But publick Cares muft filence private Grief; VARIUS. What fays the the noble BRUTUS?-JUNIA gone! BRUTUS. Is VARIUS deaf to Dangers of his Country? VARIUS. Forbid it, Jove! But JUNIA's Melancholy, BRUTUS. Too moving, I'm afraid. VARIUS. Indeed, my Lord, Had you perceiv'd the Charms of weeping Beauty, That gorgeous Dress which Sorrow had put on, (Out-fhining all the Gaiety of Youth, The pleafing Smiles of Mirth, and Airs of Joy) Your gentle Nature would be mov'd like mine. BRUTUS. Why you have drawn a Picture, my young VARIUS, Like any Poet, nay like any Lover, What, What, does that word draw forth a guilty Blush? Whofe Father's wond'rous Merit, and your own, She is above your very vaineft Hopes: Not the moft tempting Charms of Wit, or Worth, VARIUS. Too much, alas, I join in JUNIA's Praise : BRUTUS. Then whence can rife felf-flatt'ring Expectation? And act quite contrary to what he thinks? ཀ Oh what is Man, when blinded with his Paffion! VARIUS. Why just that Creature Heaven thought fit to make him. You are, indeed, exempt from all our Follies, Be Behold, I own my undisguis'd Offence, And freely open all my Thoughts to you; Who can at once forgive, and cure my Weakness, But only by Despair: without that help, A wife Man is above the reach of Jove, Yet hardly 'fcapes the worft of Demons, Love. Nay, where would be the good to rule that World, The Man disturb'd within, is but a Player; VARIUS. To teach, is cafy; but to learn, is hard. As well might Heav'nly SOCRATES infuse His own wife Temper while he taught his Morals, BRU BRUTUS. Be not fo modeft, VARIUS, nor fo courtly; VARIUS. Enough, enough, I am already cur'd, BRUTUS. 'Tis half a Cure in Love to wifh for one. Give me your Hand, you'll march with me to-morrow} Where you will drown your Sighs in Sounds of War, And And turn your tend'reft Thoughts on your poor Country. [Exeunt BRUTUS and VARIUS. Second CHORUS, Of Athenian Youths and Virgins. By Mr. POPE. YOUTHS. Tyrant Love! haft thou poffeft The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous Breaft? Wisdom and Wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but foften us to feel thy Flame. VIRGINS. Love's purer Flames the Gods approve; And fterner CASSIUS melts at JUNIA's Eyes. But |