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swear,

Our futual bliss, woula raise to such a height But hah!-
Thy brother's griefs, as might, perhaps, destroy him. What means that sound, big with the threat of war?
Por Alas, poor youth! What dost thou think, What new alarm ?

[Trumpets again my Lucia ?

Por. A second, louder yet, His generous, open, undesigning heart

Swells in the wind, and comes more full upon us. Has begg’d his rival to solicit for him :

Mar. Oh, for some glorious cause to fall in battle! Then do not strike him dead with a denial; Lucia, thou hast undone me: thy disdain But hold him up in life, and cheer his soul

Has broke my heart : 'tis death must give me ease With the faint glimmering of a doubtful hope : Por. Quick, let us hence: who knows if Catu's Perhaps, when we have pass’d these gloomy hours,

life And weather’d out the storm that beats upon us-- Stands sure? O, Marcus, I am on fire; my heart

Luc. No, Porcius, no: I see thy sister's tears, Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for glory. Thy father's anguish, and thy brother's death,

[Ereunt.-- Trumpets, $c. till SEMPRONICS enters. In the pursuit of our ill-fated loves: And, Porcius, here I swear—[ Kneels.]—to heaven I

SCENE II.-A Square before the Palace. To heaven, and all the powers that julge mankind, Never to join my plighted hand with thine,

Enter SEMPRONIUS, JUnits, Titus, and other While such a cloud of mischief hangs about us

Mutineers.
But to forget our loves, and drive thee out
From all my thoughts, as far as I am able.

Sem. At length the winds are rais'd, the storm Por. (Raises her.) What hast thou said ? Recall

blows high! those hasty words,

Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up Or I am lost for ever.

In its full fury, and direct it right, Luc Think, Porcius, think thou see'st thy dying Till it has spent itself on Cato's head. brother

Meanwhile, I'll herd among his friends, and seem Stabb'd at his heart, and all besmear'd with blood, One of the number; that, whate'er arrive, Storming at heaven and thee. Thy awful sire My friends and fellow soldiers may be safe. (Erit. Sternly demands the cause, the accursed cause Jun. We are all safe ; Sempronius is our friend. That robs him of his son.-Farewell, my Porcius !

[Trumpets. Farewell, though death is in the word, for ever! Por. Thou must not go; my soul still hovers o'er Enter Cato, Porcius, Marcus, Lucics, SEMPROtaee,

NICS, and Senators, 8c.
And can't get loose.
Luc. If the firm Porcius shake

Cato. Where are these bold intrepid sons of war,
To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers. That greatly turn their backs upon the foe,
But see, thy brother Marcus bends this way; And to their general send a brave defiance ?
I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell!

Sem. (Aside.] Curse on their dastard souls, they Farewell !—and know, thou wrong'st me, if thou

stand astonish'd ! think'st

Cato. Perfidious men!—and will you thus disEver was love, or erer grief, like mine. [Exit.

honour

Your past exploits, and sully all your wars ?
Enter MARCUS.

Do you confess, 'twas not a zeal for Rome,

Nor love of Liberty, Mar. Porcius, what hopes? How stands she? Drew you thus far, but hopes to share the spoil Am I doom'd

Of conquer'd towns, and plunderd provinces ? To life or death?

Fird with such motives, you do well to join Por. What would'st thou have me say ?

With Cato's foes, and follow Cæsar's banners. Mar. Thy downcast looks, and thy disorder'd Behold-ungrateful menthoughts,

Behold my bosom naked to your swords, Tell me my fate : 'I ask not the success

And let the man that's injured strike the blow,My cause has found.

Which of you all suspects that he is wrong'd Por. I'm griev'd I undertook it.

Or thinks he suffers greater ills than Cato ? Mar. What ! does the barbarous maid insult my Am I distinguish'd from you but by toils, heart,

Superior toils, and heavier weight of cares ?
And triumph in my pains ?

Painful pre-eminence!
Por. Away! you're too suspicious in your griefs: Sem. (Aside.] By heavens, they droop :-
Lucia, though sworn never to think of love, Confusion to the villains !-all is lost,
Compassionates your pails, and pities you.

Cato. Hence, worthless men !-hence, and comMar. Compassionates my pains, and pities me!

plain to Cæsar, What is compassion, when 'tis void of love ? You could not undergo the toils of war, Fool that I was, to choose so cold a friend

Nor bear the hardships that your general bore. To urge my cause !-Compassionates my pains ! Luci. See, Cato, see-the unhappy men!-they To one that asks the warm returns of love,

weep: Compassion's cruelty—'tis scorn—'tis death. Fear and remorse, and sorrow for their crime Por Marcus, no more! Have I deserv'd this treat Appear in every look, and plead for mercy.

Cato. Learn to be honest men; give up your leaMar. What have I said ?-0, Porcius ! O,

ders, forgive me!

And pardon shall descend on all the rest. A soul exasperated in ills, falls out

Sem. Cato, commit these wretches to my care : With every thing, its friends, itself.

First let them each be broken on the rack
[Trumpets &c. Then, with what life remains, impal’d, and left

ment?

To writhe at leisure round the bloody stake;

Syph. What hinders then, but that thou find her There let them hang, and taint the southern wind;

out, The partners of their crime will learn obedience, And hurry her away by manly force ? When they look up, and see their fellow-traitors Sem. But how to gain admission ? for access Stuck onfork, a and blackening in the sun. Is given to none but Juba and her brothers. Calo. Forbear, Sempronius :-see, they suffer Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's dress and Juba's death

guards : But, in their deaths, remember they are men.- The doors will open when Numidia's prince Lucius, the base degenerate age requires

Seems to appear before the slaves that watch them. Severity and justice in its rigour;

Sem. I thank thy friendly zeal :~Marcia's my This curbs an impious, bold, offending world,

own!
Commands obedience, and gives force to laws. How will my bosom swell with anxious joy,
When by just vengeance guilty moftals perish, When I behold her struggling in my arms,
The gods behold their punisment with pleasure, With glowing beauty and disorder'd charms;
And lay the uplifted thunderbolt aside.

While fear and anger, with alternate grace,
Sem. Cato, I gladly execute thy will.

Pant in their breast, and vary in her face! Cato. Meanwhile, we'll sacrifice to liberty. So Pluto, seiz'd of Proserpine, convey'd Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, To hell's tremendous gloom the affrighted maid; The generous plan of power deliver'd down, There grimly smil’d, pleas'd with the beauteous prize, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, Nor envied Jove his sunshine and his skies. So dearly bought, the price of so much blood :

E.reunt. O let it never perish in your hands, But piously transmit it to your children! Do thou, great Liberty, inspire our souls, And make our lives in thy possession happy, Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence!

(Flourish. Exeunt Cato, Porcius, Marcus,
Lucius, Senators, Ensign, Lictors, and

ACT IV.
Guards.
Jun. Sempronius, you have acted like yourself;
One would have thought, you had been halt in earnest.
Sem. Villain, stand off !-Base, groveling, worth- SCENE I.--A Portico of the Palace.

less wretches!
Mongrels in faction! poor faint-hearted traitors!

Enter MARCIA and Lucia.
Tit. Nay, now you carry it too far, Sempronius :
Throw off the mask; there are none here but friends. If thou believ’st 'tis possible for woman

Luc. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy soul, Sem. Know, villains, when such paltry slaves To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ?

presume To mix in treason, if the plot sncceeds,

Mar. 0, Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln hear: They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails,

Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow, They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do.

Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace Guards

With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.

Luc. I know, thou’rt doom'd alike to be belov'd Enter Guards.

By Juba, and thy father's friend Sempronius :

But which of these has power to charm like Porcius ? Here, take these factious monsters, drag them forth Mar. Spill must I beg thee not to name SemproTo sudden death.

nius? Jun. Nay; since it comes to this

Lucia, I like not that loud boisterous man: Sem. Dispatch them quick;—but first, pluck out Juba to all the bravery of a hero their tongues ;

Adds softest love and sweetness: he, I own, Lest with their dying breath they sow sedition. Might make indeed the proudest woman happy, (Exeunt Guards, with the Mutineers. Luc. But, should your father give you to Sempro

nius ? Enter SYPHAX.

Mar. I dare not think he will: but, if he should Syph. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd I hear the sound of feet :-they march this way. abortive;

Let us retire, and try if we can drown Still there remains an after-game to play:

Each softer thought in sense of present danger. My troops are mounted: their Numidian steeds When love once pleads admission to our hearts, Snuff up the wind, and long to scour the desert :

In spite of all the virtue we can boast, Let but Sempronius head us in our fight,

The woman that deliberates is lost. [Ereunt. We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard, And how down all that would oppose our passage.

Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with

Numidian Guards, A day will bring us into Cæsar's camp.

Sem. Confusion! I have fail'd of half my purpose : Sem. The deer is lodg'd; I've track'd her to her Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind!

covert : Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's Be sure you mind the word; and, when I give it, slave?

Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey : Sem. Think not that I can ever feel the soft Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love.

How will the young Numidian rave, to see Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty maid,

His mistress lost! If aught could glad my soul And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion : Beyond the enjoyment of so bright a prize, When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off. l 'Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian.

man.

But hark, what noise? Death to my hopes ! 'tis he, Alas, he knew not-hapless youth !-he knew not "Tis Juba's self. There is but one way left:

Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba. He must be murder'd, and a passage cut

Juba. Do I live-or am indeed Through those his guards. Hah, dastards, do you What Marcia thinks ? All is Elysium round me. tremble ?

(Aside. Or act like men; or, by yon azure heaven

Mar. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men,

Nor modesty nor virtue here forbids
Enter JUBA, with Guards.

A last embrace, while thuz-
Juba. What do I see? Who's this, that dare

Juba. (Comes forward.] See, Marcia, see, usurp

The happy Juba lives : (She rises.] he lives, to catch The guards and habit of Numidia's prince ?

That dear embrace, and to return it too
Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arrogance, With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.
Presumptuous youth.

[They embrace. Juba. What can this mean? Sempronius!

Mar. With pleasure and amaze I stand transSem. My sword shall answer thee :-have at thy

ported. heart.

If thou art Juba, who lies there? Juba. Nay, then beware thy own, proud barbarous

Juba. A wretch,

Disguis'd like Juba on a curs'd design.
[They fight.—SEMPRONIUS falls. His Guards The tale is long, nor have I heard it out ;

surrender to Juba's. Their swords are taken Thy father knows it all. I could not bear
from them.

To leave thee in the neighbourhood of death, Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doom'd to But flew, in all the haste of love, to find thee : fall

I found thee weeping; and confess, this once, By a boy's hand, and for a worthless woman? Am rapt with joy, to see my Marcia's tears. This my close of life!

Mar. I've been surpris'd in an unguarded hour, Oh, for a peal of thunder, that would make But must not now go back; the love that lay Earth, sea, and air, and heaven, and Cato tremble ! Half smother'd in my breast, has broke through all

[Dies. Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre: Juba. With what a spring his furious soul broke I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee. loose,

Juba. My joy! my best belov'd ! my only wish! And left the limbs still quivering on the ground !

How shall I speak the transport of my soul! Hence let us carry off those slaves to Cato,

Mar. Lucia, thy arm; O let me rest upon it! That we may there at length unravel all

The vital blood that had forsook my heart, This dark design, his mystery of fate,

Returns again in such tumultuous tides,
[Exit with Guards and Prisoners. It quite o'ercomes me. Lead to my apartment.

O prince! I blush, to think what I have said;
Enter MARCIA and LUCIA.

But fate has wrested the confession from me. Luc. Sure, 'twas the clash of swords : my troubled Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour : heart

Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, Is so cast down and sunk amidst its sorrows,

And make the gods propitious to our love. It throbs with fear, and aches at every sound.

(E.cit with Lucia.

Juba. I am so bless'd, I fear 'tis all a dream. 0, Marcia, should thy brothers, for my sake

Fortune, thou now hast made amends for all
I die away with horror at the thought.
Mar. See, Lucia, see! here's blood !

Thy past unkindness : I absolve my stars,
What! a Numidian! Heavens preserve the prince ! And provinces, to swell the victor's triumph ?

What, though Numidia add her conquer'd towns The face lies muffled up within the garmentBut hah !-death to my sight!-a diadem ?-

Juba will never at his fate repine: O gods! 'tis he! Juba lies dead before us.

Let Cæsar have the world, if Marcia's mine. (Erit Luc. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy assistance Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind.

SCENE II.-A Square before the Palace. Mar. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my

Trumpets. patience: Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast,

Enter Lucius, Cato, and Freedmen. To rend my heart with grief, and run distracted ? Luc. What can I think or say to give thee comfort? Luci. I stand astonish'd. What! the bold Sem

pronius, Enter JUBA, with Guards.

That still broke foremost thro' the crowd of patriots,

As with a hurricane of zeal transported! Mar. Talk not of comfort, 'tis for lighter ills

And, virtuous even to madnessBehold a sight that strikes all comfort dead.

Cato. Trust me, my friend,
I will indulge my sorrows;

Our civil discords have produced such crimes,
That man, that best of men, deserv'd it from me.
Juba. What do I hear? and was the false Sem- O Lucius, I am sick of this bad world :

Such monstrous crimes, I am surpris’d at nothing. pronius That best of men? O, had I fall'n like him,

The daylight and the sun grow painful to me. And could have thus been mourn'd, I had been

Enter Porcius, happy. Mar. O Juba! Juba! Juba! [Kneels by Sem. But see where Porcius comes.-What means this He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd him.

haste ? Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart, Por. My heart is griev'd; Amidst its agonies, remember'd Marcia,

I bring such news as will afflict my father. And the last words he utter'd callid me cruel ?

Cato. Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood?

see

Por. Not so:

Porcius, when I am dead, be sure you place The traitor Syphax, as within the square

His urn near mine. He exercised his troops, the signal given,

Por. Long may they keep asunder! Flew off at once with his Nuinidian horse

Luci. 0, Cato, arm thy soul with all its patience
To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch: See where the corpse of thy dead son approaches;
I saw, and call'd to stop him; but in vain;

The citizens and senators alarm'd
He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me, Have gather'd round it, and attend it weeping.
He would not stay and perish like Sempronius.

[A dead march, Cato. Perfidious men !-But haste, my son, and

Enter Lictors, Senators.-- Soldiers, bearing the body of Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part.

MARCUS on a bier.-Freedmen, beariny his helmet, [Erit Porcius, and the Freedmen, with drawn shield, sword, and spear.-Eagle and other ensigns swords.

S.P.Q.R. and Guards with their arms reversed. Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me:

Enter six Lictors with fasces.-Caro stands in front Justice gives way to force; the conquer'd world of the bier. Is Cæsar's: Cato has no business in it. Luci. While pride, oppression, and injustice reign,

Cato. Welcome, my son !-Here set him down, The world will still demand her Cato's presence,

my friends, In pity to mankind, submit to Cæsar,

Full in my sight; that I may view at leisure And reconcile thy mighty soul to life.

The bloody corse, and count those glorious wounds. Cato. Would Lucius have me live, to swell the Who would not be that youth? What pity is it

How beautiful is death, when carn’d by virtue ! nuinber

That we can die but once, to serve our country! Of Cæsar's slaves ?-or, by a base submission,

Why sits this sadness on your brows, my friends ? Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant?

I should have blush’d, if Čato's house bad stood Luci. The victor never will impose on Cato

Secure, and flourish'd in a civil war.
Ungenerous terms :-his enemies confess,
The virtues of humanity are Cæsar's.

Porcius, behold thy brother; and remember, Cato. Curse on his virtues ! they've undone his Thy life is not thy own, when Rome demands it.

When Rome demands? (Advances to the front.] But country :

Rome is now no more :
Such popular humanity is treason.
But Jubá comes. The ingenuous prince appears

The Roman empire's fall’n-o, curs'd ambition !

Fall’n into Cæsar's hards:- our great forefathers Full of the guilt of his pertidious subjects.

Had left him nought to conquer, but his country. Enter JUBA.

Juba. Behold that generous man! Rome fills his

eyes Juba. I blush, and am confounded, to appear With tears, that flow'd not o'er his own dead son. Before thy presence, Cato.

Por. While Cato lives, Cæsar will blush to see Cato. What's thy crime ?

Mankind enslav'd, and be asham'd of empire. Juba, I'm a Nuinidian.

Cato. Cæsar asham'd! Has he not seen Pharsalia ? Cato. And a brave one too:

Luci, Cato, 'tis time, thou save thyself and us. Thou hast a Roman soul.

Cuto. Lose not a thought on me; I'm out of Juba. Hast thou not heard

danger; Of my false countrymen ?

Cæsar shall never say, “ I've conquerid Cato.” Calo. Alas, good youth,

But, O my friends, your safety fills my heart Falsehood and fraud shoot up in every soil, With anxious thoughts.—How shall I save my The product of all climes ;-Rome has its Cæsars.

friends ? Jubu. 'Tis generous, thus to comfort the distress’d. / 'Tis now, O Cæsar, I begin to fear thee.

Cato. "Tis just, to give applause where’tis desery'd. Luci. Cæsar has mercy, if we ask it of him. Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortune, Cato. Then ask it, I conjure you: let him know, Like purest gold, that, tortur'd in the furnace, Whate'er was done against him, Cato did it: Comes out more bright, and brings forth all its weight. Add, if you please, that I request it of him,

The virtue of

my friends may pass unpunish'd. Enter Poncius.

Juba, my heart is troubled for thy sake:

Should I advise thee to regain Numidia, Por. Misfortune on misfortune! grief on grief !

Or seek the conqueror ?
My brothe: Marcus

Juba. If I forsake thee
Caro. Hah! what has he done?
Has he forsook his post ? Has he given way?

Whilst I have life, may Heaven abandon Juba! Did he look tamely on, and let them pass?

Cato. [Lays his hand on JUBA.] Thy virtues,

prince, if I foresce aright, Por. Scarce had I left my father, but I met him,

Will one day make thee great. At Rome, hercaster, Borne on the shields of his surviving soldiers,

'Twill be no crime to have been Cato's friend. Breathless and pale, and cover'd o'cr with wounds.

Porcius, come hither to me. [Turning to Por.) Ah, Long, at the head of his few faithful friends, He stood the shock of a whole host of foes,

my son,

Despairing of success,
Till, obstinately brave, and bent on death,

Let me advise thee to withdraw betimes
Oppress'd with multitudes, he greatly fell.
Cato. I'm satistied.

To our paternal seat, the Sabine field,

Where the great Censor toil'd with his own hands, Por. Nor did he fall, before His sword had pierc'd thro' the faise heart of Syphax. In humble virtues, and a rural lite :

And all our frugal ancestors were blesa'd I saw the hoary traitor

There live retir'd: Grin in the pangs of death, and bite the ground. Cato. Thanks to the gods! my boy has done bis When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,

Content thyself to be obscurely good : duty.

The post of honour is a private station.

give me up,

ACT V.

Por. I hope, my father does not recommend The soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles A life to Porcius, that he scorns himself.

At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.-
Cato. Farewell

, my friends! (Lucius and Sena- The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
tors join the other Senators.] If there be Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ;
any of you

But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Who dare not trust the victor's clemency,

Unhurt amidst the war of elements, Know, there are ships prepard by my command, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.Their sails already opening to the winds,

What means this heaviness that hangs upon me ? That shall convey you to the wish’d-for port. Nature oppress'd, and harass'd out with care, Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you? · Sinks down to rest. This once I'll favour her, The conqueror draws near. Once more, farewell! That my awaken'd soul may take her flight, If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet

Renew'd in all her strength, and fresh with life, In happier climes, and on a safer shore,

An offering fit for heaven. Let guilt or fear Where Cæsar never shall approach us more. Disturb man's rest: Cato knows neither of 'em,

(Pointing to the bier. Indifferent in his choice to sleep or die.There the brave youth, with love of virtue fir'd

(Returns and sits Who greatly in his country's cause expir'd, Shall know he conquer'd.' The firm patriot there,

Enter Porcits. Who made the welfare of mankind his care, But ah! how's this ?- My son! Why this intrusion? Though still by faction, vice, and fortune cross'd, Were not my orders that I would be private ? Shall find the generous labour was not lost. Why am I disobeyed ? ( The four Soldiers take up the Bier.- A dead Por. Alas, my father !

March-Ereunt Lccics and Senators, two What means this sword ? this instrument of death? by two-Cato-Bier, attended as before Let me convey it hence.

(Tukes i: up. -Porcics and JUBA-Eagle-Fasces, two Cato. Rash youth, forbear! by tua-Ensigns S.P.Q.R.-Ensigns, Pa- Por. O let the prayers, the entreaties of your teras-Guards, &c.

friends,
Their tears, their common danger, wrest it from you.

Cato. Would'st thou betray me ? would'st thou
A slave, a captive, into Cæsar's hands ?
Retire: and learn obedience to a father;
Or know, young man-

Por. Look not thus sternly on me :
You know I'd rather die than disobey you.

(Lays it down. Cato. 'Tis well: again I'm master of myself

. SCENE 1.- A Chamber in the Palace.-Caro dis.

(Cato takes the sword, covered, sitting as in deep meditation, holding in Now; Cæsar, let thy troops beset our gates, his hand Plato's book on the Immortality of the And bar each avenue; thy gathering fleets Soul :-a draun sword lying by him on the table.

O'erspread the sea, and stop p every port;
Cato shall open to himself a passage,
And mock thy hopes.

(Comes forward.
Cato. It must be so ;-Plato, thou reasonest well ;- Por. [Kneels] O sir, forgive your son,
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, Whose grief hangs heavy on him! O, my father-
This longing after immortality ?

How am I sure it is not the last time Or whence this secret dread and inward horror

I e'er shall call you so:-be not displeas’d, Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul O, be not angry with me, whilst I weep, Back on herself and startles at destruction ? And, in the anguish of my heart, beseech you 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;

To quit the dreadful purpose of your

soul. "Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, Cato. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful. And intimates eternity to man.

(Lays his hand on his head. Eternity!--[ Rises and comes forward.]—Thou pleas- Weep not, my son ; all will be well again : ing, dreadful, thought!

The righteous gods, whom I have sought to please, Through what variety of untried being,

Will succour Cato, and protect his children. Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! Por. Your words give comfort to my drooping The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me,

heart

[Rises. But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.- Cato. Porcius, thou mayst rely upon my conduct: Here will I hold: If there's a Power above us- Cato will never act what misbecomes him.(And that there is, all nature cries aloud

But go, my son; take care that nought be wanting Through all her works)-he must delight in virtue; Among thy father's friends; see them embark'd; And that which he delights in must be happy. And tell me if the winds and seas befriend 'em.But when? or where i ---This world was made for My soul is quite weigh'd down with care, and asks Cæsar.

The soft refreshments of a moment's sleep. I'm mary of conjectures: This must end 'em.

(Cato goes up the Stage.—Porcius follows ¡Goes back to the table, laying his hand on his

him and kneels at his feet.-Cato looks suord.)

Kindly upon him, and then erit. Thus am I doubly arm’d: my death and life, Por. My thoughts are more at ease; my heart reMy bane and antidote, are both before me:

vives.This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me, I shall never die.

Enter MARCIA. (Comes forward with a roll of paper and'a sword.]|o, Marcia, 0, my sister, still there's hope;

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