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And repeated blessings,
drew from him in your last farewell? The good old king, at parting, wrung my hand, (His eyes brimful of tears,) then sighing cry'd, Prythee be careful of my son! His grief Swell’d up so high, he could not utter more.
Jub. Alas! thy story melts away my soul ! That best of fathers ! how shall I discharge The gratitude and duty that I owe him?
Syph. By laying up his counsels in your heart. Jub. His counsels bade me yield to thy direction: Then, Syphax, chide me in severest terms, Vent all thy passion, and I'll stand its shock, Calm and unruísled as a summer sea, When not a breath of wind Aies o'er its surface. Syph. Alas! my prince, I'd guide you to your
safety. Jub. I do believe thou would'st; but tell me how? Syph. Fly from the fate that follows Cæsar's foes. Jub. My father scorn'd to do it. Syph. And therefore died.
Jub, Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths, Than wound
honour. Syph. Rather say, your love.
Fub. Syphax, I've promised to preserve my temper. Why wilt thou urge me to confess a flame I long have stifled, and would fain conceal ? Syph. Believe me, prince, though hard to conquer
love, 'Tis easy to divert and break its force. Absence might cure it, or a second mistress Light up another flame, and put out this. The glowing dames of Zama's royal court Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms; Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
Jub. 'Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I aclinire:
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Syph. Ten thousand curses fasten on them both!
Jub. Oh, Marcia, let me hope thy kind concerns
And strength and weight to my descending sword, And drive it in a tempest on the foe.
Marcia. My pray'rs and wishes always shall attend The friends of Rome, the glorious cause of virtue, And men approved of by the gods and Cato.
Jub. That Juba may deserve thy pious cares, I'll
gaze for ever on thy godlike father, Transplanting one by one, into my life, His bright perfections, till I shine like him.
Marcia. My father never, at a time like this, Would lay out his great soul in words, and waste Such precious moments.
Jub. Thy reproofs are just, Thou virtuous maid ; I'll hasten to my troops, And fire their languid souls with Cato's virtue. If e'er I lead them to the field, when all The war shall stand ranged in its just array, And dreadful pomp; then will I think on thee; Oh, lovely maid! then will I think on thee; And in the shock of charging hosts, remember What gloricus deeds should grace the man, who hopes For Marcia's love.
[Exit JUBA. Lucia. Marcia, you're too severe ; How could you chide the young good-natured prince, And drive him from you with so stern an air, A prince that loves, and dotes on you to death?
Marcia. 'Tis therefore, Lucia, that I chide him
His air, his voice, his looks, and honest soul,
Lucia. Why will you fight against so sweet a passion, And steel your heart to such a world of charms ? Marcia. How, Lucia! would'st thou have me sink
And aims his thunder at my father's head.
Lucia. Why have I not this constancy of mind,
heart. Marcia. Lucia, disburden all thy cares on me, And let me share thy most retired distress. Tell me, who raises up this conflict in thee? Lucia. I need not blush to name them, when I tell
thee They’re Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato. Marcia. They both behold thee with their sister's
eyes, And often have eveal'd their passion to me. But tell me, which of them is Lucia's choice?
Lucia. Suppose, 'twere Portius, could you blame
Oh, Portius, thou hast stolen away my soul!
Marcia. Alas, poor youth !
Lucia. You seem to plead
Marcia. Heav'n forbid.
Lucia. Was ever virgin love distress'd like mine!
Then bids me hide the motions of my heart,
Marcia. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows,
So the pure limpid stream, when foul with stains
ACT THE SECOND.
The Senate sitting.
Calo. Fathers, we once again are met in council; Cæsar's approach has summon'd us together, And Rome attends her fate from our resolves. How shall we treat this bold aspiring man?