Por. My heart is griev'd, I bring such news as will afflict my father. Cato. Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood? The traitor Syphax, as within the square He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch; Cato. Perfidious man! But haste, my son, and see Thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. [Ex. Por. -Lucius, the torrent bears too hard upon me : Justice gives way to force: the conquer'd world Is Cæsar's Cato has no business in it. Luc. While pride, oppression, and injustice reign, The world will still demand her Cato's presence. In pity to mankind submit to Cæsar, And reconcile thy mighty soul to life. Cato. Would Lucius have me live to swell the number Of Cæsar's slaves, or by a base submission Give up the cause of Rome, and own a tyrant ? The virtues of humanity are Cæsar's. Cato. Curse on his virtues! they've undone his country. Such popular humanity is treason—————— But see young Juba; the good youth appears, Luc. Alas, poor prince! his fate deserves compassion. Enter JUBA. Jub. I blush, and am confounded to appear Cato. What's thy crime? Jub. I'm a Numidian. Cato. And a brave one too. Thou hast a Roman soul. Jub. Hast thou not heard of my false countrymen ? The product of all climes-Rome has its Cæsars. Enter PORTIUS. Por. Misfortune on misfortune! grief on grief! My brother Marcus Cato. Hah! what has he done? Has he forsook his post? Has he giv'n way? Did he look tamely on, and let 'em pass? Por. Scarce had I left my father, but I met him Borne on the shields of his surviving soldiers, Breathless and pale, and cover'd o'er with wounds. Long, at the head of his few faithful friends, He stood the shock of a whole host of foes, Till obstinately brave, and bent on death, Oppress'd with multitudes, he greatly fell. Cato. I'm satisfy'd. Por. Nor did he fall before His sword had pierc'd through the false heart of Syphax. Yonder he lies. I saw the hoary traitor Grin in the pangs of death, and bite the ground. Cato. Thanks to the gods, my boy has done his duty. -Portius, when I am dead, be sure you place His urn near mine. Por. Long may they keep asunder! Luc. Oh, Cato, arm thy soul with all its patience; See where the corpse of thy dead son approaches! The citizens and senators, alarm'd, Have gather'd round it, and attend it weeping. CATO, meeting the corpse. Cato. Welcome, my son! Here lay him down, my friends, Full in my sight, that I may view at leisure I should have blush'd if Cato's house had stood -Portius, behold thy brother, and remember Cato. Alas, my friends, Why mourn you thus! let not a private loss [Aside Cato. Whate'er the Roman virtue has subdu'd, The sun's whole course, the day and year are Cæsar's: For him the self-devoted Decii dy'd, The Fabii fell, and the great Scipios conquer'd; The Roman empire, fall'n! Oh, curst ambition! Cæsar shall never say he conquer'd Cato. Luc. Cæsar has mercy if we ask it of him. Jub. If I forsake thee Whilst I have life, may Heav'n abandon Juba ! Cato. Thy virtues, prince, if I foresee aright, Will one day make thee great; at Rome hereafter, 'Twill be no crime to have been Cato's friend. Portius, draw near: my son, thou oft hast seen Thy sire engag'd in a corrupted state, Wrestling with vice and faction: now thou see'st me Let me advise thee to retreat betimes To thy paternal seat, the Sabine field. Where the great Censor toil'd with his own hands, In humble virtues, and a rural life ; There live retir'd, pray for the peace of Rome; H |