[Exit.

Luc. Cato, amidst his slumbers, thinks on Rome,

Marcia. Alas, 'tis not the voice

Portius

Por. Oh, sight of woe!

Luc. Oh, Portius,

Por. I've raised him up,

Marcia. Oh, Heav'n! assist me in this dreadful hour,

Cato

Cato. Here set me down——

[Dies.

Por. There fled the greatest soul that ever warm'd

[Exeunt omnes.

THE END.

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