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 wish 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 possest The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous Breast? Wisdom and Wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but foften us to feel thy Flame. VARIUS with Blushes owns he loves, Why, Virtue, doft thou blame Defire, VIRGINS. Love's purer Flames the Gods approve; And fterner CASSIUS melts at JUNIA's Eyes. But But HYMEN'S Flames like Stars unite, And burn for ever one; Chafte, as cold CYNTHIA'S Virgin Light, YOUTHS. What various Joys on One attend, And finds a thousand grateful Thoughts arise, Or views his smiling Progeny ; His Heart now melts, now leaps, now burns, CHORUS of Both. Hence guilty Joys, Diftaftes, Surmifes, Sacred HYMEN! these are thine. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. In the fame Vestibule. Enter BRUTUS, JUNIA, LUCILIUS. LUCILIUS. A Meflenger exprefs arriv'd from Rome, Is entring mournfully the Palace Gates ; And, as he paffes, weeping all the way. BRUTUS. My Mind forebodes; speak, is my PORTIA Well? Enter Meffenger, who gives a Letter to BRUTUS. MESSENGER. She is, Sir. BRUTUS. Then I hope to bear the worst. "My Duty forces me to fend you News, [Reads. "Which,tho' you needs must know, I grieve to write. "Two hundred of the nobleft Rank in Rome "Profcrib'd, and murder'd: CICERO himself "Giv'n up by falfe OCTAVIUS to his Foes. Good Good Heav'ns! to whom do ye dispose Mankind? [Drops the Letter. Sad Fate indeed; fo great a Villany Is most furprizing, tho' 'tis done by them. [Weeps: JUNIA. Dismal indeed! but oh my dearest Brother, Let not your tender Mind be too much touch'd; Practise that Patience which you now have taught me. CASSIUS is abfent, I am defolate, Yet Rome (you faid) must take up all my Thoughts. 'And therefore 'tis for Rome I moft lament, JUNIA. BRUTUS, be chear'd: her vital Parts remain ; |