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“ This empty world, to me a joyless desert,
“ Has nothing left to make poor Marcia happy.

Jub. I'm on the rack! Was he so near her heart?

Mar. Oh, he was all made up of love and charms ! 4 Whatever maid could wish, or man admire : " Deight of every eye; when he appeard, " A secret pleasure gladd'ned all that saw him ; “ But when he talk'd, the proudest Roman blush'd “ To hear his virtues, and old age grew worse.

Jub. I shall run mad- ” Mar. Oh, Juba! Juba! Juba! . Juh. What means that voice? Did she not call on

Juba? Mar. “Why do I think on what he was ! he's dead I u 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, calld 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!

Mar. 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
That dear embrace, and to return it too
With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.

Mar. With pleasure and amaze I stand transported !

“ Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once !"
If thou art Juba, who lies there?

Jub. A wretch,
Disguis'd like Juba on a curs'd design..
“ The tale is long, nor have I heard it out:
« Thy father knows it all.” I could not bear
To leave thee in the neighbourhood of death,
But flew, in all the haste of love, to find thee;
I found thee weeping, and confess this once,
Am rapt with joy to see my Marcia's tears.

Mar. I've been surpriz'd in an unguarded hour,
But must not now go back; the love that lay
Half smother'd in my breast, has broke through all
Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre.
I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee.

Jub. I'm lost in ecstacy; and dost thou love, « Thou charming maid

Mar. And dost thou live to ask it?
" Fub. This, this is life indeed! life worth pre-

serving,
“ Such life as Juba never felt 'till now!
Mar. Believe me, prince, before I thought thee

dead,
“ I did not know myself how much I lov'd thee.

Jub. Oh, fortunate mistake !
Mar. O happy Marcia!"

Jub. My joy, my best belov'd, my only wish!
How shall I speak the transport of my soul !

Mar. Lucia, thy arm. “ Oh, let me rest upon it! “ The vital blood that had forsook my heart,

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“ Returns again in such tumultuous tides,
“ It quite o'ercomes me.” Lead to my apartment
Oh, prince! I blush to think what I have said,
But fate has wrested the confession from me;
Go on, and prosper in the paths of honour.
Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee,
And make the gods propitious to our love.

Exeunt Mar, and Luc.
Jub. I am so blest, I fear ’tis all a dream.
Fortune, thou now hast made amends for all
Thy past unkindness: I absolve my stars.
What though Numidia add her conquer'd towns
And provinces to swell the victor's triumph,
Juba will never at his fate repine :
Let Cæsar have the world, if Marcia's mine. (Exit.

A march at a distance. Enter CATÓ and LUCIUS.

Luc. I stand astonish'd! What, the bold Sempronius, That still broke foremost through the crowd of pa

triots, As with a hurricane of zeal transported, And virtuous even to madness

Cato. Trust me, Lucius, Our civil discords have produc'd such crimes, Such monstrous crimes! I am surpris’d at nothing. -Oh, Lucius, I am sick of this bad world! The day-light and the sun grow painful to me.

Enter PORTIUS. But see where Portius comes : what means this haste? Why are thy looks thus chang'd?

Por. My heart is griev'd,
I bring such news as will afflict my father.

Cato. Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood ?

Por. Not so. The traitor Syphax, as within the square He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch ; I saw, and call'd to stop him, but in vain : He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me, He would not stay and perish like Sempronius.

Cato. Perfidions man! But haste, my son, and see Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. [Ex. Por. -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me: Justice gives way to force: the conquer'd world Is Cæsar's! Cato has no business in it.

Luc. While pride, oppression, and injustice reign, The world will still demand her Cato's presence. In pity to mankind submit to Cæsar, And reconcile thy mighty soul to life. Cato. Would Lucius have me live to swell the

number Of Cæsar's slaves, or by a base submission Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant?

Luc. The victor never will impose on Cato Ungen'rous terms. His enemies confess The virtues of humanity are Cæsar's. Cato. Curse on his virtues! they've undone his

country. . Such popular humanity is treason

But see young Juba ; the good youth appears,
Full of the guilt of his perfidious subjects!

Luc. Alas, poor princel his fate deserves compassion.

Enter JUBA.
Jub. I blush, and am confounded to appear
Before thy presence, Cato.

Cato. What's thy crime?
Jub. I'm a Numidian.
Cato. And a brave one too. Thou hast a Roman

soul. Jub. Hast thou not heard of my false countrymen ? Cato. Alas, young princel falsehood and fraud shoot

up in ev'ry soil, The product of all climes-Rome has its Cæsars.

Jub. 'Tis generous thus to comfort the distress'd.

Cato. 'Tis just to give applause where 'tis deserv'd; Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortune, Like purest gold, that, tortur'd in the furnace, Comes out more bright, and brings forth all its weight.

Jub. What shall I answer thee? “My ravish'd heart “ O'erflows with secret joy:" I'd rather gain Thy praise, O Catol than Numidia's empire.

Enter Portius.
Por. Misfortune on misfortune! grief on grief I
My brother Marcus

Cato. Hah! what has he done?
Has he forsook his post? Has he giv'n way?
Did he look tamely on, and let 'em pass?

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