Sem. I've practised with him,

Syph. Yes—but it is to Cato.

Sem. Come, 'tis no matter; we shall do without him.

Syph. May she be thine as fast as thou wouldst have her.

Sem. Syphax, I love that woman; though I curse

Syph. Make Cato sure, and give up Utica,

Sem. All, all is ready;

Syph. Meanwhile I'll draw up my Numidian troops

[Exeunt.

ACT THE THIRD.

SCENE I.

 A Chamber. Enter Marcus and Portius.  

Marcus

Portius

Marc. Thanks to my stars, I have not ranged about

Por. Marcus, the friendships of the world are oft

Marc. Portius, thou know'st my soul in all its weakness;

Por. When love's well-timed, 'tis not a fault to love.

Marc. Alas, thou talk'st like one that never felt

Por. What can thy Portius do to give thee help?

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