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Our futual bliss, woula raise to such a height But hah!-
[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
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.
Cato. Where are these bold intrepid sons of war,
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.
Your past exploits, and sully all your wars ?
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 ?
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
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,
While fear and anger, with alternate grace,
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,
Enter MARCIA and Lucia.
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.
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
A last embrace, while thuz-
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
[They embrace. Juba. What can this mean? Sempronius!
Mar. With pleasure and amaze I stand transSem. My sword shall answer thee :-have at thy
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.
surrender to Juba's. Their swords are taken Thy father knows it all. I could not bear
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,
O prince! I blush, to think what I have said;
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
Thy past unkindness : I absolve my stars,
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,
Our civil discords have produced such crimes,
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?
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
The citizens and senators alarm'd
[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.
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 :
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 ?
Juba. If I forsake thee
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,
Despairing of success,
Let me advise thee to withdraw betimes
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,
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.-
, my friends! (Lucius and Sena- The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
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.
Cato. Would'st thou betray me ? would'st thou
Por. Look not thus sternly on me :
(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;
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,
[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;