LUC. I need not blush to name them, when I tell
They're Marcia's brothers, and the sons of Cato.
MAR. They both behold thee with their sister's
|And often have revealed their passion to me.||30|
Luc. Which is it Marcia wishes for?
MAR. For neither--
And yet for both;-- the youths have equal share
|In Marcia's wishes, and divide their sister:||35|
But in my love -- why wilt thou make me name him?
Thou know'st it is a blind and foolish passion,
|Pleased and disgusted with it knows not what --||40|
MAR. O Lucia, I'm perplexed; oh, tell me which I must hereafter call my happy brother.
Lye. Suppose 'twere Portius, could you blame my
O Portius, thou hast stol'n away my soul!
|With what a graceful tenderness he loves!||45|
Dwell ever on his tongue, and smooth his thoughts.
Marcus is over-warm - his fond complaints
|Have so much earnestness and passion in them,||50|
MAR. Alas, poor youth! how canst thou throw
him from thee?
Lucia, thou know'st not half the love he bears thee;
|Whene'er he speaks of thee, his heart's in flames.||55|
Unhappy youth! how will thy coldness raise
Tempests and storms in his afflicted bosom!
I dread the consequence.
|Luc. You seem to plead||60|
MAR. Heaven forbid!
Had Portius been the unsuccessful lover,
The same compassion would have fall'n on him.
Luc. Was ever virgin love distressed like mine!
|Portius himself oft falls in tears before me,||65|
Nor show which way it turns. So much he fears
The sad effects that it would have on Marcus.
|MAR. He knows too well how easily he's fired,||70|
Luc. Alas! too late I find myself involved
In endless griefs, and labyrinths of woe,
|Born to afflict my Marcia's family,||75|
MAR. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows,
But to the gods permit th' event2 of things.
|Our lives, discolored with our present woes,||80|
Of rushing torrents and descending rains,
Works itself clear, and as it runs, refines;
|Till, by degrees, the floating mirror shines,||85|
SEM. Rome still survives in this assembled senate!
Let us remember we are Cato's friends,
And act like men who claim that glorious title.
Luc. Cato will soon be here, and open to us
|Th' occasion of our meeting. Hark! he comes!||5|
May all the guardian gods of Rome direct him!
CATO. Fathers, we once again are met in council.
Cæsar's approach has summoned us together,
And Rome attends her fate from our resolves:
|How shall we treat this bold, aspiring man?||10|
Received his yoke, and the whole Nile is Caesar's.
Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,
|And Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands||15|
What course to take. Our foe advances on us,
And envies us ev'n Libya's sultry deserts.
Fathers, pronounce your thoughts: are they still fixt
|To hold it out, and fight it to the last?||20|
SEM. My voice is still for war.
Gods, can a Roman senate long debate
|Which of the two to choose, slav'ry or death!||25|
Attack the foe, break through the thick array
Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.____________________
This means the members of the senate, not the senate
chamber. There is no change of scene throughout the play.