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Help! help! th' unpractis'd conqueror cries;
He faints, he falls, help, help! Ah me! he dies.
Gently fhe tries to raise his head,

And weeps, alas! to find him dead.

Sound, found a charge, 'tis war again,

Again he fights, again is flain;

Again, again, help, help! fhe cries,

He faints, he falls, help, help: Ah me! he dies.

Happy pair,

Another.

Free from care,

Enjoy the bleffing
Of fweet poffeffing
Free from care,
Happy pair.

Love inviting,
Souls uniting,
Defiring,

Expiring,

Enjoy the bleffing

Of fweet poffeffing

Be true,

Free from care,
Happy pair.

Chorus Singing and Dancing.

all ye lovers, whate'er you endure; Though cruel the pain is, how fweet is the cure!

So

So divine is the bleffing,

In the hour of poffeffing,

That one moment's obtaining

Pays an age of complaining.

Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure;
Though cruel the pain is, how sweet is the cure!

[Here enter two parties from the oppofite fides of the theatre, with lances in their hands, marching to a warlike measure of trumpets, &c. Then run a tilt, and, having broken or quitted their lances, form divers combats with fword and buckler. The conquerors dance a meafure, expreffing their

joy for villory.

CHORUS to the Dance.

Amadis is the hero's glory,

Of endless fame a lasting story:
Amadis is the hero's glory.

Oriana is the queen of pleasure,

A light of love, to fhine for ever:

Oriana is the queen of pleasure.

[The entertainment concludes with variety of fongs and dances, after which the company rife and come forward.

AMADI S.

So Phoebus mounts triumphant in the skies,
The clouds difperfe, and gloomy horror flies;
Darkness gives place to the victorious light,
And all around is gay, and all around is bright.

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ORIANA.

ORIAN A.

Our prefent joys are sweeter for past pain ;
To heaven and love by fuffering we attain.

URGANDA.

Prophetic fury rolls within my breast,
And as at Delphos, when the foaming priest
Full of his god, proclaims the diftant doom
Of kings unborn, and nations yet to come;
My labouring mind fo ftruggles to unfold,
On British ground, a future age of gold;
But leaft incredulous you hear---behold.

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[Here a feene reprefents the Queen, and all the triumphs of her Majesty's reign.

appears

High on a throne
the martial queen,
With grace fublime, and with imperial mien,
Surveying round her with impartial eyes,
Whom to protect, or whom the fhall chaftife.
In every line of that aufpicious face
Soft Mercy fimiles, adorn'd with every grace.
So angels look, and fo, when heaven decrees,
They fcourge the world to piety and peace.

Emprefs and conqueror, hail! Thee, fates ordain
O'er all the willing world fole arbitress to reign:
To no one people are thy laws confin'd,
Great-Britain's queen, but guardian of mankind.
Sure hope of all who dire oppreffion bear,
For all th' oppreft become thy inftant care.
Nations of conqueft proud, thou tam'ft, to free;
Denouncing war, prefenting liberty;

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The victor to the vanquish'd yields a prize.
For in thy triumph their redemption lies;
Freedom and peace for ravifh'd fame you give,
Invade to blefs, and conquer to relieve.
So the fun fcorches and revives by turns,
Requiting with rich metals where he burns.

Taught by this great example to be just,
Succeeding kings fhall well fulfill their truft;
Difcord and war and tyranny fhall cease,
And jarring nations be compell'd to peace;
Princes and states, like fubjects, shall agree
To truft her power, fafe in her piety.

If curious to infpect the book of fate, You'd farther learn the deftin'd time and date Of Britain's glory, know, this royal dame

From Stuart's race fhall rife, ANNA fhall be her name.

CON