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But still the lovely maid improves her charms,
With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, .
And fanctity of manners. Cato's soul
Shines out in ev'ry thing she acts or speaks,
While winning mildness and attractive smiles
Dwell in her looks, and with becoming grace
Soften the rigour of her father's virtues. '
Syph. How does your tongue grow wanton in her praise !
CH A P. VIII.
CATO’S SOLILOQU Y.
IT must be fo-Plato, thou reason'st well
Else' whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the foul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction ?
'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis Heav'n itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful, thought!
Thro? what variety of untry'd being,
Thro' what new scenes and changes must we pass !
The wide, th’unbounded prospect lies before me;
But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.
Here will I hold. If there's a pow'r above us,
(And that there is, all Nature cries aloud
Thro' all her works) he must delight in virtue ;
And that which he delights in, must be happy.
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But when? or where :_This world was made for Cæfar,
I'm weary of conjectures—this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly arm’d.—My death and life,
My bane and antidote, are both before me. .
This in a moment brings me to an end ;
But this informs me I shall never die.
The soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles
At the drawn dagger, and defies its point: .
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature fink in years ;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
CH A P. IX. SOUTH AMPTON AND ESSE X. Orricer. M Y Lord,
We bring an order for your execution, And hope you are prepar'd; for you must die This very hour.
South. Indeed! the time is sudden! .
Ess. Is death th’ event of all my flatter'd hope ? False Sex! and Queen more perjur'd than them all! But die I will without the least complaint, My soul shall vanish filent as the dew, "Attracted by the sun from verdant fields, And leaves of weeping flowers—Come, my dear friend, Partner in fate, give me thy body in These faithful arms, and O now let me tell thee, And you, my Lords, and Heaven my witness too,
I have no weight, no heaviness on my foul, .
But that I've lost my dearest friend his life.
South. And I proteít, by the same powers divine,
And to the world, 'tis all my happiness,
The greatest bliss my mind yet e’er enjoy'd,
Since we must die, my Lord, to die together.
Officer. The Queen, my Lord Southampton, has been
To grant particular mercy to your person ;
And has by us sent you a reprieve from death,
With pardon of your treasons, and commands
You to depart immediately from hence.
South. O my unguarded soul! Sure never was A man with mercy wounded so before ! : Ess. Then I am loose to steer my wand'ring voyage;
Like a bad vessel that has long been croft,
And bound by adverse winds, at last gets liberty,
And joyfully makes all the fail she can,
To reach its with’d-for port- Angels protect
The Queen, for her my chiefest prayers shall be,
That as in time she has spar'd my noble friend,
And owns his crimes worth mercy, may she ne'er
Think so of me too late when I am dead
Again, Southampton, let me hold thee fast,
For 'tis my last embrace.
South. O be less kind, my friend, or move less pity,
Or I shall fink beneath the weight of sadness!
I weep that I am doom'd to live without you,
And should have smild to share the death of Essex.
Ess. O spare this tenderness for one that needs it,
For her that I commit to thee, 'tis all that I
Can claim of my Southampton- Q my wife !
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Methinks that very name should stop thy pity,
And make thee covetous of all as loft
That is not meant to her be a kind friend.
To her, as we have been to one another ;
Name not the dying Essex to thy Queen,
Left it should cost a tear, nor e'er offend her.
South. O stay, my Lord, let me have one word more »
One last farewel, before the greedy axe
Shall part my friend, my only friend from me,
And Effex from himself-I know not what
Are call’d the pangs of death, but sure I am
I feel an agony that's worse than death
Ess. Why, that's well faid Farewel to thee
Then let us part, just like two travellers,
Take distant paths, only this difference is,
Thine is the longest, mine the shortest way
Now let me go if there's a throne in heaven
For the most brave of men and best of friends,
I will bespeak it for Southampton.
South. And I, while I have life, will hoard thy memory: When I am dead, we then shall meet again.
Ess. Till then, Farewel.
SOUTH. Till then, Farewel.
EARL OF Essex,
C, H A P. X.
J AF FIER AND PIERRE.
Jaff. P Y Heav'n, you ftir not,
D I must be heard, I must have leave to speak: Thou hast disgrac'd me, Pierre, by a vile blow:
Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice ?
But use me as thou wilt, thou can'st not wrong me, .. For I am fallen beneath the basest injuries :
Yet look upon me with an eye of mercy,
With pity and with charity behold me;
Shut not thy heart against a friend's repentance;
But, as there dwells a godlike nature in thee,
Listen with mildness to my fupplications.
Pier. What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat,
That would'It incroach upon my credulous ears,
And cant'ít thus vilely? hence! I know thee not.
JAFF. Not know me, Pierre!
Pier. No, know thee not; what art thou?
Jaff. Jaffier, thy friend, thy once lov’d, valu'd friend!
Tho' now deferv’dly scorn'd, and us’d most hardly.
Pier. Thou Jaffier! thou my once lov’d, valu'd friend!
By heav'ns thou ly'it; the man so call'd my friend,
Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant,
Noble in mind, and in his person lovely,
Dear to my eyes, and tender to my heart:
But thou a wretched, base, false, worthless coward,
Poor even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect:
All eyes must íhun thee, and all hearts detest thee. :
Prithee avoid, nor longer cling thus round me,
Like something baneful, that my nature's chill'd at..
JAFF. I have not wrong'd thee, by these tears I have not,
But still am honest, true, and hope too, valiant;
My mind fill full of thee, therefore still noble.
Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart
Deteft me utterly: Oh! look upon me,
Look back and see my fad, sincere submission !
How my heart swells, as e'en 'twould burst my bosom;