There let 'em hang, and taint the southern wind. LUCIUS. Sempronius, why, why wilt thou urge the fate Of wretched men? SEMPRONIUS. How wouldst thou clear rebellion? Lucius (good man) pities the poor offenders, That would imbrue their hands in Cato's blood. CATO. Forbear, Sempronius !--see they suffer death, But in their deaths remember they are men. Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous. This awes an impious, bold, offending world, SEMPRONIUS. Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure. Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, SCENE VI. SEMPRONIUS and the leaders of the mutiny. FIRST LEADER. Sempronius, you have acted like yourself, One would have thought you had been half in earnest. SEMPRONIUS. Villain, stand off! base, groveling, worthless wretches, Mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors! SECOND LEADER. Sempronius, Nay, now you carry it too far, Throw off the mask, there are none here but friends. SEMPRONIUS. Know, villains, when such paltry slaves presume To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, They're thrown neglected by: but if it fails, They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. Here, take these factious monsters, drag 'em forth FIRST LEADER. Enter Guards. Nay, since it comes to this SEMPRONIUS. Dispatch 'em quick, but first pluck out their tongues, Lest with their dying breath they sow sedition. SCENE VII. SYPHAX, SEMPRONIUS. SYPHAX. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd abortive; Still there remains an after-game to play: My troops are mounted; their Numidian steeds. Snuff up the wind, and long to scour the desert: We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard, A day will bring us into Cæsar's camp. SEMPRONIUS. Confusion! I have fail'd of half my purpose: Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind! SYPHAX. HOW! will Sempronius turn a woman's slave? SEMPRONIUS. Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love. Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty maid, And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion : When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off. SYPHAX. Well said! that's spoken like thyself, Sempronius. What hinder then, but that thou find her out, And hurry her away by manly force? SEMPRONIUS. But how to gain admission? for access Is given to none but Juba, and her brothers. SYPHAX. Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's guards The doors will open, when Numidia's prince Seems to appear before the slaves that watch them. How will my bosom swell with anxious joy, a Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's guards. It was so natural for Syphax, so much in his character, to suggest this expedient, that one has no suspicion of its being contrived to carry on the fable, and so bring about the interesting discovery in the third scene of the fourth act.-It is by the invention and improvement of such incidents as these, that the true dramatic poet is distinguished from an ordinary play-writer. b So Pluto, seiz'd of Proserpine, convey'd To hell's tremendous gloom th' affrighted maid, There grimly smil'd, pleas'd with the beauteous prize, ACT IV. SCENE I. LUCIA, MARCIA. LUCIA. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy soul, To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? MARCIA. O Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart LUCIA. I know thou'rt doom'd, alike, to be belov’d But which of these has power to charm like Portius! Juba to all the bravery of a hero Adds softest love, and more than female sweetness; Juba might make the proudest of our sex, Any of woman-kind, but Marcia, happy. LUCIA. And why not Marcia? come, you strive in vain To hide your thoughts from one who knows too well The inward glowings of a heart in love. So Pluto, &c. The simile is in character; but is not so properly addressed to Syphax: I could wish the Numidian had been dismissed, and this last speech had past in soliloquy. VOL. I.-19* MARCIA. While Cato lives, his daughter has no right LUCIA. But should this father give you to Sempronius ? Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer I hear the sound of feet! they march this way! Each softer thought in sense of present danger. The woman that deliberates is lost. a SCENE II. SEMPRONIUS, dressed like Juba, with Numidian guards. SEMPRONIUS. The deer is lodg'd. I've tracked her to her covert. Be sure you mind the word, and when I give it, -But, hark, what noise! death to my hopes! 'tis he, * The woman that deliberates is lost. This line has been thought too free and injurious to the sex: but it is to be remembered that Marcia is speaking of virtuous love, which vindicates the sentence from such imputations. What, then, it may be asked, is meant by--"In spite of all the virtue we can boast?" clearly, the virtue of firmness, in resolving not to admit a lawful passion in unfit circumstances. But all the virtue of this sort, which the best women can muster up, will hardly keep its ground against deliberation. However, the severe Marcia was lost by surprise, and not by deliberation. |