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'That dear embrace, and to return it too With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.
With pleasure and amaze, I ftand transported!
Difguis'd like Juba on a cars'd defign.
I've been furpriz'd in an unguarded hour,
I'm loft in extafy! and doft thou love, Thou charming maid ?
And doft thou live to afk it?
This, this is life indeed! life worth preserving, • Such life as Juba never felt till now!'
Believe me, Prince, before Ithought thee dead, I did not know myself how much I lov'd thee.
My joy! my best belov'd! my only wish! How fhall I fpeak the tranfport of my foul! MARCI A.
Lucia, thy arm! oh let me reft upon it! The vital blood, that had forfook my heart, Returns again in fuch tumultuous tides,
It quite o'ercomes me. Lead to my apartment.-
[Ex. Marc. and Luc.
I am fo bleft, I fear 'tis all a dream, Fortune, thou now haft made amends for all Thy paft unkindness. I abfolve my stars.
What though Numidia add her conquer'd towns
A March at a Distance.
CATO, and LUCIUS.
I ftand aftonish'd! what, the bold Sempronius!
That still broke foremost through the crowd of patriots, As with a hurricane of zeal tranfported,
And virtuous ev'n to madness
Enter PORT ÞÚS.
Trust me, Lucius,
Our civil difcords have produced fuch crimes,
Such monftrous crimes, I am furprized at nothing..
The day-light and the fun grow painful to me.
My heart is griev❜d.
I J I
But fee where Partius comes! what means this hate?
I bring fuch news as will afflict my father,
Has Cæfar fhed more Roman blood?
The traitor Syphax, as within the square
Flew off at once with his Numidian horfe
I faw, and call'd to ftop him but in vain,
Perfidious men! but hafte, my fon, and fee
'Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. [Exit Portius.
While pride, oppreffion, and injuftice reign, The world will still demand her Cato's presence. I pity to mankind, fubmit to Cæfar,
And reconcile thy mighty foul to life.
Would Lucius have me live to fwell the number
up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant?
The victor never will impose on Cato Ungen'rous terms. His enemies confefs The virtues of humanity are Cæfar's.
Curfe on his virtues! they've undone his country.
Alas, poor Prince! his fate deferves compaffion,
I blush, and am confounded to appear
Before thy prefence, Cato.