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ab. What means that voice? Did he nor call Juba?

Turcia. Why do think on what he was he's dead! dead, and never knew how much

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Lucia. What can I think, or say, to give thee comfort?

Marcia. Talk not of comfort, 'tis for lighter ills: Behold a sight, that strikes all comfort dead.

Enter JUBA, listening.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way
To all the pangs and fury of despair;

That man, that best of men, deserv'd it from me.
Jub. What do I hear? and was the false Sempro-

nius

That best of men? Oh, had I fall'n like him,
And could have been thus mourn'd, I had been happy.
Marcia. "Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd breast.
Oh, he was all made up of love and charms!
Whatever maid could wish, or man admire:
Delight of every eye; when he appear'd,
A secret pleasure gladen'd all that saw him;
But when he talk'd, the proudest Roman blush'd
To hear his virtues, and old age grew wise.

Oh, Juba! Juba!

Jub. What means that voice? Did she not call on Juba?

Marcia. Why do I think on what he was? he's dead! He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd him! Lucia, who knows but his poor, bleeding heart, Amidst its agonies, remember'd Marcia,

And the last words he utter'd call'd me cruel!
Alas! he knew not, hapless youth, he knew not
Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba!

Jub. Where am I? Do I live or am indeed What Marcia thinks? All is Elysium round me! Marcia. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men, Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid

A last embrace, while thus-———

Jub. See, Marcia, see, [Throwing himself before her. The happy Juba lives! he lives to catch

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