JUBA. Why do'st thou call my forrows up afresh? My father's name brings tears into my eyes. SY PHA X. Oh, that you'd profit by your father's ills! JUBA. What would't thou have me do? SYPHA X, Abandon Cato. JUBA. Syphax, I should be more than twice an orphan By fuch a lofs. SY PHAX. Ay, there's the tie that binds you! You long to call him father. Marcia's charms JUBA. Syphax, your zeal becomes importunate; And talk at large; but learn to keep it in, SY PHAX. Sir, your great father never us'd me thus. Which At At once to torture and to please my foul. The good old king, at parting, wrung my hand, Alas, thy ftory melts away my foul. SY PHAX. By laying up his counfels in your heart. JUBA. His counsels bade me yield to thy directions: Then, Syphax, chide me in severest terms, Vent all thy paffion, and I'll stand its shock, Calm and unruffled as a fummer-fea, When not a breath of wind flies o'er its furface. SYPHA X. Alas, my prince, I'd guide you to your fafety. JUBA. I do believe thou would'ft; but tell me how? SY PHAX. Fly from the fate that follows Cæfar's foes. JUBA. My father fcorn'd to do't. SYPHAX. And therefore dy'ď. JUBA. Better to die ten thousand thousand deaths, Than wound my honour. SY PHA X. Rather say your love. JUBA. Syphax, I've promis'd to preferve my temper. SYPHA X. Believe me, prince, 'tis hard to conquer love, JUBA. 'Tis not a fet of features, or complexion, Dwell Dwell in her looks, and with becoming grace SY PHA X. How does your tongue grow wanton in her praise But on my knees I beg you would confider Enter MARCIA and LUCIA. JUBA. way: Hah! Syphax, is 't not fhe !-She moves this And with her Lucia, Lucius's fair daughter. My heart beats thick-I pr'ythee, Syphax, leave me. SYPHA X. Ten thousand curfes faften on them both! Now will this woman with a fingle glance Undo, what I've been labouring all this while. [Exit. JUBA, MARCIA, LUCIA. JUBA. Hail charming maid, how does thy beauty smooth The face of war, and make ev'n horror fmile! And for a while forget th' approach of Cæfar. MARCI A. I fhould be griev'd, young prince, to think my prefence, Unbent your thoughts, and flacken'd them to arms, While, warm with flaughter, our victorious foe Threatens aloud, and calls you to the field. JUBA. JUBA. O Marcia, let me hope thy kind concerns MARCIA. My prayers and wishes always fhall attend JUBA. That Juba may deserve thy pious cares, I'll gaze for ever on thy godlike father, Tranfplanting, one by one, into my life His bright perfections, till I shine like him. MARCIA. My father never at a time like this Would lay out his great foul in words, and waste JUBA. Thy reproofs are juft, Thou virtuous maid; I'll haften to my troops, [Exit. |