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Third Song after the third Act.

Chorus of Roman Senators.

DA

ARK is the Path poor Mortals tread:

Wisdom it self a Guide does need: We little thought, when Cæfar bled,

That a worse Cæfar would succeed. And are we under such a hopeless Curse, That we can never Change, but for the worse?

Under Pretence of necessary Force

By which we our own felves Enthrall, These, without Blushes, or Remorse,

Proscribe the Best, impoverish All. The Gauls themselves, our greatest Foes,

Could offer Terms no worse than those.

That

That Cæfar with Ambitious Thoughts

Had Virtues too, his very Foes cou'd find : These equal him in all his Faults,

But never in his noble Mind. That Free-born Spirits shou'd obey

Wretches who know not how to Sway!

Too late we now repent our hasty Choice;

In vain bemoan so quick a Turn; Dejected Rome cries with united Voice,

Better, a thousand times, that we had born Our Ills a while, with Patience, and with Eafe, Than try'd a Fatal Cure much worse than our

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Fourth SONG after the fourth Act.

OUR

Chorus of Soldiers in the Army of Brutus and

* Caflius.

.
UR Vows thus chearfully we fing,

Till the fierce Clangor fires our Blood: Let all the Neighb'ring Ecchoes ring

With Wishes for our Country's Good: 1 And, for Reward, of the juft Gods we claim A Life with Freedom, or a Death with Fame.

May Rome be freed from War's Allarms,

And Mulets too heavy to be born: May she beware of Foreign Arms,

And send them back with noble Scorn. And, for Reward, &c.

May

May she no more confide in Friends

Who nothing farther understood,
Than only, for their private Ends,

To waste her Wealth, and spill her Blood. And, for Reward, &c.

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Our greatest Patriots Jove restrain

From Faction, which they Wisdom call; From the low Thoughts of little Gain,

And hazarding the losing all.
And, for Reward, &c. De caiacs

Our Arms we'll eagerly prepare,

Then, to the glorious Combat fly; All disingag’d from future Care, ici

Except to Overcome, or Dye. And, fof Reward, &c.

...

They

They Fight, Oppression to increase;

We, for our Liberties and Laws; It werè a Sin to doubt Success,

When Freedom is the Noble Cause. And, for Reward, of the Just Gods we claim A Life with Freedom, or a Death with, Fame.

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