Por. Believe me, Marcus, 'tis an impious greatness, Marc. Who knows not this? but what can Cato do Por. Remember what our father oft has told us: Marc. These are suggestions of a mind at ease:— Por. Thou see'st not that thy brother is thy rival; [Aside. Marc. Portius, no more! your words leave stings behind them. Por. Marcus, I know thy gen'rous temper well; Marc. A brother's suff'rings claim a brother's pity. Por. Heav'n knows, I pity thee——Behold my eyes, Marc. Why then dost treat me with rebukes, instead Por. Oh, Marcus! did I know the way to ease Marc. Thou best of brothers, and thou best of friends! Marcus Sempronius Sem. Conspiracies no sooner should be form'd [Aside. Por. My father has this morning call'd together Sem. Not all the pomp and majesty of Rome Por. Alas, Sempronius! wouldst thou talk of love
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