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Por. I hope, my father does not recommend
who are r. join the other Senators L.] If there
be any of you
[Pointing to the Bier.
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.
IND OF ACT IV.
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SCENE I.-A Chamber in the Palace.-CATO dis
covered, sitting as in deep meditation, holding in his hand Plato's book on the Immortality of the Soul :-a drawn sword lying by him on the table.
Cato. It must be so ;-Plato, thou reasonest well; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality! Or whence this secret dread and inward horror of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity !--[Rises and comes forward.]-Thou pleas
ing, dreadful, thought !Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass! The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me, But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold : If there's a Power above us(And that there is, all nature ories aloud Through all her workshe must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.) But when ? or where?:--This world was made for
Çæsar.. I'm weary of conjectures : This must end 'em. [Goes back to the table, laying his hand on his
[Comes forward with a roll of paper and a sword.
Nature oppress'd, and harass'd out with care,
[Returns and sits,
Por. Alas, my father!
[Takes it up. Cato. Rash youth, forbear!
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
Por. Look not thus sternly on me:
(Lays it down. Cato. 'Tis well: again I'm master of myself.
[Cato takes the sword. Now, Cæsar, let thy troops beset our gates, And bar each avenue ; thy gathering fleets O'erspread the sea, and stop up every port ; Cato shall open to himself a passage, And mock thy hopes.
[Comes forward, R. Por. [Kneels, R. c.] 0, sir, forgive your son, Whose grief hangs heavy on him !-0, my fatherHow am I sure it is not the last time I e'er shall call you so :- be not displeas'a, 0, be not angry with me, whilst I weep, And, in the anguish of my heart, beseech you To quit the dreadful purpose of your soul. Cato. Thou hast been ever good and dutiful.
[Lays his hand on his head. Weep not, my son; all will be well again : The righteous gods, whom I have sought to please, Will succour Cato, and protect his children.