Syph. Well faid! that's fpoken like thy félf Sempronius, What hinders then, bút that you find her out And húrry hér away by mánly force? Sempr. Bút how to gain admiffion?1355 fór accéls Is given to none, bút Jùba, ánd hér Syph. Thou fhált háve Jùba's dréfs and The doors will open when Numidia's prínce Seems to appear before the flaves, thát watch them. Sempr. Heav'ns, what á thought is thé 1366 re! Márcia's my own! Hów will my bofom fwell with anxious 1365 Pánt ín hér bréaft ánd vary in hér face! Sò Plùto fèiz'd of Proferpine, con véy'd Tó héll's tremendous gloom th' affrìghted maid Thére grimly fmìl'd, pleas'd with thê beauteous prize, Nór envy'd Jove hís fúnfhine and his ACT. IV. SCENE I. Lucia and Marcia. Luc. Nów tell mè, Márcia, téll mè 1370 from thỳ foul, 'If thou belièv'st, 'tis poffible for woman, Tó fúffer greater ills, thán Lucia fuffers? Marc. O Lúcia, Lùcia, mìght my bíg fwòln heárt Vént áll it's griefs, ánd gíve á loose tỏ fórrow, Márcia could ánswer thee ín fighs, keep.375 pace With all thy wòes, and count out tèar for tear Luc. I know, thou 'rt doom'd alike to be belov'd, By Juba and thy father's friend Semprò nius, But which of these hás power to charm, like Pòrtius? v. 1375. fighs 1. feihs, Marc. 1380 Marc. Still múft I bég thêe, nốt tó name Sempronius, Lucia 'I like nót thát lóud boifterous mán: Juba to all the bravery of a hèroe, Adds fófteft lóve, and more than female fweetness. Juba might make thê proudeft of our séx 1385 Any a woman- kind, bút Márcia, happy. Luc. And why not Márcia? Cóme you ftrive in vain, 1390 To hide your thoughts from one, who knows too well The inward glowings of á heárt ín love. Mare. While Cato líves, his daughter hás nò right To love, or hate, bút ás his choice dirécts. Lue. But fhould this fáther give you to Sempronius? Marc. I dare not think, he will. Bút íf hè fhould Why wilt thou add to all the griefs, ‘L I hear the found óf feet! théy márch 1395 this way, Lét ús retìre, and try, if wè cán drówn dánger. When love once pleads admiffion tó óur hearts ‘In fpite of all the virtue, wè cán bòaft, The woman, that deliberates, ís lóft. 1400 SCENE I I. (Exeunt.) Enter Sempronius, drefs'd like Juba with Numidian guard's. Sempr. The dèer is lógd’d: Ive tracki hér tó hér covert. Bè fure you mind the word, and whén give it Rúfh ít át once, and fèize upon your préy. Lét not hér cries, or tèars, háve fòrce to move you, How will the young Numídian ràve, tỏ 1405 fèe Hís mistress loft? 'If óught could glád my |