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Had Porcius been the unsuccessful lover,
Enter MARCIA and LUCIA.

The same compassion would have fallen on him.

Luc. Porcius himself oft falls in tears before me, Juba. Hail, charming maid! How does thy As if he mourn’d his rivals ill suecess; beauty smooth

Then bids me hide the motions of my heart, The face of war, and make even horror smile! Nor shew which way it turns : so much he fears At sight of thee my heart shakes off its sorrows;

The sad effects that it would have on Marcus. I feel a dawn of joy break in upon me,

Mar. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows; And for a while forget the approach of Cæsar. But to the gods submit the event of things. Mar. I should be griev'd, young prince, to think Our lives, discolour'd with our present woes, my presence

May still grow bright, and smile with happier hours : Unbent your thoughts, and slacken'd them to arms, So the pure limpid stream, when foul with stains While, warm with slaughter, our victorious foe Of rushing torrents, and descending rains, Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field.

Works itself clear, and, as it runs, refines, Juba. 0, Marcia, let me hope thy kind concerns Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines, And gentle wishes follow me to battle :

Reflects each flower that on the border grows, The thought will give new vigour to my arm,

And a new heaven in its fair bosom shows. Add strength and weight to my descending sword

[E.seunt. And drive it in a tempest on the foe.

Mar. My prayers and wishes always shall attend The friends of Rome, the glorious cause of virtue, And men approv'd of by the gods and Cato.

Juba. That Juba may deserve thy pious cares,
I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father,

ACT II.
Transplanting, one by one, into my life
His bright perfections, till I shine like him.
Mar. My father never at a time like this

SCENE I.- The Senate House. --A Flourish of Would lay out his great soul in words, and waste

Trumpets.
Such precious moments.
Juba. Thy reproofs are just,

SEMPRONIUS, Lucius, and Senators discovered.
Thou virtuous maid I'll hasten to my troops,
And fire their languid souls with Cato's virtue. Sem. Rome still survives in this assembled senate.
If e'er I lead them to the field, when all

Let us remember we are Cato's friends, The war shall stand rang’d in its just array, And act like men who claim that glorious title. And dreadful pomp, then will I think on the

Luci. Cato will soon be here, and open to us 0, lovely maid !-then will I think on thee; The occasion of our meeting. And, in the shock of charging hosts, remember,

(A sound of Trumpets. What glorious deeds should grace the man, who Hark, he comes.hopes

May all the guardian-gods of Rome direct him! For Marcia's love [Erit.

[Trumpets. Luc. Marcia, you're too severe : How could you chide, and drive so sternly from you,

Enter Cato, Porcius, and Marcus. A prince that loves and dotes on you to death ? Cato. (Sits between Porcius and Marcus.) Mar. How, Lucia! would’st thou have me sink Fathers, we once again are met in council: away

Cæsar's approach has summon'd us together, In pleasing dreams, and lose myself in love, And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. When every moment Cato's life's at stake

How shall we treat this bold aspiring man? Luc. Why have not I this constancy of mind, Success still follows him, and backs his crimes : Who have so many griefs to try its force ? Pharsalia gave him Rome; Egypt has since Pity and love, by turns, oppress my heart. Receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cæsar's. Mar. Lucia, disburthen all thy cares on me,

Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,
And let me share thy most retir'd distress : And Scipio's death ? Numidia’s burning sands
Tell me, who raises up this conflict in thee ? Still smoke with blood.—'Tis time, we should decree

Luc. I need not blush to name them, when I say, What course to take. Our foe advances on us,
They're Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato. And envies us even Libya's sultry deserts.
Mar. But tell me, whose address thou favour'st Fathers, pronounce your thoughts :-are they still
most:

fix'd I long to know, and yet I dread to hear it. To hold it out, and fight it to the last ? Luc. Suppose 'twere Porcius-could you blame Or are your hearts subdu'd at length, and wrought my choice?

By time and ill success to a submission ? 0, Porcius, thou hast stolen away my soul ! Sempronius, speak. Marcius is furious, wild, in his complaints ;

Sem. (Rises.] My voice is still for war. I fear him with a secret kind of dread,

Gods! can a Roman senate long debate And tremble at his vehemence of temper.

Which of the two to choose-slavery or death ? Mar. Alas, poor youth !-And canst thou throw No; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, him from thee?

And, at the head of our remaining troops, How will thy coldness raise

Attack the foc, break through the thick array Tempests and storms in his afflicted bosom! Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him, I dread the consequence.

Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, Luc. You seem to plead

May reach his heart, and free the world from bond Against your brother Porcius

age. Mar. Lucia, no :

Rise, fathers, rise! 'tis Rome demands your help;

Rise, and revenge her slaughter'd citizens;

The straits to which you're driven ; and as he knows Rouse np for shame! our brothers of Pharsalia Cato's high worth is anxious for your life. Point at their wounds, and cry aloud to battle : Cato. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, Would he save Cato? Bid him spare his country And Scipio's ghost walks unreveng'd amonst us. Tell your dictator this : and tell hiin, Cato

(Sils. Disdains a life which he has power to offer. Cato. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal.

Dee. Rome and her senators submit to Cæsar: Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason. Her generals and her consuls are no more, True fortitude is seen in great exploits

Who check'd his conquests,

and denied his triumphs. That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides: Why will not Cato be this Cæsar's friend? All else is towering frenzy and distraction.

Cato. Those very reasons thou hast urg'd, forbid it. Are not the lives of those who draw the sword

Dec. Cæsar is well acquainted with your virtues, In Rome's defence intrusted to our care?

And therefore sets this value on your life : Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter, Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, Might not the impartial world too justly say, And name your terms. We lavish'd at our death the blood of thousands, Cato. Bid him disband his legions; To grace our fall, and make our ruin glorious ? Restore the commonwealth to liberty; Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion. Submit his actions to the public censure, Luci. (Rises.) My thoughts, I must confess, are And stand the judgment of a Roman senate:turn'd on peace.

Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves,

Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your wisdonBut free the commonwealth: when this end fails, Coto. Nay, more-though Cato's voice was ne'er Arms have no further use : our country's cause,

employ'd That drew our swords, now wrests them from our To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes, hands,

Myself will mount the rostrum in his favour, And bids us not delight in Roman blood

And strive to gain his pardon from the people. Unprofitably shed.- What men could do

Dec. A style like this becomes a conqueror. Is done already: heaven and earth will witness, Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a Roman. If Rome must fall, that we are innocent.

Dec. What is a Roman, that is Cæsar's foe?

(Sits. Cato. Greater than Cæsar; he's a friend to virtue. Cato. Let us appear nor rash, nor diffident: Dec. Consider, Cato, you're in Utica, Immoderate valour swells into a fault;

And at the head of your own little senate; And fear, admitted into public counsels,

You don't now thunder in the capitol, Betrays like treason : let us shun them both. With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs

Cato. Let him consider that who drives us hither: Are grown thus desperate : we have bulwarks round 'Tis Cæsar's sword has made Rome's senate little, us;

And thinn'd its ranks. Alas, thy dazzled eye Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil

Beholds this man in a false glaring light, In Africk's heats, and season'd to the sun ;

Which conquest and success have thrown upon him! Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Didst thou but view him right, thou’dst sec him black Ready to rise at its young prince's call.

With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes While there is hope, do not distrust the gods : That strike my soul with horror but to name 'em. But wait, at least, till Cæsar's near approach I know thou look'st on me, as on a wretch Force us to yield. 'Twill never be too late Beset with ills, and cover'd with misfortunes; To sue for chains, and own a conqueror.

But, by the gods I swear, millions of worlds Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time? Should never buy me to be like that Cæsar No, let us draw her term of freedom out

Dec. Does Cato send this answer back to Cæsar, In its full length, and spin it to the last;

For all his generous cares, and proffer'd friendship? So shall we gain still one day's liberty:

Cato. His cares for me are insolent and vain : And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment, Presumptuous man ! the gods take care of Cato.A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty

Would Cæsar show the greatness of his soul, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

Bid him employ his care for these my friends

And make good use of his ill-gotten power,
Enter Junius.

Bv sheltering men much better than himself.

Dec. Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forJun. Fathers, even now, a herald is arriv'd

gel From Cæsar's camp; and with him comes old Decius, You are a man. You rush on your destruction. The Roman knight: he carries in his looks

But I have done When I relate hereafter
Impatience, and demands to speak with Cato. The tale of this unhappy embassy
Cato. By your permission, father.—Bid him enter All Rome will be in tears.
]Exit Junius.

[Erit with Junius, and Titus.
Decius was once my friend: but other prospects Sem. (Rises.] Cato, we thank thee:
Have loos'd those ties, and bound him fast to Cæsas. Cæsar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st,
His message may determine our resolves.

And shudder in the midst of all his conquests.

(Sils. Enter Decius, JUNIUS, and Titos.

Luci. (Rises.] The senate owns its gratitude to

Cato; Dec. Cæsar sends health to Cato

Who with so great a soul consults its safety, Cato. Co ld he send it

And guards our lives, while he neglects his own. To Cato's slaughter'd friends, it woull be welcome.

(Sits. Are not your orders to address the senate ?

Sem. ] Rises.) Sempronius gives no thanks on this Dec. My business is with Cato. Cæsar sees

account.

Lucius seems fond of life: but what is life?

Had we not better leave this Utica, "Tis not to draw fresh air from time to time; To arm Numidia in our cause, and court 'Tis to be free. When liberty is gone,

The assistance of my father's numerous friends ? Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.

Did they know Cato, our remotest kings Oh! could my dying hand but lodge a sword Would pour embattled multitudes about him; In Cæsar's bosom, and revenge my country, Their swathy hosts would darken all our plains, By heavens, I could enjoy the pangs of death, Doubling the native horror of the war, And sinile in agony!

[Sits. And making death more grim. Luci. Others, perhaps,

Cato. And canst thou think,
May serve their country with as warm a zeal, Cato will fly before the sword of Cæsar,
Though 'tis not kindled into such a rage.

Reduc'd, like Hannibal, to seek relief
Sem. This sober conduct is a mighty virtue From court to court, and wander up and down
In luke-warm patriots.

A vagabond in Africk ?
Cato. Come! no more, Sempronius.

Juba. Cato, perhaps,
All here are friends to Rome, and to each other: I'm too officious; but my forward cares
Let us not weaken still the weaker side

Would fain preserve a life of so much value.
By our divisions.

My heart is wounded, when I see such virtue Sem. Cato, my resentments

Afflicted by the weight of such misfortunes. Are sacrific'd to Rome. I stand reprov'd.

Cato. Thy nobleness of soul obliges me. Cato. Fathers, 'tis time you come to a resolve. But know, young prince, that valour soars above

Luci. Cato, we all go in to your opinion: What the world calls misfortune and affliction. Cæsar's behaviour has convinc'd the senate

These are not ills; else would they never fall We ought to hold it out, till terms arrive.

On heaven's first favourites, and the best of men: Sem. We ought to hold it out till death. But, The gods, in bounty, work up storms about us, Cato,

That give mankind occasion to exert
My private voice is drown'd amid the senate's. Their hidden strength, and throw out into practice

Cato. Then let us rise, my friends, and strive to fill Virtues, which lie conceald
This little interval, this pause of life,

In the smooth seasons and the calms of life.
While yet our liberty and fates are doubtful,

Juba. I'm charm'd whene'er thou talkost: I pant With resolution, friendship, Roman bravery,

for virtue, And all the virtues we can crowd into it;

And all my soul endeavours at perfection. That heaven may say, it ought to be prolong’d. Cato. Dost thou love watchings, abstinence, and Fathers, farewell.-The young Numidian prince

toil? Comes forward, and expects to know our counsels. Laborious virtues all !-Learn them from Cato:

(Exeunt Poncius, Marcus, Lucius, SEMPRO- Success and fortune must thou learn from Cæsar Nius, and the other Senators.

Juba. The best good fortune that can fall on

Juba,
Enter Juba.

The whole success at which my heart aspires,

Depends on Cato.
Cato. Juba, the Roman senate has resolvid, Cato. What does Juba say?
Till time give better prospects, still to keep Tell me thy wishes, prince.
The sword unsheath'd, and turn its edge on Cæsar. Juba. 0, they're extravagant!
Juba. The resolution fits a Roman senate.

Still let me hide them.
But, Cato, lend me for a while thy patience,

Cato. Speak : what can’st thou ask
And condescend to hear a young man speak. That Cato will refuse ?
My father, when some days before his death

Juba, I fear to name it:
He order'd me to march for Utica ;-

Marciam inherits all her father's virtues. Alas, I thought not then his death so near!

Cato. Adieu, young prince, I would not hear a Wept o'er me, press'd me in his aged arms,

word And, as his griefs gave way, My son, he said, Might lessen thee in my esteem. Remember, How fortune may dispose of me,

The hand of fate is over us, and heaven
Be Cato's friend; he'll train thee up to great Exacts severity from all our thoughts :
And virtuous deeds : do but observe him well, It is not now a time to talk of aught
Thou'lt shun misfortunes, or thou'lt learn to bear 'em. But chains or conquest, liberty or death. [Exil.

Cato. Thy sire, good Juba, was a worthy prince,
And merited, alas! a better fate :-
But heaven thought otherwise.

Enter Syphax.
Juba. His cruel fate,
In spite of all the fortitude that shines

Syph. How's this, my prince? What! cover? Before my face in Cato's great example,

with confusion?
Subdues my soul, and fills my eyes with tears. You look, as if yon stern philosopher

Cato. It is an honest sorrow, and becomes thee. Had just now chid you.
Juba His virtues drew respect from foreign climes: Juba. Syphax, I'm undone.
The kings of Africk sought him for their friend, Syph. I know it well.
Kings far remote, that rule, as fame reports,

Juba. Cato thinks meanly of me.
Behind the hidden sources of the Nile;

Syph. And so will all mankind.
Oft have their black ambassadors appear'd,

Juba. I've open’d to him
Loaden with gifts, and fill'd the courts of Zama. The weakness of my soul, my love for Marcia.

Cato. I am no stranger to thy father's greatness. Syph Cato's a proper person to intrust
Juba. I do not mean to boast his power and great- A love-tale with!
Dess,

Juba. 0, I could pierce my heart,
But point out now alliances to Cato.

My foolish heart! Was ever wretch liko Jut

Syı h, Alas, my prince, how are you chang'd of Syph. Must one rash word, the infirmity of age, 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,

(Aside.] Curse on the boy! how steadily he hears me! Or seek the lion in his dreadful handts:

Juha. Is it, because the throne of my forefathers How did the colour mount into your cheeks, Still stands unfillid, and that Numidia's crown When first you rous'd him to the chase! I've seen Hangs doubtful yet whose head it shall inclose, you,

Thou thus presum’st to treat thy prince with scorn ? Even in the Libyan dog-days, hunt him down; Syph. Why will you rive my heart with such exThen charge him close, provoke him to the rage

pressions ? Of fangs and claws, and, stooping from your horse, Does not old Syphax follow you to war? Rivet the panting savage to the ground.

What are his aims ? What is it he aspires to? Juba. Prythee, no more.

Is it not this ? To shed the slow remains, Syph. How would the old king smile

His last poor ebb of blood in your defence ? To see you weigh the paws, when tipp'd with gold, Juba. Syphax, no more: I would not hear you And throw the shaggy spoils about your shoulders !

talk. Juba. Syphax, this old man's talk, though honey Syph. Nor hear me talk? What, when my faith fow'd

to Juba, In every word, would now lose all its sweetness. My royal master's son, is call'd in question ? Cato's displeas’d, and Marcia's lost for ever! My prince may strike me dead, and I'll be dumb: Syph. Young prince, I yet could give you good But, whilst I live, I must not hold my tongue, advice:

And languish out old age in his displeasure. Marcia might still be yours.

Juba. Thou knows't the way too well into my Juba. What say'st thou, Syphax ?

heart: By heavens, thou turn'st me all into attention. I do believe thee loyal to thy prince. Syph, Marcia might still be yours.

Syph. What greater instance can I give ? I've Juba. As how, dear Syphax ?

offer'd Syph. Juba commands Numidia's hardy troops, To do an action which my soul abhors, Mounted on steeds unus'd to the restraint And gain you whom you love, at any price : Of curbs and bits, and fleeter than the wind : And 'tis for this my prince has call'd me traitor. Give but the word, we'll snatch this damsel up, Juba. Sure thou mistak’st : I did not call thee so. And bear her off.

Syph. You did indeed, my prince, you call d me Juba. Can such dishonest thoughts

traitor : Rise up in man? Would'st thou seduce my youth Nay, further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato. To do an act that would destroy my honour ? Of what, my prince, would you complain to Cato? Syph. Gods, I could tear my beard to hear you That Syphax loves you, and would sacrifice talk !

His life,-nay, more, his honour,-in your service ? Honour's a fine imaginary notion,

Juba. Syphax, I know thou lov'st me: but thy That draws in raw and unexperienc'd men

zeal To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow. To serve thy master, carried thee ton far. Juba. Would'st thou degrade thy prince into a Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, ruffian?

The noble inind's distinguishing perfection, Syph. The boasted ancestors of these great men That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her, Whose virtues you admire, were all such ruffians: And imitates her actions, where she is not: This dread of nations, this almighty Rome,

It ought not to be sported with.
That comprehends in her wide empire's bounds Syph. Believe me, prince, you make old Syphax
All under heaven, was founded on a rape :

weep,
Your Scipios, Cæsars, Pompeys, and your Catos,- To hear you talk,—but 'tis with tears of joy.
These gods on earth, -are all the spurious brood If e'er your father's crown adorn your brows,
Of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines.

Numidia will be blest by Cato's lectures.
Juba. Syphax, I fear, that hoary head of thine Juba. Give me thy hand: we'll mutually forget
Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles.

The warmth of youth, and frowardness of age. Syph. My prince, you want to know the world: Thy prince esteems thy worth, and loves thy person : You have not read mankind: your youth admires

Embraces Syphax. The throes and swellings of a Roman soul, If e'er the sceptre comes into my hand, Cato's bold flights, the extravagance of virtue. Syphax shall stand the second in my kingdom. Juba. If knowledge of the world makes man Syph. Why will you overwhelm my age with fidious,

kindness ? May Juba ever live in ignorance !

My joy grows burdensome: I sha'n't support it, Syph. Go, go, you're young.

Juba. My friend, farewell. I'll hence, and try to Juba. Gods ! must I tamely bear

find This arrogance unanswer'd-Thou’rt a traitor, Some blest occasion that may set me right A false old traitor.

[Retires. In Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man Syph. (Aside. ] I have gone too far.

Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admirers. Juba. Cato shall know the baseness of thy soul.

| Exit (Returns, Syph. Young men soon give, and soon forget Syph. ( Aside.] I must appease this storm, or affronts;

perish in it.Young prince, behold these locks that are grown Those words, rash boy, may chance to cost thee dean

Old age is slow in both.-A false old traitor! while Beneath a he met in your father's battles.

My heart had still some foolish fondness for thee

But hence! 'tis gone: I give it to the winds :Juba. Those locks shall ne'er protect thy insolence. Cæsar, I'm wholly thine.

per

Enter SEMPRONIUS.

Mar. Porcius, thou know'st my soul in all its

weakness :

Then, pry'thee, spare me on its tendër side; All hail, Sempronius :

Indulge me but in love, my other passions Well, Cato's sepate is resolv'd to wait

Shall rise and fall by virtue's nicest rules. The fury of a siege, before it yields.

Por. When love's well-tim'd, 'tis not a fault to Sem. Syphax, we both were on the verge of fate:

love: Lucius dectar'd for peace, and terms were offerid

The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise To Cato by a messenger from Cæsar.

Sink in the soft captivity together, Syph. Who is this messenger ?

I would not urge thee to dismiss thy passion, — Sem. I've practis'd with him;

I know 'twere vain; but to suppress its force, And found means to let the victor know

Till better times may make it look more graceful. That Syphax and Sempronius are his friends.- Mar. Alas! thou talk'st like one who never felt Is Juba fix'd ?

The impatient throbs and longings of a soul Syph. Yes,—but it is to Cato.

That pants and reaches after distant good. I've tried the force of every reason on him,

A lover does not live by vulgar time :
Laid safety, life, and interest in his sight;

In every moment of my Lucia's absence
But all are vain; he scorns them all for Cato.
Sem. Well, 'tis no matter; we shall do without And yet, when I behold the charming maid,

Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burthen ;
him.

I'm ten times more undone; while hope, and fear, My friend, I now may hope thou hast forsook

And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once, Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.

And with variety of pain distract me. Syph. May she be thine as fast as thou would'st

Por. What can I say, or do, to give thee help? have her.

Mar. Porcius, thou oft enjoy'st the fair one's But are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt ? Does the sedition catch from man to man,

presence :

Then undertake my cause, and plead it to her And run among their ranks ?

With all the strength and heat of eloquence Sem. All, all is ready;

Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. The factious leaders are our friends, and spread

Tell her, thy brother languishes to death, Murmurs and discontents among the soldiers :

And fades away, and withers in his bloom; Within an hour, they'll storm the senate-house. Syph. Meanwhile; I'll draw up my Numidian That youth, and health, and war, are joyless to him :

That he forgets his sleep, and loathes his food, troops

Describe his anxious days, and restless nights, Within the square, to exercise their arms,

And all the torments that thou see'st me suffer. And, as I see occasion, favour thee.

Por. I do intreat thee, give me not an office I laugh to think how your unshaken Cato

That suits with me so ill :-thou know'st my temper. Will look aghast, while unforeseen destruction

Mar. Can'st thou behold me sinking in my woes Pours in upon him thus from every side.

And wilt thou not reach out a friendly arm, So where our wide Numidian wastes extend,

To raise me from amidst this plunge of sorrows ? Sudden th'impetuous hurricanes descend, Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play,

0, Porcius, Porcius, from my soul I wish Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away.

Thou didst but know thyself what 'tis to love : The helpless traveller, with wild surprise,

Then would'st thou pity and assist thy brother. Sees the dry desert all around him rise

Por. (Aside.) What should I do? If I disclose

my passion, And smother'd in the dusty whirlwind, dies.

Our friendship's at an end : if I conceal it,
(Ereunt. The world will call me false to a friend and brother.

Mar. But see where Lucia, at her wonted hour,
Amid the cool of yon high marble arch,
Enjoys the noon-day breeze! Behold her! Poreius,
That face, that shape, those eyes, that heaven of

beauty!-
Observe her well, and blame me if thou canst.

Por. She sees us, and advances.
ACT IH.

Mar. I'll withdraw,
And leave you for a while. Remember, Porcius,

Thy brother's life depends upon thy tongue.
SCENE I.-A Portico of the Palace.

[Erit. Enter MARCUS and PORCIUS.

Enter LUCIA.

Mar. Thanks to my stars, I have not rang'd Luc. Did I not see your brother Marcus here? about

Why did he fly the place, and shun my presence ? The wilds of life, ere I could find a friend :

Por. O, Lucia, language is too faint to show Nature first pointed out my Porcius to me,

His rage of love ; it preys upon his life; And early taught me, by her secret force,

He pines, he sickens, he despairs, he dies. To love thy person, ere I knew thy merit;

My heart bleeds for him : Till what was instinct, grew up into friendship Even now, while thus I stand blest in thy presence, Por. The friendships of the world are oft, my A secret damp of grief comes o'er my thoughts, brother,

And I'm unhappy, though thou smil'st upon me. Confed'racies in vice, or leagues of pleasure; Luc. How wilt thou guard thy honourin the shock Ours has severest virtue for its basis,

Of love and friendship? Think betimes my Porcius, And such a friendship ends not but with life. Think how the nuptial tie,that might ensure

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