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245 Thy past unkindoess. I absolve my stars.

But see young Juba ; the good youth appears
What though Numidia add her conquer'd towns Full of the guilt of his perfidious subjects.

And provinces to (well the victor's triumph ?
Juba will never at his fate repine,

Alas, poor prince! his fate deserves compassion Let Cæsar have the world, if Marcia's mine.


Enter Juba.

A march at a distance.

I blush, and am confounded to appear

Before thy presence, Cato,
Enter Cato and Lucius.


What's thy crime !

I stand astonish'd! what, the bold Sempronius! I'm a Numidian.
That still broke foremost through the crowd of


And a brave one too, As with a hurricane of zeal transported,

Thou hast a Ronan foul.
And virtuous ev'n to madness


Haft thou not heard
Trust me, Lucius,

Of my false countrymen ?
Our civil discords have produced such crimes,

Such monstrous crimes, I am surpris'd at nothing.

Alas! young prince,
O Lucius, I am sick of this bad world!

Falsehood and fraud thoot up in every soil,
The day-light and the sun grow painful to me.

The product of all climes.—Rome has its Cæsar's.

Enter Portius.

'Tis generous thus to comfort the distress'd. But see where Portius comes! what means this

Cato, haste ?

'Tis just to give applause where 'tis desery'd; Why are thy looks thus chang'd?

Thy virtue, prince, has stood the test of fortunc, Portius.

Like purest gold, that, tortur'd in the furnace, My heart is griev'd.

Comes out more bright, and brings forth all its I bring such news as will afflict my father.


Has Cæfar shed more Roman blood ?

What shall I answer thee? my ravish'd heart

O'erflows with secret joy : I'd rather gain
Not fo.

Thy praise, O Cato, than Numidia's empire,
The traitor Syphax, as within the square

Enter Portius hastily.
He exercis'd his troops, the signal given,

Flow off at once with his Numidian horse

Misfortune on Misfortune! grief op grief!
To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch. My brother Marcus-
I saw, and callid to stop him, but in vain;

He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me,

Ha! what has he done?
He would not stay and perish like Sempronius. Has he forsook his post ? has he given way?

Did he look tamely on, and let them pass?
Perfidious men! but haste, my son, and see

Thy brother Marcus auts a Rcman's part.

Scarce had I left my father, but I met him [Exit Portius,

Borne on the shields of his surviving roldiers, -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me : Breathless and pale, and cover'd o'er with wounds: Justice gives way to force : the conquer'd world

Long, at the head of his few faithful friends,
Is Cæfar's: Cato has no business in it.

He stood the shock of a whole host of foes,

Till, obstinately brave, and bent on death,
While pride, oppression, and injustice reign, Opprest with multitudes, he greatly fell.
The world will till den and her Cato's presence,

In pity to mankind, submit to Cæsar,

I'm fatisfy'd.
And reconcile thy mighty foul to life.


Nor did he fall before
Would Lucius have me live to swell the number

His sword had pierc'd through the false heart of Sy
Of Cæsar's faves, or by a base submission

phax :
Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant? Yonder he lies. I saw the hoary traitor

Grin in che pangs of death, and bice the ground.
The victor never will impose on Cato

Ungenerous terms. His enemies confefs

Thanks to the gods ! my boy has done his duty.
The virtues of humanity are Cæsar's.

Portius, when I am dead, be sure thou place

His urn near pine.
Curse on his virtues! they've undone his coun-

Sucha popular humanity is crcafon-


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Add, if you please, that I request it of him, O Cato, arin thy soul with all its patience; That I myself, with tears, request it of him, See where the corpse of thy dead son approaches ! The virtue of my friends may pass unpunish'd. The citizens and senators, alarni'd,

Juba, my heart is troubled for thy lake.
Have gather'd round it, and attend it weeping. Should I advise thce to regain Numidia,

Or feek the cunqueror ?
Cato meeting the corpse.


If I forsake thee Welcome, my son! here lay him down my Whilft I have life, may heaven abandon Juba! friends.

Cato. Full in my fight, that I may view at leisure

Thy virrues, prince, if I foresee aright, The bloody corse, and count those glorious wounds. Will one day make thee gréat; at Rome hereafter, How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! 'Twill be no crime to have beeri Caro's friend. Who would not be that youth? what pity is it Portius, draw near! my son, thou oft haft seen That we can die but once to serve our country! Thy fire engag'd in a corrupted state, Why fits this sadness on your brows, my friends ?

Wrestling with vice and faction: now thou seest orie I should have blush'd if Cato's house had stood

Spent, overpower'd, despairing of success; Secure, and flourish'd in a civil war.

Let me advise thee to retrcat betimes Portius, behold thy brother, and remember

To thy paternal seat, the Sabine field, Thy life is not thy own, when Rome demands it. Where the great Censor coil'd with his own hands, Juba.

And all our frugal ancestors were bless'd Was ever man like this!

(Afde. In humble virtues, and a rural life. Cato.

There live retir'd; pray for the peace of Rome; Alas, my friends!

Content thyself to be obscurely good. Why mourn you thus ? let not a private loss When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway; Affli& your hearts. 'Tis Rome requires our tears. The post of honour is a private station. The mistress of the world, the seat of empire,

Portius. The nurse of heroes, the delight of gods,

I hope, my father does not recommend That humbled the proud tyrants of the earth, A life to Portius, that he scorns himself. And set the nations free, Rome is no more.

Cato. O liberty! O virtue! O ny country:

Farewell, my friends! if there be any of you Juba.

That dares not trust the vidtor's clemency, Behold that upright man! Rome fills his eyes Know there are ships prepar'd by ny command, With tears, that flow'd not o'er his own dead (Their sails already opening to the winds) fon.

[ Aside. That shall convey you to the wilh'd-for port. Cato.

Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you? Whate'er the Roman virtue has subdued, The conqueror draws near. Once more farewell The sun's whole course, the day and year, are If c'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet For him the self-devored Decii dy'd, [Cæsar's. In happier climes and on a safer shore, The Fabii fell, and the great Scipio's conquer'd : Where Cæsar never thall approach us more. Ev'n Ponipey fought for Czfar. Oh, my friends! There the brave youth, with love of virtue fir'de How is the toil of fate, the work of ages,

(Pointing to the body of bis dead for. The Roman empire fall’n! O curft anibition ! Who greatly it his country's cause expir'd, Fall'n into Cæsar's hands! Our great forefathers Shall krow he conquer'd. The fièm patriot there Had left him nought to conquer but his country. (Who made the welfare of mankind his care) Juba.

Thouyh still, by faction, vice, and fortune, croft, While Cato lives, Cæfar will blush to see Shall find the generous labour was not loi. Mankind enslav'd, and be asham'd of empire.

Cæfar afhani'd! has not he seen Pharsalia!

Cato, 'tis time thou save thyself and us.

Lose not a thought on me. I'm out of Janger.

Cato folus.
Heaven will not leave me in the victor's hand.

$itting in a thoughtful posture : In his band Plato's book Cæfar shall never say, I've conquer'd Cato.

on the immortality of the fowl. drawn sword on ile But oh! my friends, your safely fills my heart

table by biń. With anxious thoughts: a thousand fecret terrors Rise in my soul : how shall I lave


friends? r must be so-Plato, thou reason' t well! -Tis now, Cæsar, I begin to fear thec.

Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desires. Lucius.

This longing after immortality? Cæsar has mercy, if we ask it of hin.

Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Cato.

Of falling into nought? Why shrinks chc soul Then ask it, I conjure you! let him know Back on herself; and startles at destruction? Whate'er was done againft hiw, Cace did it. "Tis the divinity that stirs within us ;

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4SI Tis heaven itfell, that points out an hereafter, Cato fhall open to himself a partage, And intimates eternity to man,

And mock thy hopes Eternity! thou pleafog, dreadful thought !

Portiur. Through what variety of untry'd being,

O Sir, forgive your son, Through what new scenes and changes must we Whose grief hangs heavy on him! O my father! pass!

How am I sure it is not the last time
The wide, th' unbounded prospect, lies before me; I c'er thall call you so! Be not displeas'd,
But shadows, clouds, and darkness, reft upon it. O be not angry with me whilft I weep,
Here will I hold. If there's a power above us, And, in the anguish of my heart, beseech you
(And that there is all nature cries aloud

To quit the dreadful purpose of
Through all her works) he must delight in virtue;

And that which he delights in must be happy. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful.
But when! or where! - This world was made for

[Embracing bim. Cæfar.

Weep dot my son. All will be well again. I'm weary of conjectures. This must end them. The righteous gods, whom I have fought to please,

(Laying bis band upon his sword. Will succour Cato, and preserve his children, Thus am I doubly arm'd: my death and life,

Portius. My bane and antidote, are both before me :

Your words give comfort to my drooping heart, This in a moment brings me to an end,

Cato, But this informs me I shall never die.

Portius, thou may'st rely upon my conduct. The soul, fecur'd in her existence, smiles

Thy father will not act what misbecomes him. At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. But go, my son, and see if aught be wanting The stars shall fade away, the sun himself

Among thy father's friends : see them embark'd; Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ; And tell me if the winds and seas befriend them. But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,

My soul is quite weigh'd down with care, and asks Unhurt amidst the war of elements,

The fost refreshmeat of a moment's fleep. [Exit. The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Portius. What means this heaviness that hangs upon me? My thoughts are more at ease, my heart revives. This lethargy that creeps through all my senses? Nature oppress'd, and harass'd out with care,

Enter Marcia. Sinks down to rest. This once I'll favour her,

O Marcia, O my sister, still there's hope ! That my awaken'd soul may take her flight,

Our father will not caft away a life Renew'd in all her strength, and fresh with life,

So needful to us all, and to his country. An offering fit for heaven. Let guilt or fear

He is retir'd to rest, and feems to cherish Disturb man's rest; Cato knows neither of them,

Thoughts full of peace. He has dispatch'd me hence Indifferent in his choice, to sleep or die.

With orders, tnt bespeak a mind compos'd,

And studious for the safety of his friends.
Enter Portius.

Marcia, take care that none disturb his flumbers. But ha ! how's this, my fon? why this intrusion?

[Exit. Were not my orders that I would be private ?

Why am I disobey'd ?

O ye immortal powers, that guard the juft,

Watch round his couch, and soften his repose,
Alas, my father!

Banish his forrows, and becalm his soul
What means this sword? this instrument of death?

With easy dreams; remember all his virtues;
Let me convey it hence !

And show aankind that goodness is your care.
Rash youth, forbear!

Enter Lucia.
O let the prayers, th' entreaties of your friends,

Their tears, their common danger, wrest it from

Where is yow father, Marcia, where is Cato?, you.


Lucia, speak low; he is retir'd to reft.
Wouldlt thou betray me? wouldst chou give me Lucia, I feel a gently-dawning hope

Rise in my soul. We shall be happy till. A flave, a captive, into Cæsar's hands ?

Lucia. Retire, and learn nbedience to a father,

Alas, I tremble when I think on Cato.
Or know, young man !

In every view, in every thought, I tremblo

Cato is ttern, and awful as a god;
Look not thus fternly on me; He knows not how to wink at human frailty,
You know I'd rather die than disobey you.

Or pardon weakness, that he never felt.

Marcia. 'Tis well! again I'm matter of myself,

Though stern and awful co the foes of Romo, Now, Cæsar, let thy troops beset our gates, He is all goodness, Lucia, always mild, And bar each avenue, thy gaihering fleets Compassionate, and gentle to his friends. O'erspread the ica, and stop up every port;

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The kindeft father! I have ever found him And rouses the whole nation up to arms.
Easy and good, and bounteous to my wishes. Were Cato at their head, once more right

'Tis his confent alone can make us bless'd. Affert her rights, and claim her liberty.
Marcia, we both are equally involv'd

But hark! what means that groan? O give me
In the same intricate, perplex'd, distress.

The cruel hand of fate, that has destroy'd

And let me fly into my father's presence.
Thy brother Marcus, whom we both lament-


Cato, amidst his flumbers, thinks on Rome,
And ever shall lament, unhappy youth!

And in the wild disorder of his soul

Mourns o’tr his country; ha! a second groan-
Has fet my soul at large, and now I stand Heaven guard us all :
Loose of my vow. But who knows Cato's thoughts?

Who knows but yet he may dispose of Portius,

Alas! 'tis not the voice
Or how he has determin'd of thyself?

Of one who sleeps! 'tis agonizing pain,

"Tis death is in that found
Let him but live! commit the rest to heaven.
Enter Lucius.

Re-enter Portius.


O sight of woe!
Sweet are the flumbers of the virtuous man!

O Marcia, what we fear'd is come to pass !
O Marcia, I have seen thy godlike father :

Cato is fall’n upon his sword-
Some power invisible supports his soul,

And bears it up in all its wonted greatness.

O Portius,
A kind refreshing sleep is fall’n upon hini :

Hide all the horrors of thy mournful tale,
I saw him stretch'd at ease, his fancy lost

And let us guess the rest.
In pleasing dreams; as I drew near his couch,

He smild, and cry'd—Cæsar, thou can'st not

I've rais'd him up, hurt me!

And plac'd him in his chair, where, pale and Marcia.

faint, His mind still labours with some dreadful

He galps for breath, and, as his life flows from thought.

him, Lucius.

Demands to see his friends. His weeping servants, Lucia, why all this grief, these floods of sor- Obsequious to his orders, bear him hither. row ?

[Tbe back scene opens, and discovers Cato. Dry up thy tears, my child; we all are safe

While Cato lives--his presence will protect us.

O heaven, affist me in this dreadful hour

To pay the last lad dutics to my father!
Enter Juba.


These are thy triumphs, thy exploits, O Cæfar:

Lucius, the horsemen are return'd fronı viewing

Now is Rome fall'n indeed!
The number, strength, and posture of our foes,
Who now encamp within a short hour's march.

[Cato brought forward in his chair.

On the high point of yon bright western tower

Here set me down
We ken them from afar; the setting fun (mets
Plays on their shining arms and burnish'd hel- Portius, come near memare my friends embark'd ?
And covers all the field with gleams of fire.

Can any thing be thought of for their service?

Whilft I yet live, let me not live in vain.

O Lucius, art thou here?- Thou art too good !-
Marcia, 'tis time we should awake thy father.
Cæfar is still dispos’d to give us terms,

Let this our friend rip live between our children ;
And waits at distance till he hears from Cato.

Make Portius happy in thy daughter Lucia.

Alas poor man, he weeps! -Marcia, my daugh,
Enter Portius.

mo bend me forward !-Juba loves thee, Marcia.
Portius, thy looks speak somewhat of importance. A senator of Rome, while Rome survivid,
What tidings dost thou bring ? Methinks I see Would not have match'd his daughter with
Unusual gladness sparkling in thy eyes.


But Cæsar's arms have thrown down all diflincAs I was hasting to the port, where now

tion ; My father's friends, impatient for a passage, Whoe'er is brave and virtuous, is a RonianAccuse the lingering winds, a sail arriv'd

I'm sick to death-0 when fhail I


loose From Ponipey's fon, who through the realms of From this vain world, th' abode of guilt and Spain

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258 On my departing soul. Alas, I fear

And lay it in his fight, that he may fand
I've been too hasty. Oye powers, that search A fence betwixt us and the victor's wrath;
The heart of man, and weigh his innost thoughts, Cato, though. dead, shall fill. protect his friends
If I have done aniss, impute it not !
The best may err, but you are good, and oh! From hence, let fierce contending nations know

[Dies. What dire effe&s from civil discord flow.

'Tis this that shakes our country with alarms,
There fled the greatest soul that ever warm'd And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arnis,
A Roman breast. O Cato! O my friend! Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife,
Thy will shall be religiously obfer v'd.

And robs the guilty world of Cato's life.
Bue let us bcar this awful corpse to Cæsar,

(Exeunt omnesi

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