That we may there at length unravel all
This dark design, this mystery of fate. 30
Exit JUBA, With Prisoners, etc.
Enter LUCIA and MARCIA.
LUC. Sure 'twas the clash of swords; my troubled
Is so cast down, and sunk amidst its sorrows,
It throbs with fear and aches at every sound.
O Marcia, should thy brothers for my sake! --
I die away with horror at the thought. 5
MAR. See, Lucia, see! here's blood! here's blood
Hah, a Numidian! heav'ns preserve the prince!
The face lies muffled up within the garment.
But hah! death to my sight, a diadem,
And purple robes! O gods! 'tis he, 'tis he! 10 Juba, the loveliest youth that ever warmed A virgin's heart, Juba lies dead before us!
LUC. Now, Marcia, now call up to thy assistance
Thy wonted strength and constancy of mind;
Thou canst not put it to a greater trial. 15
MAR. Lucia, look there, and wonder at my
Have I not cause to rave, and beat my breast,
To rend my heart with grief, and run distracted?
LUC. What can I think or say to give thee comfort?
MAR. Talk not of comfort, 'tis for lighter ills: 20 Behold a sight that strikes all comfort dead.
Enter JUBA, list'ning.
I will indulge my sorrows, and give way
To all the pangs and fury of despair:
That man, that best of men, deserved it from me.
JUBA. What do I hear! and was the false Sempronius 25 That best of men? Oh, had I fall'n like him, And could have thus been mourned, I had been happy!
LUC. Here will I stand, companion in thy woes,
And help thee with my tears! when I behold
A loss like thine, I half forget my own. 30
MAR. 'Tis not in fate to ease my tortured breast.
This empty world, to me a joyless desert,
Has nothing left to make poor Marcia happy.
JUBA. I'm on the rack! was he so near her heart?
MAR. Oh! he was all made up of love and charms, 35 Whatever maid could wish or man admire:
Delight of ev'ry eye! when he appeared,
A secret pleasure gladdened all that saw him;
But when he talked, the proudest Roman blushed
To hear his virtues, and old age grew wise. 40
JUBA. I shall run mad --
MAR. O Juba! Juba! Juba!
JUBA. What means that voice? did she not call on Juba?
MAR. Why do I think on what he was! he's dead!
He's dead, and never knew how much I loved him.
Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart, 45 Amidst its agonies, remembered Marcia, And the last words he uttered called me cruel!
Alas! he knew not, hapless youth, he knew not
Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba.
JUBA. Where am I? do I live! or am indeed 50 What Marcia thinks! all is Elysium round me!
MAR. Ye dear remains of the most loved of men!
Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid
A last embrace, while thus --
JUBA [throwing himself before her]. See, Marcia, see,
The happy Juba lives! he lives to catch 55 That dear embrace, and to return it too With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.
MAR. With pleasure and amaze, I stand trans-ported!
Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once!
If thou art Juba, who lies there?
JUBA. A wretch, 60 Disguised like Juba, on a curst design.
The tale is long, nor have I heard it out;
Thy father knows it all. I could not bear
To leave thee in the neighborhood of death,
But flew, in all the haste of love, to find thee; 65 I found thee weeping, and confess, this once Am [rapt]1 with joy to see my Marcia's tears.
MAR. I've been surprised in an unguarded hour,
But must not now go back: the love, that lay
Half smothered in my breast, has broke through all 70 Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre; I cannot, if I would, conceal it from thee.
JUBA. I'm lost in ecstasy! and dost thou love,
Thou charming maid?
MAR. And dost thou live to ask it?
JUBA. This, this is life indeed! life worth preserving, 75 Such life as Juba never felt till now!
MAR. Believe me, prince, before I thought thee
I did not know myself how much I loved thee.
JUBA. O fortunate mistake!
MAR. O happy Marcia!
JUBA. My joy! my best beloved! my only wish! 80 How shall I speak the transport of my soul?____________________