Dec. Cato, I've orders to expostulate And reason with you, as from friend to friend: Think on the storm that gathers o'er your head, And threatens ev'ry hour to burst upon it; Still may you stand high in your country's honours— Do but comply, and make your peace with Cæsar; Rome will rejoice, and cast its eyes on Cato, As on the second of mankind. Cato. No more; I must not think of life on such conditions.
