Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer I hear the sound of feet! They march this way Each softer thought in sense of present danger: The woman that deliberates is lost. ? [Exeunt. Enter SEMPRONIUS, dressed like JUBA, with Numidian 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 Or act like men, or by yon azure heaven Enter JUBA. Jub. What do I see The guards and habit Who's this, that dares usurp of Numidia's prince ? Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arrogance, Presumptuous youth! Jub. What can this mean? Sempronius! Sem. My sword shall answer thee. Have at thy heart. Jub. Nay, then beware thy own, proud, barbarous man. [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? loose, And left the limbs still quiv'ring on the ground! That we may there at length unravel all [Exit Juba with prisoners, &c. Enter LUCIA and MARCIA. Luc. Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my troubled heart Is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows, Mar. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's blood and murder! Hah! a Numidian! Heav'n preserve the prince! Mar. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my patience; Enter JUBA listening. I will indulge my sorrows, and give way That man, that best of men, deserv'd it from me. pronius That best of men? Oh, had I fall'n like him, And cou'd have been thus mourn'd, I had been happy. "Luc. Here will I stand, companion in thy woes, "And help thee with my tears; when I behold "A loss like thine, I half forget my own." "Mar. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortur'd breast. "This empty world, to me a joyless desert, "Has nothing left to make poor Marcia happy. "Jub. I'm on the rack! Was he so near her heart ? "Mar. Oh, he was all made up of love and charms! "Whatever maid could wish, or man admire : "Delight of every eye; when he appear'd, "A secret pleasure gladd'ned all that saw him; "But when he talk'd, the proudest Roman blush'd "To hear his virtues, and old age grew worse. "Mar. Oh, Juba! Juba! Juba! Jub. What means that voice? Did she not call on Juba? Mar. "Why do I think on what he was! he's dead! "He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd him." Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart, Amidst its agonies, remember'd Marcia, And the last words he utter'd, call'd me cruel! Alas! he knew not, hapless youth, he knew not Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba ! Jub. Where am I? Do I live? or am indeed What Marcia thinks? All is Elysium round me! Mar. Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men, Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid A last embrace, while thus Jub. See, Marcia, see [Throwing himself before her. The happy Juba lives! He lives to catch That dear embrace, and to return it too With mutual warmth and eagerness of love. Mar. With pleasure and amaze I stand transported! "Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once!" If thou art Juba, who lies there? Jub. A wretch, Disguis'd like Juba on a curs'd design. Mar. I've been surpriz'd in an unguarded hour, "Jub. I'm lost in ecstacy; and dost thou love, "Thou charming maid "Mar. And dost thou live to ask it? "Jub. This, this is life indeed! life worth preserving, "Such life as Juba never felt 'till now! "Mar. Believe me, prince, before I thought thee dead, "I did not know myself how much I lov'd thee. "Jub. Oh, fortunate mistake! "Mar. O happy Marcia!" Jub. My joy, my best belov'd, my only wish! How shall I speak the transport of my soul ! Mar. Lucia, thy arm. "Oh, let me rest upon it! "The vital blood that had forsook my heart, |