There live retir'd: Content thyself to be obscurely good': When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, Por. I hope, my father does not recommend A life to Porcius, that he scorns himself. Cato. Farewell, my friends! [Lucius and Senators, who are R. join the other Senators L.] If there be any of you Who dare not trust the victor's clemency, Know, there are ships prepar'd by my command, That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port. [Pointing to the Bier. [The four Soldiers take up the Bier.-A dead March sounds in the Orchestra.-Exeunt Lucius and Senators, two by two-CATO-Bier, attended as before-PORCIUS and JUBA-Eagle-Fasces, two by two-Ensigns, S. P. Q. R.-Ensigns, Pateras -Guards, &c. END OF ACT IV. w's this?-My son! Why his intrTIAL.COM * isobey'd} my father! this sword? this instrument of teath? youth, forbear! the prayers, the entreaties of zone Penda, their common danger, ventrom zon ald's thou betray me? wond' than gre tive, into Cæsar's hands? earn obedience to a father; not thus sternly on ne 'd rather die than use 71. well: again I'n master of my bed let thy troops beet our garan reels, a. c.] 0, dr, burg se j hangs heavy on hiu 16), my tim ure it is not the last t call you so:- way N, ngry with me, whilst I wory, sh of my heart, aww 199 Says his bund ye kia baud I will be wet, wypis cham Į kerk, snyrti sýkiyah, ACT V. SCENE I-A Chamber in the Palace.-CATO dis- Or whence this secret dread and inward horror "Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, Eternity!-[Rises and comes forward.]—Thou pleasing, dreadful, thought!— Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! Through all her works-he must delight in virtue; But when? or where? This world was made for I'm weary of conjectures: This must end 'em. [Goes back to the table, laying his hand on his sword. Thus am I doubly arm'd: my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me: This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me, I shall never die. [Comes forward with a roll of paper and a sword. The soul, secur'd in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.- The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.— Nature oppress'd, and harass'd out with care, [Returns and sits. Enter PORCIUS, R. But hah! how's this?-My son! Why this intrusion? Were not my orders that I would be private? Why am I disobey'd? Por. Alas, my father! What means this sword? this instrument of death? Cato. Rash youth, forbear! [Takes it up. Por. O let the prayers, the entreaties of your friends, Their tears, their common danger, wrest it from you. Cato. Would's thou betray me? would'st thou give me up, A slave, a captive, into Cæsar's hands? Por. Look not thus sternly on me : [Rises. [Lays it down. Cato. 'Tis well: again I'm master of myself. [CATO takes the sword. Now, Cæsar, let thy troops beset our gates, [Comes forward, R. Por. [Kneels, R. c.] O, sir, forgive your son, Whose grief hangs heavy on him!-O, my fatherHow am I sure it is not the last time I e'er shall call you so :-be not displeas'd, [Lays his hand on his head. |