Syphax

Syph. Our first design, my friend, has proved abortive;

Sem. Confusion! I have fail'd of half my purpose:

Syph. How! will Sempronius turn a woman's slave?

Sem. Think not thy friend can ever feel the soft

Syph. Well said! that's spoken like thyself, Sempronius!

Sem. But how to gain admission? For access

Syph. Thou shalt have Juba's dress, and Juba's guards;

Sem. Heavens, what a thought is there! Marcia's my own!

[Exeunt.

ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I.

 A Chamber. Enter Lucia and Marcia.  

Lucia

Marcia

Lucia. Now, tell me, Marcia, tell me from thy soul,

Marcia. Oh, Lucia, Lucia, might my big swol'n heart

Lucia. I know thou'rt doom'd alike to be beloved

Marcia. Still, I must beg thee not to name Sempronius.

Lucia. And why not Marcia? Come, you strive in vain

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