A CT V. SCENE I. CATO folus, fitting in a thoughtful pofture: In his hand Plato's book on the Immortality of the Soul. A drawn fword on the Table by him. T must be fo. IT Plato, thou reafon'ft well! Elfe whence this pleafing hope, this fond defire, Or whence this fecret dread, and inward horror, 'Tis heaven it self, that points out an Hereafter, Eternity! thou pleafing, dreadful, thought! Through what new scenes and changes must we país? But But when! or where! - This world was made for Cæfar. I'm weary of conjectures- This must end 'em. [Laying his hand on his sword. Thus am I doubly arm'd: my death and life, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. 3:43 SCENE SCENE II. CATO, PORTIUS. САТО. But hah! how's this, my fon? why this intrufion? Were not my orders that I would be private ? Why am I disobey'd? PORTIUS. Alas, my father! What means this fword? this inftrument of death?, Let me convey it hence! Rafh youth, forbear! CATO. PORTIUS. O let the prayers, th' entreaties of your friends, Their tears, their common danger, wreft it from you. CATO. Would'st thou betray me? would'st thou give me up A flave, a captive, into Cafar's hands? Retire, and learn obedience to a father, Or know, young man! PORTIU S. Look not thus fternly on me; You know I'd rather die than disobey you. САТО. 'Tis well! again I'm master of my felf. Now, Now, Cafar, let thy troops befet our gates, PORTIUS. O Sir, forgive your fon, Whofe grief hangs heavy on him! O my father! I e'er fhall call you fo! be not difpleafed, CATO. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful. [Embracing him. Weep not, my fon. All will be well again... The righteous gods, whom I have fought to please, PORTIU S. Your words give comfort to my drooping heart." Portius, thou may'ft rely upon my conduct. POR PORTIUS. My thoughts are more at cafe, my heart revives. SCENE III. PORTIUS and MARCIA. PORTIU S. O Marcia, O my fifter, ftill there's hope! Our father will not caft away a life So needful to us all, and to his country. He is retire'd to reft, and feems to cherish Thoughts full of peace. He has difpatcht me hence O ye immortal powers, that guard the juft, With easy dreams; remember all his virtues! SCENE |