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Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with Numi.
dian guards. Sem. The deer is lodg'd, I've track'd her to her
Be sure you mind the word, and when I give it
How will the young Numidian rave to see
-But hark! what noise! Death to my hopes! 'tis he, Tis Juba's self! there is but one way
leftHe must be murder'd, and a passage cut Through those his guards-Hah, dastards, do you
tremble 1 Or act like men, or by yon azure heaven
Enter JUBA. Jub. What do I see i Who's this, that dares usurp The guards and habit of Numidia's prince ?
Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arrogance, Presumptuous youth !
Jub. What can this mean? Sempronius!
heart. Jub. Nay, then beware thy own, proud, barbarous
[Sem. falls. His guards surrender. Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doom'd to fall By a boy's hand, disfigur'd in a vile Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? Gods, I'm distracted! This my close of life! Oh, for a peal of thunder that would make Earth, sea, and air, and Heaven, and Cato tremble!
[Dies. Jub. With what a spring his furious soul broke
[Exit Juba with prisoners, &c.
Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
Luc. Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my troubled
Mar. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's blood
Luc. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy assistance
Mar. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my patience;
Luc. What can I think or say to give thee comfort?
Mar. Talk not of comfort, 'tis for lighter ills : Behold a sight that strikes all comfort dead.
Enter JUBA listening. I will indulge my sorrows, and give way To all the pangs and fury of despair ; That man, that best of men, deserv'd it from me. Jub. What do I hear? And was the false Sem.
pronius That best of men? Oh, had I fall’n like him, And cou'd have been thus mourn’d, I had been happy.
“ Luc. Here will I stand, companion in thy woes, “ And hielp thee with my tears; when I behoid “ A loss like thine, I half forget my own." “ Mar. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd breast,
“ This empty world, to me a joyless desert,
“ Jub. I'm on the rack ! Was he so near her heart?
“ Mar. Oh, he was all made up of love and charms! “ Whatever maid could wish, or man admire : “ Delight of every eye; when he appear'd, “ A secret pleasure gladd’ned all that saw him ; “ But when he talk'd, the proudest Roman blush'd “ To hear his virtues, and old age grew worse.
Jub. I shall run mad—” “ Mar. Oh, Juba! Juba ! Juba ! Jub. What means that voice? Did she not call on
Juba? Mar. “Why do I think on what he was! he's dead! « He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd him." Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart, Amidst its agonies, remember'd Marcia, And the last words he utter'd, call'd me cruel ! Alas! he knew not, hapless youth, he knew not Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba !
Jub. Where am I? Do I live? or am indeed What Marcia thinks? All is Elysium round me!
Mar. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men, Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid A last embrace, while thus
Fub. See, Marcia, see [Throwing himself before her. The happy Juba lives! He lives to catch That dear embrace, and to return it too With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.
Mar. With pleasure and amaze I stand transported !
« Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once !"
Jub. A wretch,
Mar. I've been surpriz'd in an unguarded hour,
“ Jub. I'm lost in ecstacy; and dost thou love, “ Thou charming maid
“ Mar. And dost thou live to ask it? “ Jub. This, this is life indeed! life worth pre
serving, “ Such life as Juba never felt 'till now! “ Mar. Believe me, prince, before I thought thee
dead, “ I did not know myself how much I lov'd thee.
Jub. Oh, fortunate mistake! “ Mar. O happy Marcia !"
Jub. My joy, my best belov’d, my only wish! How shall I speak the transport of
soul Mar. Lucia, thy arm. « Oh, let me rest upon it! “ The vital blood that had forsook my heart,