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Syphax, I long lo clasp that haughty maid, |'Twould be to torlure that young, gay barbarian,
lle must be murder'd, and a passage cut And hurry her away by manly force? Through those his guards.
Sem. But how to gain admission ? For access Is giv'n to none but Juba and her brothers.
Enter JUBA, with Guards. Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's dress and Ju- Juba. What do I see? Who's this that dares bia's guards;
usurp The doors will open, when Numidia's prince The guards and habits of Numidia's prince? Seems to appear before the slaves that watch Semn. One that was born to scourge thy arthern.
rogance, Scm. Heav'ns, what a thought is there! Mar- Presumptuous youth! cia's my own!
Juba. What can this mean? Sempronius! llow will my bosom swell with anxious joy, Sem. My sword shall answer thee. llave When I behold her struggling in my arms,
at thy heart. With glowing beauty, and disorder'd charms, Juba. Nay, then, beware thy own, proud, While fear and anger, with alternate grace,
barbarous man. Pant in her breast, and vary in her face!
[They fight ; Sempronius falls. So Pluto seiz'd off Proserpine, convey'd Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doom'd To bell's tremendous gloom th afrighted maid;
to fall There grimly smild, pleas’d with the beauteous By a boy's hand, disfigurd in a vile prize,
Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? Nor envy'd Joye his sunshine and his skies. Gods, I'm distracted! this my close of life!
[Exeunt.Oh, for a peal of thunder, ihat would make ACT IV.
and air, and heav'n, and Cato tremble!
[Dies. Scene I.-A Chamber.
Juba. With what a spring his furious soul Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
broke Joose, Lucia. Now tell me, Marcia, tell mc from And left the limbs still quic'ring on the ground! thy soul,
Hence let us carry off those slaves to "Cato, If thou believ'st 'tis possible for woman That we may there at length unravel all To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? This dark design, this mystery of fate. Marcia. Oh, Lucia, Lucia, might my big
[Exit Juba ; his Guards taking swoln heart
those of Sempronius as PriVent all its griess, and give a loose to sorrow, Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace With all thy woes, and count out tear for icar.
Enter Lucia and MARCIA. Lucia. I know thou'rt doom'd alike to be Lucia. Sure 'was the clash of swords; my belor'd
troubled heart By Juba, and thy father's friend, Sempronius: Is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows, But which of these has pow'r io charm like it throbs with fear, and aches at ev'ry sound. Portius?
Oh, Marcia, should thy brothers, for my sake Marcia. Still I must beg thee not to name I die away with horror at the thought! Sempronius.
Marcia. See, Lucia, see! bere's blood! here's Lucia, I like not that loud, boist'rous man.
blood and murder! Juba, to all the brav'ry of a hero,
lla! a Nụmidian! Heav'n preserve the prince! Adds softest love and sweetness: he, I own, The face lies muffled up within the garment, Might make indeed the proudest woman happy. But, ah! death to my sight! a diadem, Lucia. But should this father give you to And royal robes! O gods! 'tis he, 'tis he! Sempronius?
Juba lies dead before us! Marcia. I dare not think he will: but if he Lucia. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy should
assistance Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer, Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind; Imaginary ills, and fancied tortures ? Thou canst not put it to a greater trial. I hear the sound of feet! They march this Marcia. Lucia, look there, and wonder at Let us retire, and try if we can drown
my patience; Each softer thought in sense of present danger: Ilare I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, When love once pleads admission to our hearts, Torend my heart with grief, and run distracted? In spite of all the virtues we can boast,
Lucia. What can I think, or say, to give The woman that deliberates is lost. [Exeunt.
thec comfort ?
Marcia. Talk not of comfort; 'lis for lighter Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like Juba, with
ills: Numidian Guards.
Behold a sight that strikes all comfort dead. Sem. The deer is lodgʻd, I've track'd her to her covert.
Enter JUBA, inperccioed. Be sure you mind the word, and, when I give it, I will indulge my sorrows, and give way Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. To all the pangs and fury of despair; How will the young Numidian rave to see That man, that hest os men descrv'd it from me. His mistress lost! If'aught could glad my, soul,
Juba. What do I hear? and was the false Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize,
That best of men? Oh, had I fall'o like him, That still broke foremost through the crowd And could have been thus mourn'd, I had
of patriots, been bappy.
[Aside. As with a hurricane of zeal transported, Marcia. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd And virtuous ev'n to madnessbreast.
Cato. Trust me, Lucius, Oh, he was all made up of love and charms! Our civil discords have produc'd such crimes, Whalerer maid could wish, or man admire : Such monstrous crimes, I am surpris'd at nothing. Delight of ev'ry eye; when he appear'd, -Oh, Lucius, I am sick of this bad world! A secret pleasure gladden'd all that saw him. The daylight and the sun grow painful to me. Oh, Juba, Juba! Juba. What means that voice? Did she not
Enter PORTIUS. call on Juba?
But see where Portius comes: what means Marcia. He's dead, and never knew bow
this haste ? much I lov'd him; Lucia, wbo knows but his poor, bleeding heart,
Why are thy looks thus chang’d?
Por. My heart is griev'd:
I bring such news as will afflict father.
Cato. Has Caesar shed more Roman blood ? Alas! be knew not, hapless youth, he knew not Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba! The traitor Syphax, as within the square
Por. Not so. Juba. Where am I? Do Dive? or am indeed He exercis'd his troops, the signal giv'n, Wbat Marcia thinks? All is Elysium round me! Flew off at once with his Numidian horse
[.Aside: To the south gate, where Marcus holds the Marcio. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd
I saw, and calld to stop him, but in vain : lor modesty nor virtue here forbid
He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me, A last embrace, while thus
He would not stay and perishlike Sempronius. 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 world transported!
Is Caesar's! Caio has no business in it. If ihou art Juba, who lies there?
Luc. While pride, oppression, and injustice Juba. A wreich,
reign, Disguis'd like Juba on a curs’d design.
The world will still demand her Cato's presence, I could not bear
In pity to mankind submit to Caesar, To leave thee in the neighbourhood of death, And reconcile thy mighty soul to life. But fiew, in all the haste of love, to find thee; Cato. Would Lucius have me live to swell I found thee weeping, and confess this once,
the number Am rapt with joy, to see my Marcia's lears. of Caesar's slaves, or by a base submission Marcia. I've been surpris'd in an unguarded Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant ? hour,
Luc. The victor never will impose on Cato But must not now go back; the love, that lay Ungen'rous terms. His enemies confess Half-smother'd in my breast, has broke through all The virtues of humanity are Caesar's. Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre. Gato. Curse on bis virtues! they've undone I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee.
his country Juba. My joy, my best belov'd, my only wish! Such popular humanity is treasonHow shall 1 speak the transport of my soul? But see young, Juba; the good youth appears, Marcia. Lucia, thy arm, Lead to my apart
Full of the guilt of his perfidious subjects !
Luc. Alas, poor prince! his fate descrves ment.
compassion. Ok, 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. Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, Juba. I blush, and am confounded to appear And make the gods propitious to our love.
Before thy presence,
Cato. [E.reunt Marcia and Lucia. Cato. What's thy crime? Juba. I am so blest, I fear 'tis all a dream. Juba. l'in a Numidian. Fortune, thou now hast made amends for all Cato. And a brave one too. Thou hast a Thy past unkindness: I absolve my stars.
Roman soul. What though Numidia add her conquer'd towns Juba. Hast thou not heard of my false And provinces to swell the victor's triumph,
countrymen? Juba will never at his fate repine:
Cato. Alas, young prince! Let Caesar have the world, if' Marcia's mine. Falsehood and fraud shoot up in ev'ry soil,
[Exit. The product of all climes-Rome has its Caesars.
Juba. 'Tis gen'rous thus to comfort the disSCENE II.-Before the Palace. A March
tress'd. at a Distance.
Cato, 'Tis just to give applause where 'tis Enter Caro and Lucius.
deseru'd : Luc. I stand astonish'd! What, the bold Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortune, Sempronius,
Like purest gold, that, tortur'd in the furnace,
Comes out more bright, and brings forth all Cato. Caesar asham'd! Has he not seen its weight.
Luc. 'Tis time thou save thyself and us.
Cato. Lose not a thought on me; I'm out
of danger: grief!
Heav'n will not leave me in the victor's hand. My brother Marcus
Caesar shall never say, be conquer'd Cato.
But oh, my friends! your safety fills my heart
Tis now, O Caesar, I begin to fear ibee!
Juba, my heart is troubled for thy sake.
Should I advise thee to regain Numidia,
Juba. If I forsake thee
Portius, draw near: my son, thou oft hast seen
Thy sire engag'd in a corrupted state,
Let me advise thee to retreat betimes Have gather'd round it, and attend it weeping. To thy paternal seat, the Sabine field;
Where the great Censor toild with his own Dead March. Cato meets the Corpse. Lu
hands, CIUS, Senators, Guards, etc. attending. And all our frugal ancestors were bless'd Calo. Welcome, my son! Here lay him In humble virtues, and a rural life;
down, my friends, There live retir'd, pray for the peace of Rome; Full in my sight, that I may view at leisure Content thyself to be obscurely good. The bloody corse, and count those glorious When vice prevails, and impious men bear wounds.
sway, - How beautiful is death, when earnd by virtue! The post of honour is a private station. Who would not be that youth? What pity is it Por. I hope my father does not recommend That we can die but once to serve our country! A life to Portius that he scoros himself. - Why sits this sadness on your brows, my Cato. Farewell, my friends! If there be any
Know there are ships prepar'd, by my command,
That shall convey you to the wish'd-for pori.
If c'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet
In happier climes, and on a safer shore,
Pointing to his dead Son. With tears, that flow'd not o'er his own dear There the brave youth, with love of virtue fir'd,
[Aside. Who greatly in his country's cause expir'd, Calo. Whate'er the Roman virtue has subdu'd, Shall know 'he conquer’d. The firm patriot The sun's whole course, the day and year, are
there, Caesar's :
Wbo made the welfare of mankind his care, For him the self-devoted Decii died,
Though still by faction, vice, and fortune crost, The Fabii fell, and the great Scipios conquer'd : Shall find the gen'rous labour was not lost. Ev'n Pompey fought for Caesar. 'Oh, my friends,
[Dead March. Exeunt in fuHow is the toil of fale, the work of ages,
SCENE I.--A Chamber.
Cato solus, sitting in a thoughtful Posture ; Mankind enslav'd, and be asham'd of empire. in his Hand, Plato's Book on the Immor
tality of the Soul. A drawn Sword on And bar each avenue; thy gath’ring fleets the Table, by him.
O'erspread the sea, and stop up ev'ry port; Cato. It must be so-Plato thou reason'st Cato 'shall open to bimself a passage, well
And mock thy hopes.Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
Por. [Kneeling] Oh, sir! forgive your son, This longing after immortality?
Whose grief hangs heavy on him. Oh, my
father! Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul How am I sure it is not the last time Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? I e'er shall call you so ? Be not displeas'd, 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; Oh, be not angry with me wbilst I
weep, Tis hear'n itself that points out an hereafter, And, in the anguish of my heart, beseech you And intimates eternity to man.
To quit the dreadful
soul! Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Cato. Thou hast been ever good and duti
ful. Through what variety of untried being,
[Embracing him. Through what new scenes and changes must Weep, not, my son, all will be well-again; we pass?
The righteous gods, whom I have sought to The wide, the unbounded prospect lies be
please, fore me :
Will succour Cato, and preserve his children. But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.
Por. Your words give comfort to my droopHere will I hold. If there's a power above us
ing heart (And that there is, all nature cries aloud
Cato. Portius, ibou may’st rely upon my
conduct: Through all her works), he must delight in virtue :
Thy father will not act what misbecomes him. And that which he delights in must be happy. But go, my son, and see if aught he wanting But when, or where?-- this world was made Among thy father's friends ; see ihem embark'd, for Caesar:
And tell me if the winds and seas befriend them. I'm weary of conjectures -- this must end them. My soul is quite weigh'd down with care,
and asks [Laying his Hand on his Sword. Thus am f doubly arm'd: my death and life, The soft refreshment of a moment's sleep. My bane and antidote, are both before me.
Por. My thoughts are more at ease, my This in a moment brings me to an end;
heart revives- [Exit Calu. But this informs me I shall never die.
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 pature sink in years, He is retir'd to rest, and seems to cherish
So needful to us all, and to his country: But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, nhurt amidst the war of elements,
Thoughts full of peace. - He has dispatch'd The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
me hence What means this heaviness that hangs upon me? With orders that bespeak a mind compos’d, This lethargy that creeps through all my senses? And studious for the safety of his friends. Nature, oppress'd and harrass'd out with care, Marcia, take care that none disturb his slumSinks down to rest. This once I'll favour her,
[Exit. That my awaken'd soul may take her flight,
Marcia. Oh, ye immortal powers, that guard
the just, Renewd in all her strength, and fresh with life, An off'ring fit for heav'n. Let guilt or fear
Watch round his couch and soften his
repose, Disturb man's rest, Cato knows neither of them, Banish his sorrows, and becalm his soul
VVith lodiff'rent in his choice to sleep or die.
easy dreams; remember all his virtues,
And show mankind that goodness is your care! Enter Portius. But, ha! who's this? my son! Why this in
Enter LUCIA. trusion?
Lucia. Where is your father, Marcia, where Were not my orders that I would be private?
is Cato ? Why am I disobey'd ?
Marcia. Lucia, speak low, he is retir'd Por. Alas, my father! What means this sword, this instrument of Lucia, I feel a gentle dawning hope death?
Rise in my soul-We shall be happy still. Let me convey it hence.
Lucia. Alas, I tremble when I think on Calo! Cato. Rash youth, forbear!
In every view, in every thought I tremble! Por. Oh, let the pray’rs, th' entreaties of Cato is stern and awful as a god;
He knows not how to wink at human frailty, Their tears, their common danger, wrest it Or pardon weakness, that he never felt. from you!
Marcia. Though stern and awful to the foes Cato. Wouldst thou betray me? Wouldst
of Rome, thou give me up
He is all goodness, Lucia, always mild; A slave, a captive, into Caesar's hands? Compassionate and gentle to his friends; Retire, and learn obedience to a father, Filld with domestic tenderness, the best, Or know, young man
The kindest father; I have ever found him Por. Look not thus sternly on me; Easy and good, and bounteous to my wishes. You know, I'd rather die than disobey you.
Lucia. 'Tis his consent alone can make us Cato. 'Tis well! again I'm master of myself.
blest. Now, Caesar, let thy troops beset our gates, But who knows Cato's thoughts?
Who knows how yet he niay dispose of Oh, Marcia, what we fear'd is come to pass! Portius,
Cato has fall’n upon his swordOr how he has determind of thyself?
Luc. Oh, Portius, Marcia. Let him but live, commit the rest Hide all the horrors of the mournful tale, to heav'n.
And let us guess the rest.
Por. I've rais'd him up,
And plac'd him in his chair; where, pale and Luc. Sweet are the slumbers of the vir
faint, tuous man!
He gasps for breath, and as his life flows Oh, Marcia, I have seen thy godlike father;
froin him, Some power invisible supports his soul, Demands to see his friends.
Ilis servants, And bears it up in all its wonted greatness.
weeping, A kind, refreshing sleep is fall'n upon him: Obsequious to his order, bear him hither! I saw him stretch'd at ease; bis fancy lost Mar. Oh, heav'n! assist me in this dreadful In pleasing dreams; as I drew near his couch,
hour, He smild, and cried, Cacsar, thou canst not To pay the last sad duties to my father!
hurt me. Marcia. His mind still labours with some
Cato brought on in a Chair. dreadful thought.
Juba. These are thy triumphs, thy exploits,
0 Caesar! Enter JUBA.
Luc. Now is Rome fall'n indeed! Juba. Lucius, the horsemen are relurn'd Calo. Here set me downfrom viewing
Portius, come near mc-Are my friends emThe number, strength, and posture of our foes,
bark'd ? Who now encamp within a short hour's march; Can any thing be thought of for their service? On the high point of yon bright western tower Whilst I yet live, let me not live in vainWe ken ihem from afar; the setting sun Oh, Lucius, art thou here?- Thou art too Plays on their shining arms and burnish'd
Let this our friendship live between our chilAnd covers all the field with gleams of fire.
dren Luc. Marcia, 'tis time we should awake thy Make Portius happy in thy daughter Lucia. father.
Marcia, my daughter-Caesar is still dispos'd to give us terms, Oh, bend me forward ! Juba loves thce, Marcia. And waits at distance till he hears from Cato. A senator of Rome, while Rome surviv'd,
Would not have match'd his daughter with Enter PORTIUS.
a kingPortius, thy looks speak somewhat of impor- But Caesar's arms have thrown down all distance.
tinctionWhat tidings dost thou bring? Methinks I see I'm sick to death-Oh, when shall I get loose Inusual gladness sparkle in thy eyes. From this vain world, th'abode of guilt and Por. As I was basting to the port, where now
sorrow! My father's friends, impatient for a passage, And yet, methinks, a beam of light breaks in Accuse the ling‘ring winds, a sail arriv'd On my departing soul. Alas, I fear From Pompey's son, who, through the realms I've been too basty! - Oh, ye powers, that of Spain,
search Calls out for vengeance on his father's death, The heart of man, and weigh his inmost And rouses the whole nation up to arms.
thoughts, Were Cato al their head, once more might If I have done amiss, impute it nolRome
The best may crr, but you are good, and Assert her rights, and claim her libérty.
[Dies. [.4 groan is heard. Por. There fled the greatest soul that ever But, hark! what means that groan? --Oh,
warm'd give nie way,
A Roman breast:-Oh, Cato! oh, my friend! And let me fly into my father's presence! Thy will shall be religiously obserr’d.
[Exit. But let us bear this awful corpse to Caesar, Luc. Cato, amidst bis slumbers, thinks on And lay it in his sight, that it may stand, Rome,
A fence betwixt us and the victor's wrath: And, in the wild disorder of his soul, Cato, though dead, shall still protect his friends. Mourns o'er his country. - Ha! second
From hence, let fierce contending nations Heav'n guard us all!
know, Mar. Alas, 'tis not the voice
What dire effects from civil discord flow: Of one who sleeps ; 'tis agonizing pain
'Tis this that shakes our country with alarms, 'Tis death is in that sound
And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms;
Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife,
And robs the guilty world of Cato's life.