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Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a Roman.
Decius. What is a Roman, that is Cæsar's foc?
Cato. Greater than Cæsar: he's a friend to virtuc.
Decius. Consider, Cato, you're in Utica,
And at the head of your own little senate;
Yon don't now thunder in the capitol,
With all the mouths of Rome to second you.
Cato. Let him consider that who drives us hither.
'Tis Cæsar's sword has made Rome's senate little,
And thinn'd its ranks. Alas! thy dazzled eye
Beholds this man in a false glaring light,
Which conquest and success have thrown upon him ;:
Didst thou but view him right, thou ’dst see him black
With murder, treasou, sacrilege, and crimes,
That strike my soul with horror but to name 'cm.
I know thou look'st on me as on a wretch,
Beset with ills, and covered with misfortunes ;
But, by the gods I swear, millions of worlds.
Should never buy me to be like that Cæsar!
Decius. Does Cato send this answer back to Cæsar, For all his ger'rous cares and profferr'd friendship?
Cato. His cares for me are insolent and vain :
Presumptuous man! the gods take care of Cató.
Would Cæsar shew the greatness of his soul?
Bid him employ his care for these my friends,
And make good use of his ill-gotten power,
By sheftring men much better than himself.
Decius. Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forget
You rush on your destruction :
But I have done., When I rclate hereafter
The tale of this unhappy embassy,
All Rome will be in tears.
XVIII. Orestes embassy to Pyrrhus,
Berore I speak the message of the Greeks,
Permit me, sir, to glory in the title
Of their embassador; since I behold
Troy's vanquisher, and great Achilles son.
Nor does the son rise short of such a father :
If Hector fell by him, Troy fell by you
But what your father never would have done
You do. You cherish the remains of Troy;
And, by an ill-timed pity, keep alive
The dying embers of a ten-ycars' war.
Jlave you so soon forgot the mighty lector?
The Greeks remember his high brandish'd sword,
That fill'd their states with widows and with orphans ;
For which they call for vengeance on his son.
Who knows what he may one day prove? Who knows
But he may brave us in our ports; and, fillid
With Hector's fury, set our fleets on blaze?
You may yourself live to repeat your mercy.
Comply, then, with the Grecians' just demands:
Satiate their vengeance, and preserve yourself.
Pyrr. The Goueks are for my şafety more conceru'd
Than I desire. I thought your kings were met
On more important counsel. When I heard
The name of their embassador, I hop'd
Some glorious enterprise was taking birth.
Is Agamemnon's son dispatch'd for this?
And do the Grecian chiefs, renown'd in war,
A race of heroes, join in close debate
To plot an infant's death What right has Greece
To ask his life! must I, must I alone,
Of all her scepter'd warriors, be deny'd
To treat my captive as I please! Know, prince,
When Troy lay smoking on the ground, and each
Proud victor shar'd the harvest of the war,
Andromache, and this her son, were mine;
Were mine by. lot! and who shall wrest them from mę?
Ulysses bore away old Priam's queen;
Cassandra was your own great father's prize:
Did I concern myself in what they won?
Did I send embassies to claim their captives?
Orestes. But, sir, we fear for you and for ourselves.
Troy may again revive, and a new Heator
Rise in Astyanax. Then think betimes-
Pyrrhus. Let dastard souls be timorously wise:
But tell them, Pyrrhus knows not how to forin
Far-fancy'd ills, and dangers out of sight.
Ores. Sir, call to mind the unrivall'd strength of Troy;
Her walls, hør bulwarks, and her gates of brass;
Ier kings, her beroes, and embattled armies!'
Pyrrhus. I call them all to mind; and see them all Confus'd in dust; all mix'd in one wide ruin; All but a child, and he in bondage held. What vengeance can we fear from such a Troy? If they have sworn to extinguish Hector's race, Why was their row for twelve long months deferr'd? Why was he not in Priam's bosom slain ? He should have fall'n among the slaughter'd heaps Whelm’d under Troy. His death had then been just, When age with infancy, alike in vain Pleaded their weakness; when the heat of conquest, And horrors of the fight, rous'd all our rage, And blindly hurry'd us through scenes of death. My fury then was without bounds: but now, My wrath appeas’d, must I be cruel still, And, deaf to all the tender calls of pity, Like a cool murderer, bathe my hands in bloodAn infant's blood ?-No, princo-Go, bid the Greeks Mark out some other victim; my revenge llas ha its fill. What has escap'd from Troy Shall not be sav'd to perisk in Epirus.
Orestes. I need not tell you, sir, Astyanax Was doom'd to death in Troy; nor mention how The crafty mother sav'd her darling son: The Greeks do now but urge their former sentence: Nor is 't the boy, but lector they pursue; The father draws the vengeance on the son:': The father, who so oft in Grecian blood llas drench'd his sword: the father, whom the Greeks May seek even here.-+---Prevent them, sir, in time. Pyrrhus. No! let them come; since I was born to
wage Eternal wars.
Let them now turn their arms On him, who conquer'd for them; let them come, And in Epirus seek another Troy. 'Twas thus they recompens'd my godlike sire; Thus was Achilles thank'd. But, prince, remember, Their black ingratitude then cost them dear.
Orestes. Shall Greece then find a rebel son in Pyrrhus ?
Pyrrhus. Have I then conquer'd to depend on Greece ?
Orestes. Hermione will sway your soul.to peace,
And mediate 'twixt your father and yourself:
Her beauty will endrce my embassy.
Pyrrhus. llermione may have her charms, and I
May love her still, tho' not her father's slave.
I may in time give proofs that I am a lover;
But never must forget that I am a king.
Meanwhile, sir, you may see fair Helen's daughter:
I know how near in blood you stand ally'd.
That done, you have my answer, prince. The Greeks,
No doubt, expect your quick return.
XIX. Satan's speech to his Angels at the opening
the debate in Pandemonium.
Pow'rs and dominions! deities of heaven!
For (since no deep within her gulph can hold
Celestial vigour, though opprest and fallen)
I give not heav'n for lost. From this descent
Celestial virtues rising will appear
More glorious, and more dread, than from no fall,
And trust themselves to fear no second fate.
Me though just right, and the fix'd laws of hear'n,
Did first create your leader, next free choice,
With what beside, in council, or iu fight,
JIath been achier'd of merit; yet this loss
Thus far, at least, recover'd, hath much more
Establish'd in a safe, un-envied throne
Yielded with full consent. The happier state
In heayền, which follows dignity, might drawy
Envy from each inferior; but who here
Willenvy whom the highest place exposes
Foremost to stand against the thund'rer's aimn
Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share.
Of endless pain. With this advantage then
To union and firm faith, and firm aecord,a ;
More than can be in heavin, we now return
To claim our just inheritance of old,
Surer to prosper, than prosperity,
Could have assur'd us, and by what best way,
Whether of open war, or' covert guile, 1.;
We now debate. Who can advise, may speak.
My sentence is for open war: of wiles, More unexpert, I boast not: them let those Contrive who need; or when they need; not now. For while they sit contriving, shall the rest, Millions that stand in arms, and longing wait The signal to ascend, sit ling’ring here Heav'n's fugitives, and for their dwelling-place Accept this dark opprobrious den of shame, The prison of his tyranny who reigns By our delay! No,-let us rather choose, Arm'd with hell flames and fury, all at once D'er heav'n's high tow'rs to force resistless way, Turning our tortures into horrid arms Against the torturer; when to meet the noise Of his almighty engine he shall hear Infernal thunder; and, for lightning, sec Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his angels : and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur, and strange fire, His own invented torments. But perhaps The way seems difficult, and steep to scale With upright wing against a higher foe. Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drenchi. Of that forgetful lake berrumb not still, That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse. Who but felt of late When the fierce foe hung on our broken rear Insulting, and pursu'd us through the deep, With what compulsion and laborious flight We sunk thus low ?%Th’ascent is easy then: Th’ event is fear'd':-should we again provoko Our stronger, some worse 'way his wrath may find To our destruction; if there be in helt Fear to be worse destroyd. —What can be worse Than to dwelt here, driv'n out from bliss, condemand In this abhorred deep tơ átter woc; Where pain of unextinguishable fire Must exercise us without hope of end, The vassals of his anger, when the scourge