Cato. Thanks to the gods, my boy has done his duty.

Por. Long may they keep asunder!

Luc. Oh, Cato, arm thy soul with all its patience;

Cato

Senators

Cato. Welcome, my son! Here lay him down, my friends,

Jub. Was ever man like this!

Cato. Alas, my friends,

Jub. Behold that upright man! Rome fills his eyes

[Aside.

Cato. Whate'er the Roman virtue has subdued,

Jub. While Cato lives, Cæsar will blush to see

Cato. Cæsar ashamed! Has he not seen Pharsalia?

Luc. 'Tis time thou save thyself and us.

Cato. Lose not a thought on me; I'm out of danger:

Luc. Cæsar has mercy, if we ask it of him.

Cato. Then ask it, I conjure you; let him know,

Jub. If I forsake thee

Cato. Thy virtues, prince, if I foresee aright,

Por. I hope my father does not recommend

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