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" Amidst our barren rocks, and burning sands, Where shall we find thc man that bears affli&tion, That does not tremble at the Roman nanje? Great and majestic in his grief, like Cato? Sy'. Gods ! where's the worth that fets these Heavens! with what strength, what steadiness of people up
mind, Above her own Numidia's tawny sons ? He triumphs in the midst of all his suff'rings ! Do they with tougher fincws bend the bow? How does he rise against a load of woes, Or flies the jav’lin swifter to its mark,
And thank the Gods that throw the weight upon Launch'd from the vigour of a Roman arm?
[foul; Who like our active African instructs
Sy. 'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of The fiery steed, and trains him to his hand ? I think the Romans call it Stoicism. Or guides in troops th’embattled elephant, Had not your royal father thought so highly Laden with war? These, there are arts, my Of Roman virtue, and of Caro's cause, prince,
He had not fall'n by a Nave's hand inglorious : In which your Zama does not stoop to Rome. Nor would his slaughter'd army now have lain:
Jub. These all are virtues of a meaner rank; On Afric sands, distigur’d with their wounds, Perfections that are plac'd in bones and nerves. To gorge the wolves and vultures of Numidia. A Roman soul is bent on higher views :
Jub. Why dost thou call my sorrows up afreih? To civilize the rude, unpolish'd world,
My father's name brings tears into my eyes. And lay it under the reltraint of laws;
Sy. O that you'd profit by your father's ills ! To make man mild, and sociable to man;
Jub. What wouldst thou have me do? To cultivate the wild, licentious savage,
Sy. Abandon Cato. With wisdom, discipline, and lib'ral arts,
Jub. Syphax, I thould be more than twice at Th' embellishments of life : virtues like these
orphan Make human nature shine, reform the soul, By such a loss. And break our ficrce barbarians into men. Sy. Aye, there's the tie that binds you! Sy. Patience, kind Heavens! excuse an old man's You long to call him father. Marcia's charms warmth.
Work in your heart unseen, and plead for Cato. What are these wondrous civilizing arts, No wonder you are deaf to all I say. This Roman polish, and this smooth behaviour, Jub. Syphax, your zeal becomes importunate; That render man thus tractable and came? I've hitherto permitted it to rave, Are they not only to disguise our pallions, And talk at large; but learn to keep it in, To set our looks at variance with our thoughts, Left it should take more freedom than I'll give it. To check the starts and fallies of the soul, Sy. Sir, your great father never us'd me thus. And break off all its commerce with the tongue : Alas, he's dead ! but can you e'er forget In short, to change us into other creatures
The tender forrows, and the pengs of nature, Than what our nature and the gods dehyn'd us : | The fond embraces, and repeated blessings, Jub. To strike thee dumb-iurn up ihy eyes which you drew from him in your last farewel ! to Cato;
Still must I cherish the dear sad remembrance, There mayst thou see to what a godlike height At once to torture and to please my soul. The Roman virtues lift up mortal man. The good old king at parting wrung iny hand While good, and just, and anxious for his friends, (His eyes brim-full of tears) ; then lighing, cried, He's Hill severely bent againit himself ; Pr'ythce be careful of my son 1-His grief Renouncing sleep, and reit, and food, and ease, Swellid
up so high, he could not utter more. He strives with thirt and hunger, toil and heat; Jub. Alas, thy story melts away my soul! And when his fortune fets before him all That best of fathers ! how shall I discharge The pomps and pleasures that his soul can with, The gratitude and duty which I cwe him? His rigid virtue will accept of none.
Sy. By laying up his counsels in your heart. Sy. Believe me, prince, there's not an African Jub. His counlels bade me yield to thy diThat traverses our valt Numidian deserts
rections : In quest of prey, and lives upon his bow, Then, Syphax, chide me in severest terms; But better practises these boasted virtues : Vent all thy passion, and I'll stand its shock Coarte are his meals, the fortune of the chace ; Calm and unruffled as a summer fer, Amidst the running stream he Nakes his thirst; When not a breath of wind Aies o'er its surface. Toils all the day, and at th' approach of night Sy. Alas, my prince ! I'd guide you to your On the first friendly bank he throws him down, safety.
[how'. Or rests his head upon a rock till morn;
Jub. I do believe thou wouldit; but tell me Then riles fresh, pursues his wonted game; Sy. Fly from che fare that follows Cæsar's focs. And if the following day he chance to find Jub. My father scorn'd to do it. A new repast, or an untasted fpring,
Sy. And therefore died.
Jub. Better te die ten thousand ceaths,
[temper. Nor how the hero differs from the bruce.
jub. Syphax, I've promis’d to preferee my But grant that others could with equal glory Why wilt thou urge me to confess a Mame Look down on pleasures, and the baits of lense, 'ilong have filled, and would fain conceal ?
this way :
Sy. Believe me, prince, tho' hard to conquer Jub. Thy reproofs are just, love,
Thou virtuous maid ! I'll hasten to my troops, 'Tis easy to divert and break its force.
And fire their languid fouls with Cato's virtue. Absence might cure it; or a second mistress If e'er I lead them to the field, when all Ligh: up another fiame, and put out this. The war fall stand rang'd in its just array, The glowing dames of Zama's royal court And dreadful pomp ; then will I think on thee; Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms; O lovely maid! then will I think on thee; The sun, that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, And, in the thock of charging hosts, remember Works up more fire and colour in their checks: What glorious deeds fhould grace the man who Were you with these, my prince, you 'd foon forget hopes The pale, unripen'd beauties of the North. For Marcia's love.
[Exit Juba. jub. 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion, Luc. Marcia, you 're too severe : The tincture of a skin, that I admire :
How could you chide the young good-natur’d Beauty foon grows familiar to the lover,
prince, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. And drive him from you with so stern an air, The virtuous Marcia tow'rs above her fex: A prince that loves and dotes on you to death? True, the is fair-0, how divinely fair!
Mar. 'Tis therefore, Lucia, that I chide him But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, His air, his voice, his looks, and honest soul, And sanctity of manners ; Cato's soul
Speak all fo movingly in his behalf, Shines out in every thing the acts or speaks, I dare not trust myself to hear him talk. While winniag mildness and attractive files Luc. Why will you fight against so swiet 2 Dwell in her looks, and with becoming grace
passion, Soften the rigour of her father's virtue. And steel your heart to such a world of charms ? Sy. How does your tongue grow wanton in her Mar. How, Lucia! wouldft thou have me link
praise ! But on my knees I beg you would consider In pleasing dreams, and lose myself in love, Jub. Hah! Syphax, is 't not the ?-She moves When ev'ry moment Cato's life's at stake?
Cæfar comes arm'd with terror and revenge, And with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter. And aims his thunder at my father's head. My huart bears thick-I pr’ythee, Syphax, leave Should not the sad occafion fivallow up
My other cares, and draw them all into it? Sy. Ten thousand curses faften on 'em both! Luc. Why have not I this constancy of mind, Now will this woman, with a single glance, Who have so many griefs to try its force? Undo what I 've been lab'ring all this while. Sure, nature form d me of her foftest mould,
[Exit Sypbar. Enfccbled all my foul with tender pailions,
And sunk me even below my own weak sex: Enter Marcia and Lucia.
lity and love, by turns, opprefs my heart. Jub. Hail, charminginaid! how does thy beauty Mar. Lucia, difurthen all thy cares on me, smooth
And let me share thy most retir'd distress. The face of war, and make even horror smile ! Tell me who raises up this confict in thce? At sight of thee my heart shakes off its forrows; Luc. I need not blush to name them, when I 1 fecl a dawn of joy break in upon me,
tell thee And for a while forget th' approach of Cæsar. They 're Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato. Mar. I should be griev'd, young prince, to think Mar. They both behold thce with their hfter's my presence
eyes, Unbent your thoughts, and Nacken'd'em to arms, And often have reveald their passion to me. While, warm with daughter, our viétorious fue But tell me whose address thou favour'st inost: Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field. I long to know, and yet I dread to bear it.
Jub. O Marcia, let me hope thy kind concern Luc. Which is it Marcia wishes for? And gentle wishes follow me to battle !
Mar. For neither, The thought will give new vigour to my arm, And yet for both.– The youths have equal hare Add strength and weight to my descending sword, In Marcia's wishes, and divide their fitter: And drive it in a tempeft on the foe.
Bur tell me which of them is Lucia's choice? Mar. My pray’rs and wishes always shall attend. Lue. Marcia, they both are high in my esteem ; The friends of Rome, the glorious cause of Dut in my love-why wilt thou make me naine virtue,
him? The men approv'd of by the gods and Cato. Thou know'st it is a blind and foolish passion,
Jub. That Juba may deserve thy pious carcs, Pleas'd and disgusted with it knows not what. I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father,
M. O Lucia, l'ın perplex'd; 0 tell me which
Mar. My father never at a time like this
With what a graceful tenderness he loves,
And breathes the softeft, the fincerest vows !
Enter Cato. Complacency, and truth, and manly sweetness,
Ca:o. Fathers,we once again are met in council; Dwellever on his tongue, and smooth his thoughts. Cæfar's approach has fummon'd us together, Marcus is over-warm; his fond complaints
And Rome attends her fate froin our resolves. Have so much earneftness and passion in them,
How thall we treat this bold aspiring man? I hear him with a secret kind of horror,
Success ftill follows him, and backs his crimes; And tremble at his vehemence of temper. Pharsalia gave him Rome, Egypt has since Mar. Alas, poor youth! how canst thou throw Receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cæsar's. him from thee :
Why should I mention Juba's overthrow, Lucia, thou know'st not half the love he bears And Scipio's death ? Numidia's burning lands thee?
Still Imcke with blood. 'Tis time we should
decree Where'er he speaks of thee, his heart 's in flames, He fends out all his soul in ev'ry word,
What course to take. Our foe advances on us, And thinks, and talks, and looks like one tranf- and envies us even Libya's fultry deferts. ported.
Fathers, pronounce your thoughts : are they still
Or are your hearts fubdued at length, and wrought Luc. You seem to plead
By time, and ill success, to a submillion: Against your brother Portius.
Seinpronius, speak. War. Heaven forbid !
Sem. Mly voice is still for war. Had Portius been the unsuccessful lover,
Gods! can a Roman fenate long debate The same compatsion would have fall’n on him. Which of the two to choose-llav'ry or death?
Luc. Was ever virgin love distrest like mine! No, let us rite at once, gird on your livords, Portius himself oft falls in tears before me,
And, at the head of our renaining troops, As if he mourn'd his rival's ill success;
Attack the foe, break through the thick array Then bids me hide the motions of my heart,
Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon
him. Nor thew which way it turns : so much he fears The fad effects that it will have on Marcus.
Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, Mar. He knows too well how easily he 's fir'd, May rcach his heart, and free the world from And would not plunge his brother in despair,
bondage. But waits for happier times, and kinder ino:nents. Rife, fathers, rise I 'tis Rome demands your help; Luc. Alas! too late 1 find myself involv'd
Rife, and revenge her slaughter'd citizens,
Or Share their face! The corps of half her senats Ja endiefs griefs and labyrinths of woe;
Manure the ficlds of Theffaly; while we
Sit here delib'rating in cold debates,
If we thould facrifice our lives to honour, Tormenting thought ! it cuts into my soul.
Mar. Let us nct, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows, Or wear them out in fervitude and chains. But to the gods submit th' event of things.
Rouse up, for shame! our brothers of Pharfalia Our lives, discoloer'd with our present woes,
Point at their wounds, and cry aloud-To battle! May still grow bright, and smile with happier Gıcat Pompey's shade complains that we are liow; hours,
And Scipio's ghost walks unreveng'd ainongit us.
Cato. Let nut a torrent of impetuous zeal So the pure limpid stream, when foul with stains
Transport thee thus berood the bounds of reason : Of ruthing torrents, and defcending rains,
True fortitude is seen in great exploits
Tiiat justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; Reflect's each flow'r that on the border grows,
All elic is tow ring phrensy and disiračtion.
Are not the lives of thole who draw the sword And a new heaven in its fair boson fiows.
lo Rome's dcfence entrufted to our care?
We lavish'd at our deaths the blood of thousands,
To grace our full, and make our ruin glorious ?
Lucius,we next would know what's your opinion. SCENE, the Senale. Lucius, Sempronius, and
Luc. My thoughts, I must conftis, arc iurn'd Senators.
Already have our quarrels fill'd the world Sem.
OME ftill furvives in this assembled With widows and with orphans: Scsthia mourns fenate!
Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions Let us remember we are Cato's friends, Lie half unpeopled by the fouds of Roine : And act like men who claim that glorious title. 'Tis time to fhcathe the sword, and spare manLuc. Cato will foon be here, and open to us
kind. Th’occasion of our meeting. Hark, he comes ! It is not Calar, but the gods, my fathers,
[ A sound of trumpets. The gods decla. e against us, and repel May all the guardian grds of Rome aneet him ll Our vain attem ts. To urge the tü to brotle 9
(Prompted by blind revenge and wild despair) Dec. My business is with Cato; Casar sees Were to refule th' awards of Providence, The straits to which you 're driven; and, as he And not to rest in Heaven's determination.
knows Already have we lhewn our love to Rome, Cato's high worth, is anxious for
life. Now let us thew fubmillion to the gods.
Cało. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, Would he save Cato, bid him spare his country: But free the coinmonwealth; when this end fails, Tell your dictator this; and tell him, Cato Arms have no farı her use. Our country's cause, Disdains a life which he has pow'r to offer. That drew our swords, now wrefts 'em from our Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Cæsar; hands,
Her gen'rals and her consuls are no more, And bids us not delight in Roman blood Who check'd his conquests, and denied his tria Unprofitably thed. What men could do,
umphs. Is done already: heaven and earth will witness, Why will not Cato be this Cæsar's friend? If Rome mitt fall, that we are incocent.
Cat. Those very reasons thou hast urg'd, foro Sem. This smooth discourse, and mild beha bid it. viour, oft
Dec. Cato, I've orders to expoftulate, Conceal a traitor. Something whispers me And reason with you, as from friend to friend : All is not right-Cato, beware of Lucius. Think on the storm that gathers o'er your
[Aside to Cato. head, Cało. Let us appear nor rashi nor diffident;
And threatens ev'ry hour to burst upon it. Immod'rate valour swells into a fault;
Still may you stand high in your country's ho: And fear admitted into public councils, Betrays like treason. Let us fhun 'em both.
Do but comply, and make your peace withi Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs
Cæsar, Are grown thus desp'rate; we have bulwarks Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato, round us ;
As on the second of mankind. Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil
Cato. No more : In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun;
I must not think on life on such conditions. Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us,
Dec. Cæsar is well acquainted with your vir.
tues, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods :
And therefore sets this value on your life. But wait at least till Cæsar's near approach
Let him but know the price of Cato's friend. Force us to yield. 'Twill never be too late
ship, To sue for chains, and own a conqueror.
And name your terms. Why thould Romc fall a moment ere her time?
Cato. Bid him disband his legions, No: let us draw her term of freedom out
Refore the commonwealth to liberty, In its full length, and spin it to the last,
Submit his actions to the public censure, So shall we gain still one day's liberty :
And stand the judgment of a Roman senate. And let me perish, but in Cato's judgment,
Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend.
Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Calo. Nay more-tho' Cato's voice was ne'er Enter Marcus.
To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes, Mar. Fathers, this moment, as I watch'd the Myself will mount the rostrum in his favour, gate,
And strive to gain his pardon from the people. Lodg’d in my post, a herald is arriv'd
Dec. A ftyle like this becomes a conqueror, From Cæsar's camp, and with him comes old
Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a RoDecius, The Roman knight; he carries in his looks Dec. What is a Roman, that is Cæsar's foe? Impatience, and demands to speak with Caro. Cato. Greater than Cæfar: ne 's a friend to Caio. By your permission, fathers bid him virtue. enter,
Dec. Consider, Cato, you 're in Urica,
[E.rit Marcus. And at the head of your own litile senate; Decius was once my friend; but other profpeéts You don't now thunder in the Capitol, Have loos'd those ties, and bound him fait to With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cæfar.
Cało. Let him confider that, who drives us hithers His message may determine our resolves.
'Tis Cæsar's sword has made Rome's fenate Enter Decius.
And thinn'd its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye · Dec. Cæsar sends health to Cato
Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Cato. Could he fend it
Which conqueft and success have thrown upon To Caro's slaughter'd friends, it would be wel
Didit thou but view him righi, thou’dt fee him Are not your orders to address the senate ?
With murder, treafort, facrilege, and crimes And all the virtues we can crowd into it;
Juba, the Roman fenate has resolv’d,
The sword unheath'd, and turn its edge on
And condescend to hear a young man speak.
Wept o'er me, press’d me in his aged arms,
Be Cato's friend; he'll train thee up to great
Thou 'lt thun misfortunes, or thou 'lt learn to
But Heaven thought otherwise.
Luc. The fenate owns its gratitude to Cato, In spite of all the fortitude that shines
face in Cato's great example,
Oft have their black ambassadors appear'd,
Cato. I am no stranger to thy father's greate
Have we not better leave this Utica,
Would pour embattled multitudes about him;
Their Twarthy hosts would darken all our
Luc. Cato, we all go into your opinion : And making death more grim.
From court to court, and wander up and down
I'm too officious ; but my forward cares
Would fain preserve a life of so much value.