farEnter Rattle.

thinz; but I think I may as well have the Rat. Ah, my old daddy! how are you?


five thousand pouuds, if it's only to tease old What! have you got the mumps-can't you Nan. Oh, you know you have his promise speak?

for that. Snacks. I wish you had the mumps, and Rat. Yes, but he says he has forgot all could not speak. What do you old daddy me about that, though it was no longer ago for ?

than yesterday; and he says I sha'n't have Rat. Why, father-in-law: curse me but you you. are most conceitedly crusty to-day; what's Nan. Does he, indeed ? the matter with you? why you are as melan- Rat Yes; but never mind that. choly as a lame duck.

Nan. I thought you said you loved me? Snacks. The matter is that I am sick.

Rat. And so I do, better than all the gold in Rat. What's your disorder ?

Lombard-street. Snacks. A surfeit: I've had too much of

Nan. Then why are you not sorry that my you.

father wont give his consent? Rat. Oh! you'll soon get the better of Rat. His consent! I have got yours and my that; for when I've married your daughter, own, and I'll soon manage him. Don't you curse me if I shall trouble you much with my remember how I frightened him one night, company !

when I came to visit you by stealth, dressed Snacks. But you haven't married her yet.

like a ghost, which he thinks haunts the Rat. Oh, but I shall soon; I have got your castle? Oh! I'll turn that to account. I promise, you know.

know he's very superstitious, and easily frightSnacks. Can't remember any such thing.

ened into any thing. Come, let's take a walk, Rat. No! your memory's very short then.

and plot how I, your knight-errant, shall Snacks. A short memory's very convenient, deliver you from this haunted castle. sometimes.

[Exeunt. Rat. And so is a short stick; and I've a great mind to try the utility of it now. I tell

SCENE II.-A Corn-field. you what, Snacks, I always thought you was a damned old rascal, but pow I'm sure of Robin Roughead discovered, tinding up a it: it's no matter, though: I'll marry your daugh.

sheaf. ter notwithstanding. Snacks. You will-will you ?

Rob. Ah! work, work, work, all day long, Rat. Yes, Snacks, I will; for I love her. I and no such thing as stopping a moment to wonder how the devil such a pretty girl ever rest! for there's old Snacks the steward, came to have such a queer, little, shrivelled, old always upon the look out; and if he sees one, mopstick as you for a father. Snacks, your slap he bas it down in his book, and then wite most certainly made a cuckold of you ; there's sixpence gone plump. (Comes forward.] it could not be else.

I do hate that old chap, and that's the truth Snacks. Impudent rascal !

on't. Now, if I was lord of this place, I'd Rat. But it signifies not who her father is ; make one rule-there should be no such Miss Nancy is lovely, and I'll marry her. thing as work; it should be one long holiday Let me see-five thousand pounds you pro all the year round. Your great folks bare mised ; yes, you shall give her that on the strange whims in their heads, that's for sartin. wedding-day. You have been a steward a I don't know what to make of’un, not l. Now long time; that sum must be a mere dea-bite there's all yon great park there, kept for his

lordship to look at, and his lordship has not Snacks. I rather think I shall never give her seen it these twelve years—Ah! if it was mine, I'd let all the villagers turn their cows last will and testament. Yours to command, in there, and it should not cost'em a farthing;

to you.

Kit Codicil, Attorney at Law. then, as the parson said last Sunday, I should Rob. What! -What all mine? the houses, be as rich as any in the land, for I should have the trees, the fields, the hedges, the ditches, the blessings of the poor. Dang it! here comes the gates, the horses, the dogs, the cats, the Snacks. Now I shall get a fine jobation, Icocks and the hens, and the cows and the bulls, suppose.

and the pigs and the-What! are they all

mine ? and I, Robin Roughead, am the rightEnter Snacks, bowing rery obsequiously ; Robin ful lord of all this estate!-Don't keep me a takes his Hat off, and stands staring at him. minute now, but tell me it is so—Make haste,

tell me-quick, quick! Rob. I be main tired, Master Snacks; so I Snacks. I repeat it, the whole estate is stopt to rest myself a little; I hope you'll ex- yours. cuse it. I wonder what the dickens he's Rob. Huzza! Huzza! [Catches off Snacks' grinning at.

[Aside. hat and wig.] Set the bells a ringing; set the Snacks. Excuse it! I hope your lordship’s ale a running ; make every body drunk-if infinite goodness and condescension will ex- there's a sober man to be found any where tocuse your lordship’s most obsequious, devot- day, he shall be put in the stocks. Go get my ed, and very humble servant, Timothy Snacks, hat full of guineas to make a scramble with; who is come into the presence of your lord- call all the tenants together. I'll lower the ship, for the purpose of informing your lord- rents -I'llship

Snacks. I hope your lordship will do me the Rob. Lordship! he, he, he! Ecod! I never favour toknew as I had a hump before. Why, Master Rob. Why, that may be as it happens; I can't Snacks, you grow funny in your old age. tell.

(Carelessly. Snacks. No, my lord, I know my duty bet- Snacks. Will your lordship dine at the castle ter; I should never think of being funny with to-day? a lord.

Rob. Yes. Rob. What lord? Oh, you mean the Lord Snacks. What would your lordship choose Harry, I suppose. No, no, must not be too for dinner ? funny with him, or he'll be after playing the Rob. Beef-steaks and onions, and plenty very devil with you.

of 'em. Snacks. I say, I should never think of jest- Snacks. Beef-steaks and onions! What a ing with a person of your lordship's dignified dish for a lord !-He'll be a savoury bit for my character.

daughter, though.

(-4side. Rob. Did-dig-What! Why, now I look Rob. What are you at there, Snacks? Go, get at you, I see how it is : you are mad. I won- me the guineas-make haste; I'll have the der what quarter the moon's in. Lord! how scramble, and then I'll go to Dolly, and tell your eyes roll! I never saw you so before.- her the news. How came they to let you out alone?

Snacks. Dolly! Pray, my lord, who's Dolly? Snacks. Your lordship is most graciously Rob. Why, Dolly is to be my lady, and your pleased to be facetious.'

mistress, if I find you honest enough to keep Rob. Why, what gammon are you at ?- you in my employ: Don't come near me, for you have been bit by Snacks. He rather smokes me.- I have a mad dog; I'm sure you have.

a beauteous daughter, who is allowed to be Snacks. If your lordship will be so kind as the very pink of perfection. to read this letter, it would convince your Rob. Damn your daughter! I have got lordship-Will your lordship condescend ? something else to think of: don't talk to me

Rob. Why, I would condescend, but for a of your daughter; stir your stumps, and get the few reasons, and one of 'em is, that I can't money. read.

Snacks. I am your lordship's most obseSnacks. I think your lordship is perfectly quious-Zounds! what a peer of the realm. right; for these pursuits are too low for one

(Aside; exit. of your lordship’s nobility:

Rob. Ha, ha, ha! What work I will make Rob. Lordship, and lordship again! I'll tell in the village !-Work! no, there shall be no you what, Master Snacks-let's have no more such a thing as work: it shall be all play.of your fun, for I wont stand it any, longer, Where shall I go? I'll go to-No, I wont go for all you be steward here: my name's Robin there; I'll go to Farmer Hedgestake's, and Roughead, and if you don't choose to call me tell him-No, I'll not go there ;-I'll go toby that name, I sha'n't answer you, that's flat. Damn it, I'll go no where; yes, I will; -{Aside.) I don't like him well enough to every where ; I'll be neither here, nor there, stand his jokes.

nor any where else. How pleased Dolly will Snacks. Why then, Master Robin, be so kind be when she hearsas to attend whilst I read this letter. [Reads. Sir,---This is to inform you, that my Lord

Enter Villagers, shouting. Lackuit died this morning, after a very short Dick, Tom, Jack, how are you, my lads ?illness ; during which he declared that he had been Here's news for you! Come, stand round, married, and had an heir to his estate : the woman make a ring, and "I'll make a bit of a speech he married was commonly called, or known, by to you. (They all get round him.) First of all, the name of Roughead: she was poor and illiter- I suppose Snacks has told you that I'm your ate, and, through motives of shame, his lordship landlord ? never acknowledged her as his wife: she has been Vil. We are all glad of it. dead some time since, and left behind her a son Rob. So am I; and I'll make you all happy : called Robin Roughead: now this said Robin is I'll lower all your rents. the legal heir to the estate. I have therefore sent All. Huzza! Long live Lord Robin ! you the necessary writings to put him into im- Rob. You sha'n't pay no rent at all. mediate possession, according to his lordship's AU. Huzza! huzza ! long live lord Robin!

I'll go

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