To hear of parting, think what Lucia suffers!
POR. 'Tis true; unruffled and serene I've met
The common accidents of life, but here
Such an unlooked-for storm of ills fails on me,
It beats down all my strength. I cannot bear
LUC. What dost thou say? not part?
Hast thou forgot the vow that I have made?
Are there not heav'ns, and gods, and thunder o'er us?
-- But see! thy brother Marcus bends this way!
|I sicken at the sight. Once more, farewell,||125|
Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. Exit.
MAR. Portius, what hopes? how stands she? am I
To life or death?
POR. What wouldst thou have me say?
MAR. What means this pensive posture? thou
Like one amazed and terrified.
POR. I've reason.
MAR. Thy downcast looks and thy disordered
POR. I'm grieved I undertook it.
MAR. What! does the barb'rous maid insult my
My aching heart! and triumph in my pains?
|That I could cast her from my thoughts for ever!||10|
POR. Away! you're too suspicious in your griefs;
Lucia, though sworn never to think of love,
Compassionates your pains, and pities you!
MAR. Compassionates my pains, and pities me!
|What is compassion when 'tis void of love?||15|
Prithee what art, what rhetoric didst thou use
To gain this mighty boon? She pities me!
|To one that asks the warm return of love,||20|
POR. Marcus, no more! have I deserved this treatment?
MAR. What have I said! O Portius, oh, forgive me!
A soul exasp'rated in ills fails out
|With ev'rything, its friend, its self -- but, hah!||25|
POR. A second, louder yet,
Swells in the winds, and comes more full upon us.
MAR. Oh, for some glorious cause to fall in battle!
|Lucia, thou hast undone me! thy disdain||30|
POR. Quick, let us hence; who knows if Cato's life
Stand sure? O Marcus, I am warmed; my heart
Leaps at the trumpet's voice, and burns for glory.
Enter SEMPRONIUS with the Leaders of the mutiny.
SEM. At length the winds are raised, the storm
Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up
In its full fury, and direct it right,
Till it has spent itself on Cato's head.
|Meanwhile I'll herd among his friends, and seem||5|
FIRST LEAD. We all are safe, Sempronius is our friend,
Sempronius is as brave a man as Cato.
|But, hark! he enters. Bear up boldly to him;||10|
Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our friend.
Enter CATO, SEMPRONIUS, LUCUIS, PORTIUS, and MARCUS.
CATO. Where are these bold, intrepid sons of war,
That greatly turn their backs upon the foe,
And to their general send a brave defiance?
SEM. (aside). Curse on their dastard souls, they stand astonished!
CATO. Perfidious men! and will you thus dis
Nor love of liberty, nor thirst of honor,
Drew you thus far; but hopes to share the spoil
|Of conquered towns and plundered provinces?||10|
Why did I scape the invenomed aspic's rage,
And all the fiery monsters of the desert,
|To see this day? why could not Cato fall||15|
And let the man that's injured strike the blow.
Which of you all suspects that he is wronged,
|Or thinks he suffers greater ills than Cato?||20|