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“ This empty world, to me a joyless desert,
“ 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
Mar. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men,
Jub. See, Marcia, see [Throwing himself before her.
Mar. With pleasure and amaze I stand transported !
“ Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once !"
Jub. A wretch,
Mar. I've been surpriz'd in an unguarded hour,
“ Jub. I'm lost in ecstacy; and dost thou love, « Thou charming maid
“ Mar. And dost thou live to ask it?
“ Jub. Oh, fortunate mistake !
Jub. My joy, my best belov'd, my only wish!
Mar. Lucia, thy arm. “ Oh, let me rest upon it! “ The vital blood that had forsook my heart,
“ Returns again in such tumultuous tides,
Exeunt Mar, and Luc.
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,
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,
Luc. Alas, poor princel his fate deserves compassion.
Cato. What's thy crime?
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.
Cato. Hah! what has he done?