LUCIU S. Alas, poor prince! his fate deferves compaflion. Enter JUBA. JUBA. I blush, and am confounded to appear Before thy prefence, Cato. Falfehood and fraud shoot up in every foil, The product of all climes.-Rome has its Cæfars. JUBA. 'Tis generous thus to comfort the distress'd. • САТО. 'Tis just to give applause where 'tis deferv'd; Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortune, Like pureft gold, that, tortur'd in the furnace, . Comes out more bright, and brings forth all its weight. JUBA. What fhall I answer thee? my ravish'd heart Enter PORTIUS haftily. PORTIUS. Misfortune on misfortune! grief on grief! My brother Marcus С АТО. Ha! what has he done? Has he forfook his poft? has he given way? Scarce had I left my father, but I met him CATO. I'm fatisfy'd. PORTIU S. Nor did he fall before His fword had pierc'd through the false heart of Syphax: Yonder he lies. I faw the hoary traitor Grin in the pangs of death, and bite the ground. САТО. Thanks to the gods ! my boy has done his duty.-Portius, when I am dead, be sure thou place His urn near mine. PORTIU S. Long may they keep asunder! LUCIUS. O Cato, arm thy foul with all its patience; Have gather'd round it, and attend it weeping. CATO meeting the corpfe. САТО. Welcome, my fon! here lay him down, my friends, Full in my fight,. that I may view at leifure The bloody corfe, and count thofe glorious wounds. Portius, behold thy brother, and remember JUBA. Was ever man like this! [Afide. САТО. Alas, my friends! Why mour. you thus? let not a private lofs Y 3 Afflict your hearts. 'Tis Rome requires our tears. JUBA. Behold that upright man! Rome fills his eyes With tears, that flow'd not o'er his own dead fon. [Afide," САТО. Whate'er the Roman virtue has fubdued, The fun's whole courfe, the day and year, are Cæfar's... · The Fabii fell, and the great Scipio's conquer'd : The Roman empire fall'n! O curft ambition! While Cato lives, Cæfar will blush to fee САТО. Cæfar afham'd! has not he feen Pharfalia LUCIUS. Cato, 'tis time thou fave thyself and us. САТО. Lofe not a thought on me. I'm out of danger. Heaven will not leave me in the victor's hand. Cæfar Cæfar fhall never fay, I've conquer'd Cato. LUCIU S. Cæfar has mercy, if we ask it of him. САТО. Then afk it, I conjure you! let him know JUBA If I forfake thee Whilft I have life, may heaven abandon Juba! САТО.. Thy virtues, prince, if I forefee aright, Will one day make thee great; at Rome hereafter, "Twill be no crime to have been Cato's friend. Portius, draw near! my fon, thou oft haft feen Thy fire engag'd in a corrupted state, Wrestling with vice and faction: now thou feeft me Spent, overpower'd, defpairing of fuccefs;, Let me advise thee to retreat betimes.. To thy paternal feat, the Sabine field, Where the great Cenfor toil'd with his own hands, |