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Permillion for this Adlick

Honour done me,
but a secret Pleasure, 2

it gives me an C portunity of confessing
the Gratitude of my Heart; and of returning
my hombles Acknowledgments
for that kind Condescension Vou were
so good to shew in my Behalf on a late

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neeeffary - to the best Genius, so they
have often improv'd the meanest. ,
Therefore to raise the bumblest Attempter,
is an Action. truly praise-
Vorthy: As it is the Evidence of a Noble
Soul, not to suffer any Degree of
Merit to pinie in Obscurity. 400 STR,
Vour . Promptitude to such Actions
ought to have a good Effect upon our
Nobility ; by cüring that false and
ungenerous Notion, upon which they
8 proceed. when they call a Man dult,
because . he is poor; 5 and poor, because
he is dull: A Piece of Sophistry which
they. have copied from "Ce bat Wies
among us, who judge in their, oun
Case what they would allow. in no
her ; and e Success 2s. the only 5
Argument and Test of Merit.
Perhaps, S1R, this may. be reckon d
Style as unfit, as it is unusual, in these
Addresses. But Lapgrehend, the Business |

of ; 4 Pedicatioti is inber 1 to 7 Bey"
Protection of the Great, that! to rern

y Urheir Praises. 1 hope, it will be

t. thought upon this Occasion : because I

t- confess my self as unable to make Your
E= | Panegyrick, as I believe You unwilling to
o- Ihear it. My Situation in Life, and the
of Nature of my Studies, disqualify me from

observing properly upon the Great Figure
ou make in the busy World: But this
1 will venture to say,. that the generous
d Encouragement which the politer Arts,
and the Labours of the Learned, 1
received from You, will be n
to Vour Honour son g after the Clamours
of the Envious, and the Slanders of the
Malignant (those constant Attendants upon
hich Merit, and'exalted Station) are
condemn'd to Oblivion.

Wbat is now my Pride, Sis, will *
Xx | then my Glory: And as it is the Mark
of Desert to be espoused by the Deserving,
ese Wi shall reckon the Measure of my Ap-
&& plause full, when Posterity finds among

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Forgive It for What else is blended here,

710 4505 Eaàse be did the Couplets square,
But Passion Tangui/h | 5
Evyfeebling Rhyme a double Burthen hung;

First cramp'd his Pow'rs, and then his Aftor”s Tongus.

But wiser Time has since enlarg d the Bounds,
And chas'd that dull Identity of Sounds. ö
In Mind, and Taste, we: threw off servile Sway z ©
At once went Slavery and Rhyme away, *«

Since Custom then has master'd that Restraint,
Permit our Bard in freer Lines to paint . |
Circe a-new : And, tho despoil'd of. Rhe
Allow: her Wand, and think her still sublime.

Tf not o' er- partial, or too fondly vain, ©
Our Author may prejudge his humble Strain, *
He hopes to show some Beauties in-Undress;s'

Which, tho not glaring, may not please the less,
Conscious, how hard by Force of Scene to mouvs

Tour Breasts to Pity, or inflame 10 Loss, 1,
He therefore calls up other Charms in Aid inal

Rich in thess Helps, and in the Painter's Art,
He courts Applause,” which comes not from the Heart.
But if some Gleams of sober Sense appear, »

For Song and Dance have Magick to persuade /_ ; 5 -

Drama;

King of Argos,

Pylades, Prince'vs Phoats, .

Barzanes, |
dans, Soubies Officers,
Ripbevs; +

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Mr. Helett:;

Mr. Hall.
Mr. Ray.
Mr. Leveridge.
Mr. Salwey...
Mr. Laguerre..
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Wilkes.

WOMEN.

Iphigenia, bnielel of of Diana,

troth'd to Orestes,
Laodice, her Attendant,
Ghost of Chtemnestra.
The Goddess Pallas,

« Priests, Guards, Singers Dae Ge.

80 E NE, The Cepital of Tauric Sni.

% Mrs. daten

Hermione, Princess of Sparta, = Mrs. Younger.

Miss Holliday. .
Mrs. Templer.
© Mrs Wright.
Mis. Furrester.

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Euter Araxes and: "Barzancs
Officer, 95 meeting.

80 loud

Earth. 7 *

BARZANES.

this Tempest :

Guard,
I thought the russian Wind would from their Roots
Have torn the sturdiest Trees; with such Convulsions
They shook, and groan'd, and bow'd their Tops to

SCENE, 4 FOR? To

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EMEMRRAN CE cannot n match the

unquiet Night, | N
In, my Walk of

els most is Rage 34nd fill th
meme tall lab'ring Barks,

Which

Who, for the Crime of one o'er-daring Man,

By Sener Weather mul pur in to Tag OS
Ler them beware, they touch not on this C TY
Ava thats of Greee ene devy'd onr Sheher? |

Arax. Know you not that? Such is Diana's Pre, 1
The Guardian Goddess of our Sythian Empire; |

Pursues a Nation, unappeas'd and wrathful. _
Barz. Who was this Object of her fatal Spleen? |
Hrax. A Name well noted in our Eastern World,

Th' Imperial Agamemnonz whose rash Pride,
Or Levity of Spirit, with wanton Boast
Prompted his Tongue to challenge Skill Divine?
And vie with Dian at thi unerring BoW.
Hence her Resentment grew; and when that Chief
Embark'd with Greece upon the Trojan War,
Their Fleet lay Wind · bound at Eubæan Auli rn.
The Seers pronounc'd, no Gale could aid their Course,
Till Ipbigema, Agamenmont's Daughter,

Should bleed a Sacrifice at Dian 's Altar. 5

Barz. And fell she so? or > l ;
Aras. Reports have varied there.

For some give out, that the relenting Goddess,

In soft . —— of the Virgin's Touth,
Deigu'd to accept a Sacrisice more sir,

And snatch'd her from the horrid Shrine, unse.
Barz. A Fate, like this, as oft I've heard it rumour d,
Attends the 'beatiteous Maid, who, all-unwilling, * :
Prefides rhe Priestess at our Tauric Shrine. |
Arax. I do remember But howc'er the Goddess |
Spared the young Maid, her Wrath pursued the Sire: = -
For when that Grertan'Chict from-down-fal'n Troy ll

Return'd |

a Pa _ i...

Climbing Heaw'n's Hill, relieves us from our Marker

And forces me to pay my Thanks in Blushes.

8 1 to 1 eb ROY,

His Queen; resentful for her Daughter lost. 0

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Buried her Dagger in the Vi&or's Breas.
Barz. Horrid Revenge! But see, — :

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[4 Noise as of 4 Ship fler axon

It came as from the Shore:

mew ogy of the beit rens S.
Euter Riphæus.
Riph. A nine Sh, driv'n by ch 'unly Gang,
Is bulg'd againit our Rocks: The piereing Cries: :
Speak; her Distress is great. Wich best Dispatcch
Send down sufficient Force to give them Ad.
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LES TLTES | (Em frown

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dene changes to an Apartment in the .in.

# Enter. Thoas and Circe attended. W
Thoas. Let Business wait the duller Hours of 1

This Day is sacred all to Sports and Joy.

Tis fit that Triumphs should mark out the Time,
net gave the bright Imperial Circe Birth. =
Circe. These Honours snow r? d in sueh Profuliongn me,
A Subje& roa unworthy of such : Bounries, "43
Swell up my female Bosom with a Pleasure, _
A Pride, that leayes me destitute af Words,

S 3 +© Thoas.

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As tis to lay Dominion at thy Feet 2 22

As, thus indulg'd, to breathe the Vows of 3 1

And tell thee, that a heart-sick Monarch sues

To make thee Partner of his Bed and Throbe. un 5
Cir. Alas! you wound me with this kind Excess if

And waken Honour to be deaf ro Love.

Time was, when Circe in her Virgin Bloom,

Rich in Dependancies, the Heir of Pow'r,

Might, claim, and did aspire to seeptred —

But no that Pomp is wither'd, and * Charos |

Are scanty Dowry for a Monarch's Bed. nt of

Thoas." Say $I pes are more chan Kings can

merit; a 0 nde
More than a "LR or . out- t-firerch'd 8

Twirt that, and Iadus Shores, have Wealth to purchase. |

I know, my Empire is too mean a Price

In Barter for thy Love; and like a Miser.

That sets no Limits to his greedy Wishes,

I must be punish'd' for too rash Desires,

And want the Gem I had not Worth to gain. ?

dir. Still you will conquer; but instru& my ay
My grateful Heart, o'ercharg'd with mighty Debt,

How not to be injurious, should I yield; -
Paying thy Bounties with a Bankrupr' s Hand.

Thoas. All Riches are compriz'd in thy Consent 3

But, oh, if yet thou fear'ft to stand oblig'd,

Permit me to assert my rigorous Claim

And, as the Purchase of an unpaid Love,

To uy ts n and usurp thy 3

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Now, W this haste! el MN ür ee in ifs:
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Ober Scythia's\Empire, fill me with! e 7

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Let Circe- rule in this; Lead to your Shop. *

With Bor Fr perlen make Approach,
And darken, all the Strand. High on their D Rooks?

Embattled, Ranks sand thick; and burnish'd Helms,
And glirt'ring Spears, gleam; horrid on our Coast.
Thoas. In an ill Hour these rash Invaders come 2

To interrupt those Joys, they shall not binder. :
Draw out our Forces, line the Beach with Strength;
J new Its wer re e to meet their Boldness:

[ Exit Ri l

There wy em. e ch: our Ar Scythians,'

While we, my Queen, arcend the vim ee

Of this important Day. e IV VIC

Cir. O: pardon, n 0

We'll baffle Danger ere we think of Joy.
I've now an Int'rest in your Throne and Wr
That lopgs to thew you what LE Art can do
To keep Both safe. . _

e shall command inal L(ExiCirorke Thou,

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A Port : W ith a distant Prasbect oj "the ..

and a Watch-Tower on Rock,

A Peal of Thunder is heard.
Enter Orestes and Pylades.

Oref.. How instant is this Calm! The howling
Winds |
Have spent their Rage; the Fwelling Waves subside 3

And all oy Wreck of Elements is hush'd. . |
e Pla.

tow Were wi ciretdd 1 vith a * of K 60h
Wihiar Burits of Thunder fell! Wie Throat !
While böärse confliting Winds; froti Pole to Pole, 1
Russi'd on the Surge, arid whirl'd it to the State.
%. When Crimes Ansgar temper the rig
3 Gods, n ee
is aut, their Velgetiics should pk on Term . i
Sultibg its Cause, —Behold me, Pylales, nN
Mist like this hideous Storm; lawlcss, and and
As the tude Winds that lash the Sea ea to Maden: 1
Cloùded wirh Guilt, that stains the Face of .
And braving the sweet Sanctity of Heay'n
With foulest Parricide. For this, the Furies .
Ofer Sea and Lind pursue my wand'ring Stepsy
For this, a Mother's pale and bleeding Spectre
Stalks in my Sight, and blasts me with vg Wound;
For this, obedient Tempests plow the Man;
And urge Destruction on an impious Son. 5
Pplad. Man is the Sport of Fate; and oft Despair,
Blinding with Fears our better Judgment, makes us
Conftrue the Purpose of the Gods amiss.
Th' Offence, which gives this Rack of Thought, remember,

Had first the Sanckion of a Gods Command; 3
And sacred Phæbus bad You firike the Blow. -
Orest. Thence only dawns a feeble Ray of Comfort: $
There all my Hopes of Innocence are shelter'd. |
Pylad. O could we turn o'er Fate's eternal Volume,
And trace the Reasons of its dark Decrees,
How might we find the Guilt of buried Fathers d
Rise on their Offspring, and in them ayeng'd!Y | -
How might we find the Hands of guiltless Sons 1

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Had fans Ne the Laws of 47 5

To do 3 on an impious Mother.
Ores. O Pylades, you aig ay Crime too du.,
And touch ix with the Pencil of a Friend. „

Can I suppose, that Deed was aurhoriz d, 27
When Furies haunt my Soul, Le 0 ele,
To mark me out the Hatred of the Gods?
Pylad. Vet, spight of Tempesta, have n ee
. 5 the Cline,
To which th*. oraculous Command did point.
Did not the awful Voice, in Terms —
Charge you to seck the Coast of Tauric Scythia, _
Diana's Temple there, and thence to bring
Her Statue, which they boast to ve dropt from Hear a?
So should the Tumults of your Soul be calm'd, _
And Rest and Joy succeed to both our Lakouts,...
Oreft. We have, indeed, the barbarous Tauri reach d,
Where Rest eternal shall conclude my Toils.
But I conjure thee in the Name of Friendship, | x
Now while the favouring Breeze invites thy Sails,
Fly from. this savage, this inhuman Coastz
Avoid the Partnership of certain Ruin;
And spare thy Friend the Torture of thy Suff ring.
Pylad. What means Oreftes? Have we sworn. far
To stand the dread Events of Fate 88
And shall a Shew of paltry Danger part us?
Orest. Oh! call it not a Shew, an empty Fear;

Think on the horrid Law that here prend.
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Whit haples) Grecian; cist on ; his dite Lan bd,
Eier 'scapes from its inhospitable Shore?
Mistaken Zeal and murth*rous Spe n ay,
Here doom us Victims to the purple e BR LOOM
Here stern Diana is ador'd in Blood, ©
And Altars steam alone with human Gee 8.
Fly, ere the Pomp of Death is drest in Horror:
Ere yet the fatal Chaplet binds thy:Brow, -
I be solemn Hymn is sung, th' unhallow'd Fires
Blaze, or the sacrificing Steel is drawn. | 6
Pylad. Then, how have you road Fi
© Oreft. Here to die: |
A Wretch devoted to th' infernal Gods. | |
Pylad. My Breast, as yours, is arm'd ; and Death is
welcome. 25
Ores. No! Thou art destin·d to some whiter Lot: :
Remember 7phigenia + 0 my Sister! * - |
If she survives, thy Vows have made-thee hers,
And thou'rt no longer Master of thy self.

Pylad. And would'ft thou sacrifice the Royal Maid d \
To him, whose base and abje& Heart could Roop Dy]
Poorly to leave his Friend alone to perish? Ore

Or . Thou hast a Plea t'alledge, that I did order--= My;

Pylad. What eee 255 nde must ach rce

O! with what Triumphs would this glorious Flight

Honour the Name of Pylades in Greece!

How would thy zealous Subjects throng the Gates,

To meet this brave Deserter of their Prince!

How would the Royal Guardian of your Throne, |

Old Menelaus, with open Arms receive me;

While from behind his beauteous Daughter comes,

The bright Hermione, vith, Htreaming *

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d bleeding Heart, t 3 my e Care!
Grest. Ha! there thou hast awak d asleeping Torture
eel the Pangs shoot” through « eich vital Part;

ney sting me to Distraction.— W my! Friend! KA”
Action doubles ev'ry Pain upon neee 2

s ro my View the Image of my Love, :
pale, 'and languishing, and barh'd in Tears,

r Youth and Freshness sicklied o'er with Urte

d sunk in Anguish of her lost Oreffes. rain Tad

Hermione! I feel for thee; © oa

y Sorrows wake me to a righteous Fear,

0 make me wish this hated Life e

bu. Now thou'rt again exe self, — _And see! !
Occafiom ©
to desend the Life we wish prolong'd.

ur En is espiedʒ and, as it seems, |

armed Band advances to surprize us. |
Orest. Then all is ended; 1 has wound us ng

d wills us to submit.
Mad. Submit! To what?

Oreft. To Custom, and the barb'rous Climate $ 2100
Pylad. We will contest the Justice of that Law:
ce shall oppose their Force.

Orest. Alas ! how vain * ©

1 Opposition, when o'er-match'd with Odds! 1

2y1ad." Odds are the Exercise of Heroes“ Vinbes *

Wd lift chem to their own high Rank. Shall A

[ho in the Register of both our Bloods '
ast Gods enroll'd, stand on Equalities;
ad weigh the Poise of Danger with the N iceness,
e Fears, and the Distrust of common Mortals?
is the great Alternative of Valour ©

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N Strangers, submit; and come before our Ki |
Ong. Stand off, proflunprocus Men, ,

Bes. What means this Rashnes? See you nos
SAS xx Numbers? Ry, hers . 1 _ *
Tis Desperation, and not Velen urges
To try this frantick, and unequal .
Pylad. Away, or learn what tis to match wich Gree
Barz. Vet hold, and spare yourselves the certain Rui
Oresß. How insolent th* undaring Villain talks!
Thinks he to prate us into Wen 15 Fx

We will no longer parley. i
4 they gojm 10 engage Enter Thou, ant Cir e \

ü on gf attended. _ her
1. Hold, coward Slaves) Was it not: our Cor Tho

2 Thar you should * these ECB Ls hf

And could you tremble at such weak Resistance?

Give up your Swords, brave Youths: know, tis a Kit

Now warns you to submit; nor . the Shame

Of their inglorious Force.

Pylad. Boast you the King?

Confess it in the Justice of your Pow'r:

Content your self to lord it o'er your own

Nor proudly aim to stretch Controul o'er those,

Who are not {ubje& to your Scepter's Sway.

Kings, who impose Commands that are unjust,

Forfeit that Name to wear the * of ee
Thoas. Am I contemn'd ?
Orest. You are, when you compel us

ef ef Death; we er, were taught to fiel,

PF. "Victims ay are + does y.

1+ grow jealous of rheir noble ating. 17

ar me, Tye. dive hoe Disiras, bur kde: het
not. e Fo fle Guard.

cit Li ves wy kijed + to a Tofcral Sade, - e

d Racks shall expiare the Wound You give they,

! Daltards, stir you not?

2, Pylades drop ont of on Jy” "0K
ire. What needs the Hazard, ra at.
e vain Profusion of your Subjetty | Blood, SOT]
hen, see, the Strangers yield chemsedveb your Captix

aus drive Invasion back, and foil the Foe?

this, bright Princess, is your proper Conquest.

Oreft. iert Gods? What nibh: your
Pleasures?

hat dire Enchantment works tele Arabi Ses:

hence is it, that the Sword forfikes my Gripe?

braced, _ .
Id Limbs, e disobedient to the win,

drget their Vigour, and rheir natural Pandion?
ly Feet are fix'd to Earth, my Knees made weak,
nd ev'ry Pow'r, but that of Soul, subdued.
Pylad. In me, alike, the mitiRerikl Organs
af the Malice of her baneful deer |

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Citce e pub, and he but of Orege

Thoas. And is ir thus you Greeks maintain your Boats pe.

hence, that toy. Strength is e boards: .

And let the 3 Cai tion give us Safety: JL ON
This is the Sorc'ress,...this the fair inchamen, Bit
Of whom unerring Phabus.bad. beware. 7
Guard thee but from the Magick of her _
And all her hellish Charms shall fail to reach us.
Tboas. Accept our Thanks, great Daughter of the 5 x
Thou worthiest Partner of a Monarch's Bed;
Im loft in Wonder, while I see thy _—
Controuling Nature with a Force above her.
Circe. The Gifts I boast are Servants to your Thro 1
And shall be all cmploy'd to rear its Grandeur. 15
Come, we unbind the Rigour of our Charm; *
But know, your hurtful Pow'rs are circumscribed. ' 7
The Gods do this in scorn of Infolence, . __
And overbearing Courage. — Human nt
Presumption stretching it beyond its Bound,
Swells Man to Giant; who, bur for Reproof, _
And Curbs to his licentious proud Conceit, © _
Would soar at Heav'n, and make those Thrones unsafe
Orest. Madam, we know your Arts; and you in yair
Would cloak the Demon with this fair Instruction,. |
Greece is no Stranger to The//alian Witchcrafts; 7
And in ourselves we ve felt your baneful Pow'r.
We're not to learn, what Mischief swells your Breast
And Aspicks': Poisons lurk beneath your Tongue. q
P boas. Ha! Straight, our Guard. —
Circe. What means my throbbing Heart WS:
Where is my Pride, thar I can brook such Language! Ind, |
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Thoss. Such Arrogance but in bescems a Slave. — Thoa
Forgive, fair Queen, the Insults of this Greek. ind C
Soon shall his bold, upbraiding Tongue be mute, hat
And he in Death atone the Railer 8 Outmge. cos

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o, lead them to: their Dooms : 7 on
Pylad. —— Oh my:lov'd Friend! nb, roars]
as this the Pramise of the re Gods? EY
Oreft; It matters not: Death is an casy Task

0 Minds refolv*d, and Lite 's beneath my Cats. i

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Porree. He must not 4. . T4ide.

lis Gallantry and Mien have caught my Soul: on

nd I must stop his Fate, or perish. with him. 1

ight I adrise, crmen e ä

Thoas., Instruct my wishing | Heart FR EET

What Thought is busy in bright Circe's Mind, 44

79 ad call your Counsel a Command with Ts.

cCirce. These Strangers by. their Port, and mn

He Bearing, 1 *.

etray the Princely, Rank: and 1 such, OS

our Rites might well admit a single Vickim ;

or needs it, Both should die.

Thoas, Then be i it so. TD

o our fair Priestesb we bel. gn their Fate. MP.

onduct them to the Temple. straight, with Charge

hat sepꝰ rate they be lodg d, and guarded there,

ill Lots determine which of them shall bleed;

he other shall be fre.

Circe. Still Fears are active with my doubting Soul:

he Lot may fall on him, who must not die. f

Ir, grant him safe, he's lost to Love and Me; -

ze nd, freed from our inhospitable Bonds,

he ill wing his Way for Greece,

Tboas. The Queen grows thoughtful;

ind Care drinks up the Lustre of her Eye.

hat Cause of Gloom dares cloud that Brow of
Beauty? : Eons LAlde.

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OUEBSTES _
+ Ciree. You . Sir, a poor nsorpee's E

Sarmatia's widow'd,titulary-Queeny'/ - --- Ws
Chas'd by rhe Malice of resentful Subjects; 8 a
You more than shelter, place me near your Throne By

And Gratitude, the Guest of nobler-Hearts,

es me, perhaps, too anxious ber * State.
War. Give me your Fears. ny
Tirce. I searce can call them t 1.
Le them be rTather-deem'd unweigh'd: Soi: Year:
And Dangers magnify from female Weakness.
What if your Priestess, who on all Occasions ll m
With strong Reluctance does her hallow'd Ocker; hor
Who holds her Life, ar best, on hated Terms, | fa
Detain'd on Force to-tend the Goddess? Shrines ck
Whar if she should, being berself a Greek, Bow:

On Pity's Motive, or i in Hate to you, - Wn”. .
Have Intreft in these Grecian Pris ners Lives, Ky
And suffer them t'cscape your sworn Pe? ks

Woas. This kind Concern, built on so flight a Grour ws 'Þ
Assures us of the Dearness of your Friendship, Ti Li
And claims our inmost Trust. Accept this Signet, N
With it our Pow'r. — A Guard attend the Queen.

Surround the Temple; watch the doubted Priestesi Sh

Make all, that you suspect, impracticable: ERC.

And bind a King more deeply to your Service.

Bur, oh, the Tribute due to this glad Day

Is yet unpaid, and chides my slacken'd Zeal. |

Lead to the Palace: — Brightest Queen, your Hand
draxer, see our Will proclaim'd at full.

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Enter. Greeia Saller, 1 90 ZE
1. Sail 1 eve plow'd this Kues Ses thess twenty
Years, and never saw such a Storm before.

2. Sal. Pox ont. I have made a hard Shift 1
ll my Limbs together, I'm sure. And now we ure
ore, we look more like = Crew of drown'd Rats,
han of Sailers : Nor have we one Drop of our brave
el Wine left us. The Sou havh alle d all ve
down at one Draught. |

1. Sail. But whar' etlicdinactout Lenders?

3. Sail. They arc safe on Shore.

2. Sail. Pylades is looking after some Temple « of Fa
ws to offer up his Vows ar, I warrant you. Pox on
all Love-Voyages, I say. They seldom end better.
hat needs a Grecian run the Venture of drowning
for a foreign Mistress, when there are so many Women
ss Min his own _— ready t to en e e wor
Want of Lovers? | 8
1. Sail. Metbinks, Brothory Venus ought to take 8
little more Care of her own Votaries.
2d Sail, Why, what hath Verus to do with your
honourable Lovers? —If We had been running away
with some rich Citizen's Wife, the good Goddel
vould have kept the Sea as smooth as her own Bosom.
For, look'ee, Friend, Venus is a wise Goddess, and
ws the Good of her Worshippers better than they
do themselves: She knows, when a Man 4 is ailing to

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0 de drown'd than to arrive at it.

Sail. Ay, if he were to meet with sbeh a Wife:
your piece of Comfort, we grant it: One, that a Ma
had better be at Sea in in a Storm, than at home i in

Calm with.
2. Sail. That's too ite Tae if ever 1 mls a

nother Voyage, I'll bring her with me, I am resoly'
on it. And then if a Storm should arise, I should losc
all Fear of my. awn nn in Hopes of Geing þ he!
drown'd. br | | |
e Done Pilor. 0

Pibr. What, have you forgot our Wreck alread y
ye idle Varlets? Have you forgot your Ship, before she
is cold in her Grave, as a Man may sa ?
2. Sail. Good Words, Master Pilot: As for ou

Ship, rest her Soul, if she be gone: And how she

went, do You and the Storm answer between You.
1. Sail. Ay, ay: Who should answer for a 1
baking but the Pilot? |

3. Sail. I suppose, you'd have had us weather
upon the Rocks where you steer'd us.

Pilot. No, you lazy, lubberly Rascals; but I would
have you strive to save what you can, before the Natives

come down upon us. 7 4
2. Sail. Natives! here are no Natives. There 's no

Sign of any Houses, but those that the Gods live in; and
sure, they have too much Piety towards themselves, to

plunder poor Mortals in their Misfortunes.
Pilot. Sirrab, you' Ih ind that those Temples have Priest

in them, who plunder all Mankind out of Piety; take
nine Parts to themselves, and give the Gods the Tithe.
3. Sail. Priests! What, are there Priests here as wel

as in Greece ? | Oe, Be Pilo.

of &rich Soil, than Weeds are.

dertaking Labour in vain.

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1. Fail. Well, much good may* r do them with FO
Plunder. — If they have Powerenough with the Gods
to make the Sea refund our Treasure, *tis more than
we have.. *

2. Sail, Nay, that's past a Doubt. : The nee |
ables are lost to the 8 7 Owners: And 12 all Se to
us, whether the Priests, or ww Gods, the Sea,
the Devil, have em. 30

Pilot. How natural. is it nes ill Fortune to
make such cravenly Wretches wicked! For shame,

come down to the Shore and let us save what we can.

Without the Recovery of our Ship, how do you hope
to be transported back to your Native Country?
Would you lie down and die like fainting Cowards, or

suffer yaur selves to live here the Slaves of Barbarians ?

3. Sail. The Circumstances are very moying, that's
the Truth ont: But we have no great Courage at un-
Pilot, If nothing else could charm you by your Duty,
methinks, those Casks of generous Wine, which now

lie floating to the Shore, should: tempt oy to preserve

them.
2. Sail. How! Is there any Hope of our Liquor
surviving? Lead on, Master Pilot. Shew me the delicious

Prospect but of one floating . and gi recover

it, or sink with it.
Omnos. Ay, ys! we 1 all down to the Shore on that
Promise. 7
Pilot. Come on, ;chans 8 it it must be 80. your
Yillanous Debaucheries be the 8 your. Duty.
C 2. Sail.

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On weightier Cares, tastes not 'these idle Pleasures.

1 Lirce. Indeed, my Bosom is oppress'd with Fears,

1 That relish Mirth but ill Those scatter'd Ships
May brave the Tempest out, and yet invade you.
1 Tboas. Let not their impotent Attacks give Fear:
The two presumptious Youths, who wear our Bonds,
Were Spies upon the Weakness of our Throne:

But one shall dearly rue the rash Attempt.

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Sh And triumphs in a Mother slain :
While all &loof, fern Zuj ice oF ITN
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Hi inward Soul; and Due and n
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Ten tho sand, thousand, Fathoms low:
T o\2he remoteft Glooms of Hell,
Where, Souls of blackeft Dye,
In Shame, from Ghosts less guilty fly ;
Aud only Murihrers dwell, ©
Orestes, waking, starts up hastily.

Ort. Avaunt! Be gone! Tie up your cruel Scorpions,
Fe all - 3" 20g Hags ! Demons of Night!

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k. My Eye-halls. on you, til Tm blind with Horrors:

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Rebel against itsfelf.— We 1 shew thy MK».
Whose Blood is cold; ; lare on me with those Eyes,

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But strict Command urg d n my reluctant, Hand |
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bost. "Never, Oreses: 3

Heav'n doom d not, but thy Genbegicus Will. Im 1

Forg' d a pretended Purpose of the God;

And nought can clear thee, but avenging Justice.

No Ease shall grown thy Days, no-Rest thy Nights by '

But ghastly Visions, and heart-sick'ning Dread.

Shall chill thy Veins, and poison. all thy Pleasures.

The Guilt of Parricide, with conscious Sting

Lashing thy Mind, shall keep awake Dee 5

Pall thy best Appetite o'er the wirthful Bont

And blast Fruition in the Bed of Joy.

Anguish, in ev'ry Form, shall haunt thy Soul "iP

And when thy Spirits are lull'd to seeming Peace,

I, and my Wound, shall rouse the sleeping Frenzy,

And make theo curse a Life thou can'st not lose.
Here the Ghost. sinks.

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Orest. Is fall'n on me.

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There, Gods, your juggli Promises ha; td; "i

Thar flatter to the Ear, 4 Fehent the Soul.” pe
big. He must be Greciah 40 this noble Dating. — A

How have the Pow'rs oppress'd your Youth with Was: |

Thar Life's become your Plague? This Unconcern, —

This Zeal of pressing into Death's dark Cave, NO 3

Seems as you did contemn the Gods best Gift,
And wish'd- to lay the irksome Burthen down.
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Dry Sorrows have drunk up my Sp of Youthy: i») |
And all my:Lzaves are shed: Know cov, fair Nad,
A Erecian holds not Life of -dearrAccounty2 A+ 0
But whilst his:Pow'r: —ůͤů N
Despoil'd'of that Renown, all:second: Fame;
All meaner Joys make L. isenot worth our Care. V.

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Orest. Have I said aught to merit that Reproach? 21
To speak me dull to Nature's cheicest Touches? |
Forgive me, Beauty, who have felt thy Oharmi: 0

Forgive me, sacred Friendship, that have tasted .. b

The Partnership of all thy dearer Int'rests.

Ev'n now my glowing Bosom swells with Joys +:

To think, my Death shall save the best of Frey

And loose-his Virtue from indecent. Bonds. 2
Oh! Might I be indulg'd once more to sec nag

And breathe the Transports of my Soul before hi

I should embrace my Fate with, ample Plessure.
Ipbig. Stranger, Four: F and, Prererti you in that |
Wiish;
Unknowing, whom the fata Tag: has * 8
Already he, with pity- moving Tears,
And with Knees bent as to the Gods for, Succour,
Has at my Feet pour'd. forth, his strong Desire.

To taste the Comfort of a last Embrace.
Orest. And is it possible, his Sante obtain ar; >
Has Pity won so far? | 1 %%%

big. — Mistake not, Youth, 700
Nor think my Soul stern as my bated Office.
I am, like you, a Greek ; like you, unhappy ;

Enquire not from what Source: Leet it suffice,

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Were you my Brother, more I ae I fn
Orest. Such Kindness to repay, may you be happy
As Heav'n can make you! Happier than that Maid,
Who must in me moutn a lost Brother's Fate!
Ipbig: Instant, your Friend e yous- bur: be
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For Mercy is esteem'd a Crime in me,
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What Majesty he aint: — * fuck A Sweetness:
Breaks from her, as enrichd my 1 3
While yet the clasp'd-me'in the Folds of —_—
Reflection brings the Image strong to View, 0 10 )
And turns my Eyes into my Soul with — .
But Friendship comes to chase the painful Thoughe, 1
Aud cheer my Bosom with a better Object.
Enter Pylades. 41

O Pylades Thou Partner of my Soul!

Thou better Half! Come to my aking Breast, |
And give me to My self .— Ha! whence this Coldaes,
Those down-cast Eyes, and this dumb Pomp of Sorrow?
Why do thy Arms fall languid back from mine,

Nor grasp me with the noble Rage of Friendship ? _

Pylad. What shall Ss or how —_ my Treason?

[Aide.

Orest. Let us not now grow Truans to > Renown,
And forfeit the great Praise of mutual Fondness. -
We, that have liv'd the Patterns to our Age,

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Should hold the gen rous Ardour to the last;

And stand the Monuments to After · times, FT

How we could love, and how in Death 3
Pylad. O think not that 1 Flanceof Frienddi

anguish:'-
That Time, or 8 ** wa yy 3 _

Youthful Desire ne er met untasted Beauty 2:
With stronger Ardour, than I meet thy Lore. bra
Yet tho' I can in that avow my Fai tn,
Still 'm a Recreant-turn'd. to thee and aan 9
False as Inconstancy, and wav'ring Basenest;
And undeserving of thy kind Embrace.
Orefl. Why wilt chou n n Ears with Some
thing horrid, - -
I'm taught to dread, yur W 100 And t ! |
Pylad. Hear Me then (for therein the Ban are ed
Expound the Secret of my own Disgrace.
Know you to whom we owe, that now we've week!
Oreft. Why not? The good, th e . Pricitels
gave it
To thy bent "any and supplicating Eyes. : Turks
Pylad. I blush to think that thou do'st. know my
Treachery, -
Those Tears, I shed, should have burnt out mine Eyes,
W hen my false supplianr nga 88 bow'd Knee,

Were Prostitutes to Shame. _ 20

Orest. Then you repent
The Cause, that did employ your Zeal; z and own,

The lost Orestes was not worth your Pray'r.
Pylad. Still wide z« I must my self unfold my

Guilt.

I feel bab tender Sentime a > r oP
Were you my Brother, more could not pity.
Oreft. Such Kindness to repay, Eo hands
As Hear'n can make yon Happier than that Maid,
Who must in me mourn a lost Brother's Fate!
lpbig. Instant, your Friend b Wee be

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(For Mercy is esteem'd a Crime In me,
And I'm suspected by my cruel 3 Auna
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Breaks from her, as enrich'd my Mother's Smiles, 0
While yet she claspꝰd me in the Folds of Love.

Reflection brings the Image strong to View, nc)
And turns my Eyes into my Soul with Wonder!

But Friendship comes to chase the painful — :

Aud cheer my Bosom with a better Object.
Enter Pylades.
O Pylades Thou Partner of my Soul!
Thou better Half! Come to my aking Breast,
And give me to My self.— Ha! whence this Coldness,
Those down-cast Eyes, and this dumb Pomp of Sorrow * ?
Why do thy Arms fall languid back from mine,
Nor grasp me with the noble Rage of Friendship ? / |
Pylad. What shall I 1 or how _ ay Tres:
son ? LA ide.
Orest. Let us not now grow bien to Renown,
And forfeit the great Praise of mutual Fondness. -
We, that have liv'd the Patterns to our Age,
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Should hold the gen'rous Ardour to the last;
And stand the Monuments to After - times,
How we could love, and how in Death we iN —
Pilad. O eee chat wy Flames of Friendlhip
Aanguisn:
That Time, or Chance a0 banish con my Heart.
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With stronger Ardour, than I meet thy Lore. DYED
Vet tho'.T can in that avow my Faith, | ' | ..,
Still I'm a Recreant turn'd to-thee and Mononsz:
False as Inconstancy, and wav'ring Baseness ;
And undeserving of thy kind Embrace. :
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Expound the Secret of my own Disgrace.
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To thy bent . and sapplicacieg Eyes. >
Pylad. I blush to think that thou do'st. know my.
Treachery.
Those Tears, I shed, should have burnt out mine Eyes,
When my false supplianr A and "ys bow'd Knee,
Were Prostitutes to Same. Te
Orest. Then you repent —
The Cause, that did employ your Zeal 3 ando own,
The lost Orestes was not worth your Pray' r. |
Pylad. Still verre e must my self unfold 4

Guilt.

Oreft.

Pylad. . 16198 2115 i al blyoge
To keep this Heart for Tpbigni' ha bat

Was I not all the Royal Virgin's due?
Vet now a Traitor to those awful Vo-w,
I've gaz d away my Faith. The lovely Des
(Forgive me, that I still must call her so );
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Poor Ipbigenia / Who shall now | befriend Thee?”
Pylad. Vet while Ion the Crime, en not as
Something may be to Gratitude allow'd::
For whilst IJ knelt and trembled at her Feet, $1183 OT
My Heart then beating in the Cause of CD
She, with a Look sweet as the Paphian Queen,
And Voice more soft than Philome!'s Complaint; -!
Wish'd, it had ne'er been my disast'rous Fate .
To tread this dang*rous and inhumane Soil;
Or that it might be her's, to give me Safety.
Zut see! the dear inchanting Virgin comes:
Now shield me in thy Bosom from her Eyes,
That, like mn o'ercome the Sense with Sweer-
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Wich Steps, importing haste, the Queen approaches;
And with a Guard has circled round the Dome.
You must retire at once; or, disobeying, [To Pylades ·
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Orest. Away—one Moment's Pause ensures my Devel
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Circe. Pity, that soars above Resentment's Rage... ,

In gen'rous Minds, has, sent an injur'd Queen

To say, she grieves that, you are doom'd to n 72 51

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(So you consent, ) and point the way to dan |
Orest. Madam, I came not to this Scyzhian Coast,

Unknowing of your Death- denouneing La-

Sent by the Gods, unless their Aid protect me,

I yield to Fate, and am prepar d to die.
Circe. Then recognize in me the Gods 5

Alas! You, doubt my Pow'r, or Win, to save you;

And think I wear my feeble Sex's Vengeance. ©

But know, I am above a common Female 5

And boast a Mind divine as is my Race:

Circe my Name: The Daughter of, the Sun.

Orest. Circ! ——
Circe. Yes, sprung from that eternal Sire,

The God infus'd me with his .choicest -Flames.

Yes, potent in his Gifts, the watry Car

Of his pale Sister feels my strong Command.

By him the Pow” rs of ev'ry baleful Juice,

Each binding © Charm, are servile ro my purpose :

While

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While by Effects, chat startle Nature's Course, on
I make the gazing World suspect her Laws. 5
Orest. Yes; the Circean Bow! and Wind a are known,
Fer since the wise Utysres "[cap'd. your Snare:
Whose hapless Mates, debas'd from human rom,
And human Sense, around your Palace- Walls,
Howl'd like Night-Wolves, or eat the Draff of Swine.
Circe. Well did that State rr their grov "ling
Brutal, and taftless of sublimer Joys. |
But wise Uly/es, capable of Bliss,
Aspir'd to me, and reap'd unfading Pleasures. |
Vet then;-ev'n when Delight was at its Flood,
Fearing, lest his slack State should ebb at —
Who, but this Circe, lent a prosp rous Gale
To waft the Hero to his n native Throne?
Be thou like my Ulysses, —— 2
Orot. Peri rather
Circe. Give me not Cause to think too poorly: of
Thee: IS,
If thou canst scorn this undecaying Youth,
This Bloom of Charms, that Monarchs sigh to gain,
Vet shew thee wise; dissemble thy fixt Hate; =
A trivial Recompence for Life preserv'd.
Say but thou wilt receive that Gift from me,
Then curse me after ; throw me to Neglect; z
Do any thing Ingratitude shall prompt
Thy savage Heart to do, to make me wretched.
Orest. Avaunt, Inchantress!—I am deaf as Adders 3
Deaf as Ulysses to the Siren's Song, ;
W ho strove in vain to lure him to Destruction.
Aim all | your _ ye Ministers of Blood;

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LA, Orestes goes out, Thoas enters 1
Cir. "hep perish, obstinate and virtuous. Fool!
Yet—dic he mult not. Something, here within
Shakes. my Resolve, and shudders at that Thought.
To be reveng'd, is Vengeance on my self. |
boat. Ha! parlying with our Captive, and alone

When his Doom's fixt !!-—ls this ber Zeal for me 2

This her Distrust "Tis all as I suspected: 3
The Wanton counts me in the Vale of Vears, Ga 1
And seeks a Paramour of younger, Pow'rs. he 5
Madam, you scem disturbꝰd: I hope, our Priestes *
Was not in League to let the Victims schpe; oak

With Insolence renew d provok d this Tempest? .
Cir. This unweigh'd Jealousy | shews : me, in ede,

The Tyrant you would prove, had T re e

The Pow'r to make you so. e n-
Doas. Ungrateful een! . — 0-8 A gh

Tho' Love be blind, Suspicion \ will have bie EET

Andreafon'on'th* apparent | Face of Truth. -..

You scatter'd Doubts in my too credulous Breast, 4

That, as a Greek, our Priestess might incline

To favour Greeks ; and rob our Sacrifice. :

Th' Event proclaims, that was a groundless Fear:
The Greek by her impartial Lot is doom'd,
And' waits, this Hour, to Pay his forfeir LEED
Cir. Dull and o erweening King! Go, take your
Vidim; Saks

Asst the juggling Train laid for your Ruin; 5 128
And think ch Election, and the Lot, impartial.

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Tbe Priestess sees, wich what bee e
Of Havock his fierce Bands demand him back;

And, seeret, triumphs in your sworn Defeat.

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What hopes she less, than, when their hardy Kage” ett
Shall make Reprisals for the rash · spilt Blood. 2 Tha
To find Conveyance to her native Soi?
The Crime will center all in you; and she © ap 6

Stand, in their, Eyes, an RIG compell d,
A Mourner for the Deed. 1 Ie
Db. — 07 proper Stuff, |
As superficial, as your Guilt is open!
This labour'd Web of aukward Poli
Too \ thinly covers o'er the bad Deceit 3 3 . . „ 7
And sets your treach'rous Passion out to View: © {16
Tis known, far whom you would preserve this Prince.
Circe. Rather tis known, to What aan End
You labour to. excuse © your subtle Vestal. _
Thoas. Recrimination'is the mean Resource
Of self-· convicted Spirits, of conscious Guilt =
Refining on Detection. But beware: r
Spight of my Love, and your imperious in Gm,
will assert the King in my Revenge. ry
Circe. Spight of your Thr you Garenor shall ns
Take back the Pow's r you poorly "EE >) to lend; .
[Throwing bis Signet,
Attempt whate'er your * will give you leave:
Ex'n when your Swords are levell'd at his Breast,
I'll come with watchful, unforeseen, Prevention;
And disappoint the e of your Anger.
[Exit Circe.
Thoas. By Heay'n, I will not rust a Moment s Leisure
To

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Better, al fink into the common Grave,

Than tamely live to be a Woman's Slaye. [Exit Thoas.

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SCE N E. 4 pleasant Prospect we the

Enter Hermione, and Laodice

Herm. TI. not a Dream; full to my waking Sense

The Goddess stood confest : Her Form
„and mee

Still ER to View; and ill Lscem t to ber .

The awful Accents of her grave Command.

c Hrmibne, said she, if yet the Care

4 Of thy betroth'd Orestes touch thy Mind,
e That gallant Vouth, thy Royal Grandsireꝰs Choice,

c Thy destin'd Husband, if the Fates be firm,

e Swift to the Scythian Tauri speed thy way;
<« Where Dangers thicken round his princely Head.
&« Fyarta obeys thee in thy absent Sire,
& And, glad, shall send the delegated Vessels.
4. Go forth; and know, whate'cr the Gods haye purpos
d,
« Whether 'tis giv'n you to 3 his Safety,
% Your Stars are equal, and your Fortunes blended.
Laod. That he was shipwreck'd on this barb'rous
Coast, .

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ke, Bur wherher he escap'd the boist'rons Wave,

Whether tis he now wears rhe Seythian =—_

Fhert'Rumonysara Loss, on hn
Herm. And Fears suggest, 6 9

O dear Laodice, a Fate of 3 8

Thence big Discomfort swells, 8 aTrain

Of startling Doubts, and Hope grows sick to Death.

Perhaps, the Billows, pireous of his Woes,

Lent him a secret Grave, in kind Prevention.

Perhaps, (more frightful Thought !) in hideous Pomp

The crimson Shrine has drunk his Rreaming Blood.
What then for lost Hermione remains?

What but to die, and bid adieu to Terrors? S

Laod. The pitying Gods avert that fatal be, *
Nor wound their * with so dear « Loss!/::
ine [Mefich is beird.
Kum. Ha! whence thess. sudden er ain w_
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What linge Musician wantons with: my Sbrvows?; i
„Pallas descends in a Chana MP Conv
run Auen any bright Maid; and ses Ne
bat Pow'r is watchful ger thy Eure; gi!
Pallas, that fill thro* wayward Turns prefides
Kann, F Virtue, and ibe Hero's Guard.
Thy. dear Orestes lives; but holds
Bs Life in doubtful Scal s-
In Bonds the gallant. Youth's detain'd,
25. destin d Victim of Diana's Shrine,
Hirm. Then all is lost,
Pallas. Represi thy Fears :
Aud to you Dome, whose brazen Gates
Confront thy View, m bend thy Steps:

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Horm. Thanks, Reed Pallus bet pelo of Jes
Thy Deity by ms revered and blestl.

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And:madeithe:gloomy Prospect gay within!
Goddess of Arms and Wisdom, lend thy Strungtb,

Thy Conduct to me, thro' this Mae of Fate.
Help to make mild thy sterner Sister's Wrath,

Diau, whose Virgin Liwry yet I wear,
W hose Altar now I. seek ; whose dread: Resentment

With heaving Sigbs of Woe, and IR Eyes
I bow: do deprecate If Virtue's Cause. :

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Temple. An Image of Diana with a Bow and
22 is seen, An Altar 1 4 Ee on it.

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Enter lodigenia... os bg 44
Iobig. Fate urges onthe black, eremendous Moment ;
Impatient of Delay, the St han Tyrant
Demands the Rites, and raves aloud for Blood. 5.
Oh! wherefpre am I weak with Woman's Feaw?:
Why have I not the noble daripg Soul.
To brave the fierce Barbatian's tern Commands... OT
And earn from him that Wound, I dread to ire?
Tis base ro shrink at Guilt, yet fear to die, A
And shun the Perpetration of that Guilt. 2 --
Conscience, that makes us Cowards in Offonce,,. 14 0
Should make us valiant to avoid a Crime. Fo
Inhumay:Goddess! Blood-demanding Queen?,. 0 1 CE
Dart thy fell Shafis at this -deyoted Breast, —
Which stands reluctant to the Task of Ro”
And hates the Business of thy savage. Shrine.
I shake to lift the executing Steel, 4 OY
With such an Horror as its, murth'ring Point +;
Were tur d on One, that twinn'd with me in Birth,
I Sound of fat Trumpets within.
Ha! the hoarse Trumpet gives the dreadful Summons.
The hideous Rites come on, th' unhallow'd Flames
Rise on the Altar, and demand the Victim.
Orestes and Pylades are brought in bound from oppo te
Quarters of the Stage, attended by Priests.
Ipbig. They come: Diftraftion!—teach ny righteons
Gods,

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How shall I not pronounce the Doom of Death,
Yer save the Man love? | 3-4 4jide
Pylad. Mast charming Maid! a |
PI spore. Pour, W che all-difpleafing Tak
[To Tohigenia.
Of Pointing out a Wreich, chac waits his Doom.—
Come, bind my Brow with your infernal Chaplets;
And I will wear them as the Wreaths of N
Oe. What means my Friend?
Pylad. To save the best of Men; 30"? Sa ee
And by my Death attone my past Offencde.
Oreft. It must not be: dcytbians, the Lott is mine:
Wilful, foreknowing your sworn Hate to Greece, 5
1 encred in Despight your bostile Climez
And fearless court the Death, I thus provok'd.
Pylad. Alas! he raves:---The gallant, luckless Youth
Beneath my Banners came to wage the n
By Friendship only seconding my Crime,
If you aspire to wreak your Hate on Greece,
Do it on him, -who, did not these curst Bonds
ed Rage, purpos'd the like on You. at
Enter Thoas, attended.
Behold me, with determin'd Soul, your Pe) \
And those tall Barks, that threaten now your Coast,
Wait my Command to pour Destruction on you.
1 know, my faithful Troops will soon' revenge me;
And, in that Knowledge, I defy your Rage:
Nay, it behoves you to be quick in Act,
Or they will snatch me from your baffled Malice.
7 Boas. Whence this Delay? What mean rhe unman-
ner'd Priests
To loiter thus ? Begin the Sacrifice.
Orest. Cease, cease, my Friend, the unavailing Contest,

And leave f me to my Fate, Be thine this Glory

Then head my Subjects to 1 revenge their Prince,

ORESTES.
e mes how I took the Stroke of. obs.

And wresft the Sceptre from his Tyrant Hand.
Thoas.. Extravagance of Daring !--- Doubly bray'd!
Can Death have Charms to Justify this Strife ?.

Pylad. Now by thy Father's, injur'd Shade, be, 5

By all th Endearments of our Friendship Patz,

Oreft. No more: L It must not be. Tyrant, proceed ·

Pylad. Proceed: We both are Grecians, Princes both,
And both alike contemn thy Pow'r and Thee. |

Johig. Where will this glorious, dreadful Conte end
Tboas. Their Insolence demands that Borh should die *
Yer, since our Sentence Was, that one should Tapes

(And one stands foremost in our Eye of Hate;)

By that big Glory my Soul pants ro earn, . :
Forego thy Claim: Or, hear me, awful Jubicat, ane ;
And witness, Fove Iwill not live behind thee. -

We will begin the Work of Vengeance, where ke SPY

Th' Election of our hallow'd Urn directs it.
Straight with our Garlands bind the Victim's Brow z

And to our Priestess give the solemn Steel.

[The Priests, crown: Orestes, and lead bim ama. the

Altar. One offers the Knife; to. Iphigenia. 4 Peal
of Thunder is beard. The Flame on the Altar goes out.

Priest. Aven these Omens, Hen. n! the dick ning

All fierce 10 Barry from the ges Brands, -

Now dead and unsusceptible of Fire. |
Thoas. On with the Rites; rekindle he funk: Flame : :
And with fresh Zeal appease the wrathful Goddess.
Priest. Urge not our Zeal, 'till better Omens offcr.
Thoas., Pernicious Caitiffs! I shall find a Time

make you fear an injur d Monarch's Wrath:

REFFRY
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T'll execute ner Ve n

LA. Thoas hatches the Knife, and goes 9 6

Dragon Hift uit of vh# Earth, and bear bin weer! ond
Circe apprars above i her Chariot, dvatun byDrogom..

O spighr of Hell! Confusion! Dua eee
This is the Working ef the Sore'ross: Deen,

Injurious Ciree, that ungratefal Spoiler} 4

Who thus repays my Benefits with Wrongs; 9
Sligtits my sworn Vowr, und her own plighred faith;
And in the Face of Heav'n, in rb it
Affronts my Majesty, and and robt my Vengeance.”
Circe. Rail on, and curferhar Stubbornness of ae
Which would presume with impote

Fo cross my Will. Be Jealousy thy Plague!

Vet, in despight of weak, ill -judging Passion, 20 4

I'll save thee from the Dunger of t en;
And guard a Throne, thy Rastiness aims to run.
"[Circe i carried off in ber Chariot.
Thoas. False, false Adultrefs! this ras
The Varnish of thy fou}, luxurious Guilt.
Injurious Gods] hy made you me a Kinn,
Yet arm d my sceptred Hand with Pow'r no ber
Than that, which Nature's meaneft Drudges boast ?
O, for the Thunderbolt of darting Jou e
That I might reach the Traitrefo i in her Flight,
Now, now, she trams him to the magick Bower:
But I'll pursue her, th6” ro Hell the lead him.
Suspend the Rites, till we regain the Minions
All Vengeance now 1 bur on er..
eu This itievited.
Ipbig. You righteous Pow'rs, thay from 18 awful
Look down with Pity, when our Pray” rs are just ;
Thanks

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ri to your Virtues): hd IR. 4
The dreadful Thaughe-affrighting klour, and Aw

Poor Ipbigenia from the Crime of Blood;; » - i #2 An. 7 4. ">

Pylad. nnn ee eee ;

rename, 2 9

or are my Sunk Seen wet Dlnon? 9}

It mush be: shes; her Majasty of Form, 228. D

Beauties unpatagon d, and gen'rous Pur, H |

Are Proofs most 'pregnanv afttheiRoyal' Mad Nin o-

Did you not fäygryour Nam Ihbigena :;; 1
Ipbig. I did; but hat oft hat Such wasmy-Name;

While berter Fortune madoit worth Remembmnda: *

I woult forget it now: Aud much L sear, 0
Your Raptures suit but illyour lbst Condition. Mat! i?
Pylad. Where is my Friend? Return him, ye Jud Gat

And let me te his Har e r ＋ W „ | i
Then do TH ge ee v { 45 gn
Ipbig. Can it be- bi, at J

(Inform my Wonder, if it errs ) 3 132101 We
Who would have dy'd in Nansom of your Friend.
Should with bim back to a flesn Scene of Horrom?,

Pylad. Hold; yet inftru@ me farther, heav'nly *
For I am wrapt in Wonder deep as u.
That: you're of C I've heard; where just Report.
Spoke loud ere- While of Agamemnon s Name. |
She weeps, and ew ry precious Tear that falls.
Is rich with Confirmation! ——'Thar:great Chicf,. |
In Death in- fated, left one 6
Oreftes nam d::

„My Brother! 1 nt |

If yer be lives, fall Glories thick upon him!
Nor let my hapless Fortunes reach his Ear,

To wound him with a Grief !

Ds. Pylad.

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Let Ecstasy pronouner it to my Soul, TH

Remorse is at an End; I've now no — 589

To k of Friendsbip for a misplat d Love.
My Eyes and Heart, unkno wing, follow d *. 5
And felt the Influence of the destinꝰd Charmer.

big. Stranger, . mee seem: big with nigh

Meaning, 1
Ro Birth of Fate, libring to > bedisclox'd, -

Dark as che Raprures of prophetick Scers,

Yer fsraught, like Oxacles, with wond' rous Weder,
Pylad. I fear, I've said too much; ior Gard

Thele Men, that should TELE
g. Fear not them |

They are, like Me, reluctant ck Rites; ;
Servants of Virtue, tho! constrain'd. to Guile.
I know, they willin faichful Silence wad}
Whatc'er you utter. |;

Pylad. Then there's yet a A 1b 981
But oh! let's move from this portentous Shrine,

Here Horror keeps her State, to that lone ige, $

My first kind Prison, - where I knelt before thee,
And found thee pitying as Fove's best-loy'd Morey.
There, in Requital, I'll unfold a Tale,
Shall sooth thy Heart with Scenes of op ning Joy:
Which these good, venerable, Men shall join
To think the Promise, and the Work, of Heay'n
And catch the Omens of our dawning Rescue.

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That keeps aloof from Sense: their mystick 2

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YE == Sail Tf Fa. Sea had but refuadedu us one more i Run- |
hy let, I would have been contented. c |
| 2. Gail. Ay, one more Runlet to Ware psd e
8 with, Abit our Leaders are lost, and our Pilot bufied
r 78 ting our Vessels; and let Fate have done its worst.

Sail. Confqund the. Sea! It Hf more greedy thug
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23. Sail. Look'ce, Friends, Dake” your selves. RA
Fhe Sea will be damnable drunk with our Wine; and
if it could play us such Tricks, while it was sober,

what must we expect when ir grows drunk? For my

part, 1 am ev'n for staying at Land, and becoming 2
Man of another Element. While we are sober, dee
see, let us know when we are well, and stay here and
plant a Colony. Never mind what precise Fools tell
ou of Country. One Country is as good as another.

3. Sail. Very true: — Thou spcak'st like a very
vise Man indeed: —and thy Sobriety bespeaks i it self.
2. Sail. Do Inot? For no wise Man ever car'd *Fig
for his Country. 1

1. Sail. Unless be had an Estate in it, Dorar. —
2. Sail. Very true! For why should a Man value a
Country which he is a Slave in ? And inall the Coun-

tries in which I have ever been, I have found the Poor to
ing be no better than Slaves to the Rich. Now herc,d'ce
sce, we hal be the greatest Men in our Country.

Fry OR'E'S! ＋ E .

1. Hail. 1 have but one Thing to urge against your
Design, and that is, bow to satisfy two whon
Appetites 1 have af Eating and Drinking. For as we

shall live very free, whilst we haye ho one to enslave

us; so shall we live Foy . whillt 10 hays norhing

to t. ;

2. Sail. Pshaw! N ever Nas: Man; we shall find Fb,

Fleth, and Fowt enough, T warratit you; and if the

ante do bur produce the generous Grape —
3. San. Bur there's another more whorefon Ap!

ef fake; which" must be supply u. In short,

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iend,

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bouts to. F . $2 63,
Laa, / Never fear u Wem of Women, Bop. 45
vom as the Fame of our Colony reaches Grrece, we shall
Dave em erooping over hither |
their Forrimes. © Por my part,

seeng oy. Trl Wie Vun, 10 ye not Setting a ses

1344 Sail Wen den, we are agreed w fly bers and
mu a Colony '

Sail. agreed? What elle? What 2 Pleasure will
1085 to us, when we grow rich and powerful, to reerive
Ambassadors from our quondam Country to sollicit
our Alliance; ay, and sometimes to make em pay
for it? For I must tell you, I intend to insist on very
high Terms, whatever Side I declare my „ "a

1. Sail. You! Pree'thee, Dorax, do not talk. altogether
in the Singular Number: We are to bea Commonwealth,

and every Man shall have an equal Vote.
3. Fail. Ay, ay, all upon a Level. III suffer no Man
to be greater than myself, 5

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d let us settle one material Point before hand. How
Hall this S of ours be kept on f foot with-
But Money? |
2. Sail. Why there's i ir now. "ty 'n confess yourself
allow, and stand instruted. — Without Money, you
y? Why, we'll un deeply in Debt to one another,
Ba so grow rich. Every politick State in Greece is in its
adier Course towards. Prosperity, by. so much more
it owes ; as. that Ship makes her faster Way to Party
sho has already spent al) ber Stock of Biscuit. Do nox

du see now, Gentlemen, how. necessary it will be te

xe such a wee Td. d. to dino

ur Councils, Dahn 1 of
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pibr. Fly, fy, rap Friends; the Sexthians are * 'd,
dmake in Bodies toward the Shore to surprize us. Our
ly Hope to escape from Slavery i is by our instant Flight.
2. Sail. Flight? a. Plague an't, had ever young Com,
on wealth so untimely an End! What a hopeful Prize
here run adrift, Pen we could baye time to board
Pile. Away, Drunkard. . Our Leaders are . by
e Foe: As we shall be, if we don t eee
at it. Away, away.

t. Sail. Would I were well landed in Greece againy
o it were thro” another Storm! _

2. Sail. And would I were well supply'd with Drink,

d I would fix the Colon, and govern here. by my
Ff! * „ e bs, Exeunt,

SCENE

SCE N IE ee; F Circe i Bower” LET
Enter Orestes. . 4
Ore. Was I., indeed, nate d From the 6 That
e urin: 1 |
Or did I suffer there, and ie elle” CLAY ©
To better Life, now tread th* Elyfran Plains?
Ir mast be so; for all is here Perfection. 1 0 vile
This seems that verdant, never-fading Soil,
Where Heroes triumph in their Glories past es
And Lovers burn with unabating Fire.
Ev'n Thought, the Parent of Distress or Joy,
Is tun'd to Comfort, and drinks in Delight.
Musick? — oh, sweet as Orpbeus Harp new bs.
With the fair Tresses of the Maid he lov'd! 0
Here Pit recline, and feast on circling Pleasures, | *
Emer Circe. © P

Bot see! the Goddes of the Place I tbchesg
Adorn'd with Youth, and rich in Beauty's Graces. '

Circe. My Spells are pros prous : — Soft Deir

have smooth'd
His manly Brow, and Langvishment his Eyes. [4k Love

Do I not break upon your better Thoughts, .
Empl oy'd, perhaps, On some great Theme of Ge Tog

If so, reprove me for the bad Intrusion, 2
And send me from you, like a chidden r "a Ci
To weep my Fault ĩ in Silence. g 4
Orest. Think not, fair one,

That I'm so savage, uninform'd of Soul,

So blind, or quite insensible of Heart,

As not to prize the Influence of your Charms
Beyond all Objects idle Thought can furnish.
What gross Barbarian was there e'er so rude,

W |F aw . Sun; and worshipp'd not his Ray 2 „
Fouch Lustre yours, so fierce your sacred Beams,
hat my rapt Sense owns you a Thing divine,
eels all your Fires, and wonders at your Brightness.
Circe. This Flatt y would displease from common |
\ Tongues J
Tho}, I confess, it Woche my Heart from yours:
Tis Beauty's Pride to be the brave Man's Praise.
But am I not to fear, the Hero's: Strain
P prevails too stron ngly to descend to Love? 9 2
What Hope, ow Lars ater 2. een the Trumper's „
Voice?
Or Sighs, and amorous as Whispers, pierce nir 8
Tun'd to the Clank of Arms, and Shouts of Conquest?
Orest. Tis true, the Soldier deals in rude Alarms,
And Honour makes us brook the boistrous Trade,
When Fame is the Pursuir. But know, fair Creature,
Ambition kindles from the Paphian Fires; 1211
Extent of Sway, and Rivalship of Pow'r,
Are not the Motives ever of our Broils: |
7 Love often buckles on the stubborn Mail:
In Beauty's Cause we draw the Sword of War; |
And tempt the Chances of the dang'rous Field,
To gain the rich, contended, Prize of Love.
Circe. Vet might i it much abate our Trium ph, should
2 you e 4
Esteem the Struggle Sar chan the Prize:
As vig'rous Hunters, that pursue the Stag,
Doat on the sprightly Chase, yer slight its Purchase. |
Perhaps, should some o'er-fond, consenting Woman
(Who could not boast herself the Spoil of Arms,)
Begin th' Address of Love, and court your Kindness;
Such Yielding might defeat her wish'd Pretensions,

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Orest. Not if She. Fair One an your Kok
Charms, eie 8 3: T% *?
And came a wooing _— thash Dovenlike Bren“ Ia 212
115 against Repulse, you're form 'd to Conquer,
bow the Heart yet unsubdued to Fondnest.

Circe. How happy were it for our credulous ser, 8
Had we that rare divining Spirit in Ad, 15 0
To know true Faith from Vows of common Brow!
But, lur'd at once by your professing Tongue,
We rush into the gilded Snare of Falshood, ki
And meet our Ruin in the gay Delusion. © /

Or. ;Propole What: Oath your: eee
had * me seal the lasting Bond of ves OOTY

Circe. You shall not (wear ; T'Il- rather be the i

Beself-deceiv'd, than wrong you with Distrust.
But can you he content with tranquil. Joy, e
With calm Delight, and still renewing Sweetness K
Can you for these forsake the Hero's Toils, ©:
The busy War, and grow estrang'd co Glory?

Orest. Like one, reg re ar 177 Drean of [

Tumult, N
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Srare from Dismay, and fly to Love for . = 1

Circe. Make me but Agent for that healing God,
Invention shall be rack'd to work thy Peace.
Come, prove our Skill: Plrasures attend my Call,

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Stage, sing che following Song ta a Minder.

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Give, Lous, give me ts es 5 N 13

du dear Sbafts I invites,

Aus ail Feeling thy. . OY
They off Bae, .

[Dancers enter, and perform in 8 of Chatacters:
The Dances concluding with the Minuet,

repeated i in Chorus, as they go off.

1 Orestes and Circe rise, and come forward;
Ora. Thou art, indecd, a Mistress in Delights.

Soft Languishment thrills sudden thro*-my Veins,

And I am sworn the Votary to thy Beautie.
But, oh! the gaudy, prying, tell-rale Sun |
Glares o'er our Heads, and mocks our Protestations.
Love wants not such a Witness of his Rites.

Circs, Alas! I fear; and tremble at my Wishes. —

Steal to the Covert of yon friendly, BoW,

-1Oref. Call up Desire, «nd de Wall —

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Where Gloom and Silence shall record our Vous 3
And crimson Blushes only gild its Shade.
Pleasures and Ecstasies, our Handmaids there,

Shall spread the Nuptial Couch; and Zephirs wait,

Like Mutes, to fan ns when we burn with Transport. 1

LA, they are retiring, 4 Clap of Thunder is beard; and D.

Orestes fops, and lets go Circe's Hand. 0
Orest. Ha! Do I wake? — God speak * in A
Thunder! "Ig Th
Dart your Oak-cleaving Boles, el Pow rs, (P
And blast this impious disobedient Slaye, Bu
That durst grow careless of your great 8 Ar
I know you now. — WEL Circe.

And train us, by a Shew of varnish'd Beauty,

Circe. Oh, do not look so tern. e |

Orest. Why, are you not that sly Sling Fiend,
Who trade in Incantations, Charms, and Phileres 2
Deprive our nobler Faculties of Reason,

To do such Deeds, as force the Heav' ns to blush, -
And make the modest Moon mask her in Clouds?
O, for a Sword! that T'might right the Gods,
And stop the Progress of thy future Mischiefs.
Enter an Attendant to Circe baftily, ©
Attend. O sacred Queen! some envious Pow ris busy;
And works to frustrate thy once · potent Charms.

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Away and charge our Priests, hey * bim well.

b. be Guards bear off | Orestes. |

b AM Am I thus repaid? | | +
Did J for this protect thee. from the Rage
Of Subjects justly stir'd? For this, brave Heay'n ?
And court the Dangers of thy wanton Bed,

To taste the Fortune of Sarmatia's Ring,

(Poor unsuspecting Prince!) thy night drawn Dagger?

But I'll begin to make my Vengeance bitter;

And, in thy Lover, stab thy Heart with Vengeance.
[Exit Thoas with Guards.
Circe. Forbid i it, Love! Am I not Girce {till 2
And Daughter of the Sun? Insulting Man!
I'll weave new-Spells, shall baffle yet thy. Threats. =
O triple Hecat? Lend thy boasted Pow'rsz ;

Those Pow'rs, that made Medea strong in Vengeance.

And, oh! If &er Exdymion touch'd thy Breast,
Aid a lost Queen, whom both those Passions move;
The Rage of err ig and * Rage of Love.

Ciree.

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ACTI. SCENE IL.
80 E N E, 4 Vault in the Temple. 3

Enter Hermione and Iphigenia
T H ERMIONE. 0 1 The
Jung, the blest Gods, by thy Discov ry rough Thi
Dtar Ipbigenia, point out high Events 929 Wi
Purpos'd in Fate, and mark the rip'ning Bleflings. — || Spe
You're'not to learn by what Command I came, His
And know the Motives of my willing Voyage. And
What more iuduc'd, for Truth becomes our 1 'E
Was to decline a Tyrant: Lover's Suit: 1
The fierce Achilles Son, the haughty Pyrrbusʒ; But
Who, pluming on my Father's free Gonstar, ii: © I Shal

Jodin'd to his Services in Troy subdued, ©

Sollicits not my Love; but, rudely boil'rous, LES And
Demands me as I were the Prize of Arm, Tha
And came a Captive to his forc'd Embrace. No\
Jphig.\ Does he not know, your Hand and Faith are Are

giv'n., -- - Wh

To young Orestes, my Imperial Brother? The
Does he not fear, the gallant Youth, return d, 2
Shall ask striẽt Justice for his Bed'nsurp'd;, Let
And dearly punish the intended Rape ? | Be
Herm. Alas! Fear dwells not in Pelides“ Race; | Brea
nde, and War, and Violence, and Rage, Cha

Are the Mas, Guests that von bis ee ©

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Who t. to himself i is lost? his noble Sense 32901

Wild and untun'd; his Reason quite aeg, 5 of

And ev'ry tranquil Faculty of Soul | a eee,

The Prey to Frenzy, and imagin'd HarrbeePs | A

There, there, Hermione is again — „„ 4

His Fever, spreading like th' infectious Plague, 4

Burns thro' my Veins, and drives me into Madnes.
Ipbig. Fear not, dear Maid, bar when this Slumber

leaves him, |

The Rage of his Distemper will be —

Thus ever, when the Fit of sudden Frenzy

With horrid Forms has harass'd his hurt Mind.

Spent with the Toil and Agonies of Thought,

His languid Limbs fink down into Repose; |

And wounded Nature's heal'd by that sweet Balm. „5
Herm. Perchance, he will not know me.
Ipbig. Do not doubt,

Bur your-good Beauties, like-the ov'reign Gun,

Shall call each scatter'd Ray of straggling Sans

Back to its Sphere; pour Day upon his Soul;

And drive those ugly Phantoms of Despair,

That hang, and brood, o'er his benighted "Mind.

Now, all his Senses, late so wildly tost, ki;

Are lull'd-toReft ; sweet as those Infants? Slumbet,

When in their Dreams, as fonder Mothers think,

They see Elysum dawn, and smile with Transport:

Herm. Vou saving Gods! If we are worth en |
Let all the medicinal Pow'rs of Sleep
Be doubled in his Cure Le Spirits of Health,
Breathe Restauration on its honied 'Dews 5

Chase ev 'ry Image of fantastick Horror; e

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Iphig. Fear not, dear Princess bx tomy arne,
Retire awhile : Our gen'ral. Safety calls me

To high Concerns: Ere yet the circling Hour.
© - Strikes on the Bell of Night, I'll seek you there;
And wait to lead you to your lov'd/Oreftes. ..
| + [Leads Hermione 79 the Scene, and returns.

Now Fate be busy! Prosper me, ye Gods,
And aid the . Enterprize of Virtue! .
1h 144 [Exit Iphigenia at the ** Side.

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8 C E NE II.
l _ Circe's Magical Cave. ES. .
Enter Chief Magician. . 50
Ch. Mag. "Tis now the very Noon of silent Night, 1
When Nature's duller Sons are steep'd in Rest; M
And only Murth'rers and Magicians wake. "My
Wolves cease to howl; and the shrill-yelping Cur. A
No longer bays the Moon. The hoarse Wind sleeps; EW >
The lazy flacken'd Surge scarce beats its Shore: A
And the moist Element above is hush. _ v
This solemn Hour demands our covert Rites; 1

While shiv ring Ghosts steal from the recent Shrowd,
And glide disquiet, to their late-lov'd Homes:

While Demons frolick; and the Satyr's Tread

Makes bare the Ringlets in the slow? ry Field.

Bur soft ! the Partners of my Toils return.

Enter several other Magicians. -
Say, is your Task perform'd at full? 4
Caught you the Lamb of fable Wool)? Chossh {+

Ms.

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Chose you the dank unwholesom Pit, 5

In barren Earth, by Thunder split;

In some dark Vale, which, all che Vo, |

Nor Show'rs bedew, nor Sun-beams chear?

And thither back ward o'er the Heath

Drew you the Victim to her Death?
Mag. The Trench was barren; Victim black 3

And o'er the Heath we drew her back.

Cb. Mag. Did you the streaming Honey pour,
Made thin with Milk, to mix the Gore? |
And when the Pit receiy'd the Flood,

With blighted Slips of Cypress. Wood
Light you the Pile, and o'er its Flame

Thrice call'd on Heca?'s awful Name?
Mag. All, as your Will requires, is done ;

Wbat yet remains the Charm to crown?

Ch. Mag. Instant the Sprigs of Hemlock cull,
Dipr in the cold and mantled Poo, 5
And with our Spell, and baneful Hymn,

Made rank, as those on Lethe's Brim :

Around the steaming Venom throw

And with ir deadly Night-shade ftrew.

Then wake those Sounds, that fright the Snake;

And split her in the lonely Brake:
W hich pierce the Deep, and call up Sprights
I nt revel in our OOO Rites.

2 Mufick,

INCANTATION, Sung by three
5 Magicians. 5

Awfull Hecat! Come away ;
To thy triple Name and Sway

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Tbrice we weave the potent —_ Bog)
Our Magic Verse le 1 1 .

Has rn place:

Air, and Earth and deer u. .

Fhether on Earth you seeret 24.
Or on the driving Tempest ride;
Whether the watry War you 1 52
Or point the slanting Lightning's Rage: Eo,
Triple Hecat! Come away;
Charms, that f thy self subdue, obey.

Ch. Mag. Enough: — dread . comes ; the
Sehriech-owl's Voice
Pierc'd shrill my Ear: the silent Bat has flown
Across our Cavern; and the drowsy Humm
Of 1 Ry: trumpets her Approach.
Hecat r n.
Hee. fr; ee on what important Theme,

By Victim slain, and grateful Steam, |
Am I thus sudden hither dran?
What Mischiefs must prevent the Dawn?
What Deaths by Land, at Sea what Wieeks,
Are wish'd this Under-globe to vex? ©
Pronounce some dear Distress of Price,
Pleasing beyond your Sacrifice: ©
Some Havock, worthy well our Trade,
Your Thirst for Ill, and Hecate's Aid.

Ch. Mag. Nor Death, nor Fugen, now employs

our Chara; EN

Tho', haply, both may follow.
The Daughier of the Sun, Imperial Circe,
Bow'd with Love's Anguish, gives this hasty Summons.
Ev'n now she waits our Enis d Rites, to know

Mighty Regent!

O'FE STEER: Pp ;
What Issue's writ in Fate; what saving 1 5
Remain to snateh the darling V auth from Deu. 5
8 FHec: Base: Triffers! Do you thus fulfill |
Vour sworn Obedience to. my Will?

My Presence claims momentous Things, _*
Ruin of Lands, and Death of: Kings: —_—
To scatter the red Plague ich- Ait, |
And blast the Promise of the-Year,
And am I call'd from far to save. _
A wanton Minion from the Grave? 2
Tell her, I do your Spells withstandz
And will not deal in her Command.
Ch. Mag: Alas! You know. her, Gifts: Has; *
With sudden Clouds vobseura the sacred Dey?
Rowl Waters backward, and untie the Wind? _
From her pale Sphere call down the frighted Moon 2
And task the Demons both of middle Air.
And Hell's black Deeps, to execute her Purpose?
Hic. She should: have practis d Deeds of Hate:
To love, befits a vulgar. Fate. REY
The thwarting Gods oppose her Flame,
Dooming Events we must not name. |
She comes: Take heed, your Answers all
Be doubrful, and equivocal.
If farther she require to know, 11.
The rest we will in Vision shew;
With mystick Meaning circled. round,
And dune and. intricate t ex pound.

Enter Circe.
Ci. My lab ring Bosom swells with strong Impatiencez.*
Dreadful Uncertainty, what Racks of Soul
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[Hecat descends.

Attend thy eee guns i in Art, 1
Most prompt of Promise, Drones rocexccure? « 61-81]
What say th'Infernal Pow'rs?— Pronounce, eee
Ch. Mag. When next the Prince from Bonds __

Unless your Hands assist the Dee.
He breaks for ever from your Arm:
Few Hours are granted to your Charm...
You must his Chains release this Nighr, | Sings e
Or, ere the Dawn, he takes his Flighgt.
Circe. Ha! takes 15 Flight? — that Sentence chill

my Blood. it,

A dreadful Fate is Sd in this 8 .
Fis Death, or 1, alone canter himsive. 1
And, if my Efforts fall, the Tyrant's Steel |
Must drink his Blobdj=uiagnd so he takes his Flight.
Prevent i it, Gods Say, is not this denouncd?ꝰ
Explain the Horrors of your dark Prediction.

Cb. Mag. The Pow'rs, reluctant to you! pray ry

Permit not farther to declare. 610
Circe. Reluctant! Force the son and ellen .
Do it and claim our richest Grace to friend you: 85
Refuse, and all the Plagues, my baleful Art:
Have Pow'r t'inflict, shall make your Lives «ccurlt;/. :
Ch. Mag. What more your doubung” Heart _— 6

know,

Forbid to us in Words to shew, |
Fantastick Forms shall instant rise,
In Vision shadowing to your Eyes.

[The Priest waves bis Wand, and at the Mouth 1b of the

Cave appear, and cross over, four Priefis of Diana,
the Statue of the Goddess born on the Pedestal;

© Grecians with their Swords drawn, following it;
Ipbigetiia, led by Pylades; Orestes leading Hermione,
follow'd by Hermes.)

Circe.

1; | Guarded, as *ewere-rhe Spoil of hostile Bands? Ks
5 The Priestess too, led by the Grecian's Friend,

."/ || Discharg'd-of Bonds, and smiling; in his n —
And there the lovely Prince bur ha! what PRO

Of Grecian Gatb, in Pride of blooming Yourh, -

+ || Graces his Hand, and seems to charm his Soul? 25
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I And turns his Eye as from an hated Object!
Then Hermes wherefore follows he, and seems
Iro guide the Train committed to his Charge?
bt, VA mean the riddling P ow'rs? Alas! 1 fear. og

——'Tis Hermes Office to conduct the Dead.
But why the Pricstess? Is she too ro die?
There the dark. Pageaptry confounds my Sense z 5
And warns me how I trust its mystic Purport.
Back to the Temple then —— There all my Douhes,,
dall stand resolv'd : Employ the fav'ring Night;
Make strong thy Arts to save the darling W 10 W *
Or perish with him at the fatal Altar.

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F (+ E NE III. Vault of the Temple.
Orestes discover'd seated on a Couch.

Enter Iphigenia, and Heedione.

Iobig. See, where with Eyes do n- cast, as wrape in

Thought, |

Calm and at Ease, the much lov'd Youth reclines.

Herm. Heav'n shield, this, ce —__ not black .

1 Then

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My 23 fond bebte, had drawn to chear me? | ;

I cannot be deceiv'd: her Form, her Landy

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Who shape all Causes to their — kad Baie en

pproach his Couch: Your Prefenee'shall din |
And charm each Sense with unexpected — N Th.

Something of Moment yet remains undone, | Wh
T*ensure our Safety : char 1 In . Coy

To share your Joys. ere -<þ Dos geren. ' 8 To
Orest. [Rijong.] Was he not an Adult'ress? At!
Tis true, I kilyd her: Pardon chat, ye God? Thy
Bur she did first with sacrilegious Hand f > ron 0) W- A
Invade her Royal Husband's sacred Lis . Insp!
Herm. Alas! he raves, he raves: the fatal — 0

Dowells on his Mind, and urges fresh Distraction-

Ores. See, there "the A _ — injur
The silent, stern — of her —
Wound me beyond a thousand Scorpions Gia. N
Where are the rg we 1 that flat ting
Hope,

Op. Ha! dure, the weeps. c the 1 lengrh
forgive? «
Her Eyes are mild and gentle; and her Voice
Soft as the Close of distant, dying, Musick.
What mean the Pow'rs? — Are yet my Seascs ase?
Or all bewilder'd in a gay Delusion?

The blended Grace of Majesty and —
Steal in, and whisper to my ravish'd. an
It 1 1 it must be, 7 Hermione.

Hm. If Pris your > oe to entertain ons Though, 10

I am indeed Hermione, and yours.
Ort. O Transport more chan crouding Words. can

„ F [Embracing her.

Than Action speak, or firuggling Life support!- ' -*

What God, indulgent to Oreftes Woes, |

Could send thee to restore his Mind to Peace, |

To long · lost Peace? — Did thy relenting Sire

At length consent? Or mighty Love persuade,

Thy: matchless Love, to tempt th' advent'rous Voyage?
Herm. Love, only Love: the Fears thy Absence gave:

Inspir'd, and made me bold, to. share thy Dangers...
Orest. rg ag Goodness! O thou all, Perfection!
ods |

J will not tax Heav'n n's Wirth, but think my Solf ring

O'erpaid with Weight -— O my Hermione,
have a thousand Questions yet to ask, 7
Which, as thou would'st resolve, impatient Fondnek
With fresh Enquiries still shall break thy Tale;
And Kisses interrupt the lov'd Narration: — etl
So shall the varied History renews - WO
And, loft in sweet Confusion of Delight, 75
Be ever to begin, and never finish.

Herm. Nor when Occasion sorts, and better Hours
Shall I regret the oft-repeared Tale,

Or come reluctant to repay thy Fondness.

Orest. Wrong not thy self to talk of better Hours;
Occasion ever smiles, when thou art present;

And Time waits plets'd, subservient to thy Beauties.
By Heav'n, I feel so absolute a Joy |
To hold thee thus; such full Content of Souls.

Fate cannot diseppoint the mighty Comfort,

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Bee vets; ag wonder bow the, Gods: dave blest me.
Loben, Herrajone, .

Pylad. Already 1250 1 rriumph'd in chat Joy.

Welcome, bright” Maid! ' ee, too a Tale of

That warms my Veins, and sooths each Fer Part.

The Gods show'r down Profusion of jo Mr W l

The lovely Priestess —— 6 e

Orest. What of that kind Maid? WIT
Pylad. Stands now confest thy Sister = —
Oref. Tis too muchy *

These sudden Whirls of Fare o er ow'r my

My Sister, say'st thou? Ee bam

Pylad. She, th imperial Chute Bont! ine /

Whom Phæbus promis 'd here, your nee * 3%
Who waits to guide you to your Native' Throne”
Your Pilot to Renown, to Joy, and Empire,

Orest. How can her Weakness stem our rugged Fite?

Pylad. Thro' her shall we elude the Tyrant's Rage;
Throꝰ her the statued Goddess climbs our Decks;
Thro' her th' attendant Priests assist our Flight;
And now, while Darkness aids the secret Purpose,
She stands prepared to lead you forth to Safety.

This was pronounc'd in Iphigenia found;
This, Ipbigenia found demands t'accomplish.

Orest. You equal Gods, who work these hi 81 lun.
Let not the Hand of Chance come in to cross
This Birth of Joy. — My best Hermione!
This is a blessed Hour I see Content [Zo Pylades.

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Pleas'd with the Tribute of their Peoples Smiles.

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She's thine, my Friend; that glorious fav ring Sun, |
Which. gives Hermione to my OO any |
Shall gild-your Nuptials roo, ——

Pylad.. These rushing Joys
Must yet be stifled, left they grow too loud,
And so prevent themselves: for here we stand WF
Circled with Dread, and rounded in with Danger.

A. Alas! what Noise? Did not the Temple

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Creak on their brazen Hinge > | 5

Orest. Repress thy Fears 1 od 0
Twas but the Whistling of the nightly Breeze, | Y

That murmurs hollow thro? these winding Vaults.

Enter Iphigenia.
Pylad. But see, the lovely Maid —— say, is all well?
Ipbig. Ev'n to our Wish. High on the Grecian Deck,
Incircled with our venerable Band,
Great Dian's hallow'd Statue safe is lodg'd.

The Ship is in her Trim; the Sailers yare

To weigh her Anchors; and the fav'ring Wind
Blows fresh, and ruffles in the outspread Sails.

Th' impatient Warriors wait in still Array,

And, fearful to disturb the Ear of Night,
Ask in low Whispers for their Prince Orestes. |
Orest. My Sister! —— O what Words can Rapture
furnish |

To gratulate this Joy? | e ber.

Ipbig Of that hereafter,

The Time invites; and ev'ry Moment's Pause
Is big with Danger — See, the Lamps burn bright, |

To guide us thro' the subterranean Vault, |
That opens to the Shore. Pylad.

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To guide our Vessel aro? tho darkson LE
And, awful Goddess, thou, whose sacred Image
Attends us by thy Brother's great y r
Protect us for these pious Virgins fake.
And, friendly Jove, in whose Imperial bland - ef fore 7 5
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The poor Remains of Agamemnon's House. NA :
Pylad. And Heav'nly Juno! Thou that 4 hast

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The Bulwark and Defence of lab'ring Greece! THEE |
O grant, this Promise of my Joys be crown'd ©
In a Friend rescued, and a Mistress found. [ Exeutrt.

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Thoas Ae AHA at a T, able. Tapers burning.

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Barr Slumber fw my Eyes · W fra . are ek,

That rankle in my Breast? Are they of Love,

Or Jealousy for Passion-ill-repaid? 1 23003
Which e'er the Source, Enjoyment and Riva
Must be the Cure. but, first, to be e Givi

The am'rous Queen burns for our destin'd Victim 5 |
And may again with Magick Wiles attempt

To snatch him from the Shrine. Prevent that Fear: 6
Cut off its Object, and the Passion dies.

Why should I hazard, what may be ensur'd?

My Fate cries out, This Interval is mine:
And, either way, our Goddess Rites are paid 5
Whether the solemn sacrificing Steel,,

Or my more secret Dagger, drink Ris Blood.
Alt shall be so. While Night and Silence reign,

I'll teal, and execute my own Revenge.
Grecian, I come: Thy Genius must be strong,

And watehful, if be this Blow: of Justice.

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Cir. What inward Torments tear that atdotingW och,
Who still burns on, yet finds her Flame unanswer'd!
O Love!] unequal God! at whose dread Shrine *
We breathe the Off rings of our faithful Hearts TE,

With pure Devotion; be not ever deaf, W
And unauspicious to thy Suppliant's Prayers. EE
If thou would'st stand a Deity revered | N.
In Circe's Soul, yet bow this stubborn Youth ; ; | Lc

And make him, feel the Influence of thy Sway, DTT 85
Once more I'll prove nn, the O re-
RN mov'd, nt,
And the wide Dome still as the Core 6 Seer:
What mean this Solitude, and careless Watch?
Yot n and — aid my Purpose.
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Keep back your Tapers, and ptome; no ert "i

But, there, at Samer wait our coming „

All's bush, and still ey The Superstitious Traiinn
higk the Goddess” Wrath.

Of droning Pricity/Þhy 5 .
Is cancell'd by her Statue duly cleans d.
On the Sea snore extend their formal Rites,
And are not yet return d. Then, to thy Work.
The Cell. stands open: — Vou dread Spirits, that wait 1
f 1 * 1 at stern Murther' s Call, ;

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1 shrink with Horror, co behold”!
mpire thus prophan'dz* thn 200
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Stalk like the sy 25 Genius of Reveng mio
The stealtby Minister of turkir Le: 101 8 — 0 .
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Presented this a Dagger to thy Mind; N
Reflecting on thee thine own . — 1 1
When, at dead Night, thou didst, thus badly arm'd, A.
Steal on thy Mleepi g Lord's unguarded Hour, _ 2
pr Auge th © We — 1 in his kingly Breast. W
JEjudging V retch! It suits thy. 5

1 1 the Slanders of deen TIO cpa T
And make their envious Calumnies thine own. 1 : A
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S_—_ LATE BE.

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Unmeritable Man, his Want of Worth

Had made me glory in that Stroke of Ne
His People's Praise had crown'd the great archievementy
Had, sanQtified the horrid Name. of Murther, e
1 bis Death a, publiek Sacrifice,
5. Ob, unexampled Outrage! 1 Jet, 1 thank thee 3

To whe 1 67 from the Lethargy of Dorage. ' © H
1 see thee now stript of that Glare of -, e Bo A
In Which my too uncaut ious Love had deck'd thee.
Thy Siren“ s Face assu umes the Gorgoy's Fierceness: 2 3 4
And that alluring Voice, which late 1 thought ot 54; R
Sweet as the Tune of Mormn-saluting Lak.
Sounds harsh, and fatal as the Mandrake's Groan.
CTCirce. This ferce Intem perance, that strives to wear
The Form of Hate, is but th ungovern'd Rage
Of a fond Heart o'er-charg'd with jealous Transports:
I know my Pow'r, and triumph in the Knowledge.
Barz..[within.], Where is the King?

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Barz. My Business cries aloud for instant Audience, L

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a Whenee this wild Hasle, and why 6 Wat 2 5
3 1 * Is "ur 5 mighty Sir, drawn by Fog: |

To guard. your, Shores against the Grecian Van ;
Astonish'd at Eyents, all stand aghast,

And motionless as Things devoid of Soul.
Your Presence only can.recal. their ed =

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Barz. Too kan the subtle. Priests have greatics
— and the Priestess, all abett the —ꝗ—
Have borne our Statue, and your. Gita, 6 8
And bought their Welcome to the Grecians 81e.
Cirès. The Captive scap'd! O my distracted Soul 1
For this has Circe strain'd her magick Arts,
Rack'd ev'ry Spell, and task'd each aiding Pow'r?
Thoas. The Priestess, said st L the treach rou
What! e by a pin Gin !
Proclaim it round our Bands, the gallant Chief,
That brings her back, shall kalle our richest Favour.
Barz. The wondr'i ing Croud swarm round her on
the Beach, ig
And, aw'd with Rev'rence of her Form and Office,
Drink in her Words, gaze on the Grecian Pair,
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Circe. Yet, Thoas, rake — in Moves:

And Circe shall outdo.th', united War.
Perfidjous W otngn, no: The Oat are
Have giwet thee Refuge, and begin”!

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TN t ryst no longer to thy hellish Arte,

Bur Gl or it my-single ee, tough
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Unless I loos'd his Bonds, Ee take his Flight.—
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Th' infernal Pow'rs so late in in hop ew d NO por —

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Curse, that. ungovern d d brou ghr thee hither,

To vie with Circe in unequal Charms; _ 5 8
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Spear by thy Country's Gods, whom most thou fart, *

To quit all Int'rest. in Ogi Heft, 8 /
And, the he seck thy Bed, to Hun his ee , I
Hum Fo bis it, Ten — a — 2 be 2 | 1

Hum. Talk wi ry firs thy ad; oa 1 ge.
I feel new Vigour shivor thro' ey'ty Vein; * i
And Death, i in All the ugliest — 7 of Torture, | «7

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Hun. Save me, ye Virruous Gods! Kind Mercy,
eie fires: "Ms ire pursues Ju with s | Dagger
x. Ned restes and bis Par.
Oral. W hat Voice of shrill Diftres acting my Ear?
Ha! My Hur mins? 2 5 I once moge Bold thee?
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Oref. Sore? ress, Saut! "Perpibions,' ty Seducer!
How dar'st thou, now the 22 of War is is drawn, |
Fncounter thus my Rage? 4 : Ne AHH yn
Circe. What means my Love? ON
My watchful Art i is busy i in thy det © |
Time is our own: Now, whilst the Sorben Tyrant,
T boughtlcso of bigh rern that swell my Soul,

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—_ art thou mute 'Cdpproathing nx bim,
Ores. Avaunt, once es warn thee: 57 bub,
And, ere thy magic Wiles, thy plotted Mischiefs ” TA
Rise fresh to Mem'ry, fly: nor tempt my Soul |
To stain a Soldier's Blade-wirh'fermile Slaughter. U oy
Circe. Vain Braggart! 1 despise thy ny Rage,”
Too plain I'see the Cause of thy Neglect, ors
Thy shameful Pcrfidy, and alter'd Vows ;
Licentious, perjur'd Man! — Thoucan'ft not FR 9
I'm charm'd in Art above thy fecble Fury
Art, that shall exercise itself in Ven nes
On thee, on her, thy Friend, and'boasted 8 lb 1. gol

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When thou wert sever'd from me, wild with Pears, .
I ran and left my Sister and my — 5
Who now may need our Aid. e e e e
Herm. Let's seek them out: Wes
Where most the sprighrly Din of Arms is 8
There shall the noble Pylades be found,
Lab'ring for Love, for Friendsnhip, and for Glory.
Orest. But oh! too much art Thou expos'd to Danger.
Let me secure Thee from these dreadful Hazarde,
Then with intrepid Heart, steel'd in thy A
With rival Force I'll:rush into the Mar;
And emulate my noble Friend's Renoẽonmnm.
Haw, No, Fhou and only Thou shalt. be my Shield, :
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Circe. What sullen Gods yet disappoint my Chara?
The Seas are calm, the Moon serenely shines,
Help, Pow'rs of Hell, to blot the Face of N ret
Earth, from your hidden Gulfs pour Floods of ner
Ye pent-up' Winds, burst your confining Caves,
And raise a Wall of Waters to the Skies! _.

[4 Ship appears here Ander Sail.

Wake, ye hoarse Thunders, split, their Keels of Oak!
Fe sulph'rous * burn their outspread Sails !

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I yu Demon of the World, pop "he vat. £2
And oh! thou Sun, once thought my boasted Sr,

There gisclam thy pure eternal Efenet: :
I would derive all from my mortal Mother;

Be mortal all; —— or Life's become my Curls, bug
Vet, let me eee eee ;

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Oni heavy Tas of Epilogie's the mm er
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J foot. Biel, One wild the Balle con 1 4
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Nor will allow em that sure Claim of | Fools,
To be, at least, the Womens proper Tools.
Another, more inclin'd to Love than Satire,
Would dress bis Wit up by undresing Nature.
The Virgin, whom his Lines can fail to touch,
Must either know too little, or too much. ©
Virtue by Theory taught in five dull Acts i 2
The Epilogue reduces Vice to Praflice.
Tho', in his Play, the Greek or Roman Dame
Shuns the least Hint of an indecent Flame 3
be, rather than submit to naughty Mooing,
She laughs at Danger, and encounters Ruin;
Wait till the Epilogue, sbe stands confest
Den One of Us, * her Virtue all a Jest:

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The Epilogue fill les —— in Drury-Lane, ©
Bit "tis, alike, each Author's darling Car:
To recommend his Labours to the Fair.. — ad
Our Author this attempts by various Strain,
Love for soft Hearts, — and Musick for soft Brains 5 rl
Ladies, be kind, and let bis Plea flandgood;, ©

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once in an Age, at least, your Smiles dispense 2 F
» If To English Sounds, and Tragedy that's Sense. I ll
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From the Italian Opera, * Tom Thumb.