Jub. My joy, my best beloved, my only wish! Marcia. Lucia, thy arm. Lead to my apartment. Marcia Lucia Jub. I am so blest, I fear 'tis all a dream. [Exit. SCENE II. The Street. A March at a distance. Enter Cato and Lucius. Cato Lucius Luc. I stand astonish'd! What, the bold Sempronius, Cato. Trust me, Lucius, Portius Por. My heart is grieved, Cato. Has Cæsar shed more Roman blood? Por. Not so. Cato. Perfidious man! But haste, my son, and see [Exit Portius Luc. While pride, oppression, and injustice reign,
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