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Jub.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 stranger to thy thoughts.
Jub.Oh! they're extravagant;
Still let me hide them.
Cato.What can Juba ask,
That Cato will refuse!
Jub.I fear to name it.
Marcia———inherits all her father's virtues.
Cato.What woul'dst thou say?
Jub.Cato, thou hast a daughter.
Cato.Adieu, young Prince; I wou'd not hear a word
Shou'd lessen thee in my esteem: Remember
The hand of fate is over us, and heav'n
Exacts severity from all our thoughts:
It is not now a time to talk of ought
But chains, or conquest; liberty, or death.[Exit.

SCENE V.

Syphax, Juba.
Syph.How's this, my prince! what, cover'd with confusion?
You look as if yon stern philosopher
Had just now chid you.
Jub.Syphax, I'm undone!
Syph.I know it well.
Jub.Cato thinks meanly of me.
Syph.And so will all mankind.
Jub.Iv'e open'd to him
The weakness of my soul, my love for Marcia.
Syph.Cato's a proper person to intrust
A love-tale with.
Jub.Oh, I could pierce my heart,
My foolish heart! was ever wretch like Juba!
Syph.Alas, my Prince, how are you chang'd of late!
I've known young Juba rise before the sun,
To beat the thicket where the tiger slept,
Or seek the lion in his dreadful haunts:
How did the colour mount into your cheeks,