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Luc. The senale owns its gratitude to Cato, Kings far remote, that rule, as fame reports
Loaden with gifts, and fill'd the courts of Zama.
and greatness, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. But point out new alliances to Cato. Oh, could my dying hand but lodge a sword Had we not better leave this Utica, In 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
powerful friends ? And smile in agony !
Did they know Cato, 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
Doubling the native borror 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; Calo will fly before the sword of Caesar! All here 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.
vagabond in Afric? Sem. Cato, my resentments
Juba. Cato, perhaps Are sacrific'd to Rome--I stand reprov'd. I'm too officious; but my forward cares
Cato. Fathers, 'tis time you come to 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 such 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 above 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 men. strive to fill
The gods, in bounty, work up storms 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 lie 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.
Cato. Dost thou love watchings, abstinence, Enter Juba.
Juba. The best good fortune that can fall Juba. The resolution fits 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. My father, when, some days before his death, Cato. What does Juba say? He order'd me to march for Utica,
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
Calo. What can Juba ask,
Juba. I fear to name it.
Marcia-inherits all her father's virtues. Juba. My father's fate,
Cało. What wouldst thou say? In spite of all the fortitude that shines Juba. Cato, thou hast a daughter. Before my face in Cato's great example, Cato. Adieu, young prince; I would not Subdues my soul, and Glls 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 hand of fate is over us, and heav'n climes :
Exacts severity from all our thoughts. The kings of Afric sougbt 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!
Syph. Go, go, you're young:
er'd with confusion ? This arrogance unanswer'd! thour't a trailor, You look as if yon stern philosopher
A false old traitor. Had 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 open'd 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 father's battles. A love tale with!
Juba. Those locks shall ne'er protect thy Juba. Oh, I could pierce my heart,
insolence. My foolish heart!
Syph. Must one rash word, the infirmity of Syph. Alas, my prince, how are you chang'd
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 beat the thicket, where the tiger slept, Curse on the boy! how steadily he bears me! Or seek the lion in his dreadful haunts.
[ Aside. I've seen you,
Juba. Is it because the throne of my foreEv'n in the Libyan dog-days, bunt him down,
fathers Then charge him close,
Still stands unfilld, 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. Pr'ythee, no more.
scorir? Syph. How would the old king smile, Syph. Why will you rive my heart willa 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 airs? 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 ev'ry word, would now lose all its sweetness. Syph. Not hear me talk! what, when my Cato's displeas'd, and Marcia lost for ever.
faith to Juba, Syph. Young prince, I 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 yours,
But whilst I live I must not hold my tongue, Juba. As how, dear Syphax ?
And languish out old age in his displeasure. Syph. Juba commands Numidia's hardy
Juba. Thou know'st the way too well into troops, Mounted on steeds unus'd, to the restraint I do believe thee loyal to thy prince. Of curbs or bits, and fleeter than the winds : Give but the word, we snatch this damsel up,
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 call'd Ilonour'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. Juba. Wouldst thou degrade thy prince Syph. You did indeed, my prince, you call’d 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 Whose virtues you admire, were all such ruf
That Syphax loves you, and would sacrifice This dread of nations, this almighty Rome,
Ais 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 meels 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 'lis 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 I'll draw up my NumiNumidia will be blest by Cato's lectures.
dian troops. Juba. Sypbax, thy hand; we'll mutually forget Within the square, to exercise their arms, The warmth of youth, and frowardness of age: And, as I see occasion, favour thee. Thy priuce esteems thy worth, and loves thy I laugh to see how your unshaken Cato person,
Will look aghast, while unforeseen destruction If e'er the sceptre come into my hand, Pours in upon him thus from every side. Syphax shall stand the second in my kingdom. Syph. 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, Ishan'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 whole 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 rise, Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admir-And, smother'd in the dusty whirlwind, dies. [Exit.
(Exeunt. Syph. Young men soon give, and soon forget affronis;
ACT III. Old is slow in both-- A false old traitor!
Scene 1. –The Palace. age These words, rash boy, may chance to cos! Enter MARCUS and PORTIUS. thee dear.
Marc. Thanks to my stars, I have not rang'd My heart had still some foolish fondness for
The wilds of life, ere I could find a friend; But hence, 'tis gone! I give it to the winds:
Nature first pointed out my Portius to me, Caesar, l'm wholly tbine.
And early taught me, by her secret force, Enter SEMPRONIUS,
To love thy person, ere I knew thy merit, All hail, Sempronius!
Till what was instinct, grew up into friendship. Well, Cato's senate is resolv'd to wait
Pór. Marcus, the friendships of the world The fury of a siege, before it yields. Sem. Syphax, we both were on the verge Ours 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 life. fer'd
Marc. Portius, thou know'st my soul in all To Cato, by a messenger from Caesar.
its weakness ; Syph. But how stands Cato ?
Then, pr'ylhee, spare me on its tender side; Sein. Thou hast seen mount Allas: Indulge me but in love, my other passions Whilst storms and tempets thunder on its brows, Shall rise and fall by virtue's nicesi rules. And oceans break their billows at its feet, Por. When love's well tim’d, 'tis not a fault It stands unmor’d, and glories in its height:
lo love. Such is that haughty man; his tow'ring soul, The strong, the brave, the virtuous, 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 messenger?,
Th' impatient throbs and longings of a soul,
Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; Syph. Yesbut it is to Calo.
And yet, when I behold the charming maid, I've tried the force of ev'ry reason on him, I'm ten times more undone; while bope, 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? Syphax, 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; Syph. 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 bis 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 his anxious days, and restless nights tigues,
And all the torments that thou sce'st me suffer
Por. Marcus, I beg thee give me not an Lucia. Has not the vow already pass'd my office
lips? That suits with me so ill. Thou know'st my The gods have heard it, and 'lis seald in heav'n. temper.
May all the vengeance that was ever pour'd Marc. Wilt thou behold me sinking in my On perjur'd heads o'erwhelm me if I break it! woes,
Por. Fix'd in astonishment, I gaze upon thee, And wilt thou not reach out a friendly arm, Like one just blasted by a stroke from heav'n, To raise me from amidst this plunge of sorrows? Who pants for breath, and stiffens, yet alive, Por. Marcus, thou canst not ask what I'd In dreadful looks; a monument of wrath! refuse;
· Lucia. Think, Portius, think thou see'st thy But here, believe me, I've a thousand reasons
dying brother Marc. I know thou'll say my passion's out Stabb’d at his heart, and all besmear'd with of season,
blood, Chat Cato's great example and misfortunes Storming at beav'n and thee! Thy awful sire Should both conspire to drive it from my Sternly demands the cause, th' accursed cause thoughts.
That robs bim of his son :-farewell, my Portius! But what's all this to one that loves like me? Farewell, though death is in the word-for ever! O Portius, Portius, from my soul I wish Por. Thou must not go; my soul still borThou didst but know thyself what 'tis to love!
ers o'er thee, Then wouldst thou pity and assist thy brother. And can't get loose. Por. What should I do? If I disclose my Lucia. If the firm Portius shake passion,
To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers! Our friendship's at an end; if I conceal it, Por. 'Tis true, unruffled and serene, I've met The world will call me false to friend and The common accidents of life; but here brother.
[Aside. Such an unlook'd-for storm of ills falls on me, Marc. But sce, where Lucia, at her wonted It beats down all my strength, I cannot bear it. hour,
We must not part.
Arc not there heavens, and gods, that thunder
o'er us? of beauty!
But sec, thy brother Marcus bends this way; Observe her well, and blame me if thou canst. I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell, Por. She sees us, and advances
Farewell, and know thou wrong'st me, if thou Marc. I'll withdrav
think'st, And leave you for awhile. Remember, Portius, Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. Thy brother's life depends upon iby tongue.
Marc. Portius, what hopes? How stands
she? am I doom'd
To life or death?
Por. Oh, Lucia, language is too faint to show Marc. Thy downcast looks, and thy disor-
Por. I'm griev'd I undertook it.
sult my heart,
Lucia, though sworn never to think of love, Por. Alas, poor youth! What dost thou Compassionates your pains, and pities you. think, my Lucia?
Marc. Compassionates my pains, and pities His gen'rous, open, undesigning heart
me! Has begg'd his rival to solicit for him ! What is compassion when 'tis void of love? Then do not strike him dead with a denial. Fool that I was to choose so cold a friend Lucia. No, Portius, no; I see thy sister's To urge my cause!-Compassionates my pains! tears,
Prythee what art, what rhet'ric didst thou use
To one that asks the warm returns of love,
Por. Marcus, no more; have I deserv'd this
[Shouts and Trumpets.
What means that shout, big with the sounds Those basty words, or I am lost for ever.
\Vhat new alarm?
Sem. Cato, commit these wretches to my care; [Shouts and Trumpels repeated. First let them each be broken on the rack, Por. A second, louder yet,
Then, with what life remains, impal'd, and left Swells in the wind, and comes more full upon To writhe at leisure, round the bloody stake;
There let them hang, and taint the southern Marc. Oh, for some glorious cause to fall
wind. in battle!
The partners of their crime will learn obedience. Lucia, thou hast undone mc: thy disdain Cato. Forbear, Sempronius!—see they suffer Has broke my heart: 'tis death must give me
But in their deaths remember they are men; Por. Quick, let us hence. Who knows if Lucius, the base, degen'rate age requires Cato's life
Severity. Stands sure ? Oh, Marcus, I am warm'd; my When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish, heart
The gods behold the punishment with pleasure, Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for And lay th' uplifted 'thunderbolt aside. glory:
Sem. Cato, l'execute thy will with pleasure. [Exeunt. Trumpets and shouting. Cato. Mean while, we'll sacrifice to liberty.
Remember, O my friends! the laws, the rigbis, SCENE II.-Before the Senate-house. The gen'rous plan of power deliver'd down Enter SEMPRONIUS, with the Leaders of the From age to age by your renown'd forefathers Muliny.
(So dearly bought, the price of so much blood): Sem. At length the winds are rais'd, the Oh, let it never perish in your hands! storm blows high!
But piously transmit it to your children. Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up
Do thou, great liberty, inspire our souls, In all its fury, and direct it right,
And make our lives in thy possession happy, Till it has spent itself on Cato's head.
Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence. Vean while, I'll herd among his friends, and
[Exeunt Cato, etc.
1 Lead. Sempronius, you have acted like One of the number, tbat, whate'er arrive,
yourself, My friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe.
One would have thought you had been half
[Exit 1 Lead. We are all safe; Sempronius is
Sem. Villain, stand off; base, grov'ling, our friend.
[ Trumpeis. But, hark, Cato enters. Bear up boldly to bim; Mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors!
2 Lead. Nay, now you carry it too far, Be sure you beat him down, and bind him fast; This day will end our toils.
Sempronius! Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend. Throw off the mask, ihere are none here but
friends. Trumpets. Re-enter SEMPRONIUS, wilh Caro,
Sem. Know, villains, when such paltry slaves Lucirs, PortiUS, MARCUS, and Guards.
To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, Cato. Where are those bold, intrepid sons They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails,
They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. That greatly turn their backs upon the foe, Here, take these factious monsters, drag them And to their general send a brave defiance?
forth Sem. Curse on their dastard souls, they|To sudden death.
stand astonish'd! [Aside. 1 Lead. Nay, since it comes to this — Cato. Perfidious men! And will
thus Sem. Dispatch them quick, but first pluck dishonour
out their tongues, Your past exploits, and sully all your wars ? Lest with their dying breath they sow sedition. Why could not Cato fall
[Exeunt Guards, with the LeaWithout your guilt? Behold, ungrateful men,
ders of the Mutiny. Bebold my bosom naked to your swords, And let the man that's injur'd strike the blow.
Enter Syphax. Which of you all suspects that he is wrong'd, Syph. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd Or thinks be suffers greater ills than Cato?
ahortive; Am I distinguish'd from you but by toils, Still there remains an after-game to play; Superior toils, and beavier weight of cares? My troops are mounted; Painful pre-eminence!
Let but Sempronius head us in our flight, Sem. Confusion to the villains! all is lost! We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his
guard, Cato. Hence, worthless men! hence! and And hew down all that would oppose our complain to Caesar,
passage. You could not undergo the toil of war, A day will bring us into Caesar's camp: Nor bear the bardships that your leader bore. Sem. Consusion! I have failid of half my Luc. See, Cato, see the unhappy men! they
purpose : weep!
Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind ! Fear and remorse, and sorrow for their crime, Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's Appear in ev'ry look, and plead for mercy.
slave? Cato. Learn:o be honest men, give up your Sem. Tbink not thy friend can ever feel the leaders,
soft And pardon shall descend on all the rest. Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love.