Morano. If you will not obey orders, quarter-mafter, this piftol fhall put an end to the difpute. [Claps it to bis bead.] The common caufe now requires your agreement. If gaming is fo rife, I don't wonder that treachery fill fubfifts among you.

Hacker. Who is treacherous?

Morano. Capftern and Laguerre have let the prince and the ftripling, you took prifoner, efcape, and are gone off with them to the Indians. Upon your duty, gentlemen, this day depends our all.

Let

Culverin. Rather than have ill blood among us, I return the money. I value your friendship more. all animofities be forgot.

Morano. We fhould be Indians among ourselves, and shew our breeding and parts to every body elfe. If we cannot be true to one another, and falfe to all the world befide, there is an end of every great enterprize.

Hacker. We have nothing to truft to but death or victory.

Morano. Then hey for victory and plunder, my

lads!

Pir.

AIR LII. Το you fair ladies.
By bolder fteps we win the race.
Let's bafte where danger calls.

Morano. Unless ambition mend its pace,

It totters, nods, and falls.

1.Pir. We must advance or be undone.

Morano. Think thus, and then the battle's won.
Chorus. With a fa, la, la, &c.

Morano. You fee your booty, your plunder, gentlemen. The Indians are just upon us. The great muft venture death fome way or other, and the less ceremony about it, in my opinion, the better. But why talk I of death! Thofe only talk of it, who fear it. Let us all live, and enjoy our conquefts. Sound the charge.

AIR LIII. Prince Eugene's march.

When the tiger roams,

And the timorous flock is in his view,
Fury foams,

He thirfts for the blood of the crew.

His greedy eyes he throws,"

Thirft with their number grows,
On he pours, with a wide waste pursuing,
Spreading the plain with a general ruin,
Thus let us charge, and our foes o'erturn.
Vanderbluff. Let us on one and all!

i Pir.

How they fly, how they fall! Morano. For the war, for the prize 1 burn.

Vanderbluff. Were they dragons, my lads, as they fit brooding upon treafure, we would fright them from

their nefts.

Morano. But fee, the enemy are advancing to close engagement. Before the onfet, we'll demand a parley, and if we can, obtain honourable termsWe are overpower'd by numbers, and our retreat is cut off. Enter Pohetohee, Cawwawkee, Polly, &c. with the Indian army drawn up against the Pirates.

Poh. Our hearts are all ready. The enemy halts. Let the trumpets give the fignal.

AIR LIV. The Marlborough.

Caw. We the fword of juftice drawing,
Terror caft in guilty eyes;
In its beam falfe courage

dies;

'Tis like lightning keen and awing.
Charge the foe,

Lay them low,

On then and ftrike the blow.

Hark, victory calls us. See, guilt is difmay'd :
The villain is of his own confcience afraid,
In your hands are your lives and your liberties held,
The courage of virtue was never repell'd.

Pir. Our chief demands a parley.

Pob. Let him advance.

Art thou, Morano, that fell man of prey?
That foe to justice?

Morano. Tremble and obey.

Poh.

Art thou great Pohetohee flyl'd?

I dare avow my actions and

the fame.

my name.

Mor.

Mor: Thou know't then, king, thy fon there, was my prifoner. Pay us the ranfom we demand, allow us fafe paffage to our ships, and we will give you your lives and liberties.

Pob. Shall robbers and plunderers prefcribe rules to right and equity? Infolent madman! Compofition with. knaves is base and ignominious. Tremble at the fword of justice, rapacious brute.

AIR LV. Les rats.

Morano. Know then, war's my pleasure.
Am I thus controul'd?\

Both thy heart and treasure
I'll at once unfold.

You, like a mifer, fcraping, biding,
Rob all the world; you're but mines of gold.
Rage my breaft alarms;

War is by kings held right-deciding;

Then to arms, to arms;

With this fword I'll force your bold.

By thy obftinacy, king, thou haft provok'd thy fate; and fo expect me.

Pob. Rapacious fool; by thy avarice thou shalt pe

rifh.

Morano. Fall on.

Pob. For your lives and liberties.

1. Fight, Pirates beat off.

Enter Ducat.

Ducat. A flight wound now would have been a good certificate; but who dares contradict a foldier? Tis your common foldiers who must content themselves with mere fighting; but 'tis we officers that run away with the most fame as well as pay. Of all fools, the fool-hardy are the greateft, for they are not even to be trufted with themfelves. Why fhould we provoke men to turn again upon us, after they are run away i For my own part, I think it wifer to talk of fighting, than only to be talk'd of. The fame of a talking hero will fatisfy me; the found of whofe valour amazes and aftonishes all peaceable men, women, and children.

y?

Sure

Sure a man may be allow'd a little lying in his own praife, when there's fo much going about to his difcredit. Since every other body gives a man lefs praise than he deferves, a man, in juftice to himself, ought to make up deficiencies. Without this privilege, we fhould have fewer good characters in the world than we have.

AIR LVI. Mad Robin.

How faultlefs does the nymph appear,
When her own band the picture draws!
But all others only fwear.
Her wrinkles, cracks, and flaws.
Self-flattery is our claim and right,
Let men Jay what they will;
Sure we may fet our good in fight,
When neighbours jet our ill.

So, for my own part, I'll no more truft my reputation in my neighbour's hands than my money.

them both myself to the beft advantage.

But will turn

Enter Polietohee, Cawwawkee, and Indians. Pob. Had Morano been taken or flain, our victory had been complete.

Ducat. A hare may escape from a mastiff. I could not be a greyhound too.

Pob. How have you difpofed of the prisoners?

Caw. They are all under fafe guard, till the king's juftice, by their exemplary punishment, deters others from the like barbarities.

Pob. But all our troops are not as yet return'd from the purfuit: I am too for fpeedy justice, for in that there is a fort of clemency. Befides, I would not have my private thoughts worried by mercy to pardon fuch wretches. I cannot be anfwerable for the frailties of my nature.

Caw. The youth who refcu'd me from these cruel men is miffing; and amidst all our fucceffes I cannot feel happiness. I fear he is among the flain. My gratitude interested itself fo warmly in his fafety that you muft pardon my concern. What hath victory done for me? I have loft a friend.

AIR LVII. Thro' the wood laddy.
As fits the fad turtle alone on the spray;
His heart forely beating,

Sad murmur repeating,

Indulging his grief for his confort aftray;
For force or death only could keep her away.
Now he thinks of the fowler, and every fnare;
If guns have not flain ber,

The net muft detain her,

[tear,

Thus he'll rife in my thoughts ev'ry hour with a
If fafe from the battle he do not appear.

Pob. Dead or alive, bring me intelligence of him; for I fhare in my fon's affliction.

[Exit Indian. Ducat. I had better too be upon the fpot, or my men may embezzle fome plunder which by right fhould be

mine.

Enter Indian.

[Exit.

Indian. The youth, fir, with a party is just return'd from the purfuit. He's here to attend your majefty's

commands.

Enter Polly, and Indians.

Caw. Pardon, fir, the warmth of my friendship, if
I fly to meet him, and for a moment intercept his duty.
[Embracing,
AIR LVIII Clafp'd in my dear Melinda's arms.
Polly. Victory is our's.
Caw.

My fond heart is at reft.
Polly. Friendship thus receives its guest.
Caw. O what tranfport fills my breast!

Polly. Conqueft is complete,
Caw. Now the triumph's great.
Polly. In your life is a nation bleft.
Caw. In your life I'm of all poffefs'd.

Pob. The obligations my fon hath received from you, makes me take a part in his friendship. In your fafety victory has been doubly kind to me. If Morano hath efcap'd, juftice only referves him to be punish'd by another hand.

Polly.