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LUCIA.
Has set my soul at large, and now I stand
Loose of my vow.

But who knows Cato's thoughts ?
Who knows how yet he may dispose of Portius,
Or how he has determind of thyself?.

MARCIA.
Let him but live ! commit the rest to heaven.

him :

Enter LUCIUS.

LUCIUS. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man! O Marcia, I have seen thy godlike father : Some power invisible supports his soul, And bears it up in all its wonted greatness. A kind refreshing Neep is fallin upon I saw him ftretch'd at ease, his fancy lost In pleasing dreams; as I drew near his couch, He smil'd, and cry'd, Cæfar, thou canst not hurt me !

MARCIA. His mind still labours with some dreadful thought,

LUCIUS. Lucia, why all this grief, these floods of sorrow? Dry up thy tears, my child; we all are safe While Cato lives his presence will protect us.

Enter JUBA.

JUBA.
Lucius, the horsemen are return’d from viewing
The number, strength, and posture of our foes,
Who now encamp within a short hour's march,

On

On the high point of yon bright western tower
We ken them from afar; the setting fun
Plays on their shining arnis and burnith d helniets,
And covers all the field with gleams of fire.

LUCI U S.
Marcia, 'tis time we should awake thy father.
Cæsar is still dispos’d to give us terms,
And waits at distance 'till he hears from Cato.

Enter PORTIUS.

Portius, thy looks speak somewhat of importance.
What tidings dost thou bring? Methinks I see
Unusual gladness fparkling in thy eyes.

PORTIUS.
As I was hasting to the port, where now
My father's friends, impatient for a paffage,
Accuse the lingering winds, a fail arriv'd
From Pompey's fon, who through the realms of Spain
Calls out for vengeance on his father's death,
And rouzes the whole nation up to arms.
Were Cato at their head, once more might Rome
Affert her rights, and claim her liberty.
But hark! what means that groan ? O give me way,
And let me fly into my father's presence.

LUCIUS,
Cato, amidst his flumbers, thinks on Rome,
And in the wild disorder of his soul
Mourns o'er his country ; ha! a second groan !
Heaven guard us all !

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MARCIA.

Alas ! 'tis not the voice Of one who sleeps ! 'tis agonizing pain, 'Tis death is in that sound

Re-enter PORTIUS.

POR TI US.

O sight of woe! O Marcia, what we fear'd is come to pass ! Cato is fall’n upon his sword

LUCIUS.

O Portius, Hide all the horrors of thy mournful tale, And let us guess the rest.

PORTIUS.

I've rais’d him up,
And plac'd him in his chair, where, pale and faint,
He gasps for breath, and, as his life flows from him,
Demands to see his friends. His weeping servants,
Obsequious to his orders, bear him hither.
[The back Scene opens, and discovers CATO.

MARCIA.
O heaven, assist me in this dreadful hour
To pay the last fad duties to my father !

JUBA.
These are thy triumphs, thy exploits, o Cæfar!

LUCIUS. Now is Rome fall'n indeed! [Cato brought forward in his chair,

CATO,

CATO.

Here set me downPortius, come near me—are my friends embark'd ? Can any thing be thought of for their service ? Whilft I yet live, let me not live in vain. -O Lucius, art thou here ?-Thou art too good !

this our friendship live between our children ; Make Portius happy in thy daughter Lucia. Alas poor man, he weeps !—Marcia, my daughter -O bend me forward ! Juba loves thee, Marcia. A Senator of Rome, while Rome survivid, Would not have match'd his daughter with a king, But Cæsar's arms have thrown down all distinction; Whoe'er is brave and virtuous, is a Romana -I 'm fick to death, when shall I

get

loose
From this vain world, th’abode of guilt and sorrow! -
- And yet methinks a beam of light breaks in
On my departing soul. Alas, I fear
I've been too hasty. Oye powers, that search
The heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts,
If I have done amiss, impute it not!
The best may err, but you are good, and-o [ Dies.

LUCIUS.
There fled the greatest soul that ever warm’d
A Roman breast. O Cato! O my friend!
Thy will shall be religioully observ’d.
But let us bear this awful corpse to Cæsar,
And lay it in his fight, that it may

stand
A fence betwixt us and the victor's wrath ;
Cate, though dead, shall still protect his friends.
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From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.
Tis this that shakes our country with alarms,
And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms,
Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife,
And robs the guilty world of Cato’s life.

[Exeunt Omnes.

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