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Sem. Confusion! I have fail'd of half my purpose: Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind!
Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's slave?
Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love. Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty maid, And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion : When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off. Syph. Well said ! that's spoken like thyself, Sem.
pronius. What hinders, then, but that thou find her out, And hurry her away by manly force.'
Sem. But how to gain admission For access Is given to none but Juba, and her brothers. . Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's
guards, The doors will open when Numidia's prince Seems to appear before the slaves that watch them. · Sem. Heav'ns, what a thought is there! Marcia's
my own! How will my bosom swell with anxious joy, When I behold her struggling in my arms, With glowing beauty, and disorder'd charms, While fear and anger, with alternate grace, Pant in her breast, and vary in her face! So Pluto seiz’d of Proserpine, convey'd To Hell's tremendous gloom th’affrighted maid, There grimly smild, pleas'd with the beauteous prize, Nor envied Jove his sunshine and his skies. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE 1.
Enter Lucia and MARCIA.
Mar. Oh, Lucia, Lucia, might my big swoln heart,
Luc. I know thou’rt doom'd alike to be belov'd By Juba, and thy father's friend, Sempronius : But which of these has power to charm like Portius I
Mar. Still I must beg thee not to name Sempronius, Lucia, I like not that loud boist'rous man; Juba, to all the brav'ry of a hero, Adds softest love, and more than female sweetness; Juba might make the proudest of our sex;" Any of woman kind, but Marcia, happy. Luc. And why not Marcia ? Come, you strive in
vain To hide your thoughts from one who knows too well The inward glowings of a heart in love.
Mar. While Cato lives, his daughter has no right To love or hate, but as his choice directs.
Luc. But should this father give you to Sempronius?
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Eæter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with Numi.
dian guards. Sem. The deer is lodg'd, I've track'd her to her
covert. Be sure you mind the word, and when I give it Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you.
- How will the young Numidian rave to see His mistress lost! If ought could glad my soul, .. Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 'Twould be to torture that young, gay barbarian.
But hark! what noise! Death to my hopes! 'tis he, 'Tis Juba's selfl there is but one way leftHe must be murder'd, and a passage cut Through those his guards- Hah, dastards, do you
tremble 1 Or act like men, or by yon azure heaven
Enter JUBA. Jub. What do I see i Who's this, that dares usurp The guards and habit of Numidia's prince ?
Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arrogance, Presumptuous youth!
Jub. What can this mean? Sempronius!
man. [Sem. falls. His guards surrender. Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doom'd to fall By a boy's hand, disfigur'd in a vile Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? Gods, I'm distracted! This my close of life! Oh, for a peal of thunder that would make Earth, sea, and air, and Heaven, and Cato tremble !
[Dies. Fub. With what a spring his furious soul broke
[Exit Juba with prisoners, &c.
Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
Mar. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's blood
and murder! Hahl a Numidian! Heav'n preserve the prince! The face lies muffled up within the garment, But, hah | death to my sight I a diadem, And royal robes! O gods ! 'tis he, 'tis he! “ Juba, the loveliest youth that ever warm'd “ A virgin's heart," Juba lies dead before us!
Luc. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy assistance Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind, Thou can'st not put it to a greater trial.
Mar. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my patience; Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, To rend my heart with grief and run distracted !
Luc. What can I think or say to give thee comfort: Mar. 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 Sem.
pronius That best of men'? Oh, had I fall’n like him, And cou'd have been thus mourn'd, I had been happy.
“ Luc. Here will I stand, companion in thy woes, “ And help thee with my tears; when I behold “ A loss like thine, I half forget my own." “ Mar. 'Tis not in fate to ease my torturd breast.