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29 Oh, lovely maid I then will I think on thee; And in the shock of charging hosts, remember What glorious deeds should grace the man who hopes For Marcia's love.
[Exit Juba. Luc. Marcia, you're too severe; How cou'd you chide the young good-natur'd prince, And drive him from you with so stern an air, A prince that loves and doats on you to death?
Mar. 'Tis therefore, Lucia, that I chid him from me. His air, his voice, his looks, and honest soul, Speak all so movingly in his behalf, I dare not trust myself to hear him talk.
Luc. Why will you fight against so sweet a passion, And steel your heart to such a world of charms ?
Mar. How, Lucia! wouldst thou have me sink away In pleasing dreams, and lose myself in love, When ev'ry moment Cato's life's at stake? Cæsar comes arm’d with terror and revenge, And aims his thunder at my father's head. Should not the sad occasion swallow up
" and draw them all into it?"
Mar. Lucia, disburthen all thy cares on me,
Luc. I need not blush to name them, when I tell
thee They're Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato.
Mar. They both behold thee with their sister's eyes, And often have reveal'd their passion to me. « But tell me, whose address thou fav’rest most? “ I long to know, and yet I dread to hear it.
6. Luc. Which is it Marcia wishes for? Mar. “ For neither“ And yet for both-The youths have equal share “ In Marcia's wishes, and divide their sister :" But tell me which of them is Lucia's choice?
“ Luc. Marcia, they both are high in my esteem, “ But in my love-Why wilt thou make me name him! " Thou know'st it is a blind and foolish passion, “ Pleas'd and disgusted with it knows not what“ Mar. Oh, Lucia, I'm perplex'd, Oh, tell me
which " I must hereafter call my happy brother?" Luc. Suppose 'twere Portius, could you blame my
choice? -Oh, Portius, thou hast stol'n away my soul ! " With what a graceful tenderness he loves ! " And breathes the softest, the sincerest vows! “ Complacency, and truth, and manly sweetness, “ Dwellever on his tongue, and smooth his thoughts." Marcus is over-warm, his fond complaints Have so much earnestness and passion in them, I hear him with a secret kind of horror, And tremble at his vehemence of temper.
Mar. Alas, poor youth! “how canst thou throw him
from thee? “ Lucia, thou know'st not half the love he bears thee? “ Whene'er he speaks of thee, his heart's in flames, “ He sends out all his soul in ev'ry word, “ And thinks, and talks, and looks like one trans
ported. " Unhappy youth !” How will thy coldness raise Tempests and storms in his afflicted bosom I I dread the consequence.
Luc. You seem to plead
Mar. Heav'n forbid !
Luc. Was ever virgin love distrest like mine!
“ Mar. He knows too well how easily he's fir’d, « And wou'd not plunge his brother in despair, “ But waits for happier times, and kinder moments.
“ Luc. Alas! too late I find myself involv'd “ In endless griefs, and labyrinths of woe, “ Born to afflict my Marcia's family, “ And sow dissention in the hearts of brothers. “ Tormenting thought! It cuts into my
soul." Mar. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows,
But to the gods submit th' event of things.
So the pure limpid stream, when foul with stains
ACT II. SCENE 1.
The Senate. LucIUS, SEMPRONIUS, and Senators.
Luc. Cato will soon be here, and open to lis
[ A sound of trumpets. May all the guardian gods of Rome direct him!
ce again are met in council :
Success still follows him, and backs his crimes ;
Sem. My voice is still for war.