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When she bebolds the holy flame espiring. Syph. But is it true, Sempronius, that your Sem. The more I see the wonders or ihy race,
senate The more I'm charm'd. Thou must také hecd, Is call'd together? Gods! thou must be cautious; my Portius;
Cato has piercing eyes, and will discern The world has all its eyes on Cato's son; Our frauds, unless they're cover'd thick with art. Tby father's merit sets thee up to view, Sem. Let me alonc, good Syphax, I'll conceal And shows thee in the fairest point of light, My thoughts in passion ('tis the surest way); To make thy virtues or thy faulis conspicuous. I'll bellow out for Rome, and for my country, Por. Well dost thou seem to check my And mouth at Caesar, till I shake the senate. ling'ring here
Your cold hypocrisy's a stale device, On ibis important hour-I'll straight away, A worn-out trick: wouldst thou be thought And while the fathers of the senate meet
in earnest, In close debate, to weigh th' events of war, Clothe thy seignd zcal in rage, in fire, in fury! Il animate the soldiers' drooping courage Syph. In troth, thou’rt able to instruct grey With love of freedom, and contempt of life ;
hairs, Il bunder in their ears their country's cause, and teach the wily African deceit. And try to rouse up all that's Roman in them. Sem. Once more - be sure to try thy skill Tis not in mortals to command success,
on Juba. But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve Meanwhile I'll hasten to my Roman soldiers, ii.
[Exit. Inflame the mutiny, and, underhand, Sem. Curse on the stripling! how he apes Blow up their discontents, till they break out his sire!
Cnlook'd for, and discharge themselves on Cato. Ambitiously sententious-But I wonder Remember, Syphax, we must work in hasle ; Old Syphax comes not, bis Numidian genius Ob, think what anxious moments belween Is well dispos'd to mischief, were he prompt The birth of in'ots, and their last fatal periods! And eager on it; but he must be spurr'd, Oh, 'tis a dreadful interval of time, And ev'ry moment quicken'd to the course. Filld up, with horror all, and big with death! Cato bas usd me ill; he has refus'd
Destruction hangs on ev'ry word we speak, His daughter Marcia lo my ardent vows. On every thought, till the concluding siroké Besides, bis baffled arms and ruin'd cause, Determines all, and closes our design. [Erit. Are bars to my ambition. Caesar's favour, Syph. I'll try if yet I can reduce to reason That sbow'ss down greatness on his friends, This headstrong youth, and make him spurn will raise me
at Cato. To Rome's first honours. If I give up Calo, The time is short; Caesar comes rushing on I claim, in my reward, his captive daughter. Bet Syphas comes
But bold! young
Juba sces me, and approaches!
• Enter JUBA. Enter Syphax.
Juba. Syphax, I joy to meet thee thus alone. Syph. Sempronius, all is ready;
I have observ'd of late thy looks are fallin, I'se sounded my Numidians, man by man, O'ercast with gloomy cares and discontent; And and tbem ripe for a revolt: they all Then tell me, Syphax, I conjure thee, tell me, Complain aloud of Cato's discipline,
What are the thoughts that knit thy brow in And wait but the command to change their
And turn thine eye thus coldly on thy prince? Sem. Believe me, Syphax, there's no time
Syph. 'Tis not my talent to conceal my to waste:
thoughts, Er'n while we speak, our conqueror comes on, Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face, And gathers ground upon us ev'ry moment. When discontent sits heavy at my heart; Alas! tbou know'st noi Caesar's active soul,
I have nol yet so much the Roman in mc. With what a dreadful course he rushes on
Juba. Why dost thou cast out such unFrom war to war. In vain bas nature form'd
gen'rous terms Mountains and oceans to oppose his passage; Against the lords and sorreigns of the world? He bounds o'er all;
Dost thou not see mankind fall down before One day more
them, Will set the victor thund'ring at our gales. And own the force of their superior virtue ? Bat, tell me, bast thou yet drawn o'er young
Syph. Gods! where's the worth that sets Juba? That still would recommend thee more to Caesar, | Above your own Numidia's lawny sors?
these people up And challenge belter terms.
Do they with tougher sinews bend the bow? Syph. Alas! be's lost!
Or flies the jav'lin swifter to its mark, He's lost, Sempronius; all his thoughts are full Launch'd from the vigour of a Roman arm? Of Cato's virtues-But I'll try once more VVho like our active African instructs (For ev'ry instant I expect him here), The fiery steed, and trains him to his hand ? If yet I can subdue those stubborn principles Or guides in troops th’embattled elephant of faith and honour, and I know not what, Laden with war? These, these are arts, my That bave corrupted bis Numidian temper,
prince, And struck th' infection into all his soul. In which your Zama does not stoop to Rome.
Sem. Be sure to press upon him ev'ry motive. Juba. These all are virtues of a meaner rank:
To cultivate the wild, licentious savage, Juba. Alas! thy story mells away my soul! And break our fierce barbarians into men. That best of fathers! how shall i discharge Turn up thy eyes to Calo;
The gratitude and duty that I owe him? There may’št thoa see to what a godlike height Syph. By laying up his counsels in your The Roman virlues lift up mortal man.
heart. While good, and just, and anxious for his friends, Juba. His counsels bade me yield to thy He's still sererely bent against himself;
direction. And when his fortune sets before him all Syph. Alas! my prince, I'd guide you to The pomps and pleasures that his soul can wish,
your safety. His rigid virtue will accept of none.
Juba. I do believe thou wouldst; but tell Syph. Believe me, prince, there's not an African
Syph. Fly from the fate that follows CaeThat traverses our vast Numidian deserts
sar's foes. In quest of prey, and lives upon his bow, Juba. My father scorn'd lo do it.' But better practises those boasted virtues. Syph. And therefore died. Coarse are bis meals, the fortune of the chase; Juba. Better lo die ten thousand thousand Amidst the running stream he slakes his thirst;
deaths, Toils all the day, and at th' approach of night, Than wound my honour. On the first friendly bank he throws him down, Syph. Rather say your love. Or rests his head upon a rock till morn; Juba. Syphax, I've promis'd to preserve my Thea rises fresh, pursues his wonted game;
temper. And if the following day he chance to find Why wilt thou urge me to confess a flame A new repast, or an untasted spring, I long have stilled, and would fain conceal? Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
Syph. Believe me, prince, though hard to Juba. 'Thy prejudices, Syphax, won't discern
conquer love, What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, 'Tis easy to divert and break its force. Nor how the hero differs from the brute. Absence might cure it, or a second mistress Where shall we find the man that bears af- Light up another fame, and put out this. fliction,
The glowing dames of Zama's royal court Great and majestic in his griess, like Cato? Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms : How does he rise against a load of woes, Were
with these, my prince, you'd soon And thank the gods that threw the weight
The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north. Syph. 'Tis pride, rank pride, and baughti- Juba. 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion, ness of soul;
The tincture of a skin, that I admire: I think the Romans call it stoicism.
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lorer, Hlad, not your royal father thought so highly Fades in his eye, and palls upon
the sense. Of Roman virtue, and of Cato's cause, The virtuous Marcia tow'rs above her sex: He had not fall'n by a slave's hand inglorious; True, she is fair, (ob, how divinely fair!) Nor would his slaughter'd armies now have lain But still the lovely maid improves her charms On Afric's sands, disfigur'd with their wounds, With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, To gorge the wolves and vultures of Numidia. And sanctity of inanners; Cato's soul Juba. Why dost thou call my sorrows up Shines out in ev'ry, thing she acts or speaks, afresh?
While winning mildness and attractive smiles My father's name brings tears into my eyes. Dwell in her looks, and with becoming grace, Syph. Oh, that you'd profit by your father's Soften the rigour of ber father's virtue. ills!
Syph. How does your tongue grow wanton Jubu, What wouldst thou have me do?
in her praise! Syph. Abandon Calo.
But, on my knees, I beg you would considerJuba. Syphax, I should be more than twice Juba. Ila! Syphax, is'i not she?-She moves
an orphan, By such a loss.
And with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter. Syph. Ay, there's the tie that binds you! My heart beats thick-I prythee, Syphax, leave Yo: long to call him father. Marcia's charms Work in your heart unseen, and plead for Cato. Syph. Ten thousand curses fasten on then No wonder you are deaf to all' i say.
both! Juba. Syphax, your zeal becomes impor- Now will the woman, with a single glance, tunate;
Undo what I've been lab'ring all this while. I've hitherto permitted it to rare,
[Eric And talk at large; but learn to keep it in,
Enter MARCIA and Lucia. Lest it should take more freedom than I'll give it. Juba. Hail, charming maid! how does the Syph. Sir, your great father never us'd
The face of war, and make ev'n horror smile Alas, be's dead! but can you e'er forget At sight of thee my heart shakes off its sorrows The tender sorrows,
I feel a dawn of"joy break in upon me, And repeated blessings,
And for awhile forget th' approach of Caesa Which you drew from him in your last fare- Marcia. I should be griev'd, young princ well?
to think my presence The good old king, at parting, wrung my hand Unbent your thoughts, and slacken'd (His ryes brimful of tears), then, sighing, cry'd,
to arms, Pr'yibee be careful of my son-His grief While, warm with slaughter, our
victorious id Swell’dl up so high, he could not utter more. Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field.
Juba. Oh, Marcia, let me hope thy kind|As if he mourn'd his rival's ill success; concerns
Then bids me hide the motions of my beart, And gettle wishes follow me to battle! Nor show which way it turns. So much be fears The thought will give new vigour to my arm, The sad effect that it will have on Marcus. And strength and weight to my descending Was ever virgin love distress'd like mine. sword,
Marcia. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our And drive it in a tempest on the foe. Harcia. My pray’rs and wishes always shall But to the gods submit th’event of things. attend
Our lives, discolour'd with our present woes, The friends of Rome, the glorious cause of virtue, May still grow bright; and smile with happier Aod men approv'd of by the gods and Cato.
hours. Juba. That Juba may deserve thy pious cares, I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father,
So the pure, limpid stream, when foul with
stains Transplanting, one by one, into my life, His bright perfections, till í shine like him.
of rushing torrents, and descending rains,
Works itself clear, and, as it runs, refines, Marria. My father never, at a time like this, Would lay oui bis great soul in words, and waste Reflects each flow'r that on the border grows,
Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines, Such precious moments.
And a new heav'n in its fair bosom shows. Juba. Thy reproofs are just, Thou virtuous maid; I'll hasten to my troops,
ACT JI. tad fire their languid souls with Cato's virtue. Ire'er I lead them to the field, when all
SCENE I.--The Senate-house. The war shall stand rang’d in its just array, Flourish. SempronIUS, Lucius, and Senaiad dreadful pomp, then will I think on thee.
turs discovered. Oj, lovely maid! then will I think on thee; Sem. Rome still survives in this assembled And in the shock of cbarging hosts, remember
senate. What glorious deeds should grace the man, Let us remember we are Calo's friends,
And act like men who claim that glorious For Marcia's love.
[Trumpels. Luria. Narcia, you're too severe:
Luc. Hark! he comes. liow could you chide the young, good-natur’d prince,
Trumpets. Enter Caro, PORTIUS, and Marcus. And drive him from you with so stern an air; Cato. Fathers, we once again are met in A prince ibat loves, and dotes on you to death ?
council; Marcia. How, Lucia! wouldst thou have me Caesar's approach bas summond us together,
And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. In pleasing dreams, and lose myself in love, How shall we treat this bold, aspiring man? Wbeo ei'ry moment Cato's life's at stake? Success still follows him, and backs his crimes; Lucia. Why have I not this constancy of Pharsalia gave him Rome, Egypt has since mind,
Receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile is CaeWho bare so many griess to try its force ?
sar's. Sure, nature formd me of her softest mould, Why should I mention Juba's overthrow, Entrebled all my soul with tender passions, And Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands And sunk me er'n below my own weak sex: Still smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should Pity and love, by turns, oppress my heart.
decree Marcia. Lucia, disburden all thy cares on me, What course to take. Our foe advances on us, And let me share thy most retir'd distress. And envies us ev'n Libya's sultry deserts. Tell me, who raises up this conflict in thee? Fathers, pronounce your thoughts: are they Lucia. I need not blush to name them,
still fix'd when I tell thee
To hold it out, and fight it to the last? They're Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato. Or are your hearts subdu'd at length, and Marcia. But tell me whose address thou fa
wrought, vour'st most?
By time and ill success, to a submission? I long to know, and yet I dread to hear it. Sempronius, speak. Lucia. Suppose 'twere Portius, could you Sem. My voice is still for war. blame my choice?
Gods! can a Roman senate long debate OL, Portius, thou hast stol'n away my soul! Which of the two to choose, slav'ry or death? Marcus is over warm; his fond complaints No; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, ke so much earnestness and passion in them, And, at the head of our remaining troops, I hear him with a secret kind of horror, Attack the foe, break through the thick array And tremble at his vehemence of temper. of his throng'd legions, and charge home
Marcia. Alas, poor youth! le vill thy coldness raise
Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, Tempests and storms in his afflicted bosom! May reach his heart, and free the world I dread the consequence.
from bondage. Luria. You seem to plead
Rise, fathers, rise! 'tis Rome demands your help ; Against your brother Portius.
Rise and revenge her slaughter'd citizens, Marcia. Lucia, no;
Or share their fate; Lad Poriius been the unsuccessful lover, To battle! The same compassion would have fall’n on him. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are Lucia. Portius himself oft falls in tears be
slow; And Scipio's ghost walks unreveng'd amongst us.
round us ;
Cato. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Disdains a life which he has power to offer. Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Caesar; reason;
Her gen'rals and her consuls are no more, True fortitude is seen in great exploits, Who check’d his conquests, and deny'd his That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides;
triumphs. All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction. Why will not Cato be this Caesar's friend ? Lucius, we next would know what's your opin- Cato. These very reasons thou hast urg'd ion.
forbid it. Luc. My thoughts, I must confess, are Dec. Caesar is well acquainted with your turn'd on peace.
virtues, Already bave we shown our love to Rome, And therefore sets this value on your life. Now let us show submission to the gods. Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship, We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, And name your terms. But free the commonwealth; when this end fails, Cato. Bid him disband his legions, Arms have no further use. Our country's Restore the commonwealth to liberty,
Submit his actions to the public ccosure, That drew our swords, now wrests them and stand the judgment of a Roman sepate. from our hands,
Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend. And bids us not delight in Roman blood, Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your Unprofitably shed. What men could do,
wisdom Is done already: heav'n and earth will wit- Cato. Nay, more; though Cato's voice was ness,
nc'er employ'd If Rome must fall, that we are innocent. To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes,
Cato. Let us appear nor rash nor diffident; Myself will mount the rostrum in his favour, Immod'rate valour swells into a fault; And strive to gain his pardon from the people. And fear, admilled into public councils, Dec. A style like this becomes a conqueror. Betrays like treason. Let us shun them both. Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs
Roman. Are grown thus desp'rate: we have bulwarks Dec. What is a Roman, that is Caesar's foe?
Cato. Greater than Caesar: he's a friend to Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil
virtue. In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Dec. Consider, Cato, you're in Utica, Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, And at the head of your own little senate : Ready to rise at its young prince's call. You don't now thunder in the capitol, While there is bope, do not distrust the gods; With all the mouths of Rome to second you. But wait at least till Caesar's near approach Cato. Let bim consider that, who drives us Force us to yield. 'Twill never be too late
hither. To sue for chains, and own a conqueror.
'Tis Caesar's sword has madeRome's senate little, Why should Rome fall a momeni ere her And thinn'd its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye time?
Beholds this man in a false, glaring light, No, let us draw her term of freedom out Which conquest and success have throwa In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: Didst thou but view him right, thou'dst see Ant let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment,
him black A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty,
With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. That strike my soul with horror but to name Enter Junius.
I know thou look'st on me as on a wretch
Beset with ills, and cover'd with misforlunes; camp, and with him
But, by the gods I swear, millions of worlds The Roman knight: he carries in his looks
Should never buy me to be like that Caesar.
Dec. Does Cato send this answer back to Impatience, and demands to speak with Cato.
Caesar, Cato. Bý your permission, fathers. - bid him For all his gen'rous cares and proffer'd friend
enter. [Exit Junius. Decius was once my friend, but other prospects
ship? Have loos'd those ties, and bound him fast to
Cato. Ilis cares for me are insolent and vain : Caesar.
Presumptuous man! the gods take care of Cato.
Would Caesar show the greatness of his soul, Mis message may determine our resolves.
Bid him employ his care for these my friends, Enter Decius.
And make good use of his ill-golten pow's, Dec. Caesar sends health to Cato
By shelt'ring men much better than himselí. Cato. Could he send it
Dec. Your high, unconquer'd heart makes To Cato's slaughter'd friends, it would be wel
You are a man. You rush on your destruction. Are not your orders to address the senate? But I have done. When I relate hereafter
Dec. My business is with Cato; Caesar sees The tale of this unhappy embassy, The straits to which you're driv'n; and, as he All Rome will be in tears. [Exit, attended. knows
Sem. Cało, we thank thee.
Cato. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. Speaks in thy' voice; thy soul breathes liberty.
Lue. The senate owns its gratitude to Cato, Kings far remote, that rule, as fame reports
Loaden with gifts, and fill'd the courts of Zama.
Juba. I do not mean to boast his power Tis to be free. When liberty is gone,
and greatness, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. But point out new alliances to Cato. Oh, could my dying hand but lodge a sword Had we not better leave this Utica, In Caesar's bosom, and revenge my country, To arm Numidia in our cause, and court By hear'n, I could enjoy the pangs of death, Th'assistance of my father's powerful friends ? And smile in agony !
Did they know Cato, our remotest kings Luc. Others perhaps
Would' pour embattled multitudes about him; May serve their country with as warm a zeal, Their swarthy hosts would darken all our plains, Though tis not kindled into so much rage. Doubling the native borror of the war,
Sem. This sober conduct is a mighty virtue And making death more grim. to lukewarm patriots.
Cato. And canst thou think Cato. Come, no more, Sempronius; Calo will fly before the sword of Caesar! All here are friends to Rome, and to each other. Reduc'd, like Hannibal, to seek relief Let us not weaken still the weaker side From court to court, and wander up and down By our divisions.
A vagabond in Afric? Sem. Cato, my resentments
Juba. Cato, perhaps Are sacrific'd to Rome-1 stand reprov'd. I'm too officious; but my forward cares
Cato. Fathers, 'tis time you come to a resolve. Would fain preserve a life of so much value.
Luc. Cato, we all go into your opinion: My heart is wounded, when I see such virtue Caesar's behaviour has convinc'd the senate, Amicted by the weight of such misfortunes. We ought to hold it out till terms arrive. Cato. Thy nobleness of soul obliges me. Sem. We ought to hold it out till death; But know, young prince, that valour soars above but, Cato,
What the world calls misfortune and affliction. My private voice is drown'd amidst the senate's. These are not ills; else would they never fall Cato. Then let us rise, my friends, and On heav'n's first fav'rites, and the best of men. strive to fill
The gods, in bounty, work up storms about us, This little interval, this pause of life
That give mankind' occasion to exert (While yet our liberty and fates are doubtful) Their bidden strength, and throw out into Wrib resolution, friendship, Roman bravery,
practice And all the virtues we can crowd into it; Virtues which shun the day, and lie conceal'd That hear'n may say, it ought to be prolong’d. In the smooth seasons and the calms of life. Fatbers, farewell-The young Numidian prince Juba. I'm charm'd whene'er thou talk'st; I Comes forward, and expects to know our coun
pant for virtue; sels. [E.xeunt Senators. And all my soul endeavours at perfection.
Cato. Dost thou love watchings, abstinence, Enter JUBA.
Juba. The best good fortune that can fall Juba. The resolution fils a Roman senate.
on Juba, But, Cato, lend me for awhile thy patience, The whole success at which my heart aspires, And condescend to hear a young man speak. Depends on Cato. My father, when, some days before his death, Cato. What does Juba say? lle order'd me to march for Utica,
Thy words confound me. (Alas! I thought not then his death so near!) Juba. I would fain retract them. Wept o'er me, press'd me in his aged arms; Give them me back again : they aim'd at nothing. And, as his griefs gave way, My son, said he, Cato. Tell me thy wish, young prince; make Whatever fortune shall befall thy father,
not my car
Calo. What can Juba ask,
Juba. I fear to name it.
Marcia--inherits all her father's virtues. Juba. My father's fate,
Cało. What wouldst thou say? La spite of all the fortitude that shines
Juba. Cato, thou hast a daughter. Before my face in Cato's great example, Cato. Adieu, young prince; I would not Subdues iny soul, and fills my eyes with tears.
hear a word Cato. It is an honest sorrow, and hecomes thee. Sh Id thee in my esteem. Re ember Juba. Ilis virtues drew respect from foreign The hand of fate is over us, and beav'n climes :
Exacts severity from all our thoughts. The kings of Afric sought him for their friend; it is not now a time to talk of aught