Marcia. While Cato lives, his daughter has no right

Lucia. But should this father give you to Sempronius?

Marcia. I dare not think he will: but if he should—

[Exeunt.

Sempronius

Juba

Numidian Guards

Sem. The deer is lodged, I've track'd her to her covert.

Juba

Jub. What do I see? Who's this that dares usurp

Sem. One that was born to scourge thy arrogance,

Jub. What can this mean? Sempronius!

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

Jub. Nay then, beware thy own, proud, barbarous man.

Sempronius

Sem. Curse on my stars! Am I then doom'd to fall

[Dies.

Jub. I'll hence to Cato,

[Exit

Juba

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