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But I have done. When I relate hereafter
Luc. The senate owns its gratitude to Cato, Who with so great a soul consults its safety, And guards our lives while he neglects his own.
Sem. Sempronius gives no thanks on this account.
Luc. Others, perhaps,
Sem. This sober conduct is a mighty virtue
Sem. Cato, my resentments
Cato. Father's, 'tis time you come to a resolve,
Luc. Cato, we all go into your opinion, Cæsar's behaviour has convinc'd the senate We ought to hold it out till terms arrive.
Sem. We ought to hold it out till death; but, Cato, My private voice is drown'd amidst the senate's.
Cato. Then let us rise, my friends, and strive to fill This little interval, this pause of life (While yet our liberty and fates are doubtful) With resolution, friendship, Roman bravery, And all the virtues we can crowd into it; That Heav'n may say it ought to be prolong'd. Fathers, farewell—The young Numidian prince Comes forward, and expects to know our counsels.
Jub. The resolution fits a Roman senate.
Whatever fortune shall befall thy father,
Cato. Juba, thy father was a worthy prince,
Jub. My father's fate,
face in Cato's great example, Subdues my soul, and fills my eyes with tears.
Cato. It is an honest sorrow, and becomes thee. Jub. My father drew respect from foreign climes: The kings of Afric sought him for their friend; “ Kings far remote, that rule, as fame reports, “ Behind the hidden sources of the Nile, “ In distant worlds, on t'other side the sun;' Oft have their black ambassadors appear'd, Loaden with gifts, and fill'd the courts of Zama. Cato. I am no stranger to thy father's greatness.
Jub. I would not boast the greatness of my father, But point out new alliances to Cato. Had we not better leave this Utica, To arm Numidia in our cause, and court The assistance of my father's powerful friends; Did they know Cato, our remotest kings, Would pour embattled multitudes about him; Their swarthy hosts would darken all our plains, Doubling the native horror of the war, And making death more grim.
Cato. And canst thou think
Jub. Cato, perhaps
Cato. Thy nobleness of soul obliges me.
toil, Laborious virtues all? Learn them from Cato; Success and fortune must thou learn from Cæsar.
Fub. The best good fortune that can fall.on Juba, The whole success at which my heart aspires Depends on Cato.
Cato. What does Juba say?
Jub. I would fain retract them,
Cato. Tell me thy wish, young prince; make not
A stranger to thy thoughts.
Jub. Oh! they're extravagant; Still let me hide them.
Cato. What can Juba ask
Jub. I fear to name it.
> Jub. Cato, thou hast a daughter. Cato. Adieu, young prince; I would not hear a
word Should lessen thee in my, esteem. Remember The hand of Fate is over us, and Heav'n Exacts severity from all our thoughts. It is not now a time to talk of ought But chains, or conquest; liberty, or death. [Exit.
Enter SYPHAX. Syph. How's this, my prince! What, cover'd with
Jub. Syphax, I'm undone!