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SCENE I - Joseph Addison, Cato: A Tragedy and Selected Essays [1710]

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Cato: A Tragedy and Selected Essays, ed. by Christine Dunn Henderson and Mark E. Yellin, with a Foreword by Forrest McDonald (Indianapolis: Liberty Fund, 2004).

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SCENE I

Lucia, Marcia.

Lucia

  • Now tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy soul,
  • If thou believ’st ’tis possible for woman
  • To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers?

Marcia

  • O Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart
  • Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow:
  • Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace
  • With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.

Lucia

  • I know thou ’rt doomed, alike, to be beloved
  • By Juba and thy father’s friend, Sempronius;
  • But which of these has power to charm like Portius!

Marcia

  • Still must I beg thee not to name Sempronius?
  • Lucia, I like not that loud, boisterous man;
  • Juba to all the bravery of a hero
  • Adds softest love, and more than female sweetness:
  • Juba might make the proudest of our sex,
  • Any of woman-kind, but Marcia, happy.

Lucia

  • And why not Marcia? come, you strive in vain
  • To hide your thoughts from one who knows too well
  • The inward glowings of a heart in love.

Marcia

  • While Cato lives, his daughter has no right
  • To love or hate, but as his choice directs.

Lucia

  • But should this father give you to Sempronius?

Marcia

  • I dare not think he will: but if he should—
  • Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
  • Imaginary ills, and fancied tortures?
  • I hear the sound of feet! they march this way!
  • Let us retire, and try if we can drown
  • Each softer thought in sense of present danger.
  • When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
  • (In spite of all the virtue we can boast,)
  • The woman that deliberates is lost.