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Juba. Ob, Marcia, let me hope thy kind As if he mourn'd his rival's ill success; concerns
Then bids me hide the motions of my heart, And gentle wishes follow me to battle ! Nor show which way it turns. So much he fears The thought will give new vigour to my arm, The sad effect that it will have on Marcus, And sirength and weight to my descending Was ever virgin love distress'd like mine. sword,
Marcia. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our And drive it in a tempest on the foe.
sorrows, Marcia. My pray’rs and wishes always shall But to the gods submit th’event of things. attend
Our lives, discolourd with our present woes, The friends of Rome, the glorious cause of virtue, May still grow bright, and smile with happier And men approv'd of by the gods and Cato.
bours. Juba. That Juba may deserve thy pious cares,
So the pure, limpid stream, when foul, with I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father,
stains Transplanting, one by one, into my life,
of rushing torrents, and descending rains, His bright perfections, till í shine like him. Marcia. My father never, at a time like this, Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines,
Works itself clear, and, as it runs, refines, Would lay oui bis great soul in words, and waste Reflects each flow'r that on the border grows, Such precious moments.
Aud a new heav'n in its fair bosom shows. Juba. Thy reproofs are just, Thou virtuous maid; l'H hasten to my troops,
SCENE I.-The Senate-house.
turs discovered. Oh, lovely maid! then will I think on thee; Sem. Rome still survives in this assembled And in the shock of charging hosts, remember
senate. 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 For Marcia's love.
[Trumpets. Lucia. Marcia, you're too severe:
Luc. Hark! he comes. How could you chide the young, good-natur'd prince,
Trumpets. Enter CATO, PORTIS, and MARCUS. And drive him from you with so stern an air; Cato. Fathers, we once again are met in A prince that loves, and dotes on you to death?
council; Marcia. How, Lucia! wouldst thou have me Caesar's approach has summond us together,
And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. In pleasing dreams, and lose myself in love, How shall we treat this bold, aspiring man? When ev'ry moment Cato's life's at stake? Success still follows him, and backs bis crimes; Lucia. Why have I not this constancy of Pharsalia gave him Rome, Egypt has since mind,
Receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile'is CacWho have so many griefs to try its force ?
sar's. Sure, nature form'd me of her softest mould, Why should I mention Juba's overthrow, Enfeebled all my soul with tender passions, And Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands And sunk me er'n below my own weak sex: Still smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should Pity and love, by turns, oppress my heart.
decree. Marcia. Lucia, disburden all thy cares on me, What course to take. Our foe advances on us, And let me share thy most retir'd distress. And envies us ev'n Libya's sultry deserts. Tell me, who raises up this conflict in thee? Fathers, pronounce your thoughts: are they Lucia. I need not blush to name them,
still fix'd when I tell thee
To bold it out, and fight it to the last? They're Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato. Or are your hearts subdu'd at length, and Marcia. But tell me whose address thou fa
wrought, vour'st most?
By time and ill success, to a submission? I long to know, and yet I dread to hear it. Sempronius, speak. Lucia. Suppose 'twere Portius, could you Sem. My voice is still for war. blame my choice?
Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Oh, Portius, thou hast stol'n away my soul! Which of the two to choose, slav'ry or death? Marcus is over warm; his fond complaints No; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, Have so much earnestness and passion in them, And, at the head of our remaining troops, I hear bim with a secret kind of horror, Attack the foe, break through the thick array And tremble at his vehemence of temper. Of his throng'd legions, and charge home
Marcia. Alas, poor youth! flow will thy coldness raise
Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, Tempests and storms in his afflicted bosom! May reach his heart, and free the world I dread the consequence.
from bondage. Lucia. You seem to plead
Rise, fathers, rise! 'lis Rome demands your help ; Against your brother Portius.
Rise and revenge her slaughter'd citizens, Marcia. Lucia, no;
Or share their fate; Had Portius been the unsuccessful lover, To battle! The same compassion would have fall'n on him. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are Lucia. Portius himself oft falls in tears be
slow; And Scipio's ghost walks unreveng'd amongst us.
Cato. Let not. a lorrent. of impetuous zeal Disdains a life which he has power to offer. Transport, thee thus beyond the bounds of Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Caesar;
Her gen'rals and her consuls are no more, True fortitude is seen in great exploits, Who check'd his conquests, and deny'd bis That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;
triumphs. All else is tow’ring frenzy and distraction. Why will not Cato be this Caesar's friend? Lucius, we next would know what's your opin- Cato. These very reasons thou hast urg'd
forbid it. Luc. My thoughts, I must consess, are Dec. Caesar is well acquainted with your turn'd on peace.
· virtues, Already have we shown our love to Rome, And therefore sets this value on your life. Now let us show submission to the gods. Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, And name your terms. But free the commonwealth ; when ibis end fails, Cato. Bid him disband his legions, Arms have no further use. Our country's Restore the commonwcalth to liberty, cause,
Submit his actions to the public censure, That drew our swords, now wrests them and stand the judgment of a Roman senate. from our hands,
Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend. And bids us not delight in Roman blood, Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your Unprofitably shed. What men could do,
wisdom-Is done already: heav'n and earth will wit- Cato. Nay, more; though Cato's voice was ness,
ne'er employ'd If Rome must fall, that we are innocent. To clear the guilly, and to varnish crimes,
Cato. Let us .appear nor rash nor dissident; Myself will mount the rostrum in his favour, Immod'rate valour swells into a fault; Avd strive to gain his pardon from the people, And fear, admitted into public councils, Dec. A style like this becomes a conqueror. Betrays like treason. Let us shun them both. Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs
Roman, Are e grown thus desp'rate: we have bulwarks Dec. What is a Roman, that is Caesar's foe? round us;
Cato, Greater than Caesar: he's a friend to Within our walls are troops inurd to toil
virtue. In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Dec. Consider, Cato, you're in Utica, Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, And at the head of your own little senate: Ready to rise at its young prince's call. You don't now thunder in the capitol, WSile there is hope, do not distrust the gods; With all the mouths of Rome to second you. But wait at least till Caesar's near approach Cato. Let him consider that, who drives us Force us to yield. 'Twill never be too late
hither, To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. 'Tis Caesar's sword has madeRome's senate lille, Why should Rome fall a 'momenį ere her And thinn'd its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye time?
Beholds this man in a false, glaring light, No, let us draw her term of freedom out Which conquest and success have thrown In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: Didst thou but view him right, thou'dst sce Ant let me perish, but, in. Cato's judgment,
him black A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. That strike my soul with horror but to name Enter Junius.
I know thou look'st on me as on a wrelch Jun. Fathers, e'cn now a herald is arriv'd
Beset with ills, and cover'd with misfortunes; From Caesar's camp, and with him comes old Decius,
But, by the gods I swear, millions of worlds The Roman knight: he carries in his looks
Should never buy me to be like that Caesar.
Dec. Does Cato send this answer back to Impatience, and demands to speak with Cato.
ship? Decius was once my friend, but other prospects
Cato. His cares for me are insolent and vain: Ilave loos'd those lies, and bound him fast to Caesar.
man! the gods take care of Cato. Presumptuous
Would' Caesar show the greatness of his soul, llis message may determine our resolves.
Bid him employ his care for these my friends, Enter Decius.
And make good use of his ill-gotten pow'r, Dec. Caesar sends health to Cato
By shelt'ring men much better tban bimself. Cato. Could he send it
Dec. Your bigh, unconquer'd heart makes To Cato's slaughter'd friends, it would be wel
destruction, Are not your orders to address the senate? But I have done. When I relate hereafter
Dec. My business is with Cato ; Caesar sees The tale of this unhappy embassy, The straits to which you're driv'n; and, as he All Rome will be in tears. [Exit, attended. knows
Sem. Cało, we thank thee. :
Cato. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. Speaks in thy voice; thy soul breathes liberty. Would he save Cato, bid him spare his country. Caesar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st, Tell your dictator this; and tell him, Cato And shudder in the midst of all his conquests.
Luc. The senale owns its gratitude to Cato, King's far remote, that rule, as fame reports
Loaden with gifts, and fill'd the courts of Zama. Lacius seerns fond of life; but what is life? Cało. I am no stranger to thy father's greatTis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air
ness. From time to time, or gaze upon the sun; Juba. I do not mean to boast bis power "Tis to be free, Wben liberty is gone,
and greatness, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. But point out new alliances to Cato. Oh, could my dying hand but lodge à śword Had we not better leave this Utica, la Caesar's bosom, and revenge my country, To arm Numidia in our cause, and court By bear'n, I could enjoy the pangs of death, Th’assistance of my father's powerful friends ? And smile in agony !
Did they know 'Caio, our remotest kings Luc. Others perhaps
embattled multitudes about him; May serve their country with as warm a zeal, Their swarthy hosts would darken all our plains, Though 'tis not kindled into so much rage. Doubling the native horror of the war,
Sem. This sober conduct is a mighty virtue And making death more grim. lo lukewarm patriots.
Cato. And canst thou think Cato. Come, no more, Sempronius; Cato will fly before the sword of Caesar! All bere are friends to Rome, and to each other. Reduc'd, like Hannibal, to seek relief Let us not weaken still the weaker side From court to court, and wander up and down By our divisions.
A vagabond' in Afric?
Juba. Cato, perhaps
Cato. Fathers, 'tis time you come io a resolve. Would fain preserve a life of so much value.
Luc. Cato, we all go into your opinion: My heart is wounded, when I see such virtue Caesar's behaviour has convinc'd the senate, Afflicted by the weight of suchi misfortunes. We ought to hold it out till terms arrive. Cato. Thy nobleness of soul obliges me. Sem. We ought to hold it out till death; But know, young prince, that valour soars abore but, Cato,
What the world calls misfortune and affliction, My private voice is drown'd amidst the senate's. These are not ills; else would they never fall Cato. Then let us rise, my friends, and On heav'n's first fav’rites, and the best of meit. strive to fill
The gods, in bounty, work up stormis about us, This little interval, this pause of life
That give mankind occasion to exert. (While yet our liberty and fates are doubtful)|Their hidden strength, and throw out into With resolution, friendship, Roman bravery,
practice And all the virtues we can crowd into it; Virtues which shun the day, and lic conceal'd That hear'n may say, it ought to be prolong'd. In the smooth seasons and the calms of life. Fathers, farewell—The young Numidian prince Juba. I'm charm'd whene'er thou talk'st; I Comes forward, and expects to know our coun
pant for virtue;' sels. [Exeunt Senators. And all my soul endeavours at perfection.
Calo. Dost thou dove watchings, abstinence, Enter JUBA.
Juba. The best good fortune that can fall Juba. The resolution sits a Roman senate.
on Juba, But, Cato, lend me for awhile thy patience, The whole success at which my
heart aspires, And condescend to hear a young man speak. Depends on Cato. Aly father, when, some days before bis death, Cato. What does Juba say? He order'd me to march for Ulica,
Thy words confound me. (Alas! I thought not then his death so near!) Juba. I would fain retract them. Vept o'er me, press'd me in his aged arms; Give them me back again : they aim'd at nothing. And, as his griefs gave way, My son, said he, Cato. Tell me thy wish, young prince; make Whatever fortune shall befall thy father,
not my car
Cato. What can Juba ask,
Juba. I fear to name it.
Marcia-inherits all her father's virtues. Juba. My father's fate,
Calo. What wouldst thou say? In spite of all the fortitude that shines Juba. Gato, thou hast a daughter. Before my face in Cato's great example, Cato. Adieu, young prince; I would not Subdues iny soul, and Gills my eyes with tears.
hear a word Cato. It is an honest sorrow, and becomes thee. Should lessen thee in my esteem. Remember Juba. His virtues drew respect from foreign The band of fate is over us, and heav'n climes:
Esacts severity from all our thoughts. The kings of Alric sought him for their friend; It is not now a time to talk of aught
But chains, or conquest; liberty, or death. Juba. If knowledge of the world makes men
May Juba ever live in ignorance!
Šyph. Go, go; you're young.
er'd with confusion ? This arrogance unanswer'd! thour't a traitor, You look as if yon stern philosopher
A false old traitor. Ilad just now chid you.
Syph. I have gone too far. [Aside. Juba. Syphax, I'm undone!
: Juba. Cato shall know the baseness of thy Syph. I know it well.
soul. Juba. Cato thinks meanly of me.
Syph. I must appease this storm, or perish Syph. And so will all mankind.
[Aside. Juba. I've opend to him
Young prince, behold these locks, that are The weakness of my soul, my love for Marcia.
Syph. Cato's a proper person to intrust Beneath a helmet in your falber's battles. A love tale with!
Juba. Those locks shall ne'er protect thy Juba. Oh, I could pierce my heart,
insolence. My foolish hear!!
Syph. Must one rash word, the infirmity of Syph. Alas, my prince, how are you chang'?
age, of late!
Throw down the merit of my better years ? I've known young Juba rise before the sun, This the reward of a whole life of service! To bcat the thicket, where the tiger sleph Curse on the boy! how steadily be hears me! Or seek the lion in his dreadful haunts.
[Aside. I've seen you,
Juba. Is it because the throne of my foreEvin in the Libyan dog-days, hunt him down,
fathers Then charge bim close,
Still stands unfill'd, and that Numidia's crown And, stooping from your horse,
Hangs doubtful yet whose head it shall enclose, Rivet the panting savage to the ground. Thou thus presum'st to treat thy prince with Juba. Prythee, no more.
scorn ? Syph. How would the old king smile, Syph. Why will you rive my heart with To see you weigh the paws, when tipp'd with
such expressions ? gold,
Does not old Syphax follow you to war! And throw the shaggy spoils about your shoul- What are his aims to shed the slow remains, ders!
His last poor ebb of blood in your defence ? Juba. Syphax, this old man's talk, though
Juba. Syphax, no more! I would not hear honey flow'd In er'ry word, would now løse all its sweetness. Syph. Not hear me talk! what, when my Cato's displeas'd, and Marcia lost for ever.
faith to Juba, Sypk. Young prince, 1 yet could give you My royal master's son, is call'd in question ? good advice;
My prince may strike me dead, and I'll be dumb; Marcia might still be y urs.
But whilst I live I must not hold my tongue, Juba. As how, dear Syphix?
And languish out old age in his displeasure. Syph. Juba command Numidia's hardy
Juba. Thou know'st the way too well into troops, Mounted on steeds unus'd to tve' restraint
I do believe thee loyal to thy prince.
Syph. What greater instance can I give ?
To do an action which my soul abhors,
And gain you whom you love, at any price. To do an act that would destroy mine honour? Juba. Was this thy motive? I have been Syph. Gods, I could tear my hair to hear
Syph. And 'tis for this my prince has callid Honour's a fine imaginary notion,
me traitor. That draws in raw and inexperienc'd men
Juba. Sure thou mistak'st; I did not call To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
callid Juba. Wouldst thou degrade thy prince Syph. You did indeed, my prince, you into a ruffian?
me traitor. Syph. The boasted ancestors of these great Nay, further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato.
Of what, my prince, would you complain to
Cato? Whose virtues you admire, were all such ruffians.
That Syphax loves you, and would sacrifice This dread of nations, this almighty Rome, His life, nay more, his honour, in your service? That comprehends in her wide empire's bounds Juba. Syphax, I know thou lov'st me; but All under hear'n, was founded on a rape;
indeed Your Scipios, Caesars, Pompeys, and your Catos Thy zeal for Juba carried thee too far. (The gods on earth), are all the spurious blood Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines. The noble mind's distinguishing perfection,
Jubu. Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles.
her, Syph. Indeed, my prince, you want to know And imitates her actions where she is not: the world.
It ought not to be sported with.
Syph. Believe me, prince, you make old-Sy- Unusual fastings, and will bear no more phax weep
This medley of philosophy and war. To hear you talk--but 'tis with tears of joy. Within an hour they'll storm the senate-house. If e'er your father's crown adorn your brows, Syph. Meanwhile FH. draw up my NurdiNumidia will be blest by Calo's lectures.
dian troops Juba. Syphax, thy band; we'll mutually forget Within the square, to exercise their 'armis. The warmth of youih, and frowardness of age : And, as I see occasion, fàvour thee. Thy prince esteems thy worth, and loves thy I laugh to see how your unshaken Cato person.
Will look aghast, wbile unforeseen destruction If e'er the sceptre come into my hand, Pours in upon him thus froin every side. Syphax shall stand the second in my kingdom. Sypk. Why will you o'erwhelm my age So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend, with kindness?
Sudden th' impetuous hurricanes descend, My joys grow burdensome, I shan't support it. Wheel through th' air, in circling eddies play, Juba. Syphax, farewell.' I'll hence, and try Tear up the sands, and sweep wböle" plains to find
away. Some blest occasion, that may set me right The helpless traveller, with wild surprise, In Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man Sees the dry desert all around him risc, Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admir- And, smother'd in the dusty, whirlwind, dies. [E:vit.
[Exeunt. Syph. Young men soon give, and soon for
ACT III. get affronts; Old age is slow in both-A false old traitor! –
Scene I.-The Palace. These words, rash boy, may chance to cust Enter MARCUS and Portius. thee dear.
Marc: Thanks to my stars, I have not rang'd My heart had still some foolish fondness for
about thee, But bence, 'tis gone! I give it to the winds: Nature first pointed out my Portius to me,
The wilds of life, ere I could find a friend; Caesar, I'm wholly thine.
And early taught nie, by her, secret force, Enter SEMPRONIOS.
To love thy person, ére
knew thy merit, All hail, Sempronius!
Till what was instinct, grew up into friendship; Well, Cato's senate is resolv'd to wait
Por. Marcus, the friendships of the world The fury of a siege, before it yields. Sem. Syphas, we both were on the verge Our's has severest virtue for its basis,
Confed'racies in vice, or leagues of pleasure; of fate; Lucius declar'd for peace, and terms were of
And such a friendship ends not but with hfe. fer'd
Marc. Portius, thoù know'st my soul in all To Cato, by a messenger from Caesar.
its weakness; Syph. But how stands Cato ?
Then, prythee,' spare me on its tender side; Sem. Thou hast seen mount Atlas :
Indulge me but in love, my other passions Whilst storms and tempels thunder on its brows, Shall rise and fall by virtue's nicest rules And oceans break their billows at its feet, Por. When los' welbtim'd, 'tis not a fault It stands unmov'd, and glories in its height:
to love. Such is that haughty man; bis tow'ring soul, The strong, the brave, the firtuous, and the wise "Midst all the shocks and injuries of fortune, Sink in the soft captivity together. Rises superior, and looks down on Caesar. Marc. Alas, thou talk'st like one that never Syph. But what's this mess essenger?
felt Sem. I've practis'd with him,
Th' impatient throbs and longings of a soul, And found a means to let the victor know, That pants and reaches after distant good! That Syphax and Sempronius are his friends. A lover does not live by vulgar time : But let me now examine in my turn; Believe me, Porlius, in my Lucia's absence Is Juba fix'd ?
Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; Syph. Yes, but it is to Cato.
And yet, when I behold the charming maid, Pre tried the force of ev'ry reason on him, I'm ten times more undone; while hope, and Sooth'd and caress'd; been angry, sooth'd again;
fear, Laid safety, life, and interest in his sight; And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once, But all are vain, he scorns them all for Cato. And with variety of pain distract me. Sem. Well, 'tis no matter; we shall do Por. What can thy Portius do to give thee without him.
help? Syphas, I now may hope, thou hast forsook Marc. Portius, thou oft enjoy'st the fair one's Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
presence; Šyph. May she be thine as fast as thou Then undertake my cause, and plead it to her wouldst have her.
With all the strength and heat of eloquence But are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt? Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Does the sedition catch from man to man, Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And run among the ranks ?
And fades away, and withers in his bloom; Sem. All, all is ready;
That he forgets his sleep, and loathes his food, The factious leaders are our friends, that spread That youth, and health, and war, are joyless Murmurs and discontents among the soldiers;
to him; They count their toilsome marches, long fa- Describe bis anxious days, and restless nights tigues,
And all the torments that thou see'st me suffer