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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 'tis seal'd in heav'n. temper.
May all the vengeance that was ever pour'd Marc. Wilt thou hehold 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
blood, That Cato's great example and misfortunes Storming at heav'n and thee! Thy awful sire Should both conspire to drive it from my Sternly demands the cause, th' accursed cause thoughts. That robs him 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, Porțius, 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 see, where Lucia, at her wonted It beats down all my strength, I cannot bear it. hour,
We must not part. Amid the cool of yon high marble arch, Lucia. What dost thou say? Not part! Enjoys the, noon-day brecze! Observe her, Hast thou forgot the vow that I have made ? Portius;
Are not there heavens, and gods, that thunder That face, that shape, 'those eyes, that hear'n
o'er us? of beauty!
But see, 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 withdraw,
tbink'st, leave you for awhile. Remember, Portius, Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. Tby brother's life depends upon tby tongue.
Marc. Portius, what hopes? How stands Lucia. Did not I see your brother Marcus
she? am I doom'd here?
To life or death? Why did he fly the place, and shun my presence? Por. What wouldst thou have me say ?
Por. Oh, Lucia, language is too faint to show Marc. Thy downcast looks, and thy disorflis rage of love; it preys upon his life ;
der'd thoughts, He pines, he sickens, he despairs, he dies ! Tell me my fate. I ask not the success Lucia. How wilt thou guard thy honour, My cause has found. in the shock
Por. I'm griev'd I undertook it. Of love and friendship? Think' betimes, my Marc. What, does the barbarous maid inPortius,
sult my heart, Think how the nuptial tie, that might ensure My aching heart, and triumph in my pains ? Our mutual bliss, would raise to such a height Por. Away, you're too suspicious in your Thy brother's griefs, as might perhaps destroy
griefs ; him.
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,
Pr'ythee what art, what rhet'ric didst thou use Thy father's anguisb, and thy brother's death, To gain this mighty boon?-She pities me! In the pursuit of our ill-fated loves:
To one that asks the warm returns of love, And, Portius, here I swear, to heav'n I swear, Compassion's cruelty, 'tis scorn, 'tis death To heav'n, and all the
Por. Marcus, no more; have I deserv'd this mankind,
treatment? Never to mix my plighted hands with thine, Marc. What have I said? Oh, Portius, ob While such a cloud of mischief bangs pon us;
forgive me! But to forget our loves, and drive thee out A soul, exasperate in ills, falls out From all my thoughts-as far as I am able. With every thing—its friend, itself—but, hah! Por. What hast thou said?-I'm thunder
[Shouts and Trumpets. struck-recall
What means that shout, big with the sounds Those hasty words, or I am lost for ever.
What new alarm?
Sem. Cato, committhese 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 bang, and taint the southern Marc. Ob, for some glorious cause to fall
wind. in battle!
The partners of their crime will learn obedier ce. Lucia, thou hast undone me: 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 bence. Who knows if Lucius, the base, degen'rate age requires Cato's life
Severity, Stands sure? Ob, 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, I exccutę thy will with pleasure. [Exeuni. Trumpets and shouting. Cato. Mean while, we'll sacrifice to liberty.
Remember, O my friends! the laws, the righis, 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 Mutiny.
(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. Mean while, I'll herd among his friends, and
[Exeunt Cato, etc.
1 Lead. Sempronius, you have acted like One of the number, that, whate'er arrive,
, My friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe.
One would have thought you bad been half
[Exit. 1 Lead. We are all safe; Sempronius, is
Sem. Villain, stand off; base, groy'ling, our friend.
[Trumpets. But, bark, Cato enters. Bear up boldly to him;
Mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors! Be sure you beat bim down, and bind him fast;
2 Lead. Nay, now you carry it too far, This day will end our toils.
Sempronius! Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend. Throw off the mask, there are none here but
friends. Trumpets. Re-enter SEMPRONIUS, with Caro,
Sem. Know, villains, we nsuch paltry slaves Lucius, PORTIUS, Marcus, and Guards.
ucceeds, 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 thema And to their general send a brave defiance?
forth Sem. Curse on their dastard souls, thcy To 'sudden death.
stand astonishid! [Aside. 1 Lead. Nay, since it comes to this Cato. Perfidious men! And will you
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 Without your guilt? Behold, ungrateful men,
[Exeunt Guards, wilh the Lea
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, bas prov'd Or thinks he suffers greater ills than Cato?
abortive; 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, Scm. Confusion to the villains! all is lost! Well force the gate where Marcus keeps his
guard Cato. Hence, worthless men!- hence! and And hew down all that would oppose our complain to Cacsar,
passage. You could not undergo the toil of war, A day will bring us into Caesar's camp: Nor bear the hardships that your leader bore. Sem. Confusion! I have faild 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? Caio. Learn to be hooest men, give up your Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the leaders,
soft And pardon shall descend on all the rest. Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love.
Syphax, I long to clasp that baughty maid, 'Twould be to torture that young, gay barbarian. And bend her stubborn cirçue to my passion: -But hark! what noise! Death to my hopes! When I have gonc thus far, I'd cast her off.
'tis he, Syph. What hinders, then, but that thou 'Tis Juba's self! there is but one way leftand her out,
He must be murder'd, and a passage cut And burry her away by manly force? Through those his guards.
Şem. But how to gain admission? For access Is giv'n' to none but Juba and her brothers.
Enter Juea, with Guards. Syph. Thou shalt harc Juba's dress and Ju- Juba. What do I see? Who's this that dares ba's guards;
usurp The doors will open, when Numidia's prince The guards and habits of Numidia's prince? Seems to appear before the slaves that watch Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arthem.
rogance, Sem. Heav'ns, what a thonght is there! Mar- Presumptuous youth! cia's my own!
Juba. Who can this mean? Sempronius! How will my bosom swell with anxious joy, Sem. My sword shall answer thee. Have When I behold her struggling in my arms,
at thy heart. With glowing beauty; and disorderd charms, Juba. Nay, then, beware thy own, proud, While fear and anger, with alternate grace,
barbarous man. Pant in her breast, and vary in her face!
[They fight; Sempronius falls. So Pluto seiz'd off Proserpine, convey'd Sem. Curse on muy stars! Am I then doom'd To hell's tremendous gloom th' affrighted maid; There grimly smil'd, pleas'd with the beauteous By a boy's hand, uisfigur'd in a vile prize,
Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? Nor envy'd Jove his sunshine and his skies. Gods, I'm distracted! this my close of life!
[Exeunt.Oh, for a peal of thunder, íhat would make ACT IV. Earth, sea, and air, and heav'n, and Cato tremble!
[Dies. SCENE I.-A Chamber.
Juba. With what a spring his furious soul Enter Lucia and MARCIA.
broke loose, túcia. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from And left the limbs still quiv'ring on the ground! thy soul,
ilence let us carry off those slaves to Cato, If thou believ'st 'lis possible for woman That we may there at length unravel all To suffer greater ills than Łucia suffers ? This dark design, this mystery of fate. idarcia. Oh, Lucia, Lucia, might my big
[Exit Juba ; his Guards taking swoln heart
those of Sempronius as PriVent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow, Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace
Enter LuciA and MARCIA. With all thy woes, and count ont tear for iear. Lucia. I know thou’rt doom'd alike to be Lucia. Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my belov'd
troubled heart By Juba, and thy father's friend, Sempronius: is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows, But which of these has pow'r to charm like it throbs with fear, and aches at ev'ry sound. Portius?
Oh, Marcia, should thy brothers, for my sakeMarcia. Still I must beg thec not to name I die away with horror at the thought! Sempropius.
Marcia. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! bere's Lucia, I like not that loud, boist'rous man.
blood and murder! Juba, to all the brav'ry of a hero,
Ila! a Numidian! Heav'n preserve the prince! Adds softest love and sweetness: he, I own, The face lies muffled up within the garment, Might make indeed the proudesi woman happy. But, ah! death to my sight! a diadem, Lucia. But should this father give you to And royal robes! O gods! 'tis he, 'tis he! Sempronius?
Juba lies dead before us! Marcia. I dare not think he will: but if he Lucia. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy should
assistance Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer, Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind; Imaginary ills, and fancied toriures ? Thou canst not put it to a greater trial. I hear the sound of feet! They march this way! Marcia. Lucia, look there, and wonder at Let us retire, and try if we can drown
my patience; Each softer thought in sense of present danger: lave I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, When love once pleads admission to our bearts, Torend my heart with gries, and run distracted ? In spite of all the virtues we can boast,
Lucia. What can I think, or say, to give The woman that deliberates is lost. [Exeunt.
thee comfort ?
Marcia. Talk not of comfort; 'tis for lighter Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with
ills: Numidian Guards,
Behold a sight that strikes all comfort dcad. Sem. The deer is lodg’d, I've track'd her to her covert.
Enter JUBA, unperceived. Be sure you mind the word, and, when I give it, I will indulge my sorrows, and give way Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. To all the pangs and fury of despair; How will the young Numidian rave to see That man, that best of men deserv'd it from me. His mistress lost! If aught could glad my soul, Juba. What do I hear? and was the false Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize,
That best of men? Oh, had I fall’n like him, That still broke foremost through the crowd And could have been thus mourn'd, I had
of patriols, been happy. [ Aside. As with a hurricane of zeal transported, Marcia. Tis not in fate to ease my iortur'a And virtuous ev'n to madnessbreast.
Cato. Trust me, Lucius, Ok, he was all made up of love and charms! Our civil discords' bare produc'd such crimes, Whatever maid could wish, or man admire : Such monstrous crimes, I am surpris’d at nothing. Delight of ev'ry eye; when he appear'd, - Oh, Lucius, I am sick of this bad world! A secret pleasure gladden'd all that saw him. The daylight and the sun grow painful to me. Ob, Juba, Juba! Juba. What means that voice? Did she not
Enter PORTIUS, call on Juba?
But see where Portius contes: what means Marcia. He's dead, and never knew how
this 'haste ? unuch I lov'd him; Lucia, who knows but his poor, bleeding heart,
Why are thy looks thus chang’d?
Por. My heart is griev'd: Amidst its agonies, remember'd Marcia,
I hring such news as will afflict my father. And the last words he utter'd call'd me cruel!
Cato. Has Caesar shed more Roman blood ? Alas! he knew not, hapless youth, be knew not
Por. Not so.
Juba. Where am I? Do I live? or am indeed He exercis'd his troops, the signal giv'n, What Marcia thinks? All is Elysium round me! Flew off at once with his Numidian horse
[-Aside. To the south gate, where Marcus holds the Marcia. Ye dear remains of the most loy'd
I saw, and callid to stop him, but in vain : Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid
He toss'd bis arm aloft, and proudly told me, A last embrace, while thus —
He would not stay and perish like Sempronius. Juba. See, Marcia, see,
Cato. Perfidious man! But haste, my son, [Throwing himself before her. The happy Juba lives! he lives to catch Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. That dear embrace, and to return it too
[Exit Portias. With mutual warmth and eagerness of love. -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me; Marcia. With pleasure and amaze I stand Justice gives way to force: the conquerd world transported!
Is Caesar's! Caio bas no business in it. If thou art Juba, who lies there?
Luc. While pride, oppression, and injuste Juba. A wretch,
reign, Disguis'd like Juba on a curs'd design.
The world will still demand her Cato's presence. I could not bear
In pity to mankind submit to Caesar, To leave thee in the neighbourhood of death, And reconcile thy mighty soul to life. But flew, in all the haste of love, to find thee; Cato. Would Lucius have me live to swell I found thee weeping, and confess this once,
the number \m rapt with joy, to see my Marcia's lears. Of Caesar's slaves, or by a base submission Marcia. I've been surpris'd in an unguarded Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant ? hour,
Luc. The victor never will impose on Calo Bat must not now go back; the love, that lay Ungen'rous terms. His enemies confess Half-smother'din my breast, bas broke through all The virtues of humanity are Caesar's. Its weak restraints, and buros in its full lustre. Calo. Curse on his virtues! they've undone I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee.
his country Juba. My joy, my best belov'd, my only wish! Such popular humanity is treasonHow shall I speak the transport of my soul? But see young. Juba; the good youth appears, Marcia. Lucia, thy arm. Lead to my apart
Full of the guilt of his perfidious subjects!
Luc. Alas, poor prince! his fate deserves ment. Oh, prince! I blush to think what I have said,
compassion. But fate has wrested the confession from me;
Enter Juba. Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour. Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, Juba. I blush, and am confounded to appear And make the gods propitious to our love. Before thy presence, Cato.
[E.reunt Marcia and Lucia. Cato. ÝVhat's thy crime? Juba. I am so blest, I fear 'tis all a dream. Juba. I'm a Numidian. Fortune, thou now hast made amends for all Cato. And a brave one too. Thou hast a Thy past unkindness: I absolve my stars.
Roman soul. What though Numidia add her conquer'd towns Juba. Hast thou not heard of my false And provinces to swell the victor's triumpb,
countrymen? Juba will never at his fate repine:
Cato. Alas, young prince! Let Caesar have the world, if Marcia's mine. Falsehood and fraud shoot up in ev'ry soil,
[Exit. The product of all climes-Rome has its Caesars. SCENE II.-Before the Palace. A March
Juba. 'Tis gen'rous thus to comfort the dis
tress'd. at a Distance.
Cato. 'Tis just to give applause where 'tis Enter Caro and LUCTUS.
deserv'd : Luc. I stand astonishid! What, the bold Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortune, Sempronius,
Like purest gold, tortur'd in the furnace,
Comes out more bright, and brings forth all Cato. Caesar asham'd! Has he not seen its weight.
Luc. 'Tis time thou save thyself and us. Enter PORTIUS.
Cato. Lose not a thought on me; I'm out Por. Misfortune on misfortune! grief on
of danger: grief!
Heay'n will not leave me in the victor's hand. My brother Marcus
Caesar shall never say, he conquer'd Cato. Calo. Ha! what bas he done?
But oh, my friends! your safety tills my heart Has he forsook his post ? Has he giv’u way? With anxious thoughts; a thousand secret Did he look tamely on, and let them pass ?
terrot's Por. Scarce had I left my father, but I met Rise in my soul. How shall I save my friends? ubim
'Tis now, 'O Caesar, I begin to fear thee! Borne on the shields of his surviving soldiers, Luc. Caesar has mercy, if we ask it of him. Breathless and pale, and cover'd o'er with Cato. Tben ask it, I conjure you; let him wounds.
know Long, at the head of his sew faithful friends, Whate'er was done against him, Cato did it. He stood the shock of a whole host of foes, Add, if you please, that I request it of him— Till, obstinately brave, and bent on death, That I myself
, with tears, request it of himOppress'd with multitudes, he greatly fell. The virtue of my friends may pass unpunish'd. Cato. I'm satisfy'd.
Juba, my heart is troubled for thy sake. Por. Nor did he fall, before
Should I advise thee to regain Numidia, His sword bad pierc'd through the false heart Or seek the conqrqaror ?— of Syphax.
Juba. If I forsake thee Yonder he lies. " I saw th
Whilst I have life, may heav'n abandon Juba ! Grin in the pangs of death, and bite the ground. Cato. Thy virtues, prince, if I foresee wight, Cato. Thanks to the gods, my boy bas done Will one day make thee great; at Rome, -- his duty
hereafter, -Portius, when I am dead, be sure you place 'Twill be no crime to have been Cato's friend. Ilis urn near mine.
Portius, draw near: my son, thou oft bast seen Por: Long may they keep'asunder! Thy sire engag‘d in a corrupted state, - Luc. Oh, Cato, arm thy soul with all its Wrestling with rice and faction: now thou
patience; Sce where the corpse ofthy dead son approaches! Spent, overpower'd, despairing of success; The citizens and senators, alarm'd,
Let me advise thee to retreat betimes Hlave gather'd round it, and attend it weeping. To thy paternal seat, the Sabine field;
Where the great Censor toil'd with his own Dead March. Cato meets the Corpse: Lu
hands, CIUS, Senators, Guards, etc. attending.
And all our frugal ancestors were bless'd Cato. Welcome, my son! Here lay him In humble virtues, and a rural life;
down, my friends, There live retir'd, pray for the peace of Rome; Full in my sight, that I may view at leisure Content thyself to be obscurely good. Tbc bloody. corse, and count those glorious When vice prevails, and impious men bear wounds,
sway, ---How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue! The post of honour is a private station. Who would not be that youth? What pity is it Por. I hope my father does not recommend That we can die but once to serve our country! A life to Portius that he scorns himself. \Vhy sits this sadness on your brows, my Cato. Farewell, my friends! If there be any
friends? I should have blush'd if Cato's house had stood who dare not trust the victor's clemency, Secure, and flourish'd in a civil war. Know there are ships prepar'd, by my command, Portius, bebold thy brother, and remember
That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port. Thy life is not thy own when Rome demands it. Is there anght else, my friends, I can do for you? When Rome demands; but Rome is now no The conqueror draws near. Once more, farewell!
If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet Oh, liberty! oh, virtue! oh, my country! Juba. Behold that upright man! Zome fills Where Caesar never shall approach us more.
In happier climes, and on a safer shore,
[Pointing to his dead Son. With tears, that flow'd not o'er his own dear There the brave youth, with love of virtue fir'd,
[ Aside. Who greatly in his country's cause expir’d, Cato. Whate'er the Roman virtue has subdu’d, Sball know he conquer'd.' The firm patriot The sun's whole course, the day and year, are
there, Caesar's :
Who made the welfare of mankind his care, For him the self-devoted Decii died,
Though still by faction, vice, and fortune crost, The Fabii fell, and the great Scipios conquer'd: Shall find the gen'rous labour was not lost, Ev'n Pompey fought for Caesar. "Oh, my friends,
[Dead March. Exeunt in fuHow is the toil of fate, the work of ages,
SCENE I.-A Chamber.
Cato solus, sitting in a thoughtful Posture : Mankind enslav'd, and be asham'd of empire.l in his Hond, Plato's Book on the Immor