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With resolution, friendship, Roman bravery,
Enter JUBA. Juba, the Roman senate has resolved, Till time give better prospects, still to keep The sword unsheathed, and turn its edge on Cæsar.
Jub. The resolution fits a Roman senate.
Jub. My father's fate,
my soul, and fills my eyes with tears.
Oft have their black ambassadors appear’d,
Cato. I am no stranger to thy father's greatness.
Jub. I would not boast the greatness of my father,
pour embattled multitudes about him ;
Cato. And canst thou think
Juba. Cato, perhaps
Cato. Thy nobleness of soul obliges me.
for virtue; And all my soul endeavours at perfection.
Cato. Dost thou love watchings, abstinence, and toil, Laborious virtues all? Learn them from Cato :
Success and fortune must thou learn from Cæsar.
Jub. The best good fortune that can fall on Juba, The whole success at which
Cato. What does Juba say?
Jub. I would fain retract them.
Jub. Oh! they're extravagant ;
Cato. What can Juba ask,
Jub. I fear to name it.
Cato. What would'st thou say?
Jub. Syphax, I'm undone!
Syph. Cato's a proper person to intrust A love tale with!
Jub. Oh, I could pierce my heart, My foolish heart ! Syph. Alas, my prince, how are you changed of
Jub. Pr’ythee, no more.
Syph. How would the old king smile, To see you weigh the paws, when tipp'd with gold, And throw the shaggy spoils about your
shoulders ! Jub. Syphax, this old man's talk, though honey
flow'd In ev'ry word, would now lose all its sweetness. Cato's displeased, and Marcia lost for ever. Syph. Young prince, I yet could give you good
advice; Marcia might still be yours.
Jub. As how, dear Syphax?
Syph. Juba commands Numidia's hardy troops, Mounted on steeds unused to the restraint Of curbs or bits, and fleeter than the winds : Give but the word, we snatch this damsel up, And bear her off.
Jub. Can such dishonest thoughts Rise
in man? Would'st thou seduce my youth To do an act that would destroy mine honour? Syph. Gods, I could tear my hair to hear
talk! Honour's a fine imaginary notioo, That draws in raw and inexperienced men To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.
Jub. Would'st thou degrade thy prince into a ruf
fian? Syph. The boasted ancestors of these great men, Whose virtues you admire, were all such ruffians. This dread of nations, this almighty Rome, That comprehends in her wide empire's bounds All under Heav'n, was founded on a rape; Your Scipios, Cæsars, Pompeys, and your Catos, (The gods on earth) are all the spurious blood Of violated maids, of ravish'd Sabines.
Jub. Syphax, I fear that hoary head of thine Abounds too much in our Numidian wiles. Syph. Indeed, my prince, you want to know the
world. Jub. If knowledge of the world makes men perfi
dious, May Juba ever live in ignorance !
Syph. Go, go; you're young.
Jub. Gods, must I tamely bear
[ Aside. Juba. Cato shall know the baseness of thy soul. Syph. I must appease this storm, or perish in it.
[Aside. Young prince, behold these locks, that are grown
white Beneath a helmet in your father's battles.
Jub. Those locks shall ne'er protect thy insolence.
Syph. Must one rash word, the infirmity of age, -Throw down the merit of
years? This the reward of a whole life of service! Curse on the boy! how steadily he hears me!
[Aside. Jub. Syphax, no more! I would not hear Syph. Not hear me talk! what, when my faith to