Sure 'tis a Dream! Dead and Alive at once! Difguifed like Juba on a curs'd Defign. Marc. I've been furprized in an unguarded Hour, Jub. I'm loft in Extafie! and do'st thou love, Marc. And do'ft thou live to ask it? Jub. This, this is Life indeed! Life worth preferving! Such Life as Juba never felt till now! Marc. Believe me, Prince, before I thought thee dead, I did not know my felf how much I lov'd thee. Jub. O fortunate Mistake! Marc. O happy Marcia! Jub. My Joy! my beft Beloved! my only Wish! How fhall I fpeak the Transport of my Soul! Marc. Lucia, thy Arm! Oh let me rest upon it !-----~ It quite o'ercomes me. Lead to my Apartment. And make the Gods propitious to our Love. [Ex. Marc. and Luc. Fortune, thou now haft made amends for all Thy Thy paft Unkindness. I abfolve my Stars. Let Cafar have the World, if Marcia's mine. A March at a Distance. Enter Cato and Lucius. Luc. I ftand aftonifh't! What, the bold Sempronius! That still broke foremost through the Croud of Patriots, As with a Hurricane of Zeal transported, And virtuous ev'n to Madness Cato. Trust me, Lucius, Our civil Discords have produced fuch Crimes, Enter Portius. But fee where Portius come's! What mean's this Hafte? Port. My Heart is griev'd. I bring fuch News as will afflict my Father. The Traytor Syphax, as within the Square [Exit, Thy Thy Brother Marcus a&t's a Roman's Part. Lucius, the Torrent bears too hard upon me: Juftice give's Way to Force: the conquer'd World Is Cafar's: Cato has no Bufinefs in it. [Exit Portius. Luc. While Pride, Oppreffion, and Injustice reign,” » And reconcile thy Mighty Soul to Life. Cato. Wou'd Lucius have me live to fwell the Number Of Cafar's Slaves, or by a base Submiffion Give up the Cause of Rome, and own a Tyrant? Luc. The Victor never will impofe on Cato Ungen'rous Terms. His Enemies confess The Virtues of Humanity are Cafar's. Cato. Curfe on his Virtues! They've undone his Country. Such Popular Humanity is Treafon But fee young Juba! the good Youth appears Full of the Guilt of his perfidious Subjects. Luc. Alas, poor Prince! his Fate deferves Compaffion. Enter Juba. Fub. I blush, and am confounded to appear Before thy Prefence, Cato. Cato. What's thy Crime? Jub. I'm a Numidian. Cato. And a brave one too, Thou haft a Roman Soul. Of my falfe Countrymen? Falfhood and Fraud fhoot up in ev'ry Soil, Rome has its Cæfars. Jub. 'Tis gen'rous thus to comfort the Distress'd. Comes Comes out more bright, and brings forth all its Weight. Thy Praife, O Cato, than Numidia's Empire. Enter Portius baftily. Port. Misfortune on Misfortune! Grief on Grief! My Brother Marcus Cato. Hah! what has he done? Has he forfook his Poft? has he giv'n way? Port. Scarce had I left my Father, but I met him Port. Nor did he fall before His Sword had pierc'd through the falfe Heart of Syphax : Grin in the Pangs of Death, and bite the Ground. Cato. Thanks to the Gods! my Boy has done his Duty. His-Urne near mine. Port. Long may they keep afunder! Luc. O Cato, arm thy Soul with all its Patience; See where the Corps of thy dead Son approaches! The Citizens and Senators, alarm'd, Have gather'd round it, and attend it weeping. Cato meeting the Corps. Cato. Welcome my Son! Here lay him down, my Friends, Full in my Sight, that I may view at leisure The The bloody Coarfe, and count thofe glorious Wounds. Portius, behold thy Brother, and remember Thy Life is not thy own, when Rome demands it. Cato. Alas my Friends! Why mourn you thus? Let not a private Loss Afflict your Hearts. 'Tis Rome requires our Tea rs. Juba. Behold that upright Man! Rome fills his Eyes Cato. Whate'er the Roman Virtue has fubdu'd, The Fabii fell, and the great Scipio's conquer'd: Cato. Cafar alhamed! Has not he seen Pharfalia! Cafar fhall never fay I've conquer'd Cato. But oh! my Friends, your Safety fills my Heart [Afide. [Afide. With |