‘At length a barren wedlock let me prove,

Give me the name without the joys of love;

No more to be abandoned let me come,

That Cato’s wife may live upon my tomb.’ ”

“When lo! the sounding doors are heard to turn, Chaste Martia comes from dead Hortensius’ urn. ⋮ Forth from the monument the mournful dame With beaten breasts and locks dishevelled came; Then with a pale, dejected, rueful look, Thus pleasing to her former lord she spoke. ⋮ ‘At length a barren wedlock let me prove, Give me the name without the joys of love; No more to be abandoned let me come, That Cato’s wife may live upon my tomb.’ ”