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vorrer -What do I say? My balf-recover'd sense orgets the vow in which my soul is bound. Destruction stands betwixt us! we must part.

Por. Name not the word, my frighted thoughts run ind startle into madness at the sound. [back,

Luc. Wbat would'st thou have me do? Consider he train of ills our love would draw behind it. [well Think, Portius, think, thou seest thy dying brother itabb’d at his heart, and all besmeard with blood, torming at heaven and thee! thy awful sire ternly demands the cause, th' accursed cause, hat robs him of his son! poor Marcia trembles, hen tears her hair, and, frantic in her griefs, alls out on Lucia! What could Lucia answer? ir how stand up in such a scene of sorrow?

Por. To my confusion and eternal grief, must approve the sentence that destroys me. The mist that hung about my mind clears up; ind now, athwart the terrors that thy vow has planted round thee, thou appear’st more fair, more amiable, and risest in thy charms. Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul, beauty and virtue shine for ever round thee, rightening each other! thou art all divine !

Luc. Portius, no more! thy words shoot through nelt my resolves, and turn me all to love. [mry heart, Vhy are those tears of fondness in thy eyes? [row? why heaves thy heart? Why swells thy soul with sort softens me too much. Farewell, my Portius; , arewell, tho' death is in the word, for-ever! (ever ? Por. Stay, Lucia, stay! What dost thou say? ForLuc. Have I not sworn? If, Portius, thy success pust throw thy brother on his fate, farewell; h, how shall I repeat the world! for-ever! ; Por. Thus o'er the dying lamp th’ unsteady flame hangs quivering on a point, leaps off by fits, and falls again, as loth to quit it's hold. Thou must not go, my soul still hovers o'er thee, and cann't get loose. Luc.

If the firm Portius sbake to hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers !

Por. T is true; unruffled and serene I've met the common accidents of life: but here such an unlook'd-for storm of ills falls on me, it beats down all my strength. I cannot bear it. We must not part...

Luc. . What dost thou say? Not part? hast thou forgot the yow that I have made? are there not heavens and gods and thunder o'er us! -But see thy brother Marcus bends this way! I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell; farewell, and know thou wrong'st me, if thou think'st ever was love, or ever grief, like mine.

[Exit. Enter MARCUS. Mar. Portius, what hopes ? How stands she? Am! to life, or death?

[doom'd Por.

What would'st thou have me say? Mar. What means this pensive posture? Thou apkike one amaz'd and terrify'd.

[pear'st Por.

I've reason. Mar. Thy down-cast looks, and thy disorderd tell me my fate. I ask not the success (thoughts, my cause has found.

Por.. . I'm griev'd I undertook it.

Mar. Wbat? Does the barbarous maid insult my my aching heart! and triumph in my pains? [heart, that I could cast her from my thoughts for ever!

Por. Away! you 're too suspicious in your griefs; Lucia, though sworn never to think of love, compassionates your pains, and pities you.

Mar. Compassionates my pains, and pities me? what is compassion when 't is void of love! fool that I was to choose so cold a friend to urge my cause! compassionates my pains pr’ytbee, what art, what rhetorick, didst thou use to gain this mighty boon? She pities me! to one that asks the warm returns of love, ompassion's cruelty, 't is scorn, 't is death. [ment? Pur. Marcus, no more! have I deserv'd this treat, Mar. What have I said ! O Portius, O forgive me! 1 soul exasperated in ills, falls out with every thing, it's friend, itself. But ha! what ineans that shout, big with the sounds of war? what new alarm? Por.

A second, louder yet, wells in the winds, and comes more full upon us. Mar. Oh, for some glorious cause to fall in battle! Lucia, thou hast undone me! thy disdain las broke my heart: 't is death must give me ease.

Por. Quick, let us hence; who knows if Cato's life tand sure? O Marcus, I am warm’d, my heart eaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for glory..

. [Exeunt, inter SEMPRONIUS, with the LEADERS of the Muti,

ny. Sem. At length the winds are rais’d, the storm blows je it your care, my friends, to keep it up [high, o it's full fury, and direct it right,

: ll it has spent itself on Cato's head. lean while I'll herd among his friends, and seem ; ne of the number, that, whate'er arriver wiwili

my friends and fellow-soldiers may be safe.

I Lead. We all are safe, Sempronius is our friend. Sempronius is as brave a man as Cato. But hark! he enters. Bear up boldly to him; be sure you beat him down, and bind him fast: this day will end our toils, and give us rest; fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend. · Enter CATO, SEMPRONIUS, LUCIUS, Portius,

and MARCUS Cato. Where are these bold intrepid sons of war, that greatly turn their backs upon the foe, and to their general send a brave defiance? Sem. Curse on their dastard souls they stand as tonish'd!

Aside, Cato. Perfidious men! and will you thus dishonoul your past exploits, and sully all your wars? do you confess 't was not a zeal for Rome, nor love of liberty, nor thirst of honour, drew you thus far; but hopes to share the spoil of conquer'd towns, and plunder'd provinces ? fir'd with such inotives you do well to join with Cato's foes, and follow Cæsar's banners.' Why did I 'scape th' invenom'd aspic's rage, and all the fiery monsters of the desart, to see this day? Why could not Cato fall without your guilt? Behold, ungrateful men, behold my bosom naked to your swords, and let the man that 's injur'd strike the blow. Which of you’all suspects that he is wrong'd, or thinks he suffers greater ills than Cato? am I distinguish'd froni you but by toils, superior toils, and heavier weight of cares ! painful pre-emiaence! We Sem.

By heavens, they droop!

confusion to the villains ! all is lost. [Aside.

Cato. Have you forgotten Lybia's burning waste, it's barren rocks, parch'd earth, and hills of sand, it's tainted air, and all it's broods of poison? Who was the first t'explore th' untrodden path, when life was hazarded in every step? or, fainting in the long laborious march, when on the banks of an unlook'd-for stream you sunk the river with repeated draughts, Who was the last in all your host that thirsted?

Sem. If some penurious source by chance appear'd scanty of waters, when you scoop'd it dry, and offer'd the full helmet up to Cato, did not he dash the untasted moisture from him? did not he lead you through the mid-day sun, and clouds of dust? Did not his temples glow in the same sultry winds, and scorching beats?

Cato. Hence, worthless men! hence!-and complain you could not undergo the toils of war, [to Cæsar not bear the hardships that your leader bore. ,

Luc. See, Cato, see th’ unhappy men! they weep! fear and remorse, and sorrow for their crime, appear in every look, and plead for mercy.

Cato. Learn to be honest men; give up your leadand pardon shall descend on all the rest. : [ers,

Sem. Cato, commit these wretches to my care. First let them each be broken on the rack, then, with what lise remains, impaľd, and left to writhe at leisure round the bloody stake. There let them hang, and taint'the southern wind. The partners of their crime will learn obedience, when they look up and see their fellow-traitors stuck on a fork, and blackening in the sun.

Luc. Sempronius, why, why wilt thou urge the fate No. 78.

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