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His trembling hand, and crush beneath a casque
Jub. Syphax, no more! I would not hear you talk.
Jub. Thou know'st the way too well into my heart, I do believe thee loyal to thy prince.
Syph. What greater instance can I give? I've offer'd To do an action which my soul abhors, And gain you whom you love, at any price.
Jub. Was this thy motive? I have been too hasty. Syph. And 'tis for this my prince has callid me
traitor. Jub. Sure thou mistak'st ; I did not call thee so. Syph. You did, indeed, my prince, you call’d me
Jub. Syphax, I know thou lov'st me; but indeed
That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her,
Syph. By Heav'ns,
Jub. Syphax, thou now beginn'st to speak thyself. Numidia's grown a scorn among the nations, For breach of public vows. Our Punic faith Is infamous, and branded to a proverb. Syphax, we'll join our cares, to purge away Cur country's crimes, and clear her reputation. Syph. Believe me, prince, you make old Syphax
weep, To hear
talk-but 'tis with tears of joy. If e’er your father's crown adorn your brows, Numidia will be blest by Cato's lectures.
Fub. Syphax, thy hand; we'll mutually forget The warmth of youth, and frowardness of age; Thy prince esteems thy worth, and loves thy person. If e'er the scepter come into my hand, Syphax shall stand the second in my kingdom.
Syph. Why will you overwhelm my age with kind
My joys grow burdensome, I shan't support it.
Jub. Syphax, farewell. l'll hence, and try to find Some blest occasion that may set me right In Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admirers. [Ex. Syph. Young men soon give, and soon forget af.
fronts; Old age
is slow in both-A false old traitori These words, rash boy, may chance to cost thee dear. My heart had still some foolish fondness for thee: But hence, 'tis gone! I give it to the winds : Cæsar, I'm wholly thine.
Sem. Syphax, we both were on the verge of fate :
Syph. But how stands Cato ?
Sem. Thou hast seen mount Atlas : Whilst storms and tempests thunder on its brows, And oceans break their billows at its feet, It stands unmov'd, and glories in its height : Such is that haughty man; his tow'ring soul, 'Midst all the shocks and injuries of fortune, Rises superior, and looks down on Cæsar.
Syph. But what's this messenger ?
Sem. I've practis'd with him,
Syph. Yes—but it is to Cato.
and wishest Marcia mine. Syph. May she be thine as fast as thou wouldst have
her. Sem. Syphax, I love that woman ; though I cui se Her and myself, yet, spite of me, I love her.
Syph. Make Cato 'sure, and give up Utica,
Sem. All, all is ready,
Unusual fastings, and will bear no more
Syph. Mean while I'll draw up my Numidian troops
ACT III. SCENE 1.
Enter MARCUS and PORTIUS.
Por. Marcus, the friendships of the world are oft