Juba

Lucia. Marcia, you're too severe;

Marcia. 'Tis therefore, Lucia, that I chide him from me;

Lucia. Why will you fight against so sweet a passion,

Marcia. How, Lucia! wouldst thou have me sink away

Lucia. Why have I not this constancy of mind,

Marcia. Lucia, disburden all thy cares on me,

Lucia. I need not blush to name them, when I tell thee

Marcia. They both behold thee with their sister's eyes,

Lucia. Suppose 'twere Portius, could you blame my choice?—

Marcia. Alas, poor youth!

Lucia. You seem to plead

Marcia. Heav'n forbid.

Lucia. Was ever virgin love distress'd like mine!

Marcia. Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our sorrows,

[Exeunt.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

 The Senate sitting. Flourish. Enter Cato.  

Cato

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