Portius. Your words give comfort to my drooping heart. Cato. Portius, thou may'st rely upon my conduct. My soul is quite weigh'd down with care, and asks Portius. My thoughts are more at ease, my heart revives. SCENE III. PORTIUS and MARCIA. Portius. O Marcia, O my sister, still there's hope! Our father will not cast away a life So needful to us all, and to his country. He is retired to rest, and seems to cherish Thoughts full of peace. He has dispatcht me hence And studious for the safety of his friends. Marcia, take care that none disturb his slumbers. Marcia. O ye immortal powers, that guard the just, 75 80 85 90 SCENE IV. LUCIA and MARCIA. Lucia. Where is your father, Marcia, where is Cato? Marcia. Lucia, speak low, he is retired to rest. Lucia, I feel a gently-dawning hope Rise in my soul. We shall be happy still. Lucia. Alas, I tremble when I think on Cato, He knows not how to wink at humane frailty, Marcia. Though stern and awful to the foes of Rome, Lucia. 'Tis his consent alone can make us blest. Marcia, we both are equally involv'd In the same intricate, perplext, distress. Thy brother Marcus, whom we both lament Marcia. And ever shall lament, unhappy youth! Lucia. Has set my soul at large, and now I stand Loose of my Vow. But who knows Cato's thoughts? Or how he has determin'd of thy self? Marcia. Let him but live! commit the rest to heaven. Enter LUCIUS. Lucius. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man! In pleasing dreams; as I drew near his couch, He smiled, and cry'd, Cæsar thou canst not hurt me. Marcia. His mind still labours with some dreadful thought. I 20 125 Lucius. Lucia, why all this grief, these floods of sorrow? 130 Dry up thy tears, my child, we all are safe Enter JUBA. Lucius, the horsemen are return'd from viewing The number, strength, and posture of our foes, Who now encamp within a short hour's march. 135 On the high point of yon bright western tower We kenn them from afar, the setting Sun Plays on their shining arms and burnish'd helmets, Lucius. Marcia, 'tis time we should awake thy father, Cæsar is still disposed to give us terms, 140 And waits at distance 'till he hears from Cato. Enter PORTIUS. Portius, thy looks speak somewhat of importance. What tidings dost thou bring? methinks I see Unusual gladness sparkling in thy eyes. Portius. As I was hasting to the port, where now 145 My father's friends, impatient for a passage, Accuse the ling'ring winds, a sail arrived From Pompey's son, who through the realms of Spain Calls out for vengeance on his father's death, 150 And rouses the whole nation up to arms. Were Cato at their head, once more might Rome Assert her rights, and claim her liberty. But heark! what means that groan! O give me way, Cato, amidst his slumbers, thinks on Rome, And in the wild disorder of his soul Mourns o'er his country. — hah! a second groan Heaven guard us all Marcia. Alas, 'tis not the voice Of one who sleeps! 'tis agonizing pain, 'Tis death is in that sound ! 155 160 Re-enter PORTIUS. Portius. O sight of woe ! O Marcia, what we fear'd is come to pass! Cato is fallen upon his sword And placed him in his chair, where pale, and faint, [The back Scene opens, and discovers Cato. Marcia. O heaven assist me in this dreadful hour To pay the last sad duties to my father. Juba. These are thy triumphs, thy exploits, O Cæsar! Lucius. Now is Rome fallen indeed! Here set me down Portius come near me are my friends embark'd? Can any thing be thought of for their service? Whilst I yet live, let me not live in vain. —O Lucius, art thou here? – thou art too good! 165 170 175 180 |