Reduce'd like Hannibal, to feek relief From court to court, and wander up and down I'm too officious, but my forward cares Thy nobleness of foul obliges me. But know, young Prince, that value foars above JUBA. I'm charm'd whene'er thou talk'ft! I pant for virtue! And all my foul endeavours at perfection. САТО. Doft thou love watchings, abftinence, and toil, Laborious virtues all? learn them from Cato: Succefs and fortune must thou learn from Cæfar. JUBA. UBA. The best good fortune that can fall on Juba, The whole fuccefs, at which my heart afpires, Depends on Cato. CATO. What does Juba fay? Thy words confound me. JUBA. I would fain retract them, Give 'em me back again. They aim'd at nothing. CATO. Tell me thy wish, young Prince; make not my ear A ftranger to thy thoughts. Adieu, young Prince: I would not hear a word Should Should leffen thee in my efteem: remember SCENE V. SY PHA X, JUBA. SYPHA X. How's this, my Prince! what, cover'd with confufion? You look as if yon ftern Philofopher The weakness of my foul, my love for Marcia. SYPHA X. Cato's a proper perfon to entrust A love-tale with. JUBA. 'JUBA. Oh, I could pierce my heart, My foolish heart! was ever wretch like Juba? Alas, my Prince, how are you change'd of late! JUBA. Pr'ythee, no more! SYPHA X. How would the old King smile To fee you weigh the paws, when tipp'd with gold, And throw the fhaggy spoils about your shoulders! JUBA. Syphax, this old man's talk (tho' honey flow'd In every word) would now lose all its sweetness. Cato's difpleas'd, and Marcia loft for ever! SYPHA X. Young Prince, I yet could give you good advice. Marcia might ftill be yours. JUBA. JUBA. What fay'ft thou, Syphax? By heavens, thou turn'ft me all into attention. SYPHA X. Marcia might ftill be yours. JUBA. As how, dear Syphax ? SYPHA X. Juba commands Numidia's hardy troops, Of curbes or bittes, and fleeter than the winds: JUBA. Can such dishonest thoughts Rife up in man! would'st thou feduce my youth. SYPHA X. Gods, I could tear my beard to hear you talk! That draws in raw and unexperience'd men JUBA. Would'ft thou degrade thy Prince into a Ruffian? The boafted Ancestors of these great men, Whose virtues you admire, were all fuch Ruffians. That |