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Jub. What can this mean? Sempronius!
heart. Jub. Nay, then, beware thy own, proud, barbar
(SEMPRONIUS falls. Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doom'd to fall By a boy's hand, disfigured 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 heav'n, and Cato tremble!
[Dies. Jub. I'll hence to Cato, That we may there at length unravel all This dark design, this mystery of fate. (Exit JUBA.
Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
and murder! Ha! a Numidian ! Heav'n preserve the prince! The face lies muffled
within the garment,
Lucia. Now, Marcia, now, call up to thy assistance
tience; Have I not cause to rave, and beat my
breast, To rend my heart with grief, and run distracted?
Lucia. What can I think, or say, to give thee com
fort? 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, deserved 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 tortured 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 gladden'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 loved 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 loved of men, Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid A last embrace, while thusJub. See, Marcia, see,
[Throwing himself before her, The happy Juba lives! he lives to catch
That dear embrace, and to return it too,
Jub. A wretch,
Marcia. I've been surprised in an unguarded hour,
Jub. My joy, my best beloved, my only wish! How shall I speak the transport of my soul!
Marcia. Lucia, thy arm, 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 MARCIA and Lucia. 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 Cato and LUCIUS. Luc. I stand astonish'd! What, the bold Sen:pro
nius, That still broke foremost through the crowd of patriots, As with a hurricane of zeal transported, And virtuous even to madness
Cato. Trust me, Lucius, Our civil discords have produced such crimes, Such monstrous crimes, I am surprised at nothing,
-Oh Lucius, I am sick of this bad world! The daylight and the sun grow painful to me.
Por. My heart is grieved,
father. Cato. Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood ?
Por. Not so. The traitor Syphax, as within the square, He exercised 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'ı his arm aloft, and proudly told me,
He would not stay, and perish, like Sempronius.
Cato. Perfidious man! But haste, my son, and see Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part.
(Exit PORTIUS -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me: Justice gives way to force: the conquer'd world Is Cæsar's! Catò 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. Cafo. 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 prince ! his fate deserves compas
Cato. What's thy crime?
soul. Jub. Hast thou not heard of my false countrymen?
Cato. Alas, young prince!
Jab. 'Tis generous thus to comfort the distrsss'il.