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Marc.O he was all made up of love and charms!
Whatever maid cou'd wish, or man admire:
Delight of ev'ry eye: when he appear'd,
A secret pleasure gladen'd all that saw him:
But, when he talk'd, the proudest Roman blush'd,
To hear his virtue, and old age grew wise.

Jub.I shall run mad ———

Mar.O Juba! Juba! Juba!

Jub.What means that voice? did she not call on Juba?

Mar.Why do I think on what he was? he's dead!
He's dead, and never knew how much I lov'd him.
Lucia, who knows but his poor bleeding heart,
Amid'st its agonies, remember'd Marcia!
And the last words he utter'd call'd me cruel!
Alas, he knew not, hapless youth, he knew not
Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba!

Juba.Where am I! do I live! or am indeed
What Marcia thinks! all Elysium round me!

Marc.Ye dear remains of the most lov'd of men!
Nor modesty nor virtue here forbid
A last embrace, while thus ———

Jub. See Marcia, see [Throwing himself before her.
The happy Juba lives! he lives to catch
That dear embrace, and to return it too
With mutual warmth and eagerness of love.
 
Marc.With pleasure and amaze I stand transported!
Sure 'tis a dream! dead and alive at once!
If thou art Juba, who lies there?

Jub. A wretch,
Disguis'd like Juba on a curs'd design.
The tale is long, nor have I heard it out,
Thy father knows it all. I could not bear
To leave thee in the neighbourhood of death,
But flew, in all the haste of love to find thee;
I found thee weeping, and confess this once,
Am wrap'd with joy to fee my Marcia's tears.

Marc. I've been surpris'd in an unguarded hour,
But must not now go back: the love that lay
Half-smother'd in my breast, has broke through all
Its weak restraints, and burns in its full lustre;
I cannot, if I wou'd, conceal it from thee.