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The FIRST BOOK, &c. ?

Thy Hand slew Python; and the Dame who lost
Her num'rous Off-spring for a fatal Boaft.
In Phlegias' Doom thy jųft Revenge appears,
Condemn'd to Furies and Eternal Fears;
Heviews his Food, wou'd taste, yet dares not try;
But dreads the mouldring Rock that trembles from

(on high.

Propitious hear our Pray’r, O Pow'r Divine! And on thy Hospitable Argas shine. Whether the Style of Titan please thee more, Whose Purple Rays th’Achæmenes adore ; Or great Osyris, who first taught the Swain In Pharian Fields to fow the Golden Grain; Or Mitra, to whose Beams the Persian bows, And pays

in hollow Rocks his awful Vows, Mitra, whose Head the Blaze of Light adorns, Who grasps the strugling Heifer's Lunar Horns.

The End of the first Book.

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In order to be Sung as Chorus's between the Acts of a Play of Shakespear that was altered.

First Song after the End of the

first Act.

Chorus of Free Citizens of Rome.


Hither is Ancient Virtue gone?

What is become of Justice now? That Valour, which so bright has shone, And with the Wings of Conquest flown, Must to a haughty Master bow:

Who with our Toil, our Blood, and all we have be

[fide, Gorges his ill-got Power, his Humour or his Pride

He frankly does his Life expose:

So will a Lyon or a Bear.
What Comfort can that be to those,
Who more his vain Ambition fear?
How stupid Wretches we appear;

[roam; Who round the World, for Wealth, and Empire, And never, never think, what Slaves we are at


Did Men, for this, together Join, i

Quitting the free wild Life of Nature?
What Beast but Man did e'er. Combine

For setting up his Fellow-Creature,
And of two Mischiefs chuse the Greater?

[Men, Oh, rather than be Slaves to false and worthless

[and Caves agen. Give us our Wildness, and our Woods, our Huts,


There secure from Lawless Sway,

Out of Pride, or Envy's way;
Living up to Nature's Rules.
Not deprav'd by Knaves and Fools,

[Sheep; Happily we all might live, and Harmless as our Then at length as calmly dye, as Infants fall asleep.

Second SONG after the second

A C T.

The Genius of Rome.

O, to prevent this awful Empire's Doom,
From Bright unknown Abodes of Bliss I

[come, The Mighty Genius of Majestick Rome.

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Her * Fate approaches! yet, I will ingage
Some few, the Master Souls of all this Age,
To do an Act of juft Heroic Rage.

* The Fall of the Commonwealth, when it was chang’d into Tyranny.

'Tis hard so Brave a Man should fall so low; But worse, to let so Great a People bow To one themselves have rais'd, who scorns them


Yet, oh, I grieve that Brutus should be stain'd, Whose Life, excepting this one AA, remain'd So Pure, that future Times will think it feign'd.

But only He can make the Rest combine ;
The very

Life and Soul of their Design :
The Center, where those Mighty Spirits join.

Unthinking Men no sort of Scruples make;
And some are Bad, only for Mischief's sake;
But ev’n the Best are Gụilty by Mistake.

Thus, while they all for Publick Good intend
To bring a Tyrant to untimely End,
The over-zealous Brutus Stabs his Friend.

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