Jub. What say'st thou, Syphax? By Heav'ns, thou turn'st me all into attention. Syph. Juba commands Numidia's hardy troops, Of curbs or bits, and fleeter than the winds. Jub. Can such dishonest thoughts Rise up in man? Wouldst thou seduce my youth That draws in raw and unexperienc'd men Jub. Wouldst thou degrade thy prince into a ruffian? Jub. Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles. Syph. Indeed, my prince, you want to know the world. You have not read mankind; your youth admires The throes and swellings of a Roman soul, Cato's bold flights, th' extravagance of virtue. Jub. If knowledge of the world makes men per- May Juba ever live in ignorance! Jub. Gods, must I tamely bear This arrogance unanswer'd! Thou'rt a traitor, Syph. I have gone to far. [Aside. Jub. Cato shall know the baseness of thy soul. Syph. I must appease this storm, or perish in it. [Aside. Young prince, behold these locks, that are grown white Beneath a helmet in your father's battles. Jub. Those locks shall ne'er protect thy insolence. Syph. Must one rash word, th' infirmity of age, Throw down the merit of my better years? This the reward of a whole life of service! -Curse on the boy! how steadily he hears me! [Aside. Jub. Is it because the throne of my forefathers Still stands unfill'd, and that Numidia's crown Hangs doubtful yet whose head it shall inclose, Thou thus presum❜st to treat thy prince with scorn? Syph. Why will you rive my heart with such expressions? Does not old Syphax follow you to war? What are his aims? Why does he load with darts His trembling hand, and crush beneath a casque His last poor ebb of blood in your defence? Jub. Syphax, no more! I would not hear you talk. Syph. Not hear me talk! what, when my faith to Juba, My royal master's son, is call'd in question My prince may strike me dead, and I'll be dumb; 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 call'd me traitor. Jub. Sure thou mistak'st; I did not call thee so. Syph. You did, indeed, my prince, you call'd me traitor. Nay, further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato. Jub. Syphax, I know thou lov'st me; but indeed That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her, And imitates her actions where she is not: It ought not to be sported with. Syph. By Heav'ns, I'm ravish'd when you talk thus, though you chide me! A blind official zeal to serve my king, Jub. Syphax, thou now beginn'st to speak thyself. weep, To hear you talk-but 'tis with tears of joy. If e'er your father's crown adorn your brows, Jub. 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 ness? My joys grow burdensome, I shan't support it. Jub. Syphax, farewell. I'll hence, and try to find Some blest occasion that may set me right In Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man Old age is slow in both-A false old traitor!— Enter SEMPRONIUS. All hail, Sempronius! Well, Cato's senate is resolv'd to wait The fury of a siege before it yields. Sem. Syphax, we both were on the verge of fate : Lucius declar'd for peace, and terms were offer'd To Cato, by a messenger from Cæsar. Shou'd they submit ere our designs are ripe, Sem. Thou hast seen mount Atlas: Whilst storms and tempests thunder on its brows, |