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1 Lead. Sempronius, you have acted like yourself. One would have thought you had been half in earnest. Sem. Villain, stand off, base, grov'ling, 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.
Sem. Know, villains, when such paltry slaves pre
To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds,
1 Lead. Nay, since it comes to this
tongues, Lest with their dying breath they sow sedition.
[Exeunt guards, with their leaders.
Syph. Our first design, my friend, has prov'd abor
tive: Still there remains an after-game to play; My troops are mounted; their Numidian steeds Snuff up the wind, and long to scour the desert: Let but Sempronius head us in our flight, We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard, And hew down all that would oppose our passage. A day will bring us into Cæsar's camp.
Sem. Confusion! I have fail'd of half my purpose : Marcia, the charming Marcia's left behind!
Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's slave?
Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft Unmanly warmth and tenderness of love. Syphax, I long to clasp that haughty maid, And bend her stubborn virtue to my passion : When I have gone thus far, I'd cast her off. Syph. Well said ! that's spoken like thyself, Sem.
pronius. What hinders, then, but that thou find her out, And hurry 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
guards, The doors will open when Numidia's prince Seems to appear before the slaves that watch them.
Sem. Heav'ns, what a thought is there! Marcia's
How will my bosom swell with anxious joy,
ACT IV. SCENE 1.
Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
Mar. Oh, Lucia, Lucia, might my big swoln heart,
Luc. I know thou'rt doom'd alike to be belov'd By Juba, and thy father's friend, Sempronius : But which of these has power to charm like Portius !
Mar. Still I must beg thee not to name Sempronius, Lucia, I like not that loud boist'rous man ; Juba, to all the brav'ry 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 his choice directs.
Luc. But should this father give you to Sempronius?
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with Numi.
dian guards. Sem. The deer is lodg'd, I've track'd her to her
covert. Be sure you mind the word, and when I give it 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 ought could glad my soul, Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 'Twould be to torture that young, gay barbarian. -But hark! what noise! Death to my hopes! 'tis he, 'Tis Juba's selfl there is but one way leftHe must be murder'd, and a passage cut Through those his guards-Hah, dastards, do you
tremble 1 Or act like men, or by yon azure heaven
Enter JUBA. Jub. What do I see i Who's this, that dares usurp The guards and habit of Numidia's prince ?
Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arrogance, Presumptuous youth!
Jub. What can this mean? Sempronius !
heart. Jub. Nay, then beware thy own, proud, barbarous
[Sem. falls. His guards surrender. Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doom'd to fall By a boy's hand, disfigur'd in a vile Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman? Gods, I'm distracted! This my close of life! Oh, for a peal of thunder that would make Earth, sea, and air, and Heaven, and Cato tremble!
[Dies. Jub. With what a spring his furious soul broke
[Exit Juba with prisoners, &c.
Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
Luc. Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my troubled
sake! I die away with horror at the thought.