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SCENE II - 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 II

Sempronius, dressed like Juba, with Numidian guards.

Sempronius

  • The deer is lodged.1 I’ve tracked her to her covert.2
  • Be sure you mind the word, and when I give it,
  • Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey.
  • Let not her cries or tears have force to move you.
  • —How will the young Numidian rave, to see
  • His mistress lost! if aught could glad my soul,
  • Beyond the enjoyment of so bright a prize,
  • ’Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian.
  • —But, hark, what noise! death to my hopes! ’tis he,
  • ’Tis Juba’s self! there is but one way left—
  • He must be murdered, and a passage cut
  • Through those his guards—Hah! dastards, do you tremble!
  • Or act like men, or by yon azure heaven—

Sempronius

  • One that was born to scourge thy arrogance,
  • Presumptuous youth!

Juba

  •   What can this mean? Sempronius!

Sempronius

  • My sword shall answer thee. Have at thy heart.

Juba

  • Nay, then beware thy own, proud, barbarous man!
  •     [Sempronius falls. His guards surrender.]

Sempronius

  • Curse on my stars! am I then doomed to fall
  • By a boy’s hand? disfigured in a vile
  • Numidian dress, and for a worthless woman?
  • Gods, I’m distracted! this my close of life!
  • Oh for a peal of thunder that would make
  • Earth, sea, and air, and heaven, and Cato tremble!
  •     [Dies.]

Juba

  • With what a spring his furious soul broke loose,
  • And left the limbs still quivering on the ground!
  • Hence let us carry off those slaves to Cato,
  • That we may there at length unravel all
  • This dark design, this mystery of fate.

[1. ]Tracked to its den.

[2. ]Hiding place.