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Mar. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's blood
and murder! Hah! a Numidian! Heav'n preserve the prince! The face lies muffled up within the garment, But, hah | death to my sight I a diadem, And royal robes! O gods I 'tis he, 'tis he! “ Juba, the loveliest youth that ever warm'd « A virgin's heart,” Juba lies dead before us !
Luc. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy assistance Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind, Thou can'st not put it to a greater trial.
Mar. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my patience; Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast, To rend my heart with grief and run distracted !
Luc. What can I think or say to give thee comfort:
Mar. 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, deserv'd it from me. Jub. What do I hear? And was the false Sem
pronius That best of men'? Oh, had I fall’n like him, And cou'd have been thus mourn'd, I had been happy.
“ Luc. Here will I stand, companion in thy woes, “ And help thee with my tears; when I behold “ A loss like thine, I half forget my own." “ Mar. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd breast.
“ This empty world, to me a joyless desert,
“ Fub. I'm on the rack! Was he so near her heart?
“ Mar. 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 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 ! Jub. What means that voice? Did she not call on
Juba ? Mar. “Why do I think on what he was! he's dead ! « 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 What Marcia thinks ? All is Elysium round me!
Mar. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men, Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid A last embrace, while thus
Fub. See, Marcia, see [Throwing himself before her. The happy Juba lives! He lives to catch That dear embrace, and to return it too With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.
Mar. With pleasure and amaze I stand transported!
« Sure 'tis a dream l 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. This, this is life indeed! life worth pre
serving, “ Such life as Juba never felt 'till now! “ Mar. Believe me, prince, before I thought thee
dead, “ I did not know myself how much I lov'd thee.
Jub. Oh, fortunate mistake ! “ Mar. O happy Marcia !”
Jub. My joy, my best belov’d, my only wish! How shall I speak the transport of my soul !
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,
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'di
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. Perfidious 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