Think, Portius, think, thou feeft thy dying brother To my confufion, and eternal grief, I must approve the sentence that destroys me. LUCIA. Portius, no more! thy words fhoot through my heart, Melt my refolves, and turn me all to love. Why are those tears of fondness in thy eyes? Why heaves thy heart? why fwells thy foul with forrow? It foftens me too much farewel, my Portius, Farewel, though death is in the word, For ever! PORTIU S. Stay, Lucia ftay! what doft thou say? For-ever? 3 S LUCIA. Have I not fworn? if, Portius, thy fuccefs Muft throw thy brother on his fate, farewel, Oh, how fhall I repeat the word! For-ever! PORTIU S. Thus o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady flame --Thou must not go, my foul ftill hovers o'er thee, LUCIA. If the firm Portius fhake To hear of parting, think what Lucia fuffers! PORTIUS. 'Tis true; unruffled and ferene I've met The common accidents of life, but here Such an unlook'd for form of ills falls on me, It beats down all my ftrength. I cannot bear it. We must not part. LUCIA. What doft thou say? not part? Haft thou forgot the Vow that I have made? Are there not heavens, and gods, and thunder, o'er us! But fee! thy brother Marcus bends this way! I ficken at the fight. Once more, farewel, Farewel, and know thou wrong'st me, if thou think'st Ever was love, or ever grief, like mine. SCENE SCENE III. MARCUS, PORTIUS. MARCU S. Portius, what hopes? how ftands fhe? am I doom'd To life or death? PORTIUS. What would't thou have me fay? MARCUS. What means this penfive posture? thou appear'st Like one amaz'd and terrified. I've reason. PORTIU S. MARCU S. Thy caft down looks, and thy disorder'd thoughts Tell me my fate. I ask not the fuccefs My cause has found. PORTIU S. I'm griev'd I undertook it. MARCU S. What? does the barbarous maid infult my heart, Away! you're too fufpicious in your griefs; Lucia, though fworn never to think of love, Com Compaffionates your pains, and pities you. MARCU S. Compaffionates my pains, and pities me! PORTIU S. Marcus, no more! have I deferv'd this treatment ?: What have I faid! O Portius, O forgive me! A foul exafperated in ills falls out With every thing, its friend, its felf but hah! What means that shout, big with the founds of war?: What new alarm? PORTIU S. A fecond, louder yet, Swells in the winds, and comes more full upon us. MARCUS. Oh, for fome glorious caufe to fall in battel! Lucia, thou haft undone me! thy disdain Has broke my heart: 'tis death must give me ease. Quick, let us hence; who knows if Cato's life SCENE SCENE IV. SEMPRONIUS with the leaders of the mutiny. SEMPRONIUS. At length the winds are rais'd, the ftorm blows high; Be it your care, my friends, to keep it up In its full fury, and direct it right, Till it has spent it felf on Cato's head. Mean while I'll herd among his friends, and feem We all are fafe, Sempronius is our friend. SCENE |