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Is called together? Gods! thou must be cau- Or guides, in troops, the embattled elephant, tious;

Laden with war? These, these, are arts, my Cato has piercing eyes, and will discern

prince, Our frauds, unless they're covered thick with art. In which your Zama does not stoop to Rome.

Sem. Let me alone, good Syphax; I'll conceal Jubu. These all are virtues of a meaner rank;
My thoughts in passion 'tis the surest way); Perfections that are placed in bones and nerves,
l'll bellow out for Rome, and for my country, A Roman soul is bent on higher views :
And mouth at Cæsar, till I shake the senate. To civilize the rude, unpolished world,
Your cold hypocrisy's a stale device,

And lay it under the restraint of laws;
A worn-out trick; wouldst thou be thought in To make man mild, and sociable to man;
earnest,

To cultivate the wild, licentious savage, Clothe thy feigned zeal in rage, in fire, in fury ! With wisdom, discipline, and liberal arts; Syph. In troth, thou’rt able to instruct grey The embellishments of life: virtues like these hairs,

Make human nature shine, reform the soul, And teach the wily African deceit.

And break our fierce barbarians into men. Sem. Once more be sure to try thy skill on Syph. Patience, kind Heaven!-excuse an old Juba.

man's warmth: Meanwhile I'll hasten to my Roman soldiers, What are those wondrous civilizing arts, Inflame the mutiny, and underhand

This Roman polish, and this smooth behaviour, Blow up their discontents, till they break out That renders man thus tractable and tame? Unlooked for, and discharge themselves on Cato. Are they not only to disguise our passions, Remember, Syphax, we must work in haste: To set our looks at variance with our thoughts, Oh! think what anxious moments pass between To check the starts and sallies of the soul, The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods ! And break off all its commerce with the tongue ? Oh! 'tis a dreadful interval of time,

In short, to change us into other creatures, Fill'd up with horror all, and big with death! Than what our nature and the gods designed us? Destruction hangs on every word we speak, Juba. To strike thee dumb-turn up thy eyes On every thought, till the concluding stroke

to Cato! Determines all, and closes our design. [Erit. There may'st thou see to what a god-like height

Syph. I'll try if yet I can reduce to reason The Roman virtues lift up mortal man.
This headstrong youth, and make him spurn at While good, and just, and anxious for his friends,
Cato.

He's still severely bent against himself;
The time is short; Cæsar comes rushing on us- Renouncing sleep, and rest, and food, and ease,
But hold! young Juba sees me, and approaches. He strives with thirst and hunger, toil and beat;

And, when his fortune sets before him all
Enter JUBA.

The pomps and pleasures that his soul can wishi,
Juba. Syphax, I joy to meet thee thus alone. His rigid virtue will accept of none.
I have observed of late thy looks are fallen, Syph. Believe me, prince, there's not an Afrie
O’ercast with gloomy cares and discontent:

can, Then tell me, Syphax, I conjure thee, tell me, Tliat traverses our vast Numidian deserts What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in In quest of prey, and lives upon his bow, frowns,

But better practises those boasted virtues. And turn thine eye thụs coldly on thy prince? Coarse are his meals, the fortune of the chace; Sypli 'Tis not my talent to conceal my Amidst the running stream he slakes his thirst; thoughts,

Toils all the day, and, at the approach of night, Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face, On the first friendly bank he throws him down, When discontent sits heavy at my heart; Or rests his head upon a rock till inorn; I have not yet so much the Roman in me. Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, Juba. Why dost thou cast out such ungener. And if the following day he chance to find ous terms

A new repast, or an untasted spring, Against the lords and sovereigns of the world? Blesses his stars, and thinks it lustry. Dost thou not see inankind fall down before Juba. Thy prejudices, Syphax, wont discern them,

What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, And own the force of their superior virtue? Nor how the hero differs from the brute. Is there a nation in the wilds of Afric,

But grant that others could, with equal glory, Amidst our barren rocks, and burning sands, Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense, That does not tremble at the Roman name? Where shall we find the man that bears affilica Syph. Gods! where's the worth that sets these

tion, people up

Great and majestic in his griefs, like Çato? Above our own Numidia's tawny sons? Heavens! with what strength, what steadiness of Do they, with tougher sinews, bend the bow ?

mind, Or flies the javelin swifter to its mark,

He triumphs in the midst of all his sufferings ! Launched from the vigour of a Roman arm? How does he rise against a load of woes, Who, like our active African, instructs

And thank the gods that throw the weight upon The fiery steed, and trains him to his hand?

him !

quer love,

this way:

Syph. 'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness Syph. Believe me, prince, though hard to con

of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.

'Tis easy to divert and break its force. Had not your royal father thought so highly Absence might care it, or a second mistress Of Roman virtue, and of Cato's cause,

Light up another flame, and put out this. He had not fallen by a slave's hand inglorious; The glowing dames of Zania's royal court Nor would his slaughtered army now have lain Have faces Aushed with more exalted charms; On Afric's sands disfigured with their wounds, The sun, that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, To gorge the wolves and vultures of Numidia. Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks;

Juba. Why dost thou call my sorrows up afresh? Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forMy father's name brings tears into my eyes.

get Syph. Oh, that you'd profit by your father's The pale unripened beauties of the north. ills !

Juba. 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion, Juba. What wouldst thou have me do? The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Syph. Abandon Cato,

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Juba. Syphax, I should be more than twice an Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. orphan

The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex: By such a loss.

True, she is fair, (oh, how divinely fair!) Syph. Aye, there's the tie that binds you! But still the lovely maid improves her charms You long to call him father. Marcia's charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, Work in your heart unseen, and plead for Cato. And sanctity of manners; Cato's soul No wonder you are deaf to all I say.

Shines out in every thing she acts or speaks, Juba. Syphax, your zeal becomes importunate; While winning mısdness and attractive smiles P've hitherto permitted it to rave,

Dwell in her looks, and, with becoming grace, And talk at large ; but learn to keep it in, Soften the rigour of her father's virtue. Lest it should take more freedom than I'll give it. Syph. How does your tongue grow wanton in Syph. Sir, your great father never used me

her praise ! thus.

But on my knees I beg you would considerAlas, he's dead! but can you e'er forget

Juba. Ha! Syphax, is't not she? She moves The tender sorrows, and the pangs of nature, The fond embraces, and repeated blessings, And with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter. Which you drew from him in your last fare My heart beats thick- I prithee, Syphax, leave

well? Still must I cherish the dear, sad remembrance, Syph. Ten thousand curses fasten on them both! At once to torture and to please my soul. Now will the woman, with a single glance, The good old king at parting wrung my hand, Undo what I've been labouring all this while. (His eyes brim-full of tears) then sighing, cried,

(E.rit SYPHAX. Pr’ythee be careful of my son! His grief Swelled up so high, he could not utter more.

Enter MARCIA and LUCIA. Jubu. Alas! thy story melts away my soul. Juba. Hail, charming maid! How does thy That best of fathers ! how shall I discharge

beauty smooth The gratitude and duty which I owe him! The face of war, and make even horror smile!

Syph. By laying up his counsels in your heart. At sight of thee my heart shakes off its sorrows; Juba. His counsels bade me yield to thy di- I feel a dawn of joy break in upon me, rections :

And for a while forget the approach of Cæsar. Then, Syphax, chide me in severest terms; Mur. I should be grieved, young prince, to Vent all thy passion, and I'll stand its shock,

think my presence Calm and unruffled as a summer sea,

Unbent your thoughts, and slackened them to When not a breath of wind flies o’er its surface.

arms, Syph. Alas ! my prince, I'd guide thee to your While, warm with slaughter, our victorious foe safety.

Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field, Juba. I do believe thou wouldst; but tell me Juba. Oh, Marcia, let me hope thy kind con

how? Syph. Fly from the fate that follows Cæsar's And gentie wishes follow me to battle ! focs !

The thought will give new vigour to my arm, Juba. My father scorned to do it.

Add strength and weight to my

descending sword, Syph. And therefore died.

And drive it in a tempest on the foe. Juba. Better to die ten thousand thousand Mar. My prayers and wishes always shall atdeaths,

tend Than wound my honour.

The friends of Rome, the glorious cause of virtue, Syph. Rather say, your love.

And men approved of by the gods and Cato. Juba. Syphax, I've promised to preserve my Juba. That Juba may deserve thy pious cares, temper.

I'll

gaze for ever on thy god-like father, Why wilt thou urge me to confess a flame, Transplanting, one by one, into my lise, I long have stifled, and would fain conceal? His bright perfections, 'till I shine like him.

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my choice?

Mar. My father never, at a time like this, Thou know'st it is a blind and foolish passion, Would lay out his great soul in words, and waste Pleased and disgusted with it knows not what Such precious moments.

Mur. Oh, Lucia, I'm perplexed! Oh, tell me Juba. Thy reproofs are just,

which Thou virtuous maid ! I'll hasten to my troops,

I must hereafter call my happy brother? And fire their languid souls with Cato's virtue. Luc. Suppose 'twere Portius, could you blame If e'er I lead them to the field, when all The war shall stand, ranged in its just array,

-Oh, Portius, thou hast stolen away my soul ! And dreadful pomp, then will I think on thee! With what a graceful tenderness he loves ! Oh, lovely maid ! 'then will I think on thee; And breathes the softest, the sincerest rows ! And, in the shock of charging hosts, remember Complacency, and truth, and manly sweetness, What glorious deeds should grace the man, who Dwell ever on his tongue, and smooth his hopes

thoughts. For Marcia's love.

[Erit JUBA. Marcus is over-warm, his fond complaints Lur. Marcia, you're too severe;

Have so much earnestness and passion in them, How could you chide the young good.natured I hear him with a secret kind of horror, prince,

And tremble at his vehemence of temper. And drive him from you with so stern an air? Mar. Alas, poor youth! how canst thou throw A prince, that loves and doats on you to death?

him from thee? Mur. 'Tis therefore, Lucia, that I chid him Lucia, thou know'st not half the love he bears from me.

thee; His air, his voice, his looks, and honest soul, Whene'er he speaks of thee, his heart's in flames, Speak all so movingly in his behalf,

He sends out all his soul in every word, I dare not trust myself to hear him talk. And thinks, and talks, and looks like one transLuc. Why will you fight against so sweet a

ported.
passion,

Unhappy youth ! How will thy coldness raise
And steel your heart to such a world of charms? Tempests and storms in his afflicted bosom!
Mur How, Lucia! wouldst thou have me sink I dread the consequence.
away

Luc. You seem to plead
In pleasing dreams, and lose myself in love, Against your brother Portius.
When every moment Cato's life's at stake? Mar. Heaven forbid !
Cæsar comes armed with terror and revenge, Had Portius been the unsuccessful lover,
And aims his thunder at my father's head. The same compassion would have fallen on him.
Should not the sad occasion swallow up

Luc. Was ever virgin love distrest like mine! My other cares, and draw them all into it? Portius himself oft falls in tears before me,

Luc. Why have not I this constancy of mind, As if he mourned his rival's ill success,
Who have so many griefs to try its force! Then bids me hide the motions of my heart,
Sure, nature formed me of her softest mould, Nor shew which way it turns. So much he feans
Enfeebled all my soul with tender passions, The sad effects that it will have on Marcus.
And sunk me even below my own weak sex : Mar. He knows too well how easily he is fired,
Pity and love, by turns, oppress my heart. And would not plunge his brother in despair,

Mur. Lucia, disburthen all thy cares on me, But waits for happier times, and kinder moments.
And let me share thy most retired distress. Luc. Alas! too late I find myself involved
Tell me who raises up this conflict in thee? In endless griefs and labyrinths of woe,
Luc. I need not blush to name them, when I Born to afflict my Marcia's family,
tell thee,

And sow dissention in the hearts of brothers. They’re Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato. Tormenting thought! It cuts into my soul. Mar. They both behold thee with their sis- Mar. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows,

But to the gods submit the event of things. And often have revealed their passion to me. Our lives, discoloured with our present woes, But tell me, whose address thou favour'st most? May still grow bright, and smile with happier I long to know, and yet I dread to hear it.

hours. Luc. Which is it Marcia wishes for?

So the pure limpid stream, when foul with Mar. For neither

stains
And yet for both— The youths have equal share Of rushing torrents, and descending rains,
In Marcia's wishes, and divide their sister : Works itself clear, and, as it runs, refines,
But tell me which of them is Lucia's choice? 'Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines,

Luc. Marcia, they both are high in my esteem, Reflects each flower that on the border grows, But in my love Why wilt thou make ine name And a new heaven in its fair bosom shows. him !

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True fortitude is seen in great exploits, The Senate. LUCIUS, SEMPRONIUS, and Sena

That justice warrants, and that wisdom gaides; tors.

All else is towering frenzy and distraction. Sem. Rome still survives in this assembled se- Are not the lives of those, who draw the sword

In Rome's defence, entrusted to our care? Let us remember we are Càto's friends,

Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter, And act like men who claim that glorious title. Might not the impartial world with reason say,

Luc. Cato will soon be here, and open to us We lavished at our deaths the blood of thousands, The occasion of our meeting. Hark! he comes ! To grace our fall, and make our ruin glorious ?

[ A sound of trumpets. Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion. May all the guardian gods of Rome direct him ! Luc. My thoughts, I must confess, are turned

on peace. Enter Cato.

Already have our quarrels filled the world Calo. Fathers, we once again are met in coun- With widows, and with orphans: Scythia mourns

Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions Cæsar's approach has summoned us together, Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of Rome: And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. 'Tis time to sheath the sword and spare manHow shall we treat this bold aspiring man?

kind. Success still follows him, and backs his crimes ; It is not Cæsar, but the gods, my fathers, Pharsalia gave him Rome, Egypt has since The gods declare against us, and repel Received his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cæsar's. Our vain attempts. To urge the foe to battle, Why should I mention Juba's overthrow, (Prompted by blind revenge and wild despair) And Scipio's death? Numidia’s burning sands Were to refuse the awards of Providence, Still smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should de- And not to rest in Heaven's determination.

Already have we shewn our love to Rome, What course to take. Our foe advances on us, Now let us shew submission to the gods. And envies us even Lybia's sultry desarts. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, Fathers, pronounce your thoughts: are they still But free the commonwealth: when this end fails, fixed

Arms have no further use. Our country's cause, To hold it out and fight it to the last?

That drew our swords, now wrests them from Or are your hearts subdued at length, and

our hands, wrought

And bids us not delight in Roman blood By time, and ill success, to a submission ? Unprofitably shed. What men could do, Sempronius, speak.

Is done already: heaven and earth will witness, Sem. My voice is still for war.

If Rome must fall, that we are innocent. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate

Sem. This smooth discourse, and mild behaWhich of the two to choose, slavery or death!

viour, oft
No; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, Conceal a traitor-something whispers me
And, at the head of our remaining troops, All is not right-Cato, beware of Lucius.
Attack the foe, break through the thick array

(Aside to CATO. of his thronged legions, and charge home upon Cato. Let us appear nor rash nor diffident. him.

Immoderate valour swells into a fault; Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, And fear, admitted into public councils, May reach his heart, and free the world from Betrays like treason. Let us shun thein both. bondage.

Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs Rise, fathers, rise ! 'Tis Rome demands your help : Are grown thus desperate : we have bulwarks Rise, and revenge your slaughtered citizens,

round us ; Or share their fate! The corpse of half her se- Within our walls are troops inured to toil nate

In Afric's heat, and seasoned to the sun ; Manure the fields of Thessaly, while we Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Sit here deliberating in cold debates,

Ready to rise at its young prince's call. If we should sacrifice our lives to honour, While there is hope, do not distrust the gods; Or wear them out in servitude and chains. But wait at least till Cæsar's near approach Rouse up, for shame! our brothers of Pharsalia Forçe us to yield. 'Twill never be too late Point at their wounds, and cry aloud-To battle! To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time? slow;

No, let us draw her term of freedom out And Scipio's ghost walks unrevenged among us. In its full length, and spin it to the last;

Cato. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal So shall we gain still one day's liberty : Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: And let me perish, but, in Cato's jul zinent,

come,

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty,

Myself will mount the rostrum in his favour, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

And strive to gain his pardon from the people.

Dec. A style like this becomes a conqueror. Enter MARCUS.

Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a Roman. Marc. Fathers, this moment, as I watched the Dec. What is a Roman, that is Cæsar's foe? gate,

Cato. Greater than Cæsar: he's a friend to Lodged on my post, a herald is arrived

virtue. From Cæsar's camp, and with him comes old Dec. Consider, Cato, you're in Utica, Decius,

And at the head of your own little senate; The Roman knight; he carries in his looks You don't now thunder in the capital, Impatience, and demands to speak with Cato. With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. By your permission, fathers--bid him Cato. Let him consider that, who drives us enter. (Erit MARCUS.

hither. Decius was once my friend, but other prospects 'Tis Cæsar's sword has made Rome's senate little, Have loosed those ties, and bound him fast to And thinned its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye Cæsar.

Beholds this man in a false glaring light, His message may determine our resolves. Which conquest and success have thrown upon

him; Enter DECIUS.

Did'st thou but view him right, thou’dst see him Dec. Cæsar sends health to Cató

black Cato. Could he send it

With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes, To Cato's slaughtered friends, it would be wel- That strike my soul with horror but to name them.

I know thou look’st on me as on a wretch Are not your orders with the senate

Beset with ills, and covered with misfortunes; Dec. My business is with Cato; Cæsar sees

But, by the gods I swear, millions of worlds The straits to which you're driven ; and, as he should never bay me to be like that Cæsar. knows

Dec. Does Cato send this answer back to Cæsar, Cato's high worth, is anxioas for your life. For all his generous cares and proffered friend

Cato. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. ship? Would he save Cato, bid him spare

his country.

Calo. His cares for me are insolent and vain. Tell your dictator this; and telt him, Cato Presumptuous man! the gods take care of Cato: Disdains a life which he has power to offer,

Would Cæsar shew the greatness of his soul, Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Cæsar; Bid him employ his care for these my friends, Her generals and her consuls are no more,

And make good use of his ill-gotten power, Who checked his conquests, and denied his tri- By sheltering men much better than himself. umphs.

Dec. Your high unconquered heart makes you Why will not Cato be this Cæsar's friend?

forget Cato. These very reasons thou hast urged for. You are a man. You rush on your destruction. bid it.

But I have done. When I relate hereafter Dec. Cato, l've orders to expostulate,

The tale of this unhappy embassy, And reason with you, as from friend to friend: All Rome will be in tears. (Erit DECIUS. Think on the storm that gathers o'er your head, Sem. Cato, we thank thee. And threatens every hour to burst upon it;

The mighty genius of immortal Rome Still may you stand high in your country's ho- Speaks in thy voice; thy soul breathes liberty.

Cæsar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st, nours ; Do but comply, and make your peace with Cæsar, And shudder in the midst of all his conquests. Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato,

Luc. The senate owns its gratitude to Cato, As on the second of mankind.

Who with so great a soul consults its safety, Cato. No more:

And guards our lives while he neglects his own. I must not think of life on such conditions. Sem. Sempronius gives no thanks on this aeDec. Cæsar is well acquainted with your vir. tues,

Lucius seems fond of life; bat what is life? And therefore sets this value on your life.

'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, From time to time, or gaze upon the sun; And name your terms.

'Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Cato. Bid him disband his legions,

Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. Restore the commonwealth to liberty,

Oh, could my dying hand but lodge a sword Submit his actions to the public censure,

In Cæsar's bosom, and revenge my country, And stand the judgment of a Roman senate. By Heavens I could enjoy the pangs of death, Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend.

And smile in agony ! Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your wis

Luc. Others, perhaps, dom

May serve their country with as warm a zeal, Cato. Nay, more; thoughi Cato's voice was ne'er Though 'tis not kindled into so much rage. employed

Sem. This sober conduct is a mighty virtue To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes,

In lakewarm patriots.

count.

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