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Show ! 12 GUSTAVUSVJSJ, I, And. O glorious Spirit ! think not I am flack T o relifh what thy noble Scope intends, But then the Means ! the Peril ! B And the Confcquence ! Great arethe Odds, and W h o mail dare the Trial I Gift. I dare. A O wer't thou ftill that gallant Chief W h o m onoe I hnew ! I cou'd unfold a Purpofe that would make The Greatnefs of thy Heart to fweii, And burft in the Conception. And. Give it Utt'rance. Perhaps there lie fome Embers yet in Sweden, Which, waken'd by thy Breath, might Rife in Flames, and fpread vindictive round- You fay you know me ; But give a Tongue to fuch a Caufe as this, And if you hold m e tardy in the Call, You know m e not But Thee I've fureiy known ; For there is fomewhat in that Voice and Form, Which has alarm'd m y Soul to Recolle&ion ; But 'tis as in a Dream, and mocks m y Reach, Gift. Then name the M a n W h o m it is Death to know, Or knowing to conceal <| And I am he. And. Guftavus ! Heav'n's ! •Tis ne ! 'tis he himfelf ! C SCENE • Ad The Deliverer of his Country. 13 *m 2, S C E N E III. Enter Arvida, Speaking to a Servant. Arv. I thank yon, Friend, he's here, you may retire. ' And. Good Morning to m y noble Gueft, you're . "r ly •' [Guftavu. walksapart rr-Z'A cornero take a lh°« and halty Leave : Br'o• fr° m the Moantain'8 neighb'ring The Canva. 'of a thonfand Tent, appear., thnegre!he Va'e ^^ ,bC Tyr3nt ^^Z^l™^*™ not ^ the Interview . Supwt, a I he' rWh°'n the S h r e d«- °f Sl**«Y An<Fmfl? ep>,f"P««>r ^ the State, And infoIenCe of Ermine? &%*. Sure that Voice, *£»?? ^of-Fricndlhip and Arvida ! aS!& yeP^r.!iti, -*» I'm loft,t,,tI hyt,'oper[y. ftance. ' in ^ and wond'rou, Circum- < * * J., wherefore, m y ^ ^ ^ We |