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  Act. The first scene one a hall Enterpodius and Marcus. The dawn is
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  overcast, the morning lours and heavily in clouds brings on the day the great,
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  the important day beg with fate of Cato and of Rome. Our father's
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  death would fill up all the guilt of civil war and close the scene of
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  blood. Already Caesar has ravaged more than half the globe and seize mankind grown
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  thin by his destructive sword. Should he go farther, numbers would be wanting
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  to form new battles and support his crimes. Ye, Gods, what havoc
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  does ambition make among your works? Thy steady temper porches can look on guilt's
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  rebellion, fraud, and Caesar in the calm LIFs of mild philosophy, and
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  torturedly into madness. Soon I think on the proud victor every time he's named
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  for Sialia rise to my view. I see the insulting tyrant prancing o'er,
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  the field strewed with Rome citizens and drenched in slaughter. His horse's hoofs wet
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  with patrician blood. Oh, Porteus, is there not some chosen curse,
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  some hidden The thunder and the stalls of heaven, red with uncommon wrath to
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  blast than man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin. Believe me,
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  Marcus tis an impious greatness and mix'd with too much horror to be envied?
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  How does the luster of our father's actions, through the dark cloud of ills
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  that cover him, break out and burn with more triumphant brightness his sufferings shine
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  and spread a glory round him? Greatly unfortunate, he fights the cause of
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  honor, virtue, liberty, and rome. His sword and air fell,
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  but on the guilty head oppression, tyranny, and power usurped draw all the
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  vengeance of his arm upon them. Who knows not this? But what can
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  Kate do against a world, a base, degenerate world that courts the yoke
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  and bows neckle Caesar pent up in utica, He vainly forms the poor epitome
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  of Roman greatness, and covered with numidian guards, directs a feeble army and
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  an empty senate remnants of mighty battles fought in vain by heaven. Such virtue
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  joined us, Such success distracts my very soul. Our father's fortune would almost
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  tempt us to renounce his precepts. Remember what our father oft has told us.
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  The ways of heaven are dark and intricate, puzzled in mazes and perplexed
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  with errors. Our understanding traces them in vain, lost and bewildered in the
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  fruitless search, nor sees with how much art the windings run, nor where
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  the regular confusion ends. These are suggestions of a mind at ease, Oh
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  Portius, didst thou taste? But have the griefs that wring my soul?
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  Thou couldst not talk thus coldly passion, unpitied and successless love plant daggers in
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  my heart and aggreate my other griefs. Where but my Lucia kind poor he
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  is aside? Thou seest not that thy brother is thy rival, But I
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  must hide it, for I know thy temper. Behold young Juba, the
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  Numidian prince, with how much care he forms himself to glory and breaks the
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  fierceness of his native temper to copy out our father's bright example. He loves
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  our sister Marcia, greatly loves her. His eyes, his looks, his
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  actions all betray it. But still the smothered fondness burns within him when most
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  it swells and labors for a vent. The sense of honor and desire of
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  fame drive the big passion back into his heart. What shall an African?
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  Shall Juba's air reproach Great Cato's son and show the world of virtue wanting in
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  a Roman's soul potious? No more your words leave stings behind them. Whenere
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  did jubal did Portius show a virtue that has cast me at a distance and
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  thrown me out in the pursuit of honor? Marcus? I know thy generous
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  temper well fling, But the appearance of dishonor on it its strait takes fire
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  and mounts into a blaze. A brother's sufferings claim a brother's pity. Heaven
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  knows I pity thee behold my eyes even whilst I speak, Do thy not
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  swim in tears? Were but my heart has naked to thy view? Marcus
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  would see it bleed in his behalf. Why then dost treat me with rebukes
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  instead of kind, condoling cares and friendly sorrow? Oh Marcus? Did I
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  know the way to ease thy troubled heart and mitigate thy pains? Marcus?
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  Believe me I could die to do it. Thou best of brothers, and
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  thou best of friends. Pardon a weak, distempered soul that swells with sudden
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  gusts and sinks as soon and calms the sport of passions. But Sempronius comes,
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  he must not find this softness hanging on me. He is it Marcus
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  enter Semproni, Sempronius. Aside conspiracies, no sooner should be formed than executed.
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  What means portious? Here? I like not that cold youth. I
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  must assemble and speak a language foreign to my heart. Good morrow, porters,
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  let us once embrace, once more embrace, while yet we both are
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  free. Tomorrow, should we thus express our friendship, each might receive a
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  slave into his arms. This sun, perhaps this morning Sun's the last day
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  shall rise on Roman liberty. My father has this morning called together to this
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  poor hall, his little Roman Senate, the leavings of Fassalia, to consult
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  if he can yet oppose the mighty torrent that bears down Rome and all her
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  gods before it, or must at length give up the world to seize her.
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  Not all the pomp and majesty of Rome can raise our Senate more than
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  Cato's presence. His virtues render assembly awful they strike with something like religious fear,
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  and may even sees that tremble at the head of armies flushed with conquest.
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  Oh, my porsches, could I but call that wondrous man my father
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  would? But thy sister master, be pitious to thy friend's vows, I
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  might be blessed. Indeed, alas Sempronius, wouldst thou talk of love to
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  Marcia whilst her father's life's in danger. Thou mightest as well caught the pale
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  trembling Vestal when she beholds the holy flame expiring. The more I see the
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  wonders of thy race, the more I'm charmed. Thou must take heed my
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  porches. The world has all its eyes on Cato's son. Thy father's merit
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  sets THEE up to view and shows THEE in the fairest point of light,
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  to make thy virtues or thy faults conspicuous. Well, dost thou seem to
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  check my lingering here in this important hour? As straight away, and while
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  the fathers of the Senate meet in close debate to weigh the events of war,
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  I'll animate the soldier's drooping courage with love of freedom and contempt of life
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  our thunder in their ears their country's cause and try to rouse up all that's
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  Roman in them. Tis not immortals to command success. But we'll do more,
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  Sempronius, we'll deserve it. Exit gus On. That's stripling how he
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  apes his sire and bitterly sententious. But I wonder old Sifox comes not his
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  Numidian geniuses were disposed to mischief. Will he prompt an negro on it?
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  But he must be spurred and every moment quick into the course. Kato has
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  used me ill he's refused his daughter Marsha to my ardent vows. Besides his
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  baffled arms and ruined cause are bars to my ambition. Caesar's favor showers down
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  greatness on his friends, will raise me to Rome's finest honors. If I
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  give up Cato, I claim in my reward, his captive daughter Sifux comes
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  enter scifac somempronius. All is ready. I've sounded my numidians man by man,
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  and find them ripe for a revolt. They all complain aloud of Cato's
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  discipline and wait, but the command to change their master. Believe me,
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  say facts. There's no time to waste. Even while we speak our conqueror
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  comes on and gathers ground upon us every moment. Alas, then, nurse
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  not Caesar's active soul with what a dreadful cause. He rushes on from wa
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  to war in vain, as nature formed mountains and oceans to pose his passage.
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  He bounds over all. One day more, was said the victor,
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  thundering at our gates. But tell me, hast thou yet drawn o'er young
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  Juba that still would recommend thee more to Caesar and challenge better terms. Alas
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  he's lost, He's lost, some pornius. All his thoughts are full of
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  Cato's virtues. But I'll try once more for every instant I expect him here.
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  If yet I can't subdue those stubborn principles of faith and honor, and
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  I know not what that have care his numidian temper and struck the infection into
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  all his soul, be sure to press upon him every motive. Jubi's surrender
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  since his father's death, would give up Africa into Caesar's hands, make him
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  lord of half the burning zone. But is it true, Sampronius, that
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  your senate is called together gods? Thou must be cautious. Cato. Has
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  piercing eyes and will discern our frauds unless they are covered thick with art.
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  Let me alone, good, Si Fax. I'll conceal my thoughts In passion
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  tis the surest way. I'll bellow out for Roman, for my country,
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  and mouthed Caesar till I shake the Senate. He will call hipocracies a stale
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  device, a worn out trick. Wouldst thou be thought in earnest cloat,
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  thy fained zealand rage, in fire, in fury, in trough art,
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  able to instruct gray hairs and teach the wide African deceit once more? Be
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  sure to try thy skill on Juba. Remember, Si Fax, we must
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  work in haste. Oh think what anxious moments pass between the birth of plots
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  in their last fatal periods. Oh tis a dread, the interval of time
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  filled up with horror, all and big with death. Destructure hangs on every
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  word we speak and every thought till the concluding stroke determines all and closes our
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  design exit. I'll try, if yet I can reduce to reason this head
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  strong youth and make him spurn at Cato. The time is short. Caesar
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  comes rushing on us, But hold young Juba sees me and approaches entered Juba
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  siefax I joy to meet thee. Thus alone I've observed of late, thy
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  looks are fallen or cast with gloomy cares and discontent. Then tell me sidefax
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  I conjure thee. Tell me what are the thoughts that knit thy brow in
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  frowns and turn thine eye thus coldly on thy prince? Does not my talent
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  conceal my thoughts or carry smiles and sunshine in my face when discontents, It's
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  heavy at my heart. I have not yet so much the Roman in me.
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  Why dost thou cast out such ungenerous terms against the lords and sovereigns of
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  the world. Dost thou not see mankind fall down before them and own the
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  force of their superior virtue? Is there a nation in the wilds of Africa
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  amidst our, barren rocks and burning sands that does not tremble at the Roman
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  name? Gods? Where's the work that sets these people up above your own?
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  Numidia's tawny sons? Do they with toughest sinews bend the bow or flies
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  the javelin swifted to its mark, launched from the vigor of a Roman arm
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  who, like our active African, instructs the farley steed and trains him to
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  his hand, or guides in troops the embattled elephant laden with war. These
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  these are the arts, my Prince, in which your Ozama does not stoop
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  to Rome. These all are virtues of a meaner rank, perfections that are
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  placed in bones and nerves. A Roman soul is bent on higher views.
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  Turn up the eyes to kit there mayest thou see to what a god like
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  height The Roman virtues lift up mortal man, well, good and just,
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  and anxious for his friends, he still severely bent against himself. And when
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  his fortune sets before him, all the pomps and pleasures that his soul can
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  wish is rigid virtue will accept of none. Believe me, Prince, there's
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  not an African that traverses our vast numidian deserts in quest of prey and lives
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  upon his bow. But better, perhaps those boasted virtues cause eye his meals.
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  The fortune of the chase. Amidst the running stream, he slicks his
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  first toils all the day, and at the approach of night, on the
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  first friendly bank, he throws him down, or rests his head upon a
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  rock till morn, then rises fresh, pursues his wanted game. And if
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  the following day he chanced to find a new repast or an untasted spring,
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  bless us his stars and thinks it luxury. Their prejudice is Sidefax won't discern
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  what virtues grow from ignorance and choice, nor how the hero differs from the
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  brood. Where shall we find the man that bears affliction great and majestic in
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  his griefs like Cato? How does he rise against a load of woes and
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  thank the gods that through the weight upon him?'tis pride, rank,
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  pride and haughtiness of salt? I think the Romans call it stoicism. Had
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  not your royal father thought so highly of Roman virtue and of Cato's cause,
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  he had not fallen by a slave's hand inglorious? Why dost thou call my
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  sorrows up afresh? My father's name brings tears into my eyes. Oh,
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  that you profit by your father's ills? What wouldst thou have me do abandon
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  Cato? Sidefas I should be more than twice an orphan by such a loss.
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  Aye, there's the tie that binds you. You long to call him
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  father, Marsius charms works in your heart unseed, and plead for Cato.
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  No wonder you are deaf to all I say, sithe fags, your zeal
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  becomes importunate. I've furtherto permitted it to raive and talkid large, but learned
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  to keep it in lest it should take more freedom. Then I'll give it,
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  sir, Your great father never used me thus alas he's dead, But
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  can you e'er forget the tender sorrows and repeated blessings which you drew from in
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  in your last farewell? But good old King, at parting run my hand,
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  his eyes bring full of tears. Then, sighing, cried prithee,
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  be careful of my son. His grief swelled up so high he could not
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  utter more. Alas thy story melts away my soul, that best of fathers,
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  How shall I discharge the gratitude and duty that I owe him? By
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  laying up his counsels in your heart? His counsels bade me yield to thy
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  direction. Then sidefax chide me in severe terms, vent all thy passion and
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  outstand its shock. Calm and unruffled as a summers see when not a breath
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  of wind flies or its surface. Alas, my prince, i'd guide you
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  to your safety. I do believe thou wouldst But tell me how fly from
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  the fate that follows Caesar's foes. My father's scorned to do it, and
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  therefore died. Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths than wound my honor.
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  Rather say your love, Sifax, I've promised to preserve my temper. Why
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  wilt thou urge me to confess a flame I long have stifled and would vain
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  conceal. Believe me, Prince, though hard to conquer, love tis easy
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  to divert and break its force. Absence might curate, or a second mistress
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  light up another flame and put out this. The going games of Zama's royal
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  court have faces flushed with more exalted charms. Were you with these, my
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  Prince, you'd soon forget. The pale and ripened beauties of the north.
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  Tis not a set of features or complexion, the tincture of a skin that
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  I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, fades in his eye
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  and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. True
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  she is fair, Oh how divinely fair, But still the lovely maid improves
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  her charms withinward greatness, unaffected wisdom, and sanctity of manners. Kato's soul
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  shines out in everything she acts or speaks, while winning mildness and attractive smeles
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  dwell in her looks, and, with becoming grace, soften the rigor of
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  her father's virtue. How does your tongue grow wanton in her praise? But
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  on my knees I beg you would consider ah Scifax is not she? She
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  moves this way and with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter. My heart beats
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  thick. I prythee Sifax leave me. Ten thousand curses fasten on them both.
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  Now will the woman with a single glance and do what I've been laboring
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  all this? While exit Sifax, enter Marcia and Lucia Hail charming maid.
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  How does thy beauty smooth the face of war and make even horror smile?
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  Out sight of thee? My heart shakes off its sorrows. I feel a
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  dawn of joy upon me, and for a while forget the approach of Caesar.
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  I should be grieved, young Prince, to think my presence unbent your
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  thoughts and slackened them to arms. While warm with slaughter, our victorious foe
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  threatens aloud and calls you to the field. Oh Marcia, let me hope
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  thy kind concerns and gentle wishes followed me to battle. The thought will give
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  new vigor to my arm, and strength and weight to my descending sword,
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  and drive it in a tempest on the foe. My prayers and wishes always
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  shall attend the friends of Rome, the glorious cause of virtue and men approved
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  by the Gods and Cato, that Juba may deserve thy pious cares. I'll
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  gaze forever on thy godlike father, transplanting one by one into my life his
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  bright perfections, till I shine like him. My father never at a time
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  like this would lay out his great soul in words and waste such precious moments.
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  Thy reproofs are just thou virtuous maid. I'll hasten to my troops and
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  fire their languid souls with Cato's virtue. If ever I lead them to the
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  field, when all the war shall stand ranged in its just array and dreadful
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  pomp, then will I think on thee O, lovely maid, Then will
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  I think on thee, and in the shock of charging hosts, remember what
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  glorious deeds should grace the man who hopes for Marcia's loved exit. Juba,
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  monsieur, you're too severe? How could you'd chy it the young, good
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  natured prince and drive him from you with so stern an air, a prince
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  that loves and doats on you to death. Tis therefore, Lucia, that
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  I chiede him from me, his air, his voice, his looks,
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  an honest soul, speak all so movingly in his behalf. I dare not
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  trust myself to hear him talk. Why will you fight against so sweet a
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  passion and steal your heart to such a world of charms? How Lucia,
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  wouldst thou have me sink away in pleasing dreams and lose myself in love?
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  When every moment Cato's life sit stake, Caesar comes armed with terror and revenge,
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  and aims his thunder at my father's head. Should not the sad occasion
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  swallow up my other cares? Why have I not this constancy of mind,
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  who have so many griefs to try Its force? Sure and nature formed me
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  of his softest, mold and feebled all my soul with tender passions and sunk
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  me even below my own weak sex. Pity and love by turns oppress my
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  heart. Lucia, disburden all thy cares on me, and let me share
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  thy most retired distress. Tell me who raises up this conflict in THEE.
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  I need not blush to name them when I tell THEE. They're marcius brothers
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  and the sons of Cato. They both behold THEE with their sister's eyes,
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  and often have revealed their passion to me. But tell me which of them
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  is Lucia's choice? Suppose for Porsches, could you blame my choice? Oh
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  Porsches, thou hast stolen away my soul. Marcus is overwarm. His fond
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  complaints have so much earnestness and passion in them. I hear him with a
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  secret kind of horror and tremble at his vehemence of temper alas poor youth,
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  How will thy coldness raise tempest and storms in his afflicted bosom? I dread
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  the consequence you seem to plead against your brother, Porsches. Heaven forbid,
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  had Porschius been the unsuccessful lover the same compassion would have fallen on him or
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  self a virgin love distressed like mine. Porschus himself of falls in tears before
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  me, as if he on his rival's ill success then bids me hight the
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  motions of my heart, nor show which way it turns. So much he
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  fears the sad effect that it will have on Marcus. Let us, not
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  Lucia, aggravate our sorrows, but to the God submit the event of things.
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  Our lives, discolored with our present woes, may still grow bright and
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  smile with happier hours. So the pure limpid stream, when file with stains
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  of rushing torrets and descending rains, works itself clear, and as it runs
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  refines till by degrees the floating mirror shines reflects each flower that on the border
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  grows, and a new heaven in its fair Bosom shows excellent end of Act
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  one, Act the second scene one, the Senate sitting flourish entercado, fathers,
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  we once again are met in council. Caesar's approach has summoned us together,
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  and Rome attends her fate from our resolves, How shall we treat this
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  bold, aspiring man. Success still follows him and backs his crimes Varsalia gave
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  him Rome Egypt has since receiv'd his yoke, and the whole Nile is Caesar's.
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  Why should I mention Juba's overthrow, Incipio's death, Numidia's burning sands till
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  smoke with blood. Tis time we should decree what course to take. Our
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  foe advances on us and envies us. Even Libya's sulp tree deserts. Father's
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  pronounce your thoughts? Are they still fix'd? Hold it out and fight it
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  to the last? Where are your hearts subdued at length and wrought by time
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  and ill success to a submission? Zimpronius speak? Gods? Can Rome senate
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  long debate which of the two to choose? Slavery your death? No?
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  Let us rise at once, gird on our swords, and at the head
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  of our amening troops, attack the foe, break through the thick array of
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  his thronged legions, and charge home upon him. Perhaps some arm more lucky
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  than the rest may reach his heart and free the world from bondage. Rise
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  Father's rise, Tis, Rome demands your help. Rise and revenge our slaughtered
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  citizens, or share their fate to battle. Great Pompey's shade complains that we
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  are slow, and Scapio's ghost walks unavenged amongst us. Let not a torrent
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  of impetuous zeal transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason. True forty two
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  is seen in great exploits, that justice warrants, and that wisdom guides All.
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  Else is towering frenzy and distraction. Lucius, we next would know what's
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  your opinion? My thoughts, I must confess, are turned on peace.
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  Already have our quarrels filled the world with widows and with orphans. Scythia mourns
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  our guilty wars, and Earth's remotest regions lie half unpeopled by the feuds of
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  Rome. Tis time to sheathe the sword and spare mankind. Already have we
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  shown our love to Rome. Now let us show submission to the gods.
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  We took up arms not to revenge ourselves, but free the commonwealth. When
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  this end fails, arms have no further use our country's cause that drew our
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  swords now wrests them from our hands, and bids us not delight in Roman
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  blood unprofitably shed. What men could do is done already. Heaven and Earth
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  will witness if Rome must fall, that we are innocent, let us appear
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  nor rash nor diffident. Immoderate valor swells into a fault and fear admitted into
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  public councils betrays like treason. Let us shun them both, fathers, I
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  cannot see that our affairs are grown thus desperate. We have bulwarks round us,
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  within our walls, our troops an oord to toil in Afric's heat,
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  and seasoned to the sun. Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, ready to
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  rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope. Do not distrust
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  the gods, but wait, at least till Caesar's near approach force us to
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  yield tall. Never be too late to sue for chains and own a conqueror.
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  Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us
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  draw her term of freedom out in its full length and spin it to the
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  last. So shall we gain still one day's liberty and let me perish?
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  But in Cato's judgment, a day an hour of virtuous liberty is worth a
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  whole eternity in bondage. Enter Marcus father's this moment, as I watched the
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  gate lodged on my post. A herald is arrived from Caesar's camp, and
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  within comes Old Decius, the Roman knight. He carries and his looks in
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  patience and demands to speak with Cato. By your permission and father's bid him.
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  Enter exit. Marcus Deseus was once my friend, but other prospects have
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  loosed those ties and bound him fast to Caesar. His message may determine our
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  resolves. Enter Odysseus. Caesar sends health to Kato. Could he send it
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  to Kato's slaughtered friends? It would be welcome. Are not your orders to
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  address the Senate? My business is with Kato. Caesar sees the straits to
• 30:40
  which you're driven, and as he knows Cato's high worth, is anxious for
• 30:45
  your life. My life is grafted on the fate of Rome. Would he
• 30:52
  save Cato? Bid him spare his country? Tell your dictator this, and
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  tell him Cato disdains a life which she has power to offer. Rome and
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  her senators submit to Caesar. Her generals and her counsels are no more who
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  checked his conquests and denied his priumphs. Why will not kto be this Caesar's
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  friend? These very reasons thou hast urged forbid it, Kato, I've orders
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  to expostulate and reason with you as from friend to friend. Think on the
• 31:38
  storm that gathers o'er your head and threatens every hour to burst upon it.
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  Still, may you stand high in your country's honors. Do but comply and
• 31:52
  make your peace with Caesar. Rome will rejoice and cast its eyes on Cato
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  as the second of mankind. No more, I must not think of life
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  on such conditions. Caesar is well acquainted with your virtues, and therefore sets
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  this value on your life. Let him but null the price of Cato's friendship
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  and name your terms. Bid him disband his legions, restore the commonwealth to
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  liberty, submit his actions to the public, censure, and stand the judgment
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  of a Roman senate. Bid him do this, and Cato is his friend.
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  Kato. The world talks loudly of your wisdom. Nay more, though
• 32:52
  Cato's voice was ne'er employed to clear the guilty into varnish crimes, my so
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  will mount the rostrum in his favor and strive to gain his pardon from the
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  people. A style like this becomes a conqueror deseus. A style like this
• 33:15
  becomes a Roman. What is a Roman that is Caesar's foe? Greater than
• 33:22
  Caesar? He's a friend to virtue. Consider, Cato, you're in Utica
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  and at the head of your own little senate. You do not thunder in
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  the capitol with all the mouths of Rome to second you? Let him consider
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  that who drives us hither tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little and thinned
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  its ranks. Alas thy dazzled eye beholds this man in a false, glaring
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  light, which conquests and success have thrown upon him, didst thou but view
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  him right? Thou'st see him black with murder, treason, sacrilegion, crimes
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  that strike my soul with horror. But to name them, I know thou
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  lookest on me as honor wretch, be set with ills and covered with misfortunes.
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  But by the Gods, I swear millions of worlds should never buy me
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  to be like that Caesar. Does Kato send this answer back to Caesar?
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  For all his generous cares and proffered friendship, his cares for me are insolent
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  and vain, presumptuous man, The gods take care of Kato. Would Caesar
• 34:47
  show the greatness of his soul. Bid him employ his care for these my
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  friends, and make good use of his ill gotten power by sheltering men much
• 35:00
  better than himself. Your high, unconquered heart makes you forget you are a
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  man. You rush on your destruction. But I have done. Will I
• 35:15
  relate hereafter the tale of this unhappy embassy, all Rome will be in tears.
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  Exitdysseus Kato. We thank thee, the mighty genius of immortal Rome speaks
• 35:30
  in thy voice, thy soul with liberty. He's all shrinked to hear the
• 35:35
  words thou utterest and shudder the midst of all his conquests. The Senate owes
• 35:39
  its gratitude to Cato, who, with so great a soul, consults its
• 35:45
  safety and guards our lives while he neglects his own. Sopranis gives no thanks
• 35:53
  on this account. Lucia seems fond of life, But what is life?
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  Does not talk about and draw for share from time to time or gaze upon
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  the sun? Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, life grows
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  insipid. Come no more, saimpronius. I'll hear our friends to Rome and
• 36:13
  to each other. Let us not weaken still the weaker side by our divisions.
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  Kato, my resentments are sacrifice to Rome. I stand reproved. Fathers.
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  Tis time you come to a resolve, Kato, we all go in
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  your opinion. Caesar's behavior has convinced the Senate. We ought to hold it
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  out till terms arrive. We ought to hold it out till death. But
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  Kato, my private voice is drowned and miss the Senate. Then let us
• 36:51
  rise, my friends, and strive to fill this little interval, this pause
• 36:57
  of life. Well. Yet our liberty and fates are doubtful. With resolution,
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  friendship, Roman, bravery, and all the virtues we can crowd into
• 37:07
  it, that heaven may say it ought to be prolonged. Fathers, farewell.
• 37:15
  The young Numidian prince comes forward and expects to know our councils. Excellent
• 37:22
  senators entered Juba, Juba. The Roman Senate has resolved till time give better
• 37:32
  prospects still to keep the sword unsheathed and turn its edge on Caesar. The
• 37:40
  resolution fits a Roman senate, But Cato none me for a while thy patience,
• 37:47
  and condescend to hear a young man speak my father, when some days
• 37:53
  before his death he ordered me to march for Utica. Lass I thought not.
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  Then his death so near wept o'er me pressed me in his aged arms,
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  And as his griefs gave way, my son said, he, whatever
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  fortune shall befall thy father, be Kto's friend. He'll train THEE up to
• 38:19
  great and virtuous deeds. Do but observe him well. Thou'lt shun misfortunes,
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  or thout learn to bear them. Juba, thy father was a worthy prince
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  and merited alas a better fate, But Heaven thought otherwise. My father's fate,
• 38:39
  in spite of all the fortitude that shines before my face in Kato's great
• 38:45
  example, subdues my soul and fills my eyes with tears. It is an
• 38:52
  honest sorrow and becomes thee. My father drew respect from foreign climes. The
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  kings of afric sought him for their friend, kings far remote that rule as
• 39:07
  fame reports behind the hidden sources of the Nile. In distant worlds on t'other
• 39:14
  side the sun oft have their black ambassadors appeared, loaden with gifts, and
• 39:21
  filled the courts of Zama. I am no stranger to thy father's greatness.
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  I would not boast the greatness of my father, but point out new alliances
• 39:32
  to Cato. Had we not better leave this Utica to arm Numidia in our
• 39:38
  cause and court the assistance of my father's powerful friends, Did they know Cato,
• 39:45
  our remotest kings, would pour embattled multitudes about him. Their swarthy hosts
• 39:52
  would dorken all our plains, doubling the native horror of the war and making
• 39:58
  death more grim. And canst thou think Cato will fly before the sword of
• 40:04
  Caesar Reduc'd like Hannibal, to seek relief from court to court and wander up
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  and down a vagabond in afric. Kato perhaps unto officious, But my forward
• 40:19
  cares would fain preserve a life of so much value. My heart is wounded
• 40:23
  when I see such virtue afflicted by the weight of such misfortunes. Thy nobleness
• 40:30
  of soul obliges me. But know, young Prince, that valor soars above
• 40:37
  what the world calls misfortune and affliction. These are not ills, else would
• 40:45
  they never fall on Heaven's first favorites and the best of men. The gods
• 40:52
  in bounty work up storms about us that give mankind occasion to exert hidden strength
• 41:00
  and throw out into practice virtues which shun the day and lie concealed in the
• 41:07
  smooth seasons and the calms of life. I'm charmed whene'er thou talkest. I
• 41:15
  pant for virtue, and all my soul endeavors that perfection. Dost thou love,
• 41:22
  watchings, abstinence, and toil laborious virtues. All learn them from Cato.
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  Success and fortune? Must thou learn from Caesar? The best good fortune
• 41:37
  that can fall on Juba. The whole success at which my heart aspires depends
• 41:43
  on Cato. What does Juba say? Thy words confound me? I would
• 41:50
  fain retract them, Give them me back again. They aimed at nothing.
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  Tell me thy wish, young Prince. Make not my ear a stranger to
• 42:00
  thy thoughts. Oh they're extravagant. Still let me hide them. What can
• 42:07
  Juba ask that Kato will refuse? I fear to name it. Marcia inherits
• 42:15
  all her father's virtues. What wouldst thou say, Kato, thou hast a
• 42:22
  daughter? Adieu, Young Prince? I would not hear a word should lessen
• 42:28
  thee in my esteem? Remember the hand of fate is over us in heaven.
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  Exact severity from all our thoughts. It is not now a time to
• 42:39
  talk of aught but chains or conquest, liberty or death, exit and your
• 42:49
  scifax. How's this, my prince? What covered with confusion? You look
• 42:54
  as if Yon's stern philosopher had just thou chied you, sy thags. I'm
• 43:01
  undone. I know it well. Kato thinks meanly of me, and so
• 43:07
  will all mankind. I've opened to him the weakness of my soul, my
• 43:13
  love for Marcia. Kato's a proper person to entrust a lovetail with. Oh,
• 43:20
  I could pierce my heart, my foolish heart. Alas, my prince,
• 43:24
  how are you changed of late? I've known young Juba rise before the
• 43:30
  sun to beat the thicket where the tiger slept, or seek the lion in
• 43:34
  his dreadful haunts. I've seen you, even in the Libyan dog days,
• 43:37
  hunt him down, then charge him closer, and, stooping from your horse,
• 43:42
  rivet the panting savage to the ground. Prithee no more? How would
• 43:47
  the old king smile to see where the paws when tipped with gold and throw
• 43:53
  the shaggy spoils about your shoulders? Sive Fag's this old man's talk, though
• 44:00
  he flowed in every word would now lose all its sweetness. Kato's displeased,
• 44:05
  and Marcia lost forever. Young Prince, I yet could give you good advice.
• 44:12
  Marcia might still be yours as how dear Sifax Juba commands Numidia's hardy troops,
• 44:21
  mounted on steeds, unused to the restraint of curbs or bets, and
• 44:24
  fleeter than the winds give but the word we snatch this damsel up and bearer
• 44:30
  off. Can such dishonest thoughts rise up in man which they'll seduce my youth
• 44:37
  to do an act that would destroy my honor? God, I could tear
• 44:40
  my hair to hear you talk, honors, a fine imaginary notion that draws
• 44:45
  in raw and inexperienced men to real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow which
• 44:51
  thou degrade thy Prince into a ruffian, the boasted ancestors of these great men
• 44:58
  whose virtues you at my all such ruffians. The dread of nations, this
• 45:02
  almighty rome, the comprehension, her wide empires, bounds all under heaven was
• 45:08
  founded on a rape. Your Skippios, Caesar's Pompeys, and your Cato's,
• 45:15
  But gods on earth are all the spurious blood of violated maids, of ravished
• 45:21
  sabines. Sifax, I fear that are ahead of thine abounds too much in
• 45:27
  our numidian wiles. Indeed, my Prince, you ought to know the world.
• 45:32
  If knowledge of the world makes men perfidious, May Juba ever live in
• 45:37
  ignorance? Go go, You're young gods? Must I tamely bear this arrogance
• 45:45
  unanswered? Thou art a trader, a false old trader. Scifax aside,
• 45:53
  I've gone too far. Kato shall know the baseness of thy soul, sithefax
• 46:00
  Aside, I must appease this storm or perish in it. Young prince,
• 46:06
  behold these locks that are grown white beneath a helmet in your father's battles.
• 46:10
  Those locks shall ne'er protect thy insolence. Must one rash word the infirmity of
• 46:16
  age, throw down the merit of my better years. This the reward of
• 46:22
  a whole life of service. Aside, curse on the boy. How steadily
• 46:27
  he hears me scie facts, no more, I would not hear you talk,
• 46:31
  not hear me talk. What when my faith to Juba, my royal
• 46:37
  Master's son, is called in question, my Prince may strike me dead,
• 46:40
  and I'll be dumb, But whilst I live, I must not hold my
• 46:45
  tongue and languish out old age in his displeasure. Thou knowest the way too
• 46:50
  well, and too my heart, I do believe THEE loyal to thy prince?
• 46:54
  What great instance can I give? I have offered to do an action
• 46:58
  which my soul abhause and gain you, whom you love, at any price?
• 47:02
  Was this thy motives? I've been too hasty, and tis for this
• 47:07
  my Prince has called me traitor. Sure, thou mistakest I did not call
• 47:13
  THEE so you did. Indeed, my Prince, you called me traitor.
• 47:16
  Nay further threaten you'd complain to Kato of what my prince? Would you complain
• 47:22
  to Cato that Saphax loves you and would sacrifice his life, nay more his
• 47:27
  honor in your service? Cyfax, I know thou lovest me, But indeed
• 47:32
  thy zeal for Juba carried THEE too far. Honors as sacred tie the love
• 47:38
  of kings. The noble man's distinguishing perfection that aids and strengthens virtue where it
• 47:44
  meets her, and imitates her actions where she is not. It ought not
• 47:49
  to be sported with believe me, Prince, you make old Sapax weep to
• 47:52
  hear you talk. But tis with tears of joy. If ere your father's
• 47:58
  crown adorn your brows, video will be blessed by Cato's lectures. Sifax,
• 48:04
  thy hand, we'll mutually forget the warmth of youth and forwardness of age.
• 48:08
  Thy prince esteems thy worth and loves thy person. If the scepter come into
• 48:14
  my hand, Sifax shall stand the second in my kingdom. Why will you
• 48:20
  overwhelm my age with kindness? My joys grow burdensome. I shan't support it,
• 48:25
  Sifax, farewell. I'll hands and try to find some blast occasion that
• 48:30
  may set me right. In Cato's thoughts, I'd rather have that man approve
• 48:35
  my deeds than worlds. For my admirers exit. Young men soon give and
• 48:43
  soon forget affronts. Old age is slow in both a false old traitor.
• 48:49
  These words rash boy, may chance to cost the dear. My heart had
• 48:53
  still some foolish fondness for the but hence tis gone. I give it to
• 48:58
  the winds. Caesar, I am wholly thine andrews and proneus all hails some
• 49:05
  pronius Well cato so let Us resolved to wait the fury of a siege before
• 49:09
  it yields si Fax. We both were on the verge of fate. Lucia's
• 49:14
  declared for peace, and terms were offered to Cato by a messenger from Caesar.
• 49:17
  Should they submit ere, our designs are ripe. We both must perish
• 49:21
  in the common wreck, lost in the general undistinguished ruin. But how stands
• 49:25
  Cato? Thou hast seen Mount Atlas, whilst storms and tempest thunder on its
• 49:30
  brows, and oceans break their billows at its feet. It stands unmoved,
• 49:34
  and glories in its height, such as that haughty man, his towering soul
• 49:38
  miss all the shocks, the news of fortune ridses superior and looks down on
• 49:43
  Caesar. But what's this messenger? I've practiced with him and found the means
• 49:46
  to let the victor know that sifax Is Semporis are as friends. But let
• 49:52
  me now examine in my turn's duba fixed. Yes, but it is Cato.
• 49:57
  I've tried the force of every reason on him. Soon carest, being
• 50:00
  angry, soothed again, laid safety, life and interest in his sight.
• 50:05
  But all are vain. He scorns them all for Cato. Come tis no
• 50:09
  matter we shall do without him. He'll make a pretty figure in a triumph
• 50:13
  and serve the trip before the victor's tariot. Sy Fax, I now may
• 50:16
  hope thou hast forsook thy Juba's cause and wishest marchha mine. May she be
• 50:22
  thine as fast as thou wouldst have her, Si Fax, I love that
• 50:25
  woman, tho I curse her and myself, Yet spite of me I love
• 50:30
  her. Make Cato sure and give up Utica. Caesar will never refuse THEE
• 50:36
  such a trifle. But are thy troops prepared for a revolt? Does a
• 50:39
  susedition catch from man to man and run among the ranks? All all is
• 50:45
  ready? The factious leaders are our friends that spread murmurs and discontents among the
• 50:49
  soldiers. They count their toilsome marches, long fatigues, unusual fastings, and
• 50:53
  will hear no more this medley philosophy and war. Within an hour they'll storm
• 50:58
  the Senate House. Meanwhile, I'll drop my Numidian troops within the square to
• 51:02
  exercise their arms. And as I see occasion favor THEE, I laugh to
• 51:07
  see how your unshaken Cato will look aghast while unforeseen destruction paws in upon him.
• 51:13
  Thus from every side, so where our wide nominian wastes extend sudden though,
• 51:19
  the imperious hurricanes descend wheel through the air, encircling Eddy's play, tear
• 51:24
  up the sand and sweep whole plains away. The hapless traveler, with wild
• 51:29
  surprise, sees the dry desert all around him rise, and smothered in the
• 51:35
  dusty whirlwind dies excellent and of Act two, act the third scene one a
• 51:45
  chamber enter Marcus and Portius. Thanks to my stars, I have not arranged
• 51:52
  about the wilds of life. Ere I could find a friend. Nature first
• 51:57
  pointed out my porges to me, and early taught me by her secret force
• 52:00
  to love thy person. Ere I knew thy merit till what was instinct grew
• 52:06
  up into friendship. Marcus. The friendships of the world are oft confederacies in
• 52:13
  vice or leagues of pleasure. Ours has severest virtue for its basis, And
• 52:19
  such a friendship ends not but with life, Portius. Thou know'st my soul
• 52:25
  in all its weakness, then prithee spare me on its tender side, indulge
• 52:30
  me. But in love my other passions shall rise and fall by virtue's nicest
• 52:36
  rules. When love's well timed, tis not a fault to love. The
• 52:40
  strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise sink in the soft
• 52:46
  captivity together, alas they're talks like one that never felt them. Patient throbs
• 52:53
  and loggings of a soul that pants and reaches after distant good lover does not
• 53:00
  live by vulgar time. Believe me, Portius. In my Lucia's absence,
• 53:05
  life hangs upon me and becomes a burden. And yet when I behold the
• 53:12
  charming maid, I am ten times more undone. While hope and fear,
• 53:17
  and grief and rage and love rise up at once, and with variety of
• 53:22
  pain distract me. What can thy portios do to give thee help? Porteous,
• 53:30
  thou often joyest the fair One's presence, Then undertake my cause and plead
• 53:35
  it to her with all the strength and heat of eloquence, for eternal love
• 53:39
  and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languaghes to death and fades away,
• 53:46
  and wills in his bloom, that he forgets his sleep and loathes food,
• 53:52
  that youth and health and war are joyless to him. Describe his anxious
• 53:58
  days and restlessness, and all the torments that thou seest me suffer. Marcus,
• 54:05
  I beg THEE give me not an office that suits me. So ill
• 54:08
  thou knowest my temper, Wilt thou behold me sinking in my woes? And
• 54:14
  wilt thou not reach out a friendly arm to raise me from amidst this blund
• 54:16
  of sorrows? Marcus, thou canst not ask what I'd refuse? But here
• 54:22
  believe me, I have a thousand reasons. I know thou'lt say my passions
• 54:28
  out of season, that Kato's great example in misfortune should both conspire to drive
• 54:32
  it from my thoughts? But what's all this to one that loves like me?
• 54:38
  Oh, porteous, porteous from my soul? I wish thou didst but
• 54:43
  know thyself? What tis to love that wouldst thou pity and assist thy brother
• 54:49
  portious asighed? What should I do if I disclose my passion? Our friendship's
• 54:55
  at an end? If I conceal it, the world call me false to
• 55:00
  a friend and brother. But see where Lucia, at her wonted hour amid
• 55:07
  the cool of yonheigh marble arch enjoys noon debrize a observer, Portius, that
• 55:14
  face, that shape, there's eyes, that heaven of beauty. Observe her
• 55:21
  well and blame me if thou canst She sees us and advances, I'll withdraw
• 55:28
  and leave you for a while. Remember, Portius, thy brother's life depends
• 55:34
  upon thy tongue exit, ander, Lucia, did not I see your brother
• 55:40
  Marcus here? Why did he fly the place and shun my presence? Oh,
• 55:45
  Lucia, language is too faint to show his rage of love? It
• 55:52
  preys upon his life. He pines, he sickens, he despairs, he
• 55:59
  dies. How wilt thou guard thy honor in the shock of love and friendship?
• 56:06
  Think, Betimes, my pausches, Think how the nuptial tide that might
• 56:09
  ensure our mutual bliss would raise to such a height thy brother's griefs as might
• 56:15
  perhaps destroy him alas poor youth. What dost thou think, My Lucia,
• 56:22
  his generous, open, undesigning heart has begged his rival to solicit for him.
• 56:29
  Then do not strike him dead with the denial? No, Porusches,
• 56:32
  No, I see thy sister's tears, thy father's anguish, and thy brother's
• 56:37
  death in the pursuit of our ill fated loves, and Porsches, here I
• 56:44
  swear to Heaven. I swear to Heaven and all the powers that judge mankind,
• 56:50
  never to mix my plighted hands with thine, while such a cloud of
• 56:53
  mischief hangs upon us, But to forget our loves and drive THEE out from
• 56:59
  all my thoughts. As far as I am able, what hast thou said,
• 57:05
  I'm thunderstruck. Recall those hasty words, or I am lost forever.
• 57:12
  Has not the vow already passed my lips. The gods have heard it and
• 57:15
  decealed in heaven. May all the vengeance that was ever poured on perjured heads
• 57:22
  overwhelm me if I break it. Fixed in astonishment, I gaze upon THEE,
• 57:28
  like one just blasted by a stroke from heaven, who pants for breath
• 57:32
  and stiffens, yet alive in dreadful looks, a monument of wrath. Think,
• 57:39
  Porsches, Think thou seest thy dying brothers stab at his heart, and
• 57:44
  all besmeared with blood. Storming at heaven, and THEE, thy awful sire
• 57:49
  sternly demands the cause, the accursed cause that robs him of his son,
• 57:54
  poor Marcia trembles, then tears her hair, and frantic in her griefs out
• 58:00
  on Lucia. What could Lucia answer, or how stand up in such a
• 58:05
  scene of sorrow? To my confusion and eternal grief, I must approve the
• 58:10
  sentence that destroys me, pushes no more thy worlds shoot through my heart,
• 58:17
  melt my resolves, and turn me all to love. Why are those tears
• 58:22
  of fondness in thy eyes? Why heaves thy heart? Why swells thy soul
• 58:29
  with sorrow? It softens me too much? Farewell, my porsches, farewell
• 58:36
  though death is in the word. Forever, Stay, Lucia, Stay what
• 58:43
  dost thou say? Forever thou must not go? My soul still hovers are
• 58:50
  they and can't get loose? If the firm porsches shake to hear of parting,
• 58:55
  Think what Lucia suffers tis true, unruffled and serene. I have met
• 59:04
  the common accidents of life. But here such an unlooked for storm of ills
• 59:09
  falls on me. It beats down all my strength. I cannot bear it.
• 59:15
  We must not part. What dost thou say? Not part? Hast
• 59:21
  thou forgot the vow that I have made? Are not their heavens and gods
• 59:24
  that thunder over us. But see thy brother Marcus bends this way. I
• 59:30
  sicken at the sight once more. Farewell, farewell, and no thou wrongst
• 59:36
  me? If thou think'st ever was love? Or ever grief like mine?
• 59:42
  Exit, Lucia, enter Marcus Porteus. What hopes hastand she am I doomed
• 59:50
  to life or death? What wouldst thou have me say? What means this
• 59:57
  pensive posture? Thou appearst It's like one amazed and terrified. I have a
• 1:00:02
  reason. Thy downcast looks and thy disordered thoughts tell me my fate. I
• 1:00:10
  ask not the success my cause is found. I'm grieved, I undertook it.
• 1:00:16
  What does the barbarous maid insult my heart? My aching heart and triumph
• 1:00:22
  and my pains that I could custer from my thoughts forever? Oh, why
• 1:00:29
  you're too suspicious in your griefs Lucia, those sworn never to think of love?
• 1:00:35
  Compassionates your pains and pities? You compassionate's my pains and pities me?
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  What is compassion when tis void of love? Fool that I was to choose
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  so cold a friend to urder my cause compassionate's my pains, prithee, what
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  art what retic didst Thou used to gain this mighty boon? She pities me
• 1:01:01
  to one that asks the warm returns of love. Compassion's cruelty tis scorn,
• 1:01:09
  tis death? Marcus, no more have I deserved this treatment? What have
• 1:01:15
  I said her? Paulteus? Oh, forgive me? The soul exasperated in
• 1:01:22
  himals falls out of everything. It's friend itself shout hah? What means that?
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  Shout big? With the sounds of war? What did you alarm?
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  A second louder yet swells in the wind and comes more full upon us,
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  Oh, for some glorious cause to fall in battle, Lucia, thou hast
• 1:01:47
  undone me that I disdain has breake my heart? Tis death? Must give
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  me ease? Quick? Let us hans who knows of Cato's life? If
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  stand sure? Oh Marcus, I am warmed. My heart leaps at the
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  trumpet's voice and burns for glory. Excellent scene two, part of the Senate
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  House. And here Sempronius with leaders of the mutiny at length. The winds
• 1:02:19
  are raised, the storms blow high. Bid your care, my friends,
• 1:02:22
  to keep it up in all its fury and direct it right to to spent
• 1:02:25
  itself on Cato's head. Meanwhile, I'll heard among his friends, and seeing
• 1:02:30
  one of their number, that what they arrive, my friends and fellow soldiers
• 1:02:34
  may be safe. Exit we are all safe. Sempronius is our friend.
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  Sempronius is as brave a man as Cato. But hark he enters, bear
• 1:02:45
  up boldly to him, be sure you beat him down and bind him fast.
• 1:02:50
  This day will end our toils. Fear nothing, for Sempronius is our
• 1:02:54
  friend, Andresimpronius with Cato, Lucius, Portius, and Marcus. Where are
• 1:03:02
  those bold, intrepid sons of war that greatly turn their backs upon the foe
• 1:03:09
  and to their general send a brave defiance, Sempronius, aside cousin a dusted
• 1:03:19
  soul, they stunt astonish'd perfidious men. And will you thus dishonor your past
• 1:03:24
  exploits and sully all your wars? Why could not Cato fall without your guilt?
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  Behold ungrateful men, behold my bosom, naked to your swords, and
• 1:03:38
  let the man that's injur'd strike the blow, which of you all suspects that
• 1:03:45
  he is wronged or thinks he suffers greater ills than cato am, I distinguish'd
• 1:03:52
  from you, but by toils, superior toils and heavier weight of cares painful
• 1:04:00
  pre eminence sempronius. Aside confusion to the villains, all is lost. Have
• 1:04:10
  you forgotten Libya's burning waste, its barren rocks, parched earth and hills of
• 1:04:16
  sand, its tainted air, and all its broods of poison? Who was
• 1:04:24
  the first to explore the untrodden path when life was hazarded in every step,
• 1:04:30
  or fainting in the long laborious march, when on the banks of an unlooked
• 1:04:36
  for stream you sunk the river with repeated drafts? Who was the last of
• 1:04:44
  all your host who thirsted? Did not his temples glow in the same sultry
• 1:04:49
  winds and scorching heats? Hence worthless men? Hence and complain to Caesar.
• 1:04:57
  You could not undergo the toil of war, nor bear the hardships that your
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  leader bore. See Kato, See the unhappy men. They weep, fear
• 1:05:14
  and remorse and sorrow for their crime. Appear in every look and plead for
• 1:05:23
  mercy. Learn to be honest men, Give up yond leaders, and pardon
• 1:05:30
  shall descend on all the rest Kato, commit these wretches to my care,
• 1:05:34
  first of the need to be broken on the wreck. Then with what life
• 1:05:39
  remains, impaled and left to ride at leisure around the bloody steak. They
• 1:05:43
  let them hang and take the southern wind. The partners of their crime will
• 1:05:45
  learn obedience forbear Simpronius. See they suffer death. But in their deaths remember
• 1:05:55
  they are men. Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous. Lucius,
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  the base degenerate age requires severity when by just vengeance guilty mortals perish the
• 1:06:12
  gods, behold the punishment with pleasure, and lay the uplifted thunderbolt aside.
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  Cato, I execute thy will with pleasure. Meanwhile, will sacrifice to liberty.
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  Remember, o, my friends, the laws, the rights, the
• 1:06:31
  generous plan of power, delivered down from age to age by your renowned forefathers,
• 1:06:40
  so dearly bought the price of so much blood. Oh, let it
• 1:06:45
  never perish in your hands, but piously transmit it to your children. Do
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  thou, great liberty, inspire our souls and make our lives in thy possession
• 1:07:00
  happy? Were our deaths glorious in thy just defense, Excillant Cato et cetera,
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  Simpronius, you have acted like yourself. One would have thought you had
• 1:07:15
  been half in earnest villains, stand off base, groveling, worthless wretches,
• 1:07:20
  mongrels, infection, poor faint heart detraitors. Nay, now you carry it
• 1:07:26
  too far, Simpronius. No villains when such paltry slaves presume to mix in
• 1:07:31
  treason. If the plot succeeds, they're thrown neglected by But if it fails,
• 1:07:35
  they'll show to die like dogs. As you shall do here. Take
• 1:07:39
  these factitious monsters, drag them forth a sudden death. Nay, since it
• 1:07:44
  comes to this, despatch them quick. First, pluck out their tongues.
• 1:07:47
  That's what the dying breath they sow sedition. Excillant guards with their leaders enter
• 1:07:54
  sci Fax our first design. My friend has pooved a bat. Still there
• 1:07:59
  remains, and after game to play, my troops sumounted that. But Sempronius
• 1:08:02
  head us in our flight. We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard,
• 1:08:06
  and you down all that would oppose our passage. A day will bring
• 1:08:11
  us into Caesar's camp. Confusion. I've failed of half my purpose. Marcia,
• 1:08:15
  the charming marsh is left behind. How will so Pronius turn a woman's
• 1:08:20
  slave. Think not, thy friend can never feel the soft and manly warmth
• 1:08:26
  and tenderness of love, Say Effex, I longed to clasp that haughty maid
• 1:08:30
  and bend her stubborn virtue to my passion. When I've gone thus far,
• 1:08:33
  I'd cast her off, well said, that's spoken like thyself, Simpronius.
• 1:08:39
  What hinders them? But that thou find her out and hurry her away by
• 1:08:43
  manly force? But how to gain admission? Fraxes is given to none but
• 1:08:47
  Duba and her brothers. Thou shalt have Duba's dress and Duba's guards. The
• 1:08:53
  doors will open when Numidia's prince seems to appear before the slaves that watch them.
• 1:08:58
  Heavens, what a thought which is my own? How o my bosoms
• 1:09:01
  swell with anxious joy, while I behold us struggling in my arms, with
• 1:09:04
  glowing beauty and disordered charms for fear and anger, with alternate grace pant in
• 1:09:10
  her breast and vary in her face. So Pluto seized off. Proposene conveyed
• 1:09:14
  Hell's tremendous gloom. The affrightened maid their grimly smiles, pleased with the beaters's
• 1:09:18
  prize, no envy Jove, his sunshine and his skies. Excellant. End
• 1:09:26
  of Act three, Act the fourth scene one a chamber, and to Luccia
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  and Marcia. Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy soul.
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  If thou believest this possible for woman to suffer greater ills than Lucilla suffers,
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  Oh Lucia, Lucia, might my big swollen heart vent all its griefs and
• 1:09:47
  give loose to sorrow. Marcia could answer THEE in sighs, keep pace with
• 1:09:53
  all thy woes and count out tyr for tear. I know thou art doomed
• 1:09:58
  alike to be beloved by Ju and thy father's friends and Pronius. But which
• 1:10:02
  of these has power to charm like porsches? Still? I must beg THEE
• 1:10:08
  not to name Sempronius. Lucia. I like not that loud, boisterous man
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  Juba to all the bravier of a hero adds softest love and more than female
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  sweetness. Juba might make the proudest of our sex, any of womankind,
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  but Marcia happy? And why not? Marcia? Come, you strive in
• 1:10:28
  vain to hide your thoughts from one who knows too well the inward glowings of
• 1:10:32
  a heart in love. While Cato lives. His daughter has no right to
• 1:10:36
  love or hate, but as his choice directs. But should this father give
• 1:10:42
  you to Sempronius? I dare not think he will. But if he should,
• 1:10:46
  why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer, imaginary ills and
• 1:10:51
  fancied tortures. I hear the sound of feet they march this way. Let
• 1:10:57
  us retire and try if we can drown each softer thought and sense of present
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  danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts, in spite of all
• 1:11:05
  the virtues, we can boast. The woman that deliberates is lost accident.
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  Enter some Pronius dressed like Juba with Numidian guards. The dear is lodged.
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  I've tracked her to a covert How will the young Numidian rave to see his
• 1:11:21
  mistress lost? If ord could glad my soul beyond the enjoyment of so bright
• 1:11:26
  a prize, twould beat the torture that young gay barbarian. But hark what
• 1:11:30
  noise death to my hopes? Tis he tis dubisself. There's but one way
• 1:11:34
  left? Enter Juba. What do I see? Who is this that dares
• 1:11:41
  usurp the guards and habits of Numidia's prince, one that was born to Scorge
• 1:11:47
  by arrogant, presumptuous youth. What can this mean? Simpronius, my sore
• 1:11:55
  shall answer THEE have at thy heart. Nay, then beware thy own proud,
• 1:12:00
  barbarous man. Sempronius falls, curse my stars? Am I doomed the
• 1:12:08
  fall by a boy's hands figured in a violimidian dress, and for a worthless
• 1:12:13
  woman. God, So I'm distracted. This is the close of life of
• 1:12:16
  for a pile of thunder. Don't make up, see in air, in
• 1:12:19
  heaven, and Cato tremble dies. Oh hands to Kato, that we may
• 1:12:26
  there at length unravel all this dark design, this mystery of fate. Exit
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  Juba and to Lucia and Marcia Shore. It was the clash of sorts.
• 1:12:40
  Oh, my troubled heart is so cast done and sunk amidst its sorrows.
• 1:12:44
  It thwops with fear and aches at every sound. Oh, Marcia, should
• 1:12:49
  I bothers for my sake? I die away with horror at the thoughts.
• 1:12:55
  See Lucia, see here's blood, Here's blood and murder. Ha a numidian
• 1:13:01
  heaven preserved the prince. The faith lies muffled within the garment, but ah
• 1:13:08
  death to my sight a diadem and royal robes. Oh gods, tis he
• 1:13:14
  tis he Juba lies dead before us. No, Marcia, now call up
• 1:13:18
  to thy assistance, thy wonted strength and constancy of mind. Thou canst not
• 1:13:24
  put it to a greater trial. Lucia, look there and wonder at my
• 1:13:28
  patience? Have I not caused a rave and beat my breast, to rend
• 1:13:31
  my heart with grief and run distracted? What can I think or say to
• 1:13:38
  give thee comfort? Talk not of comfort, tis for lighter ills. Behold
• 1:13:43
  the sight that strikes all comfort. Dead entered Juba listening, I will indulge
• 1:13:48
  my sorrows and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair. That
• 1:13:54
  man, the best of men, deserved it from me? What do I
• 1:14:00
  hear? And was the false and pronius that best of men? Oh?
• 1:14:06
  Had I fallen like him and could have been thus mourned? I had been
• 1:14:13
  happy? Tis not in fate to ease my tortured breast. Oh, he
• 1:14:17
  was all made up of love and charms. Whatever maid could wish or man
• 1:14:21
  admire, delight of every eye when he appeared, a secret pleasure gladdened all
• 1:14:28
  that saw him. But when he talked, the proudest Roman blush to hear
• 1:14:32
  his virtues, and old age grew wise. Oh, Juba, Juba?
• 1:14:39
  What means that voice? Did she not call? On? Juba? Why
• 1:14:45
  do I think on what he was? He's dead. He's dead and never
• 1:14:48
  knew how much I loved him. Lucia, who knows? But his poor
• 1:14:55
  bleeding heart, amidst its agonies, remembered Marcia, And the last word he
• 1:15:00
  uttered called me cruel alas he knew, not hapless youth. He knew not
• 1:15:04
  Marcia's whole soul was full of love and Juba, where am I do I
• 1:15:12
  live? Or am? Indeed? What Marcia thinks all is elysium round me,
• 1:15:20
  Ye dear remains of the most loved of men, nor modesty nor virtue.
• 1:15:27
  Here forbid a last embrace. While thus see throwing himself before her Marcia
• 1:15:34
  see the happy Juba lives. He lives to catch that dear embrace and to
• 1:15:43
  return it to with mutual warmth and eagerness of love, with pleasure and amaze.
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  I stand transported. If thou art Juba, who lies there a wretch
• 1:15:59
  discuss eyes like Juba on a cursed design, I could not bear to leave
• 1:16:05
  THEE in the neighborhood of death, but flew in all the haste of love
• 1:16:12
  to find THEE. I found THEE, weeping and confess this once and wrapped
• 1:16:17
  with joy to see Marcia's tears. I've been surprised at an unguarded hour,
• 1:16:26
  but must not go back. The love that lay half smothered in my breast
• 1:16:30
  has broke through all its weak restraints and burns in its full luster. I
• 1:16:33
  cannot if I would conceal it from THEE. My joy, my best beloved,
• 1:16:40
  my only wish. How shall I speak the transport of my soul?
• 1:16:46
  Lucia, thy arm lead to my apartment, Oh Prince, I blush to
• 1:16:51
  think what I have said, But fate has rested the confession from me.
• 1:16:56
  Go on and prosper in the paths of honor. Thy virtual excuse is my
• 1:17:00
  passion for THEE. And make the gods propitious to our love excident. Marcia
• 1:17:04
  and Lucia, I am so blessed. I fear tis all a dream fortune.
• 1:17:13
  Thou now hast made amends for all thy past unkindness. I absolved my
• 1:17:20
  stars, what though Numidia at her conquered towns and provinces, to swell the
• 1:17:29
  victor's triumph. Juba will never add his fate repine. Let Caesar have the
• 1:17:35
  world if Marcia is mine. Exit Scene two, the street a march at
• 1:17:45
  a distance, Entercato and Lucius I stand astonished. Won't the bold Sempronius that
• 1:17:56
  still broke foremost through the crowd of patriots, as with a hurricane of zeal,
• 1:18:00
  transported and virtuous even to madness. Trust me, Lucius, our civil
• 1:18:09
  discords have produced such crimes, such monstrous crimes. I am surprised at nothing,
• 1:18:16
  Oh Lucius, I am sick of this bad world. The daylight and
• 1:18:21
  the sun grow painful to me, and Reportius, But see where Portius comes?
• 1:18:30
  What means this haste? Why are thy looks thus changed? My heart
• 1:18:35
  is grieved. I bring such news as will afflict my father. Has Caesar
• 1:18:42
  shed more Roman blood? Not so the traitor Sifax. As within the square
• 1:18:48
  he exercised his troops the signal given, flew off at once with his Numidian
• 1:18:55
  horse to the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch and call to stop
• 1:19:00
  him. But in vain he tossed his arm aloft and proudly told me he
• 1:19:06
  would not stay and perish like Sempronius, perfidious man. But haste my son,
• 1:19:15
  and see thy brother Marcus acts a Roman's part. Exit Portius, Lucius,
• 1:19:23
  the torrent bears too hard upon me. Justice gives way to force the
• 1:19:29
  conquered world as Caesar's Cato has no business in it. While pride, oppression
• 1:19:36
  and in justice reign. The world will still demand her Cato's presence in pity
• 1:19:44
  to mankind, submit to Caesar and reconcile thy mighty soul to life. Would
• 1:19:51
  Lucius have me live to swell the number of Caesar's slaves, or by a
• 1:19:57
  base submission, give up the cause of Rome and own a tyrant. Though
• 1:20:04
  Victor never will impose on kto ungenerous terms, his enemies confess the virtues of
• 1:20:13
  humanity are Caesar's curse on his virtues. They have undone his country. Such
• 1:20:20
  popular humanity is treason. But see young Juba. The good youth appears full
• 1:20:28
  of the guilt of his perfidious subjects. Alas for Prince, his fate deserves
• 1:20:35
  compassion. Entered Juba, I blush and am confounded to appear before thy presence.
• 1:20:46
  Kto what'st thy crime. I'm a numidian and a brave one. Too,
• 1:20:55
  thou hast a Roman soul has heard of my false countrymen, alas young
• 1:21:04
  prince, Falsehood and fraud shoot up in every soil. The product of all
• 1:21:11
  climes, Rome has its caesars, tis generous. Thus to comfort the distress
• 1:21:20
  tis just to give applause where'tis deserved. Thy virtue prince has stood the test
• 1:21:30
  of fortune, like purest gold, that tortured in the furnace comes out more
• 1:21:36
  bright and brings forth all its weight. What shall I answer thee. I'd
• 1:21:45
  rather gain thy praise o ca To than Numidia's empire, and reportius misfortune on
• 1:21:55
  misfortune, grief on grief. My brother, ma ah, what has he
• 1:22:01
  done? Has he forsook his post? Has he given way? Did he
• 1:22:06
  look tamely on and let them pass? Scarce? Had I left my father?
• 1:22:12
  But I met him born on the shields of his surviving soldiers, breathless
• 1:22:17
  and pale, and covered o'er with wounds. Long at the head of his
• 1:22:21
  few faithful friends, he stood the shock of a whole host of foes,
• 1:22:28
  till obstinately brave and bent on death. Oppressed with multitudes, he greatly fell.
• 1:22:38
  I'm satisfied, Nor did he fall before his sword had pierced through the
• 1:22:45
  false heart of Sciphax. Yonder he lies. I saw the hoary traitor grin
• 1:22:53
  in the pangs of death and bite the ground. Thanks to the gods,
• 1:22:59
  my boy has done his duty portious. When I am dead, be sure
• 1:23:04
  you place his urn near mine. Long may they keep asunder, Oh Kato,
• 1:23:14
  arm thy soul with all its patients. See where the corpse of thy
• 1:23:18
  dead son approaches. The citizens and senators, alarmed, have gathered round it
• 1:23:27
  and attended weeping. Kato meeting the corpse. Senators attending welcome my son here.
• 1:23:39
  Lay him down, my friends, full in my sight, that I
• 1:23:44
  may view at leisure the bloody course and count those glorious wounds. How beautiful
• 1:23:53
  is death when earned by virtue? Who would not be that youth? What
• 1:24:00
  is it that we can die but once to serve our country? Why sits
• 1:24:05
  the sadness on your brows? My friends? I should have blush'd Cato's house
• 1:24:13
  had stood secure and flourished in a civil war. Horshus. Behold thy brother,
• 1:24:21
  and remember thy life is not thy own. When Rome demands it was
• 1:24:30
  ever man like this, alas, my friends, why mourn you? Thus?
• 1:24:36
  Let not a private loss afflict your hearts. Tis, Rome requires our
• 1:24:43
  tears, the mistress of the world, the seat of empire, the nurse
• 1:24:48
  of heroes, the delight of God's that humbled the proud tyrants of the earth
• 1:24:57
  and set the nations free. Rome is no more, Oh liberty, oh
• 1:25:03
  virtue, Oh my country Juba aside, behold that upright man. Rome fills
• 1:25:14
  his eyes with tears that flow'd not o'er his own dear son, whate'er the
• 1:25:23
  Roman virtue has subdu'd the Sun's whole course. The Jay and year are Caesar's
• 1:25:31
  for him. The self devoted decie I died, the fabe I fell,
• 1:25:39
  and the great Scipios conquer'd. Even Pompey fought for Caesar. O, my
• 1:25:45
  friends, how is the toil of fate the work of ages? The Roman
• 1:25:50
  Empire fallen, Oh cursed ambition, fallen into Caesar's hands. Our great forefathers
• 1:26:00
  had left him not to conquer but his country. While kto lives. Caesar
• 1:26:09
  will blush to see mankind and slaved, and be ashamed of empire. Caesar
• 1:26:17
  ashamed has he not seen for Salia. Tis time thou save thyself and us
• 1:26:27
  lose not a thought on me. I'm out of danger. Heaven will not
• 1:26:32
  leave me in the victor's hand. Caesar shall never say he conquered Cato.
• 1:26:40
  But oh, my friends, your safety fills my heart with anxious thoughts.
• 1:26:45
  The thousand secret terrors rise in my soul. How shall I save my friends?
• 1:26:55
  Tis now, O Caesar, I begin to fear thee. Caesar has
• 1:27:01
  mercy. If we ask it of him, then ask it. I conjure
• 1:27:08
  you let him know what ever was done against him Cato did it? Add
• 1:27:14
  if you please that I request of him, that I myself, with tears,
• 1:27:20
  request it of him. The virtue of my friends may pass unpunished.
• 1:27:27
  Juba, my heart is troubled for thy sake. Shall I advise THEE to
• 1:27:32
  regain umidia or seek the conqueror? If I forsake THEE whilst U have life,
• 1:27:42
  may Heaven abandon Juba thy virtues. Prince, if I foresee a aright,
• 1:27:48
  will one day make THEE great at Rome hereafter twill be no crime to
• 1:27:56
  have been Cato's friend. Portius, draw near my son. Thou oft hast
• 1:28:02
  seen thy sire engag'd in a corrupted state, wrestling with vice and faction.
• 1:28:11
  Now thou seest me spent overpower'd despairing of success. Let me advise thee to
• 1:28:18
  retreat betimes to thy paternal seat, the sabine field, where the Great sense
• 1:28:27
  ore toil'd with his own hands, and all our frugal ancestors were blest in
• 1:28:33
  humble virtues and a rural life. There live retir'd pray for the peace of
• 1:28:42
  Rome, content thyself to be obscurely good when vice prevails and impious men bear
• 1:28:51
  sway. The post of honor is a private station. I hope my father
• 1:28:58
  does not recommend a life to proach us that he scorns himself. Farewell,
• 1:29:04
  my friends. If there be any of you who dare not trust the Victor's
• 1:29:10
  clemency, know there are ships prepared by my command that shall convey you to
• 1:29:17
  the wished for port. Is there aught else, my friends, I can
• 1:29:21
  do for you. The conqueror draws near once more, Farewell, If e'er
• 1:29:30
  we meet hereafter, we shall meet in happier climes and on a safer shore,
• 1:29:38
  where Caesar never shall approach us more, pointing to his dead son,
• 1:29:45
  there, the brave youth, with love of virtue, fired, who greatly
• 1:29:50
  in his country's cause expired, shall know he conquered the firm patriot there who
• 1:30:00
  made the welfare of mankind his care. Though still by faction, vice and
• 1:30:06
  fortune, Crost shall find the generous labor was not lost. Excellent and of
• 1:30:16
  Act four, Act the fifth scene one a chamber, Kato soulis sitting in
• 1:30:25
  a thoughtful posture in his hand, Plato's book on the Immortality of the Soul,
• 1:30:31
  a drawn sword on the table by him. It must be so,
• 1:30:36
  Plato the reasons well else, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
• 1:30:45
  this longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror of falling
• 1:30:54
  into naught? Why shrinks the soul back on herself and startles at destruction?
• 1:31:01
  Tis the divinity that stirs within us. Tis heaven itself that points out and
• 1:31:08
  hereafter and intimates eternity to man eternity, thou pleasing dreadful thought? Through what
• 1:31:17
  variety of untried being? Through what new scenes and changes must we pass?
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  The wide the unbounded prospect lies before me, but shadows, clouds, and
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  darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold if there's a power above us,
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  and that there is all nature cries aloud through all her works. He
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  must delight in virtue, and that which he delights in must be happy.
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  But when or where this world was made for Caesar? I am weary of
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  conjectures. This must end them, laying his hand upon his sword. Thus
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  am I doubly armed. My death and life, my bane and antidote are
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  both before me. This, in a moment brings me to an end.
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  But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her
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  existence, smiles at the drawn dagger and defies its point. The star shall
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  fade away, The sun himself grow dim with age in nature, sink in
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  years. But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, unhurt amidst the war of
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  elements, the wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds? What means
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  this heaviness that hangs upon me, This lethargy that creeps through all my senses.
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  Nature opprest and harassed out with care, sinks down to rest? This
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  once I'll favor her, that my awakened soul may take her flight, renewed
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  in all her strength and fresh with life, and offering lit for heav'n let
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  guilt or fear disturb man's rest Cato knows neither of them, indifferent in his
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  choice to sleep or die and her portias. But ha, who's this,
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  my son? Why this intrusion? Were not my orders that I would be
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  private? Why am I disobeyed? Alas my father? What means this sword,
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  this instrument of death? Let me convey a tense, rash youth forbear.
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  Oh, let the prayers, the entreatise of your friends that tears that
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  common danger, wrest it from you? Wouldst thou betray me? Wouldst thou
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  give me up as slave, a captive into Caesar's hands, retire and learn
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  obedience to a father, or no young man, look not thusternly on me.
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  You know I'd rather die than disobey you. Tis well again, I
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  master of myself. Now, Caesar, Let thy troops beset our gates and
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  bar each avenue, thy gathering fleets, or spread the sea and stop up
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  every port. Cato shall open to himself a passage and mock thy hopes.
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  Oh sir, forgive your son, whose grief hangs heavy on him. Oh,
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  my father, how am I sure it is not the last time I
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  shall ever call you? So be not displeased, Oh, be not angry
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  with me whilst I weep, and in the anguish of my heart beseech you
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  to quit the dreadful purpose of your soul. Thou hast been ever good and
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  dutiful embracing him. Weep not, my son, All will be well again.
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  The righteous gods whom I have sought to please, will succor Cato and
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  preserve his children. Your words give comfort to my drooping heart. Portius,
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  Thou mayest rely upon my conduct. Thy father will not act what misbecomes him.
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  But go, my son, and see if art be wanting among thy
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  father's friends. See them embark'd, and tell me if the winds and seize,
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  befriend them. My soul is quite weighted down with care, and asks
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  the soft refreshment of a moment's sleep. My thoughts are more at ease.
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  My heart revives exit Cato and a Marcia, Oh, marsieur, Oh,
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  my sister. Still there's hope. Our father will not cast away a life
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  so needful to us all and to his country. He is retired to rest
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  and seems to cherish thoughts full of peace. He has dispatched me, hence
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  with orders that bespeak a mind composed and studious for the safety of his friends.
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  Marsia, take care that none disturb slumbers. Exit, Oh ye,
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  immortal powers that guard the just, watch round his couch and soften his repose.
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  Banish his sorrows and becalm his soul with easy dreams. Remember all his
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  virtues, and show mankind that goodness is your care and you, Lucia,
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  where is your father, monsieur, where is Kato? Lucia speak low,
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  he is retired to rest. Lucy, I feel a gentle, dawning hope
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  rise in my soul. We shall be happy still, Alas I tremble when
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  I think on Kato. In every view, in every thought, I tremble.
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  Kato is stern and awful as a god. He knows not how to
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  wing at human frailty or pardon weakness that he never felt. Though stern and
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  awful to the foes of Rome, he is all goodness. Lucia, always
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  mild, compassionate and gentle to his friends, filled with domestic tenderness, the
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  best, the kindest father. I have ever found him, easy and good
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  and bounteous to my wishes. Tis his consent alone can make us blessed.
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  Marcieur, We both are equally involved in the same intricate, perplexed distress.
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  The cruel hand of fate that has destroyed our brother Marcus, whom we both
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  lament and ever shall lament. Unhappy youth has set my soul at large,
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  and now I stand loose of my vow. But who knows Cato's thoughts.
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  Who knows how yet he may dispose of porsches, or how he has determined
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  of himself. Let him but live, commit the rest to heaven, Andrew,
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  Lucius, Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man, Oh Marcia.
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  I have seen thy godlike father. Some power invisible supports his soul and bears
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  it up in all its wonted greatness, a kind the refreshing sleep is fallen
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  upon him. I saw him stretched tease, his fancy lost in pleasing dreams.
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  As I drew near his couch, he smiled and cried, Caesar,
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  thou canst not hurt me? His mind still labors with some dreadful thought entered
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  Juba, Lucius. The horsemen are returned from viewing the number, strength,
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  and pasture of our foes, who now encamp within a short hour's march on
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  the high point of yon bright western tower. Weakened them from afar. The
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  setting sun plays on their shining arms and burnished helmets, and covers all the
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  field with gleams of fire. Monsieur, tis time we should awake thy father.
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  Caesar is still disposed to give us terms, and waits at distance till
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  he hears from Kato and her portias portious thy looks speak somewhat of importance?
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  What tidings dost thou bring? Methinks? I see unusual gladness sparkle in thy
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  eyes as I was hasting to the port where now my father's friends, impatient
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  for a passage, accuse the lingering winds. A sail arrived from Pompey's son,
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  who, through the realms of Spain, calls out for vengeance on his
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  father's death, and rouses the whole nation up to arms, where Cato at
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  their head once more might roam, assert her rights and claim her liberty.
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  But hark what means that? Groan? Oh, give me way and let
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  me fly into my father's presence. Exit. Kato amids his slumbers, thinks
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  on Rome, and in the wild disorder of his soul, mourns o'er his
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  country ah second grown heaven guardess all alas tis not the voice of one who
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  sleeps. Tis agonizing pain, tis death in that sound, Enter Portius,
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  oh sight of woe, Oh Massia, what we feared is come to pass.
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  Cato has fallen upon his sword. Oh Porsius, hide all the horrors
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  of my mournful tale, and let me guess the rest. I've raised him
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  up and placed him in his chair, where, pale and faint, he
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  gasps for breath, and as his life flows from him, demands to see
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  his friends. His servant sweeping obsequious to his order, bear him hither,
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  Oh Heaven, assist me in this dreadful hour, to pay the last sad
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  duties to my father. Cato brought on in a chair. Here, set
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  me down, Porschus, come near me. Are my friends embarked? Can
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  anything be thought of for their service? While I yet live? Let me
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  not live in vain, Oh Lucius, art thou here, Thou art too
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  good. Let this our friendship live between our children. Make Porsias happy in
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  thy daughter, Lucia, Marcia, my daughter, Oh bend me forward.
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  Juba loves thee. Marcia a senator of Rome, while Rome survive, would
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  not have matched his daughter with a king. But Caesar's arms have thrown down
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  all distinction. I'm sick to death. Oh when shall I get loose from
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  this vain world, the abode of guilt and sorrow? And yet methinks a
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  beam of light breaks in on my departing soul. Alas I fear I've been
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  too hasty. Oh ye, powers that search the heart of man and weigh
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  his inmost thoughts. If I have done amiss, impute it not the best
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  may err, but you are good? And oh O dies there fled the
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  greatest soul that I've warmed, a Roman breast from Hence, let fierce contending
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  nations know what dire effects from civil discord flow. Tis this that shakes our
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  country with alarms and gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms, produces fraud
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  and cruelty and strife, and robs the guilty world of Cato's life. Exulant
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  omnies the end