ACT. II.SCENE I.
The SENATE.
Sempronius, Lucius.
ROME still survives in this assembled senate!
Let us remember we are Cato's friends,
And act like men who claim that glorious title.
Luc.Cato will soon be here, and open to us
Th' occasion of our meeting. Hark! he comes!
[A sound of trumpets.
May all the guardian-gods of Rome direct him!
ROME still survives in this assembled senate!
Let us remember we are Cato's friends,
And act like men who claim that glorious title.
Luc.Cato will soon be here, and open to us
Th' occasion of our meeting. Hark! he comes!
[A sound of trumpets.
May all the guardian-gods of Rome direct him!
Enter Cato.
Cato.Fathers, we once again are met in council.
Cesar's approach has summon'd us together,
And Rome attends her fate from our resolves;
How shall we treat this bold aspiring man?
Success still follows him, and backs his crimes:
Pharsalia gave him Rome. Egypt has since
Receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cesar's.
Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,
And Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands
Still smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should decree
What course to take. Our foe advances on us,
And envies us even Lybya's sultry desarts.
Fathers, pronounce your thoughts, are they still fixt
To hold it out and fight it to the last?
Or are your hearts subdu'd at length, and wrought
By time and ill success to a submission?
Sempronius, speak.
Semp.My voice is still for war.
Gods, can a Roman senate long debate
Which of the two to choose, slav'ry or death!
No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords,
And at the head of our remaining troops,
Attack the foe, break through the thick array
Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest,
May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage.
Rise, fathers, rise! 'tis Rome demands your help;
Rise, and revenge her slaughter'd citizens,
Or share their fate! the corpse of half her senate
Manure the fields of Thessaly, while we
Sit here delib'rating in cold debates
If we should sacrifice our lives to honour,
Or wear them out in servitude and chains.
Rouse up for shame! Our brothers of Pharsalia
Point at their wounds, and cry aloud—To battle!
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unreveng'd amongst us!
Cato.Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal
Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason:
True fortitude is seen in great exploits
That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides:
All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Are not the lives of those who draw the sword
In Rome's defence entrusted to our care?
Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter,
Might not th’impartial world with reason say,
We lavish’d at our deaths the blood of thousands,
To grace our fall, and make our ruin glorious?
Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion.
Luc.My thoughts I must confess are turn'd on peace.
Already have our quarrels fill'd the world
With widows, and with orphans: Scythia mourns
Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions
Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of Rome:
'Tis time to sheath the sword, and spare mankind.
It is not Cesar, but the gods, my fathers,
The gods declare against us, and repel
Our vain attempts. To urge the foe to battle,
(Prompted by blind revenge, and wild despair)
Were to refuse th’awards of providence,
And not to rest in heaven’s determination.
Already have we shewn our love to Rome,
Now let us shew submission to the gods.
We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves,
But free the commonwealth; when this end fails,
Arms have no further use: our country's cause,
That drew our swords, now wrests 'em from our hands,
And bids us not delight in Roman blood,
Unprofitably shed; what men could do
Is done already: heav'n and earth will witness,
If Rome must fall, that we are innocent.
Semp.This smooth discourse, and mild behaviour oft
Conceal a traitor———Something whispers me
All is not right———Cato beware of Lucius.[Aside to Cato.
Cato.Let us appear nor rash nor diffident;
Immod'rate valour swells into a fault;
And fear, admitted into public councils,
Betrays like treason. Let us shun 'em both.
Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs
Are grown thus desp'rate: we have bulwarks round us:
Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil
In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun;
Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us,
Ready to rise at its young Prince's call.
While there is hope, do not distrust the gods:
But wait at least till Cesar's near approach
Force us to yield. 'Twill never be too late
To sue for chains, and own a conqueror.
Why should Rome fall a moment 'ere her time?
No, let us draw our term of freedom out
In its full length, and spin it to the last,
So shall we gain still one day's liberty;
And let me perish: but in Cato's judgment
A day, an hour of virtuous liberty,
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Cato.Fathers, we once again are met in council.
Cesar's approach has summon'd us together,
And Rome attends her fate from our resolves;
How shall we treat this bold aspiring man?
Success still follows him, and backs his crimes:
Pharsalia gave him Rome. Egypt has since
Receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cesar's.
Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,
And Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands
Still smoke with blood. 'Tis time we should decree
What course to take. Our foe advances on us,
And envies us even Lybya's sultry desarts.
Fathers, pronounce your thoughts, are they still fixt
To hold it out and fight it to the last?
Or are your hearts subdu'd at length, and wrought
By time and ill success to a submission?
Sempronius, speak.
Semp.My voice is still for war.
Gods, can a Roman senate long debate
Which of the two to choose, slav'ry or death!
No, let us rise at once, gird on our swords,
And at the head of our remaining troops,
Attack the foe, break through the thick array
Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest,
May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage.
Rise, fathers, rise! 'tis Rome demands your help;
Rise, and revenge her slaughter'd citizens,
Or share their fate! the corpse of half her senate
Manure the fields of Thessaly, while we
Sit here delib'rating in cold debates
If we should sacrifice our lives to honour,
Or wear them out in servitude and chains.
Rouse up for shame! Our brothers of Pharsalia
Point at their wounds, and cry aloud—To battle!
Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
And Scipio's ghost walks unreveng'd amongst us!
Cato.Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal
Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason:
True fortitude is seen in great exploits
That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides:
All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Are not the lives of those who draw the sword
In Rome's defence entrusted to our care?
Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter,
Might not th’impartial world with reason say,
We lavish’d at our deaths the blood of thousands,
To grace our fall, and make our ruin glorious?
Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion.
Luc.My thoughts I must confess are turn'd on peace.
Already have our quarrels fill'd the world
With widows, and with orphans: Scythia mourns
Our guilty wars, and earth's remotest regions
Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of Rome:
'Tis time to sheath the sword, and spare mankind.
It is not Cesar, but the gods, my fathers,
The gods declare against us, and repel
Our vain attempts. To urge the foe to battle,
(Prompted by blind revenge, and wild despair)
Were to refuse th’awards of providence,
And not to rest in heaven’s determination.
Already have we shewn our love to Rome,
Now let us shew submission to the gods.
We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves,
But free the commonwealth; when this end fails,
Arms have no further use: our country's cause,
That drew our swords, now wrests 'em from our hands,
And bids us not delight in Roman blood,
Unprofitably shed; what men could do
Is done already: heav'n and earth will witness,
If Rome must fall, that we are innocent.
Semp.This smooth discourse, and mild behaviour oft
Conceal a traitor———Something whispers me
All is not right———Cato beware of Lucius.[Aside to Cato.
Cato.Let us appear nor rash nor diffident;
Immod'rate valour swells into a fault;
And fear, admitted into public councils,
Betrays like treason. Let us shun 'em both.
Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs
Are grown thus desp'rate: we have bulwarks round us:
Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil
In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun;
Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us,
Ready to rise at its young Prince's call.
While there is hope, do not distrust the gods:
But wait at least till Cesar's near approach
Force us to yield. 'Twill never be too late
To sue for chains, and own a conqueror.
Why should Rome fall a moment 'ere her time?
No, let us draw our term of freedom out
In its full length, and spin it to the last,
So shall we gain still one day's liberty;
And let me perish: but in Cato's judgment
A day, an hour of virtuous liberty,
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Enter Marcus.
Marc.Fathers, this moment, as I watch'd the gate,
Lodg'd on my post, a herald is arriv'd
From Cesar's camp, and with him comes old Decius
The Roman knight: he carries in his looks
Impatience, and demands to speak with Cato.
Cato.By your permission, fathers, bid him enter.[Exit Marcus.
Decius was once my friend, but other prospects
Have loos'd those ties, and bound him fast to Cesar.
His message may determine our resolves.
Marc.Fathers, this moment, as I watch'd the gate,
Lodg'd on my post, a herald is arriv'd
From Cesar's camp, and with him comes old Decius
The Roman knight: he carries in his looks
Impatience, and demands to speak with Cato.
Cato.By your permission, fathers, bid him enter.[Exit Marcus.
Decius was once my friend, but other prospects
Have loos'd those ties, and bound him fast to Cesar.
His message may determine our resolves.
SCENE II.
Decius, Cato.
Decius.
Cesar sends health to Cato———
Cato.Cou'd he send it
To Cato's slaughter'd friends, it would be welcome.
Are not your orders to address the senate?
Dec.My business is with Cato; Cesar sees
The straits to which you're driven; and, as he knows
Cato's high worth, is anxious for your life.
Cato.My life is grafted on the fate of Rome.
Wou'd he save Cato? Bid him spare his country.
Tell your dictator this: and tell him, Cato
Disdains a life, which he has power to offer.
Dec.Rome and her senators submit to Cesar
Her gen'rals and her consuls are no more,
Who check'd his conquests, and denied his triumphs.
Why will not Cato be this Cesar's friend?
Cato.Those very reasons thou hast urg'd, forbid it.
Dec.Cato, I've orders to expostulate,
And reason with you, as from friend to friend;
Think on the storm that gathers o'er your head,
And threatens ev'ry hour to burst upon it;
Still may you stand high in your country's honours,
Do but comply, and make your peace with Cesar.
Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato,
As on the second of mankind.
Cato.No more:
I must not think of life on such conditions.
Dec.Cesar is well acquainted with your virtues,
And therefore sets this value on your life:
Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship,
And name your terms.
Cato.Bid him disband his legions,
Restore the commonwealth to liberty,
Submit his actions to the public censure,
And stand the judgment of a Roman senate.
Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend.
Dec.Cato, the world talks loudly of your wisdom—
Cato.Nay more, tho' Cato's voice was ne'er employ'd
To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes,
Myself will mount the Rostrum in his favour,
And strive to gain his pardon from the people.
Dec.A stile like this becomes a conqueror.
Cato.Decius, a stile like this, becomes a Roman.
Dec.What is a Roman, that is Cesar's foe?
Cato.Greater than Cesar: He's a friend to virtue.
Dec.Consider, Cato, you're in Utica,
And at the head of your own little senate:
You don't now thunder in the capitol,
With all the mouths of Rome to second you.
Cato.Let him consider that, who drives us hither!
'Tis Cesar's sword has made Rome's senate little,
And thinn'd its ranks. Alas, thy dazzled eye
Beholds this man in a false glaring light,
Which conquest and success have thrown upon him;
Did'st thou but view him right, thou'dst see him black
With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes,
That strike my soul with horror but to name 'em.
I know thou look'st on me as on a wretch
Beset with ills, and cover'd with misfortunes;
But, by the gods I swear, millions of worlds
Shou'd never buy me to be like that Cesar.
Dec.Does Cato send this answer back to Cesar,
For all his gen'rous cares and proffer'd friendship?
Cato.His cares for me are insolent and vain:
Presumptuous man! the gods take care of Cato.
Wou'd Cesar show the greatness of his soul;
Bid him employ his care for these my friends,
And make good use of his ill-gotten pow'r,
By sheltring men much better than himself.
Dec.Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forget
You are a man. You rush on your destruction.
But I have done. When I relate hereafter
The tale of this unhappy embassy,
All Rome will be in tears.[Exit Decius.
SCENE III.
Cesar sends health to Cato———
Cato.Cou'd he send it
To Cato's slaughter'd friends, it would be welcome.
Are not your orders to address the senate?
Dec.My business is with Cato; Cesar sees
The straits to which you're driven; and, as he knows
Cato's high worth, is anxious for your life.
Cato.My life is grafted on the fate of Rome.
Wou'd he save Cato? Bid him spare his country.
Tell your dictator this: and tell him, Cato
Disdains a life, which he has power to offer.
Dec.Rome and her senators submit to Cesar
Her gen'rals and her consuls are no more,
Who check'd his conquests, and denied his triumphs.
Why will not Cato be this Cesar's friend?
Cato.Those very reasons thou hast urg'd, forbid it.
Dec.Cato, I've orders to expostulate,
And reason with you, as from friend to friend;
Think on the storm that gathers o'er your head,
And threatens ev'ry hour to burst upon it;
Still may you stand high in your country's honours,
Do but comply, and make your peace with Cesar.
Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato,
As on the second of mankind.
Cato.No more:
I must not think of life on such conditions.
Dec.Cesar is well acquainted with your virtues,
And therefore sets this value on your life:
Let him but know the price of Cato's friendship,
And name your terms.
Cato.Bid him disband his legions,
Restore the commonwealth to liberty,
Submit his actions to the public censure,
And stand the judgment of a Roman senate.
Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend.
Dec.Cato, the world talks loudly of your wisdom—
Cato.Nay more, tho' Cato's voice was ne'er employ'd
To clear the guilty, and to varnish crimes,
Myself will mount the Rostrum in his favour,
And strive to gain his pardon from the people.
Dec.A stile like this becomes a conqueror.
Cato.Decius, a stile like this, becomes a Roman.
Dec.What is a Roman, that is Cesar's foe?
Cato.Greater than Cesar: He's a friend to virtue.
Dec.Consider, Cato, you're in Utica,
And at the head of your own little senate:
You don't now thunder in the capitol,
With all the mouths of Rome to second you.
Cato.Let him consider that, who drives us hither!
'Tis Cesar's sword has made Rome's senate little,
And thinn'd its ranks. Alas, thy dazzled eye
Beholds this man in a false glaring light,
Which conquest and success have thrown upon him;
Did'st thou but view him right, thou'dst see him black
With murder, treason, sacrilege, and crimes,
That strike my soul with horror but to name 'em.
I know thou look'st on me as on a wretch
Beset with ills, and cover'd with misfortunes;
But, by the gods I swear, millions of worlds
Shou'd never buy me to be like that Cesar.
Dec.Does Cato send this answer back to Cesar,
For all his gen'rous cares and proffer'd friendship?
Cato.His cares for me are insolent and vain:
Presumptuous man! the gods take care of Cato.
Wou'd Cesar show the greatness of his soul;
Bid him employ his care for these my friends,
And make good use of his ill-gotten pow'r,
By sheltring men much better than himself.
Dec.Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forget
You are a man. You rush on your destruction.
But I have done. When I relate hereafter
The tale of this unhappy embassy,
All Rome will be in tears.[Exit Decius.
SCENE III.
Sempronius, Lucius, Cato.
Semp.Cato, we thank thee.
The mighty genius of immortal Rome
Speaks in thy voice, thy soul breathes liberty.
Cesar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st,
And shudder in the midst of all his conquests.
Luc.The senate owns its gratitude to Cato,
Who with so great a soul consults its safety,
And guards our lives, while he neglects his own.
Semp.Sempronius gives no thanks on this account.
Lucius seems fond of life; but what is life?
'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air
From time to time, or gaze upon the sun:
'Tis to be free. When liberty is gone,
Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.
O cou'd my dying hand but lodge a sword
In Cesar's bosom, and revenge my country,
By heav'ns I cou'd enjoy the pangs of death,
And smile in agony.
Luc.Others, perhaps
May serve their country with as warm a zeal,
Tho' 'tis not kindled into so much rage.
Semp.This sober conduct is a mighty virtue
In lukewarm patriots.
Cato.Come! no more, Sempronius.
All here are friends to Rome,———and to each other.
Let us not weaken still the weaker side
By our divisions.
Semp.Cato, my resentments
Are sacrific'd to Rome———I stand reprov'd.
Cato.Fathers, 'tis time you come to a resolve.
Luc.Cato, we all go in to your opinion.
Cesar's behaviour has convinc'd the senate
We ought to hold it out 'till terms arrive.
Semp. We ought to hold it out 'till death; but, Cato,
My private voice is drown'd amidst the senate's.
Cato.Then let us rise, my friends, and strive to fill
This little interval, this pause of life,
(While yet our liberty and fates are doubtful)
With resolution, friendship, Roman bravery,
And all the virtues we can crowd into it;
That heav'n may say it ought to be prolong'd.
Fathers, farewell———The young Numidian Prince
Comes forward, and expects to know our counsels.[Exeunt Senators.
Semp.Cato, we thank thee.
The mighty genius of immortal Rome
Speaks in thy voice, thy soul breathes liberty.
Cesar will shrink to hear the words thou utter'st,
And shudder in the midst of all his conquests.
Luc.The senate owns its gratitude to Cato,
Who with so great a soul consults its safety,
And guards our lives, while he neglects his own.
Semp.Sempronius gives no thanks on this account.
Lucius seems fond of life; but what is life?
'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air
From time to time, or gaze upon the sun:
'Tis to be free. When liberty is gone,
Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.
O cou'd my dying hand but lodge a sword
In Cesar's bosom, and revenge my country,
By heav'ns I cou'd enjoy the pangs of death,
And smile in agony.
Luc.Others, perhaps
May serve their country with as warm a zeal,
Tho' 'tis not kindled into so much rage.
Semp.This sober conduct is a mighty virtue
In lukewarm patriots.
Cato.Come! no more, Sempronius.
All here are friends to Rome,———and to each other.
Let us not weaken still the weaker side
By our divisions.
Semp.Cato, my resentments
Are sacrific'd to Rome———I stand reprov'd.
Cato.Fathers, 'tis time you come to a resolve.
Luc.Cato, we all go in to your opinion.
Cesar's behaviour has convinc'd the senate
We ought to hold it out 'till terms arrive.
Semp. We ought to hold it out 'till death; but, Cato,
My private voice is drown'd amidst the senate's.
Cato.Then let us rise, my friends, and strive to fill
This little interval, this pause of life,
(While yet our liberty and fates are doubtful)
With resolution, friendship, Roman bravery,
And all the virtues we can crowd into it;
That heav'n may say it ought to be prolong'd.
Fathers, farewell———The young Numidian Prince
Comes forward, and expects to know our counsels.[Exeunt Senators.
SCENE IV.
Cato, Juba.
Cato.Juba, the Roman senate has resolv'd,
'Till time give better prospects, still to keep
The sword unsheath'd, and turn its edge on Cesar.
Juba.The resolution fits a Roman senate.
But, Cato, lend me for a while thy patience,
And condescend to hear a young man speak.
My father, when some days before his death
He order'd me to march for Utica,
(Alas, I thought not then his death so near!)
Wept o'er me, press'd me in his aged arms,
And, as his griefs gave way, My son, said he,
Whatever fortune shall befal thy father,
Be Cato's friend; he'll train thee up to great
And virtuous deeds: Do but observe him well,
Thoul't shun misfortunes, or thoul't learn to bear 'em.
Cato.Juba, thy father was a worthy Prince,
And merited, alas! a better fate;
But heav'n thought otherwise.
Juba.My father's fate,
In spite of all the fortitude that shines
Before my face, in Cato's great example,
Subdues my soul, and fills my eyes with tears.
Cato.It is an honest sorrow, and becomes thee.
Jub.My father drew respect from foreign climes:
The kings of Afric sought him for their friend;
Kings far remote, that rule, as fame reports,
Behind the hidden sources of the Nile,
In distant worlds, on t'other side the sun:
Oft have their black ambassadors appear'd,
Loaden with gifts, and fill'd the courts of Zama.
Cato.I am no stranger to thy father's greatness!
Jub.I would not boast the greatness of my father,
But point out new alliances to Cato.
Had we not better leave this Utica,
To arm Numidia in our cause, and court
Th' assistance of my father's pow'rful friends?
Did they know Cato, our remotest kings
Wou'd pour embattled multitudes about him;
Their swarthy hosts would darken all our plains,
Doubling the native horror of the war,
And making death more grim.
Cato.And can'st thou think
Cato will fly before the sword of Cesar!
Reduc'd like Hannibal to seek relief
From court to court, and wander up and down
A vagabond in Afric!
Jub.Cato, perhaps
I'm too officious; but my forward cares
Wou'd fain preserve a life of so much value.
My heart is wounded, when I see such virtue
Afflicted by the weight of such misfortunes.
Cato.Thy nobleness of soul obliges me.
But know, young Prince, that valour soars above
What the world calls misfortune and affliction.
These are not ills; else wou'd they never fall
On heav'n's first fav'rites, and the best of men:
The gods, in bounty work up storms about us,
That give mankind occasion to exert
Their hidden strength, and throw out into practice
Virtues which shun the day, and lie conceal'd
In the smooth seasons and the calms of life.
Jub.I'm charm'd, whene'er thou talk'st! I pant for virtue!
And all my soul endeavours at perfection.
Cato.Dost thou love watchings, abstinence, and toil,
Laborious virtues all? Learn them from Cato:
Success and fortune must thou learn from Cesar.
Jub.The best good fortune that can fall on Juba,
The whole success at which my heart aspires,
Depends on Cato.
Cato.What does Juba say?
Thy words confound me.
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.
Cato.Juba, the Roman senate has resolv'd,
'Till time give better prospects, still to keep
The sword unsheath'd, and turn its edge on Cesar.
Juba.The resolution fits a Roman senate.
But, Cato, lend me for a while thy patience,
And condescend to hear a young man speak.
My father, when some days before his death
He order'd me to march for Utica,
(Alas, I thought not then his death so near!)
Wept o'er me, press'd me in his aged arms,
And, as his griefs gave way, My son, said he,
Whatever fortune shall befal thy father,
Be Cato's friend; he'll train thee up to great
And virtuous deeds: Do but observe him well,
Thoul't shun misfortunes, or thoul't learn to bear 'em.
Cato.Juba, thy father was a worthy Prince,
And merited, alas! a better fate;
But heav'n thought otherwise.
Juba.My father's fate,
In spite of all the fortitude that shines
Before my face, in Cato's great example,
Subdues my soul, and fills my eyes with tears.
Cato.It is an honest sorrow, and becomes thee.
Jub.My father drew respect from foreign climes:
The kings of Afric sought him for their friend;
Kings far remote, that rule, as fame reports,
Behind the hidden sources of the Nile,
In distant worlds, on t'other side the sun:
Oft have their black ambassadors appear'd,
Loaden with gifts, and fill'd the courts of Zama.
Cato.I am no stranger to thy father's greatness!
Jub.I would not boast the greatness of my father,
But point out new alliances to Cato.
Had we not better leave this Utica,
To arm Numidia in our cause, and court
Th' assistance of my father's pow'rful friends?
Did they know Cato, our remotest kings
Wou'd pour embattled multitudes about him;
Their swarthy hosts would darken all our plains,
Doubling the native horror of the war,
And making death more grim.
Cato.And can'st thou think
Cato will fly before the sword of Cesar!
Reduc'd like Hannibal to seek relief
From court to court, and wander up and down
A vagabond in Afric!
Jub.Cato, perhaps
I'm too officious; but my forward cares
Wou'd fain preserve a life of so much value.
My heart is wounded, when I see such virtue
Afflicted by the weight of such misfortunes.
Cato.Thy nobleness of soul obliges me.
But know, young Prince, that valour soars above
What the world calls misfortune and affliction.
These are not ills; else wou'd they never fall
On heav'n's first fav'rites, and the best of men:
The gods, in bounty work up storms about us,
That give mankind occasion to exert
Their hidden strength, and throw out into practice
Virtues which shun the day, and lie conceal'd
In the smooth seasons and the calms of life.
Jub.I'm charm'd, whene'er thou talk'st! I pant for virtue!
And all my soul endeavours at perfection.
Cato.Dost thou love watchings, abstinence, and toil,
Laborious virtues all? Learn them from Cato:
Success and fortune must thou learn from Cesar.
Jub.The best good fortune that can fall on Juba,
The whole success at which my heart aspires,
Depends on Cato.
Cato.What does Juba say?
Thy words confound me.
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,
When first you rous'd him to the chace! I've seen you
Ev'n in the Lybian dog-days, hunt him down,
Then charge him close, provoke him to the rage
Of fangs and claws, and stooping from your horse
Rivet the panting savage to the ground.
Jub.Pr'ythee, no more!
Syph.How would the old King smile,
To see you weigh the paws, when tipp'd with gold,
And throw the shaggy spoils about your shoulders!
Jub.Syphax, this old man's talk, (tho' honey flow'd
In ev'ry word) wou'd now lose all its sweetness.
Cato's displeas'd, and Marcia lost for ever!
Syph.Young Prince, I yet cou'd give you good advice.
Marcia might still be yours.
Jub.What sayst thou, Syphax?
By heav'ns thou turn'st me all into attention.
Syph.Marcia might still be yours.
Jub.As how, dear Syphax?
Syph.Juba commands Numidia's hardy troops,
Mounted on steeds, unus'd to the restraint
Of curbs or bits, and fleeter than the winds:
Give but the word, we'll snatch this damsel up,
And bear her off.
Jub.Can such dishonest thoughts
Rise up in man! wouldst thou seduce my youth
To do an act that wou'd destroy my honour!
Syph.Gods, I cou'd tear my beard to hear you talk!
Honour's a fine imaginary notion,
That draws in raw and inexperienc'd men
To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
Jub.Wou'dst thou degrade thy Prince into a ruffian?
Syph.The boasted ancestors of these great men,
Whose virtues you admire, were all such ruffians!
This dread of nations, this almighty Rome,
That comprehends in her wide empire's bounds
All under heav'n, was founded on a rape.
Your Scipios, Cesars, Pompeys, and your Catos,
(These gods on earth), are all the spurious brood
Of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines.
Jub.Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine
Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles.
Syph.Indeed, my prince, you want to know the world.
You have not read mankind, your youth admires
The throws and swellings of a Roman soul,
Cato's bold flights, th' extravagance of virtue.
Jub.If knowledge of the world makes men perfidious,
May Juba ever live in ignorance!
Syph.Go, go, you're young.
Jub.Gods, must I tamely bear
This arrogance, unanswer'd! thou'rt a traitor,
A false old traitor.
Syph.I have gone too far.[Aside.
Jub.Cato shall know the baseness of thy soul.
Syph.I must appease this storm, or perish in it.[Aside.
Young Prince, behold these locks that are grown white
Beneath a helmet in your father's battles.
Jub.Those locks shall ne'er protect thy insolence.
Syph.Must one rash word, th' infirmity of age,
Throw down the merit of my better years?
This the reward of a whole life of service!
—Curse on the boy! how steadily he hears me![Aside.
Jub.Is it because the throne of my forefathers
Still stands unfill'd, and that Numidia's crown
Hangs doubtful yet, whose head it shall inclose,
Thou thus presum'st to treat thy Prince with scorn?
Syph.Why will you rive my heart with such expressions?
Does not old Syphax follow you to war?
What are his aims! why does he load with darts
His trembling hand, and crush beneath a cask
His wrinkled brows? what is it he aspires to?
Is it not this? to shed the slow remains,
His last pour ebb of blood, in your defence?
Jub.Syphax, no more! I would not hear you talk.
Syph.Not hear me talk! what, when my faith to Juba,
My royal master's son, is call'd in question?
My prince may strike me dead, and I'll be dumb:
But whilst I live I must not hold my tongue,
And languish out old age in his displeasure.
Jub.Thou know'st the way too well into my heart,
I do believe thee loyal to thy Prince.
Syph.What greater instance can I give? I've offer'd
To do an action, which my soul abhors,
And gain you whom you love at any price.
Jub.Was this thy motive? I have been too hasty.
Syph.And 'tis for this my Prince has call'd me traitor.
Jub.Sure thou mistak'st; I did not call thee so.
Syph.You did, indeed, my Prince, you call'd me traitor.
Nay, further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato.
Of what, my Prince, wou'd you complain to Cato?
That Syphax loves you, and wou'd sacrifice
His life, nay more, his honour in your service.
Jub.Syphax, I know thou lov'st me; but indeed
Thy zeal for Juba carry'd thee too far.
Honour's sacred tie, the law of Kings,
The noble mind's distinguishing perfection,
That aids, and strengthens virtue, where it meets her,
And imitates her actions, where she is not:
It ought not to be sported with.
Syph. By heav'ns
I'm ravish'd when you talk thus, tho' you chide me!
Alas, I've hitherto been us'd to think
A blind officious zeal to serve my King
The ruling principle, that ought to burn,
And quench all others in a subject's heart.
Happy the people, who preserve their honour
By the same duties, that oblige their Prince!
Jub. Syphax, thou now begin'st to speak thyself.
Numidia's grown a scorn among the nations
For breach of public vows. Our Punic faith
Is infamous, and branded to a proverb.
Syphax we'll join our cares, to purge away
Our country's crimes, and clear our reputation.
Syph.Believe me, prince, you make old Syphax weep
To hear you talk———but 'tis with tears of joy.
If e'er your father's crown adorn your brows,
Numidia will be blest by Cato's lectures.
Jub.Syphax, thy hand! we'll mutually forget
The warmth of youth, and forwardness of age.
Thy Prince esteems thy worth, and loves thy person,
If e'er the scepter comes into my hand,
Syphax shall stand the second in my kingdom.
Syph.Why will you overwhelm my age with kindness?
My joys grow burdensome, I shan't support it.
Jub.Syphax, farewell. I'll hence, and try to find
Some blest occasion, that may set me right
In Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man
Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admirers. [Exit.
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,
When first you rous'd him to the chace! I've seen you
Ev'n in the Lybian dog-days, hunt him down,
Then charge him close, provoke him to the rage
Of fangs and claws, and stooping from your horse
Rivet the panting savage to the ground.
Jub.Pr'ythee, no more!
Syph.How would the old King smile,
To see you weigh the paws, when tipp'd with gold,
And throw the shaggy spoils about your shoulders!
Jub.Syphax, this old man's talk, (tho' honey flow'd
In ev'ry word) wou'd now lose all its sweetness.
Cato's displeas'd, and Marcia lost for ever!
Syph.Young Prince, I yet cou'd give you good advice.
Marcia might still be yours.
Jub.What sayst thou, Syphax?
By heav'ns thou turn'st me all into attention.
Syph.Marcia might still be yours.
Jub.As how, dear Syphax?
Syph.Juba commands Numidia's hardy troops,
Mounted on steeds, unus'd to the restraint
Of curbs or bits, and fleeter than the winds:
Give but the word, we'll snatch this damsel up,
And bear her off.
Jub.Can such dishonest thoughts
Rise up in man! wouldst thou seduce my youth
To do an act that wou'd destroy my honour!
Syph.Gods, I cou'd tear my beard to hear you talk!
Honour's a fine imaginary notion,
That draws in raw and inexperienc'd men
To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
Jub.Wou'dst thou degrade thy Prince into a ruffian?
Syph.The boasted ancestors of these great men,
Whose virtues you admire, were all such ruffians!
This dread of nations, this almighty Rome,
That comprehends in her wide empire's bounds
All under heav'n, was founded on a rape.
Your Scipios, Cesars, Pompeys, and your Catos,
(These gods on earth), are all the spurious brood
Of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines.
Jub.Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine
Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles.
Syph.Indeed, my prince, you want to know the world.
You have not read mankind, your youth admires
The throws and swellings of a Roman soul,
Cato's bold flights, th' extravagance of virtue.
Jub.If knowledge of the world makes men perfidious,
May Juba ever live in ignorance!
Syph.Go, go, you're young.
Jub.Gods, must I tamely bear
This arrogance, unanswer'd! thou'rt a traitor,
A false old traitor.
Syph.I have gone too far.[Aside.
Jub.Cato shall know the baseness of thy soul.
Syph.I must appease this storm, or perish in it.[Aside.
Young Prince, behold these locks that are grown white
Beneath a helmet in your father's battles.
Jub.Those locks shall ne'er protect thy insolence.
Syph.Must one rash word, th' infirmity of age,
Throw down the merit of my better years?
This the reward of a whole life of service!
—Curse on the boy! how steadily he hears me![Aside.
Jub.Is it because the throne of my forefathers
Still stands unfill'd, and that Numidia's crown
Hangs doubtful yet, whose head it shall inclose,
Thou thus presum'st to treat thy Prince with scorn?
Syph.Why will you rive my heart with such expressions?
Does not old Syphax follow you to war?
What are his aims! why does he load with darts
His trembling hand, and crush beneath a cask
His wrinkled brows? what is it he aspires to?
Is it not this? to shed the slow remains,
His last pour ebb of blood, in your defence?
Jub.Syphax, no more! I would not hear you talk.
Syph.Not hear me talk! what, when my faith to Juba,
My royal master's son, is call'd in question?
My prince may strike me dead, and I'll be dumb:
But whilst I live I must not hold my tongue,
And languish out old age in his displeasure.
Jub.Thou know'st the way too well into my heart,
I do believe thee loyal to thy Prince.
Syph.What greater instance can I give? I've offer'd
To do an action, which my soul abhors,
And gain you whom you love at any price.
Jub.Was this thy motive? I have been too hasty.
Syph.And 'tis for this my Prince has call'd me traitor.
Jub.Sure thou mistak'st; I did not call thee so.
Syph.You did, indeed, my Prince, you call'd me traitor.
Nay, further, threaten'd you'd complain to Cato.
Of what, my Prince, wou'd you complain to Cato?
That Syphax loves you, and wou'd sacrifice
His life, nay more, his honour in your service.
Jub.Syphax, I know thou lov'st me; but indeed
Thy zeal for Juba carry'd thee too far.
Honour's sacred tie, the law of Kings,
The noble mind's distinguishing perfection,
That aids, and strengthens virtue, where it meets her,
And imitates her actions, where she is not:
It ought not to be sported with.
Syph. By heav'ns
I'm ravish'd when you talk thus, tho' you chide me!
Alas, I've hitherto been us'd to think
A blind officious zeal to serve my King
The ruling principle, that ought to burn,
And quench all others in a subject's heart.
Happy the people, who preserve their honour
By the same duties, that oblige their Prince!
Jub. Syphax, thou now begin'st to speak thyself.
Numidia's grown a scorn among the nations
For breach of public vows. Our Punic faith
Is infamous, and branded to a proverb.
Syphax we'll join our cares, to purge away
Our country's crimes, and clear our reputation.
Syph.Believe me, prince, you make old Syphax weep
To hear you talk———but 'tis with tears of joy.
If e'er your father's crown adorn your brows,
Numidia will be blest by Cato's lectures.
Jub.Syphax, thy hand! we'll mutually forget
The warmth of youth, and forwardness of age.
Thy Prince esteems thy worth, and loves thy person,
If e'er the scepter comes into my hand,
Syphax shall stand the second in my kingdom.
Syph.Why will you overwhelm my age with kindness?
My joys grow burdensome, I shan't support it.
Jub.Syphax, farewell. I'll hence, and try to find
Some blest occasion, that may set me right
In Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man
Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admirers. [Exit.
Syphax solus.
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts:
Old age is slow in both———A false old traitor!
These words, rash boy, may chance to cost thee dear.
My heart had still some foolish fondness for thee:
But hence! 'tis gone: I give it to the winds:———
Cesar, I'm wholly thine———
Young men soon give and soon forget affronts:
Old age is slow in both———A false old traitor!
These words, rash boy, may chance to cost thee dear.
My heart had still some foolish fondness for thee:
But hence! 'tis gone: I give it to the winds:———
Cesar, I'm wholly thine———
SCENE VI.
Syphax, Sempronius.
Syph.All hail, Sempronius!
Well! Cato's senate is resolv'd to wait
The fury of a siege, before it yields.
Semp.Syphax, we both were on the verge of fate:
Lucius declar'd for peace, and terms were offer'd
To Cato, by a messenger from Cesar.
Shou'd they submit, 'ere our designs are ripe,
We both must perish in the common wreck,
Lost in the general, undistinguish'd ruin.
Syph.But how stands Cato?
Semp.Thou hast seen mount Atlas:
While storms and tempest thunder on its brow,
And oceans break their billows at its feet,
It stands unmov'd, and glories in its height.
Such is that haughty man; his tow'ring soul,
'Midst all the shocks and injuries of fortune,
Rises superior, and looks down on Cesar.
Syph.But what's this messenger?
Semp.I've practis'd with him,
And found a means to let the victor know
That Syphax and Sempronius are his friends.
But let me now examine in my turn:
Is Juba fixt?
Syph.Yes,———but it is to Cato.
I've try'd the force of ev'ry reason on him,
Sooth'd and caress'd; been angry, sooth'd again,
Laid safety, life, and int'rest in his sight:
But all are vain, he scorns them all for Cato.
Semp.Come, 'tis no matter; we shall do without him,
He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph,
And serve to trip before the victor's chariot.
Syphax, I now may hope thou hast forsook
Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
Syph.May she be thine as fast as thou wouldst have her.
Semp.Syphax, I love that woman; tho' I curse
Her and myself, yet spite of me, I love her.
Syph.Make Cato sure, and give up Utica;
Cesar will ne'er refuse thee such a trifle.
But are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt?
Does the sedition catch from man to man,
And run among the ranks?
Semp.All, all is ready;
The factious leaders are our friends, that spread
Murmurs and discontents among the soldiers.
They count their toilsome marches, long fatigues,
Unusual fastings, and will bear no more
This medley of philosophy and war.
Within an hour they'll storm the senate house.
Syph.Mean while I'll draw up my Numidian troops
Within the square, to exercise their arms,
And as I see occasion favour thee.
I laugh to see how your unshaken Cato
Will look aghast, while unforeseen destruction
Pours in upon him thus from every side.
So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend,
Sudden th'impetuous hurricanes descend,
Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play,
Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away.
The helpless traveller, with wild surprise,
Sees the dry desart all around him rise,
And smother'd in the dusty whirlwind dies. [Exeunt.
Syph.All hail, Sempronius!
Well! Cato's senate is resolv'd to wait
The fury of a siege, before it yields.
Semp.Syphax, we both were on the verge of fate:
Lucius declar'd for peace, and terms were offer'd
To Cato, by a messenger from Cesar.
Shou'd they submit, 'ere our designs are ripe,
We both must perish in the common wreck,
Lost in the general, undistinguish'd ruin.
Syph.But how stands Cato?
Semp.Thou hast seen mount Atlas:
While storms and tempest thunder on its brow,
And oceans break their billows at its feet,
It stands unmov'd, and glories in its height.
Such is that haughty man; his tow'ring soul,
'Midst all the shocks and injuries of fortune,
Rises superior, and looks down on Cesar.
Syph.But what's this messenger?
Semp.I've practis'd with him,
And found a means to let the victor know
That Syphax and Sempronius are his friends.
But let me now examine in my turn:
Is Juba fixt?
Syph.Yes,———but it is to Cato.
I've try'd the force of ev'ry reason on him,
Sooth'd and caress'd; been angry, sooth'd again,
Laid safety, life, and int'rest in his sight:
But all are vain, he scorns them all for Cato.
Semp.Come, 'tis no matter; we shall do without him,
He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph,
And serve to trip before the victor's chariot.
Syphax, I now may hope thou hast forsook
Thy Juba's cause, and wishest Marcia mine.
Syph.May she be thine as fast as thou wouldst have her.
Semp.Syphax, I love that woman; tho' I curse
Her and myself, yet spite of me, I love her.
Syph.Make Cato sure, and give up Utica;
Cesar will ne'er refuse thee such a trifle.
But are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt?
Does the sedition catch from man to man,
And run among the ranks?
Semp.All, all is ready;
The factious leaders are our friends, that spread
Murmurs and discontents among the soldiers.
They count their toilsome marches, long fatigues,
Unusual fastings, and will bear no more
This medley of philosophy and war.
Within an hour they'll storm the senate house.
Syph.Mean while I'll draw up my Numidian troops
Within the square, to exercise their arms,
And as I see occasion favour thee.
I laugh to see how your unshaken Cato
Will look aghast, while unforeseen destruction
Pours in upon him thus from every side.
So, where our wide Numidian wastes extend,
Sudden th'impetuous hurricanes descend,
Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play,
Tear up the sands, and sweep whole plains away.
The helpless traveller, with wild surprise,
Sees the dry desart all around him rise,
And smother'd in the dusty whirlwind dies. [Exeunt.