O'erfpread the fea, and ftop up every port; Cato fhall open to himself a paffage, PORTIU S. O Sir, forgive your son, father! Whofe grief hangs heavy on him! O my CATO. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful. [Embracing him. Weep not, my fon. All will be well again. PORTI U S. Your words give comfort to my drooping heart. САТО. Portius, thou may'ft rely upon my conduct. Thy father will not act what misbecomes him. But go, my fon, and fee if aught be wanting Among thy father's friends; fee them embark'd; And tell me if the winds and feas befriend them. My foul is quite weigh'd down with care, and asks The foft refreshment of a moment's fleep. PORTIU S. My thoughts are more at ease, my heart revives. SCENE S CEN E III. PORTIUS and MARCI A. PORTI U 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 retir'd to reft, and feems to cherish Thoughts full of peace. He has dispatcht me hence With orders, that bespeak a mind compos'd, O ye immortal powers, that guard the just, SCENE IV. LUCIA and MARCI A. LUCIA. Where is your father, Marcia, where is Cato? MARCI A. Lucia, fpeak low, he is retir'd to rest. Lucia, I feel a gently-dawning hope Rife in my foul. We fhall be happy ftill. LUCIA. Alas, I tremble when I think on Cato, He knows not how to wink at human frailty, Though ftern and awful to the foes of Rome, 'Tis his confent alone can make us bleft. Marcia, we both are equally involv'd MARCIA. And ever shall lament, unhappy youth! LUCIA. Has fet my foul at large, and now I ftand Loofe of my vow. But who knows Cato's thoughts; Who knows how yet he may difpofe of Portius, Or how he has determin'd of thyself? MARCIA. Let him but live! commit the reft to heaven. Enter Enter LuCIUS. LUCIU S. Sweet are the flumbers of the virtuous man! O Marcia, I have feen thy godlike father: Some power invifible fupports his foul, And bears it up in all its wonted greatness. A kind refreshing fleep is fallen upon him: I saw him ftretch'd at ease, his fancy loft In pleafing dreams; as I drew near his couch, He fmil'd, and cry'd, Cefar thou canst not hurt me. MARC 1 A. His mind ftill labours with fome dreadful thought. LUCIU S. Lucia, why all this grief, these floods of forrow? Dry up thy tears, my child, we are all fafe While Cato lives his prefence will protect us. Enter JUB A. JUBA. Lucius, the horsemen are return'd from viewing The number, ftrength, and pofture of our foes, Who now incamp within a fhort hour's march. On the high point of yon bright western tower We ken them from afar, the fetting fun Plays on their fhining arms and burnish'd helmets, And covers all the field with gleams of fire. LUCIU S.. Marcia, 'tis time we should awake thy father. Cafar is ftill difpos'd to give us terms, And waits at diftance 'till he hears from Cato, 1 Enter PORTIUS. Portius, thy looks fpeak fomewhat of importance. What tidings doft thou bring? methinks I fee Unusual gladness sparkling in thy eyes. PORTIU S. As I was hafting to the port, where now Calls out for vengeance on his father's death, Were Cato at their head, once more might Rome But hark! what means that groan! O give me waya And let me fly into my father's prefence. LUCIU S. Cato, amidst his flumbers, thinks on Rome, And in the wild diforder of his foul Mourns o'er his country-hah! a fecond groan!Heaven guard us all MARCI A. Alas, 'tis not the voice Of one who fleeps! 'tis agonizing pain, 'Tis death is in that found Enter |