Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Cæsar; Her gen'rals and her consuls are no more, Who check'd his conquests, and deny'd his triumphs. Why will not Cato be this Cæsar's friend? Cato. These very reasons thou has urg'd forbid it. And reason with you, as from friend to friend: Cato. No more: I must not think of life on such conditions. Dec. Cæsar is well acquainted with your virtues, Cato. Bid him disband his legions, Restore the commonwealth to liberty, And stand the judgment of a Roman senate. Dec. Cato, the world talks loudly of your wisdom-- ploy'd To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes, Myself will mount the rostrum in his favour, Dec. A style like this becomes a conqueror. Cato. Greater than Cæsar: he's a friend to virtue. And at the head of your own little senate; With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that who drives us hither. 'Tis Cæsar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light; Which conquest and success have thrown upon him; Dec. Does Cato send this answer back to Cæsar, Dec. Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forget You are a man.. You rush on your destruction. Act 11. Wortall ad Vir del. MKEMBLE as CATO. of Cato. Audinet sculp! But I have done. When I relate hereafter The tale of this unhappy embassy All Rome will be in tears. Sem. Cato, we thank thee. The mighty genius of immortal Rome, [Exit Decius. Speaks in thy voice; thy soul breathes liberty. Sem. Sempronius gives no thanks on this account. Luc. Others, perhaps, May serve their country with as warm a zeal, Cato. Come; no more, Sempronius, All here are friends to Rome, and to each other. By our divisions. 1 |