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“This empty world, to me a joyless desert, “Has nothing left to make poor Marcia happy. “ Jub. I'm on the rack! Was he so near her heart? “Mar. Oh, he was all made up of love and charms 1 “ Whatever maid could wish, or man admire : “ Delight of every eye; when he appear'd, “ A secret pleasure gladd’ned all that saw him; “But when he talk'd, the proudest Roman blush'd “To hear his virtues, and old age grew worse. “jub. I shall run mad—” “ Mar. Oh, Jubal Jubal Jubal Jub. What means that voice Did she not call on Juba : Mar. “Why do I think on what he was he's dead Î “ He's dead, and never knew how much I lov’d him.” Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart, Amidst its agonies, remember'd Marcia, And the last words he utter'd, call'd me cruell Alas! he knew not, hapless youth, he knew not Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Jubal Jub. Where am I? Do I live or am indeed What Marcia thinks All is Elysium round me! Mar. Ye dear remains of the most lov’d of men, Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid A last embrace, while thus— jub. See, Marcia, see [Throwing himself before her. The happy Juba lives | He lives to catch That dear embrace, and to return it too With mutual warmth and eagerness of love. Mar. With pleasure and amaze Istand transported 1 “Sure 'tis a dream 1 dead and alive at once 1" If thou art Juba, who lies there : jub. A wretch, Disguis’d like Juba on a curs'd design. “The tale is long, nor have I heard it out : “Thy father knows it all.” I could not bear To leave thee in the neighbourhood of death, But flew, in all the haste of love, to find thee; I found thee weeping, and confess this once, Am rapt with joy to see my Marcia's tears. Mar. I’ve been surpriz'd in an unguarded hour, But must not now go back; the love that lay Half smother'd in my breast, has broke through all Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre. I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee. “jub. I'm lost in ecstacy; and dost thou love, “Thou charming maid— * Mar. And dost thou live to ask it * “jub. This, this is life indeed! life worth preserving, “Such life as Juba never felt ’till now 1 “Mar. Believe me, prince, before I thought thee dead, “I did not know myself how much I lov'd thee. “ 7ub. Oh, fortunate mistake I “Mar. O happy Marcial” jub. My joy, my best belov'd, my only wish I How shall I speak the transport of my soul I Mar. Lucia, thy arm. “Oh, let me rest upon it ! . “The vital blood that had forsook my heart,
“Returns again in such tumultuous tides,
A march at a distance. Enter CATO and Lucius.
Luc. I stand astonish'd] What, the bold Sempronius, That still broke foremost through the crowd of pa
As with a hurricane of zeal transported,
Cato. Trust me, Lucius,
Enter Po RTI Us. But see where Portius comes: what means this haste? Why are thy looks thus chang'd
Por. My heart is griev'd, I bring such news as will afflićt my father. Cato. Has Caesarshed more Roman blood Por. Not so. The traitor Syphax, as within the square He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch; I saw, and call'd to stop him, but in vain : He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me, He would not stay and perish like Sempronius. Cato. Perfidious man! But haste, my son, and see Thy brother Marcus ačts a Roman’s part. [Ex. Por. —Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me: Justice gives way to force: the conquer'd world Is Caesar’s l Cato has no business in it. Luc. While pride, oppression, and injustice reign, The world will still demand her Cato's presence. In pity to mankind submit to Caesar, And reconcile thy mighty soul to life. Cato. Would Lucius have me live to swell the number Of Caesar's slaves, or by a base submission Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant Luc. The vićtor never will impose on Cato Ungen’rous terms. His enemies confess The virtues of humanity are Caesar’s. Cato. Curse on his virtues 1 they've undone his country. - Such popular humanity is treason—
But see young Juba; the good youth appears,
Full of the guilt of his perfidious subječts!
jub. I blush, and am confounded to appear Before thy presence, Cato, Cato. What's thy crime * Jub. I’m a Numidian. Cato. And a brave one too. Thou hast a Roman soul. Jub. Hast thou not heard of my false countryment Cato, Alas, young prince 1 falsehood and fraud shoot up in ev'ry soil, The product of all climes—Rome has its Caesars. jub. 'Tis generous thus to comfort the distress'd. Cato. 'Tis just to give applause where 'tis deserv'd; Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortune, Like purest gold, that, tortur'd in the furnace, Comes out more bright, and brings forth all its weight. Jub. What shall I answer thee? “My ravish'd heart “O'erflows with secret joy:” I’d rather gain Thy praise, O Catol than Numidia's empire.
JEnter Po RTI Us.
Por. Misfortune on misfortune 1 grief on grief I My brother Marcus—
Cato. Hah! what has he done?