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Enjoys the noon-day breeze! Observe her, Por- | I feel the woman breaking in upon me, tius;
And melt about my heart; my tears will flow. That face, that shape, those eyes, that heaven But 0! I'll think no more! the hand of fate of beauty!
Has torn thee from me, and I must forget thee. Observe her well and blame me if thou canst. Por. Hard-hearted, cruel maid ! Por. She sees us, and advances
Luc. O stop those sounds, [upon me? Marc. I'll withdraw.
Those killing sounds! Why dost thou frown And leave you for a while. Remember, Portius, My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, Thy brother’s life depends upon thy tongue. And life itself goes out at thy displeasure.
Enter Lucia. ČExit. The gods forbid us to indulge our loves ; Luc. Did not I see your brother Marcus here? But Ö! I cannot bear thy hate and live. Why did he Ay the place and shun my pre-Ive been deluded, led into a dream (its force.
Por. Talk not of love, thou never knew'st sence? Por. O Lucia! language is too faint to show of fancied bliss. O Lucia, cruel maid! (sounds His rage of love; it preys upon his life; Thy dreadful vow, loaden with death, still He pines, he sickens, he despairs, he dies ; In my stunn'd ears. What shall I say or do? His passions and his virtues lie confus'd, Quick let us part! Perdition's in thy presence, And mixt together in so wild a tumult, And horrordwells about thee!-Ha! she faints! That the whole man is quite disfigured in him. Wretch that I am, what has my rashness done! Heavens! would one think 'twere possible for Lucia, thou injur'd innocence! thou best love
And loveliest of thy sex ! awake, my Lucia, To make such ravages in a noble soul ? Or Portius rushes on his sword to join thee. O Lucia! I'm distrest; my heart bleeds for --Her imprecations reach not to the tomb, him :
[sence, They shut not out society in death Ev'n now, while thus I stand blest in thy pre- But, ah! she moves, life wanders up and down A secret damp of grief comes o'er my thoughts, Through all her face, and lights up ev'ry charm. And I'm unhappy, tho'thou smil'st upon me. Luc. O Portius, was this well-to frown on Luc. How wilt thou guard thy honor in the her shock
[Portius, That lives upon thy smiles ? to call in doubt Of love and friendship? Think betimes, my The faith of one expiring at thy feet, Think how the nuptial tie, that might ensure That loves thee more than ever woman lov'd ? Our mutual bliss, would raise to such a height -What do I say? My half-recover'd sense Thy brother's griefs, as might perhaps destroy Forgets the vow in which my soul is bound. him.
Destruction stands betwixt us; we must part. Por. Alas, poor youth! what dost thou Por. Name not the word; my frighted think, my Lucia ?
thoughts run back, His gen'rous, open, undesigning heart And startle into madness at the sound. Has begg’d his rival to solicit for him :
Luc. What wouldst thou have.me.do? Cona Then do not strike him dead with a denial;
sider well But hold him up in life, and cheer his soul The train of ills our love would draw behind it. With the faint glimm’ring of a doubtful hope: Think, Portius, think thou seest thy dying broPerhaps when we have passed those gloomy ther
Stabb’d at his heart, and all besmeard with And weather'd out the storm that beats about Storming at heaven and thee! Thy awful sire
Sternly demands the cause, th' accursed cause, Luc. No, Portius, no: I see thy sister's tears, That robs him of his son : poor Marcia tremThy father's anguish, and thy brother's death, bles, In the pursuit of our ill-fated loves :
Then tears her hair, and, frantic in her griefs, And, Portius, here I swear, to heaven I swear, Calls out on Lucia. What could Lucia answer, To heaven and all the powers that judge man. Or how stand up in such a scene of sorrow? kind,
Por. To my confusion, and eternal grief, Never to mix my plighted hands with thine, I must approve the sentence that destroys me. While such a cloud of mischiefs hang about us, The mist that hung about my mind clears up; But to forget our loves, and drive thee out And now, athwart the terrors that thy vow From all my thoughts as far-as I am able. Has planted round thee, thou appear'st more Por. What hast thou said ? I'm thunder- More amiable, and risest in thy charms. [fair, struck-recall
Loveliest of women! Heaven is in thy soul; Those hasty words, or I am lost for ever. Beauty and virtue shine for ever round thee,
Luc. Has not the vow already pass'd my lips? Brightening each other! Thou art all divine. The gods have heard it and 'tis seal'd in heaven. Luc. Portius, no more; thy words shoot May all the vengeance that was ever pour'd
through my heart, On perjur'd heads o’erwhelm me if I break it! Melt my resolves, and turn me all to love.
Por. Fix'din astonishment, I gaze upon thee, Why are those tears of fondness in thy eyes ?
Luc. At length I've acted my severest part : Farewell, though death is in the word--for ever!
Por. Stay, Lucia, stay! What dost thou say? Marc. O, for some glorious cause to fall in For ever?
[success battle! Luc. Have I not sworn? If, Portius, thy Lucia, thou hast undone ine; thy disdain (ease. Must throw thy brother on his fate, farewell – Has broke my heart : 'tis death must give me 0, how shall I repeat the word, for eyer ! Por. Quick, let us hence. Who knows if Por. Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady
Stands sure? O Marcus, I am warmd, my Hangs quivering on the point, leaps off by fits, Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for And falls again, as loath to quit its hold. (thee, glory.
[Ereunt. - Thou must not go? my soul still hovers o'er Enter Sempronius with the Leaders of the And can't let loose.
Mutiny: Luc. If the firm Portius shakes
Sem. At length the winds are rais'd, the To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers ! Por. "Tistrue, unruffled and serene l've met Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up
storm blows high : The common accidents of life; but here
In its full fury and direct it right, Such an unlook'd-for storm of ills falls on me, Till it has spent itself on Cato's hearl. It beats down all my strength. I cannot bear it. Meanwhile I'll herd among his friends, and We must not part.
seem Luo. What dost thou say? not part ! One of the number, that whate'er arrive, Hast thou forgot the vow that I have made ?
My friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe. Are there not heavens, and gods, that thunder
[Exit. o'er us?
1st Leader. We are all safe, Sempronius is -But see, thy brother Marcus bends this
our friend. I sicken at the sight. Once more farewell; Sempronius is as brave a man as Cato. Farewell, and know thou wrong'st me if thou But hark! he enters. Bear up boldly to him ; think'st
Be sure you beat him down and bind him fast. Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine! This day will end our toils and give us rest;
[Exit Lucia. Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend. Enter Marcus. Marc. Portius, what hopes? How stands Re-enter Sempronius, with Cato, Lucius, Per. she? Am I doom'd
tius, and Marcus. [war To life or death?
Cato. Where are these bold intrepid sons of Por. What wouldst thou have me say? That greatly turn their backs upon the foe, Marc. What means this pensive posture? And to their general send a brave defiance? Thou appearst
Sem. Curse on their dastard souls, they stand Like one amaz'd and terrified.
Aside. Por. I've reason. [ordered thoughts Cato. Perfidious men! And will you thus Marc. Thy down-cast looks and thy dis- dishonor Tell me my fate. I ask not the success Your past exploits, and sully all your wars ? My cause has found.
Do you confess 'twas not a zeal for Rome, Por. I'm griev'd I undertook it. (my heart, Nor love of liberty, nor thirst of honor, Marc. What! does the barbarous maid insult Drew you thus far; but hopes to share the spoil My aching heart, and triumph in my pains ? Of conquer'd towns, and plunder'd provinces? That I could cast her from my thoughts for Fir’d with such motives, you do well to join ever!
[griefs ; With Cato's foes, and follow Cæsar's banners. Por. Away, you're too suspicious in your Why did I 'scape th' envenom'd aspic's rage, Lucia, though sworn never to think of love, And all the fiery monsters of the desert, Compassionates your pains, and pities you. To see this day? Why could not Cato fall Marc. Compassionates my pains, and pities Without your guilt? Behold, ungrateful men, me!
Behold my bosom naked to your swords, What is compassion, when 'tis void of love? And let the man that's injur'd strike the blow. Fool that I was to choose so cold a friend Which of you all suspects that he is wrong'd, To urge my cause !-Compassionates my pains! Or thinks he suffers greater ills than Cato? Pr’ythee, what art, what rhet'ric didst thou use Am I distinguish'd from you but by toils, To gain this mighty boon ?-She pities me! Superior toils, and heavier weight of cares? To one that asks the warm return of love, Painful pre-eminence! Compassion's cruelty, 'tis scorn, 'tis death- Sem. By heavens they droop! Por. Marcus, no more, have I deserv'd this Confusion to the villains; all is lost. [Aside. treatment?
Culo. Have you forgotten Libya's burning Marc. What have I said? O Portius, O for- waste,
[sand, give me!
Its barren rocks, parch'd earth, and hills of A soul exasperate in ills falls out
Its tainted air, and all its broods of poison? With ev'ry thing, its friend, itself—but ha ! Who was the first to explore th' untrodden What means that shout, big with the sounds path, What new alarms?
[of war? When life was hazarded in every step? Por. A second, louder yet,
[us. Or, fainting in the long laborious march, Swells in the winds, and comes more full upon When on the banks of an unlook`d-for stream
You sunk the river with repeated draughts,
2d. Lead. Nay, now you carry it too far, Who was the last in all your host that thirsied? Sempronius;
Sfriends Sem. If some penurious source by chance Throw off the mask, there are none here but appear'd,
Sem. Know, villains, when such paltry Scanty of waters, when you scoop'd it dry,
slaves presume And offer'd the full helmet up to Cato, To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, Did he not dash th’un tasted moisture from him? They're thrown neglected by: but if it fails, Did he not lead you through the mid-day sun, They're sure to die like dogs as you shall do. And clouds of dust? Did not his temples glow, Here, take these factious monsters, drag 'em In the same sultry winds, and scorching heats? To sudden death.
(forth Cato. Hence, worthless men! hence ! and 1st Lead. Nay, since it comes to this complain to Cæsar,
Sem. Dispatch 'em quick! but first pluck You could not undergo the toil of war,
out their tongues, Nor bear the hardships that your leaders bore. Lest with their dying breath they sow sedition. Luc. See, Cato, see the unhappy men; they
[Exeunt Guards, with the leaders. weep!
Enter Syphar. Fear and remorse and sorrow for their crime
Sy. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd Appear in ev'ry look, and plead for mercy.
abortive : Caio. Learn to be honest men, give up your Still there remains an after-game to play: leaders,
My troops are mounted: their Numidian steeds And pardon shall descend on all the rest.
Snuff up the wind and long to scour the desert: Sem. Cato, commit these wretches to my Let but Sempronius head us in our flight,
We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his First let 'em each be broken on the rack ;
[sage. Then with what life remains, impal'd, and left and hew down all that would oppose our pasa To writhe at leisure round the bloody stake;
A day will bring us into Cæsar's camp. There let 'em hang, and taint the southern
Sem. Confusion! I have fail'd of half my wind.
purpose. The partners of their crime will learn obedi- Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind ! When they look up and see their fellow traitors
Sy. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's Stuck on a fork, and black’ning in the sun.
[soft Luc. Sempronius, why, why wilt thou urge
Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the Of wretched men ?
[the fate Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love. Sem. How! wouldst thou clear rebellion ?
Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty maid, Lucius (good man) pities the poor offenders And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion : That would imbrue their hands in Cato's blood. When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off. Cato. Forbear, Sempronius!--see they suffer
Sy. Well said ! that's spoken like thyself, death,
Sempronius. But in their deaths remember they are men : What hinders, then, but that thou find her out, Strain not the laws to make their tortures grie- And hurry her away by manly force? vous.
Sem. But how to gain admission? For access Lucius, the base degenerate age requires Is given to none but Juba, and her brothers. Severity and justice in its rigor:
Sy. Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's This awes an impious, bold, offending world, guards; Commands obedience, and gives force to laws. The doors wilí when Numidia's prince When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish, Seems to appear before the slaves that watch The gods behold their punishment with plea
them. And lay th' uplifted thunderbolt aside. [sure,
Sem. Heavens, what a thought is there ! Sem. Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure. Marcia's my own!
Cato. Meanwhile we'll sacrifice to liberty. How will my bosom swell with anxious joy Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, When I behold her struggling in my arms, The gen'rous plan of pow'r deliver'd down,
With glowing beauty and disorder'd charms, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers,
While fear and anger, with alternate grace, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood :) Pant in her breast and vary in her face! O let it perer perish in your hands !
So Pluto, seiz'd of Proserpine, convey'd But piously transmit it to your children. To hell's tremendous gloom th'affrighted maid, Do thou, great Liberty, inspire our souls,
There grimly smil'd, pleas’d with the beauteous And make our lives in thy possession happy, Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence. Nor envied Jove his sunshine and his skies. [Exeunt Cato, &c.
[E.ueunt. 1st Leader. Sempronius, you have acted like yourself.
ACT IV. One would have thought you had been half in
Enter Lucia and Marcia. earnest.
Luc. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from Sem. Villain, stand off! base grov'ling thy soul, worthless wretches,
If thou believ'st 'tis possible for woman Mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors! | To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ?
Mar. O Lucia, Lucia! might my big-swoln Jul. Nay, then beware thy own, proud heart
barbarous inan! Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow, [They fight, Sem. falls; his Guards surrender.] Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace Sem. Curse on my stars ! am I then doom'd With all thy woes, and count out tear for iear. By a boy's hand, disfigurd in a vile [to fal} Luc. I know thou art doom'd alike to be Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? belov'd
Gods, I'm distracted! this my close of life! By Juba, and thy father's friend Sempronius; 0, for a peal of thunder that would make But which of these has power to charm like Earth, sea, and air, and heaven, and Cato Portius?
[Dies. Mar. Still I must beg thee not to name Jul. With what a spring his furious soul Sempronius;
[ground! Lucia, I like not that loud boist'rous man; And left the limbs still quirering on the Juba to all the brav'ry of a hero [ness; Hence let us carry off those slaves to Cato, Adds softest love and more than fernale sweet- That we may there at length unravel all Juba might make the proudest of our sex, This dark design, this mystery of fate. Any of womankind, but Marcia, happy.
[Exit Juba, with Prisoners, &c. Luc. And why not Marcia? Come, you
Enter Luciu and Marcia. strive in vain To hide your thoughts from one who knows
Luc. Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my
troubled heart The inward glowings of a heart in love. Mar. While Cato lives, his daughter has no
Is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows, right
It throbs with fear, and aches at every sound. To love or hate, but as his choice directs. O Marcia, should thy brothers for my sake! Luc. But should this father give you, to I die away with horror at the thought. Sempronius?
Mar. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's Mer. I dare not think he will: but if he
blood and murder! should
Ha! a Numidian! Heaven preserve the prince! Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
The face lies muffled up within the garment, Imaginary ills, and fancied tortures ?
But hah! death to my sight! a diadem, I hear the sound of feet! they march this way! And royal robes! O gods ? 'tis he, 'tis he; Let us retire, and try if we can drown
Juba, the loveliest youth that ever warm'd Each softer thought in sense of present danger: A virgin's heart, Juba lies dead before us ! When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
Luc. Now, Marcia, call up to thy assistance (In spite of all the virtue we can boast)
Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind; The woman that deliberates is lost. [Exeunt. | Thou canst not put it to a greater tria).
Mar. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my Enter Sempronius, dressed like Juba, with patience : Numidian Guards.
Have I'not cause to rave, and beat my breast, Sem. The deer is lodg'd, I've track'd her to To rend my heart with grief, and run dis
tracted ? her covert.
Luc. What can I thiuk or say to give thee Be sure you mind the word, and when I give Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. (it,
Mar. Talk not of comfort, 'tis for lighter Let not her cries or tears have force to move Beliold a sight that strikes all comfort dead.
Enter Juba, listening:
To all the pangs and fury of despair; 'Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian. That man, that best of men, deserv'd it from But hark, what noise ! Death to my hopes ? 'tis he,
Jub. What do I hear? and was the false "Tis Juba's self! there is but one way left
Sempronius He must be murder'd and a passage cut
That best of men? (), had I fallen like him, Through those his guatd—Hah, dastards, do And could have thus been mourn'd, I had been you tremble !
[woes, Or act like men, or by yon azure heaven Luc. Here will I stand companion in thy
And help thee with my tears; when I behold Enter Jula.
A loss like thine, I shall forget my own. Juba. What do I see? Who's this, that Mar. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd dares usurp
breast. The guards and habit of Numidia's prince? This empty world, to me a joyless desert, Sem. One who was born to scourge thy Has nothing left to make poor Marcia happy. arrogance,
Jub. I'm on the rack! was he so near her Presumptuous youth.
heart? Jub. 'What can this mean, Sempronius ? Mar. O, he was all made up of love and Sem. My sword shall answer thee. Have charins : at thy heart!
Whatever maid could wish or man admire ;
Delight of every eye; when he appear’d, O prince, I blush to think what I have said, A secret pleasure gladden'd all that saw him ; But fate has wrested the confession from me. But when he talk'd, the proudest Roman blush'd Go on, and prosper in the paths of honor : To hear his virtues, and old age grew wise. Thy virtue will excuse my passion for thee, Jub. I shall run mad !
[Aside. And make the gods propitious to our love. Mar. 0 Juba! Juba ! Juba !
(Exeunt Mar. and Luc. Jub. What means that voice? did she not Jub. I am so blest, I fear 'lis all a dream. call on Juba?
Fortune, thou now hast made amends for all Mar. Why do I think on what he was ? he's Thy past unkindness; I absolve my stars. dead!
[him. What though Numidia add her conquer'd towns He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd And provinces to swell the victor's triumph, Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart, Juba will never at his fate repine: Amidst his agonies, remember's Marcia, Let Cæsar have the world, if' Marcia's mine. And the last words he utter'd calld me cruel !
A March at a Distance. [Exit. Alas! he knew not, hapless youth, he knew not
Enter Cato and Lucius. Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba ! Luc. I stand astonish'd! What, the bold
Jub. Where am I? do I live? am I indeed Sempronius, What Marcia thinks? Allis Elysium round me! That still broke foremost through the crowd of
[ Aside. patriots, Mar. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of And with a hurricane of zeal transported, men,
And virtuous even to madness Nor modesty nor virtue here forbids
Cato. Trust me, Lucius, A last embrace, while thus
Our civil discords have produc'd such crimes, Jub. See, Marcia, see
Such monstrous crimes, I am surpris'd at no(Throwing himself before her. thing. The happy Juba lives! He lives to catch -O Lucius, I am sick of this bad world! That dear embrace, and to return it too The day-light and the sun grow painful to me. With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.
Enter Portius. Mar. With pleasure and amaze I stand trans. But see where Portius comes: what means this ported!
Why are thy looks thus chang'd? [haste? Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once! Por. My heart is griev'd, If thou art Juba, who lies there?
I bring such news as will afflict
father. Jub. A wretch,
Cato. Has Cæsar shed more Roinan blood ? Disguis'd like Juba, on a curst design.
Por. Not so. The tale is long, nor have I heard it out: The traitor Syphax, as within the square Thy father knows it all. I could not bear He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, To leave thee in the neighbourhood of death, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse But flew, in all the haste of love, to find thee; | To the south gate where Marcus holds the I found thee weeping, and confess this once,
watch : Am wrapt with joy to see my Marcia's tears. I saw, and call’d to stop him, but in vain : Mar. 'I've been surpris’d' iu an-unguarded He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me, hour,
He would not stay and perish like Sempronius. But must not now go back; the love that lay Cato. Perfidious man! But haste, my son, Half smother'd in my breast, has broke through
Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre. -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me: I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee. Justice gives way to force; the conquer'd world Jub. I am lost in ecstasy: and dost thou Is Cæsar's; Cato has no business in it. love,
Luc. While pride, oppression, and injustice Thou charming maid ?.
reign, Mar. And dost thou live to ask it?
The world will still demand her Cato's presence. Jub. This, this is life indeed! life worth pre- In pity to mankind submit to Cæsar, serving,
And reconcile thy inighty soul to life. Such life as Juba never felt till now!
Cato. Would Lucius have me live to swell Mar. Believe me, prince, before I thought
the number thee dead,
Of Cæsar's slaves, or by a base submission I did not know myself how much I lov’d thee. Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant? Jub. O fortunate mistake!
Luc. The victor never will impose on Cato Mar. O happy Marcia!
Ungen'rous terms. His enemies confess Jub. Myjoy, my best belov’d, my only wish! The virtues of humanity are Cæsar's. How shall I speak the transport of my soul ! Cato. Curse on his virtues! they've undone Mar. Lucia, thy arm. O, let me rest upon
his country. it!
Such popular humanity is treasonThe vital blood that had forsook my heart, But see young Juba; the good youth appears, Returns again in such tumultuous tides, Full of the guilt of his perfidious subjects ! It quite o'ercomes me. Lead to my apart- Luc. Alas! poor prince! his fate deserves mept.