Marcia

[Exit.

Marcia. Oh, ye immortal powers, that guard the just,

Lucia

Lucia. Where is your father, Marcia; where is Cato?

Marcia. Lucia, speak low, he is retired to rest.

Lucia. Alas, I tremble when I think on Cato!

Marcia. Though stern and awful to the foes of Rome,

Lucia. 'Tis his consent alone can make us blest.

Marcia. And ever shall lament; unhappy youth!

Lucia. Has set my soul at large, and now I stand

Marcia. Let him but live, commit the rest to Heav'n.

Lucius

Luc. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man!

Marcia. His mind still labours with some dreadful thought.

Juba

Jub. Lucius, the horsemen are return'd from viewing

Luc. Marcia, 'tis time we should awake thy father.

Portius

Por. As I was hasting to the port, where now

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