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V. SCENE I.

King , Q UEEN , D UNBAR .

Q UEEN .

O! this was more than the ill-sorted Train
Of undetermin'd Fancy! — This convey'd
No loose imperfect Images: But all
Was dreadfully distinct! as if the Hand
Of Fate had wrought it. — Profit by those Signs —
Your guardian Angel dictates. — O my Prince!
Let not your blind Security disgrace
The Merit of your Prudence.

King .

No, my Queen,

ACT IV. SCENCE I.

S TUART .

This Solitude but more foments Despair!
Recals — compares — and to th' incessant Pangs
Of Spite, Revenge, and Shame condemns my Soul! —
O! what a miserable Slave am I! —
Precipitated from the tow'ring Hope
Of eagle-ey'd Ambition, to th' Abyss
Of mutt'ring Horror, curs'd from Thought to Thought!
— Hah Jealousy! — I feel th' infernal Power!
Her hissing Snakes arrouse — her Torch inflames
My madd'ning Soul! — Yes, — if he thus permits

ACT III. SCENE I.

Queen , E LEONORA , C APTAIN .

Queen .

What from the Battlements hast thou descry'd?

C APTAIN .

Nothing distinct, my Queen — Involv'd in Clouds
Impervious to the View, the Battle long
Continu'd doubtful, 'midst the mingling Sounds
Of Trumpets, neighing Steeds, tumultuous Shouts
Of fierce Assailants, doleful Cries of Death,
And clatt'ring Armour; 'till at length, the Noise

ACT II. SCENE Continues .

A NGUS , D UNBAR .

D UNBAR .

By Heav'n it glads me, that my Sword shall find
An ample Field to Day. — The King arrous'd,
Chafes like a Lion in the Toils betray'd?

A NGUS .

I mark'd his Indignation, as it rose
At Athol 's proud Reply, from calm Concern,
To anxious Tumult, menacing Disdain,
And overboiling Wrath. — But say, my Friend,
How move the Rebels? — Are their Ranks dispos'd

ACT I. SCENE I.

A Convent in P ERTH .

A NGUS , D UNBAR .

D UNBAR .

But that my Duty calls, I would decline
Th' unwelcome Office. — Now, when Justice waves
Her flaming Sword, and loudly claims her Due,
Thus to arrest her Arm, and offer Terms
Of Peace to Traitors who avow their Crime,
Is to my Apprehension weak, and suits
But little with the Majesty of Kings. —
Why sleeps the wonted Valour of our Prince?

Anno Dom. 1662.

When he Obtained for the Colony of Connecticut His Majesty's Gracious Charter.

The English Settlements when thus begun,
Were blest and prospered in their carrying on.
Churches Embody, Heaven they address,
For Preservation in the Wilderness.
The Heathen they Invite unto the Lord,
And teach them the good Knowledge of his word.
Heav'n heard their Pray'rs & their labour Crown'd,
With Health & Peace with all their Nei'bors round.

" Sir , be Advis'd before it be too late,
" Trust not too far your Evil-boding Fate.
" Great pity tis to lose so brave an Host;
" And more that such a General shoud be lost.
" Then steer another course: thrust not your selves
" To certain ruin on these dangerous shelves:

" Here stop't, and on the English fix'd his Eye,
" With care Expecting what they would reply.
" Brave Mason who had in his breast Enshrin'd,
" A Prudent and Invulnerable mind;

The Night is Past, & Civil Wars o're-blown,
And the right Heir advanced to the Throne,
A general Joy runs thro' Great- Britanny ,
At the appearance of His Majesty:
Loud Canons from the Ships upon the Thames ,
And from the Batteries fill'd the Air with Flames:
Whilst from the Tower such mighty Thunders went
As shook the Islands, Seas, and Continent.
The Rich, the Poor, the Old, the Young, agree,
To Celebrate a joyful Jubilee:
And to the utmost all themselves Employ,
To make free Demonstrations of their Joy.

I.

The groves of Blarney,
They look so charming,
Down by the purlings
Of sweet silent brooks,
All decked by posies
That spontaneous grow there,
Planted in order
In the rocky nooks.
'Tis there the daisy,
And the sweet carnation,
The blooming pink,
And the rose so fair;
Likewise the lily,
And the daffodilly —
All flowers that scent
The sweet open air.

II.

'Tis Lady Jeffers
Owns this plantation;
Like Alexander,
Or like Helen fair,

In France.

Oh, the pleasant life a soldier leads!
Let the lawyer count his fees,
Let old women tell their beads,
Let each booby squire breed cattle, if he please,
Far better 'tis, I think,
To make love, fight, and drink.
Odds boddekin!
Such life makes a man to a god akin.