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Decius.

Cato. Decius, a style like this becomes a Roman. What is a Roman, that is Cæsar's foe? Cato. Greater than Cæsar: he's a friend to virtue. 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 'em.
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 gen'rous cares and profferr'd friendship?
Cato. His cares for me are insolent and vain:
Presumptuous man! the gods take care of Cato.
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 sheft' ring men much better than himself.

Decius. Your high unconquer'd heart makes you forget You are a man. You rush on your destruction: But I have done. When I relate hereafter

The tale of this unhappy embassy,

All Rome will be in tears.

XVIII. Orestes" embassy to Pyrrhus,

BEFORE 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-years' war.
Have you so soon forgot the mighty Hector?
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, fill'd
With Hector's fury, set our fleets on blaze?
You may yourself live to repent your mercy.
Comply, then, with the Grecians' just demands:
Satiate their vengeance, and preserve yourself.

Pyrr. The Godeks are for my safety more concern'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 me? 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 Hector

Rise in Astyanax. Then think betimes

Pyrrhus. Let dastard souls be timorously wise: But tell them, Pyrrhus knows not how to form

Far-fancy'd ills, and dangers out of sight.

Ores. Šir, call to mind the unrivall'd strength of Troy; Her walls, her bulwarks, and her gates of brass; Her kings, her heroes, 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 vow 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 blood-
An infant's blood?—No, prince-Go, bid the Greeks
Mark out some other victim; my revenge
Has had its fill. What has escap'd from Troy'
Shall not be sav'd to perish 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 Hector they pursue;
The father draws the vengeance on the son:
The father, who so oft in Grecian blood

Has 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

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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:

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Her beauty will enforce my embassy.

Pyrrhus. Hermione may have her charms, and I May love her still, tho' not her father's slave.

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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 heav'n,
Did first create your leader, next free choice,
With what beside, in council, or iu fight,
Hath been achiev'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 heav'n, which follows dignity, might draw
Envy from each inferior; but who here
Will envy whom the highest place exposes
Foremost to stand against the thund'rer's aim
Your bulwark, and condemns to greatest share
Of endless pain. With this advantage then
To union and firm faith, and firm accord,a a
More than can be in heav'n, 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,
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XX. Moloch's oration for war.

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
O'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, see
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 tarments.--But perhaps
The way seems difficult, and steep to scale
With upright wing against a higher foc.
Let such bethink them, if the sleepy drench
Of that forgetful lake benumb 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 provoke
Our stronger, some worse way his wrath may
To our destruction; if there be in hell
Fear to be worse destroy'd.-What can be worse
Than to dwell here, driv'n out from bliss, condemn'd
In this abhorred deep to utter woe;
Where pain of unextinguishable fire
Must exercise us without hope of end,
The vassals of his anger, when the scourge

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