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of wretched men? Sem.

How! would'st thou clear rebellion! Lucius (good man) pities the poor offenders that would imbrue their hands in Cato's blood.

Cato. Forbear, Sempronius !-See they suffer death, but in their deaths remeniber they are men. Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous. Lucius, the base degenerate age requires severity and justice in it 's rigour; this awes an impious, bold, offending world, commands obedience, and gives force to laws. When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish, the gods behold their punishment with pleasure, and lay th' uplifted thunder-bolt aside.

Sem. Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure.

Cato. Mean-while we'll sacrifice to liberty. Remeinber, O my friends, the laws, the rights, the generous plan of power deliver'd down, from age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (so dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands! but piously transmit it to your children. Do thou, great Liberty, inspire our souls, and make our lives in thy possession happy, or our deaths glorious in thy just defence.

[Exeunt Cato, &c. SEMPRONIUS and the Leaders of the Mutiny.

Lead. Sempronius you have acted like yourself, one would have thought you had been half in earnest. Sem. Villain, stand off! base grovelling worthless

wretches, mongrels in faction, poor faint-hearted traitors!

2 Lead. Nay, now you carry it too far, Sempronius throw off the mask, there are none here but friends.

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Sem. Know, villains, when such paltry slaves pre) mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, [sume yey're thrown neglected by; but if it fails, hey're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. lere, take these factious monsters, drag them forth sudden death.

Enter GUARDS. 1 Lead. Nay, since it comes to this Sem. Dispatch them quick; but first pluck out

their tongues, st with their dying breath they sow sedition.

[Exeunt Guards with the Leaders.

Enter SYPHAX. Syph. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd aborill there remains an after-ganie to play: [tive; y troops are mounted; their Numidian steeds luff up the wind, and long to scower the desart; t but Sempronius head us in our Aight, e'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard, id hew down all that would oppose our passage, day will bring us into Cæsar's camp. Sem. Confusion ! I have fail'd of half my purpose. arcia, the charining Marcia 's left behind ! Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's slave? Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft Imanly warmth, and tenderness of love. phax, I long to clasp that haughty maid, id bend her stubborn virtue to my passion; hen I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off. [pronius. Syph. Well said! that's spoken like thyself, Semhat binders then, but that thou find her out, d hury her away by manly force ? Sem. But how to gain admission? For access

is given to none but Juba, and her brothers.

Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's the doors will open, when Numidia's Prince [guards: seems to appear before the slaves that watch them.

Sem. Heavens, what a thought is there! Marcia's my how will my bosom swell with anxious joy, [own! when I behold her struggling in my arms, with glowing beauty, and disorderd charms, while fear and anger, with alternate grace, pant in her breast, and vary in her face! So Pluto, seiz'd of Proserpine, convey'd to hell's tremendous gloom th' affrighted maid, there grimly smild, pleas'd with the beauteous prize, nor envy'd Jove his sun-shine and his skies.


LUCIA and MARCIA. Luc. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy soul; if thou beliey'st it possible for woman to suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers?

Marc. O Lucia, Lucia, might my big swoln heart vent all it's griefs, and give a loose to sorrow; Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace with all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.

Luc. I know thou 'rt doom'd alike to be beloy'd by Juba, and thy father's friend Sempronius; but which of these has power to charm like Portius!

Marc. Still must I beg thee not to name SemproLucia, I like not that loud boisterous man: [nius? Juba to all the bravery of a hero, adds softest love, and more than female sweetness; Juba might make the proudest of our sex, any of woman-kind, but Marcia, happy.

Luc. And why not Marcia ? come, you strive in vain to hide your thoughts from one, who knows too well the inward glowings of a heart in love.

Mar. While Cato lives, his daughter has no right to love or hate, but as bis choice directs.

Luc. But should this father give you to Sempronius? Marc. 1 dạre not think he will: but if he should why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures? I hear the sound of feet! they march this way! let us retire, and try if we can drown each softer thought in sense of present danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts (in spight of all the virtue we can boast) the woman that deliberates is lost. - [Exeunt,

Enter SEMPRONIUS, dress'd like JUBA, with Numidian

Guards. Sem. The deer is lodg’d. I've track'd her to her covBe sure you mind the word; and when I give it, [ert. rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. -How will the young Numidian rave, to see his mistress lost? if aught could glad my soul beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 't would be to torture that young, gay, barbarian.

-But hark, what noise! death to my hopes ! 'tis he, 'lis Juba's self! there is but one way left le must be murder'd, and a passage cut (tremble? through those bis guards.----Ha, dastards, do you or act like men, or by yon azure heaven

Enter JUBA. Jub. What do I see who's this that dares usurp. the guards and babits of Numidia's prince?

Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arrogance, presumptuous youth!

Jub. What can this mean. Sempronius!
Sem. My sword sball answer thee, have at thy heart.
Jub. Nay then beware thy own, proud, barbarous

man! [Semp. falls. His Guards surrender. Sem, Curse on my stars! am I then doom'd to by a boy's hand i disfigur'd in a vile

[fall Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? Gods, I'm distracted! this my close of life! O for a peal of thunder, that would make earth, sea, and air, and heaven, and Cato tremble!

[Dies. Jub. With vhat a spring his furious soul broke

loose, and left the limbs still quivering on the ground ! hence let us carry off those slaves to Caio, that we may there at length unravel all this dark desigu, this mystery of fate.

[Exit Juba, with prisoners, 8C. Enter LuciA and MARCIA. Luc. Sure ’t was the clash of swords; my troubled is so cast down, and sunk amidst it's sorrows, [heart it throbs with fear, and aches at every sound. O Marcia, should thy brothers for my sake! I die away with horror at the thought. Marc. See Lucia, see! here's blood! here's blood

and murder! Ha! a Numidian! heavens preserve the prince! the face lies muffled up within the garinent. But ha! death to my sight! a diadem, and purple robes! O gods! 't is he, 't is he,

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