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Show 22 GUStAVUS VASA, S C E N E It Enter a Gentleman VJbr> and f^Jea^ Z U who kneel, andbow at a Defiance. Chriftiern. What Slaves are thofe ? *nnm T :-„* vour Subjects. Gent. M y gracious Liege, y« J Cbrt/r Whence? Gent, of Sweden. mrm\a fome, Were they not born to bear > Away . come, , ? WSat wrou'd theft Murnmrer. . Gent Moft royal O n fern- They fay t^y bave but ° King> t -j Koneath a Hoft of Tyrant., And yet are bow d bene.rt a Holt O ^ Ta*.MafterS, S-.ld.en,^W d All Officer, ot Rap-nc * <Vor(,s of Licence, Wi.Uo.ng Poten-ate , ^ Lor ^ ^ ^ ^Vho weigh their b*eai «»" Shame, . e-^»» E>'n as a Feather pnff'd away in Sport, The Pattime of a Gale. cbfjj -hold! •one giaciont The Deliverer of his Co untry. 2 3 Chrift. MI hear no more. c-fmiiMI1tt- I know ye, well I know ye. ye bale Supplicants, Fear n the only Worfhip of your Souls ; And ever where ye hate, ye yield Obeylance. Wretches ! Shall I go poring on the Earth, Left my imperial Foot mould tread on Emmets r Is it for you I muft controul m y Soldiers, And coop my Eagles from their Carrion ? N o - Are ye uot Commoners, vile Things in Nature, Poor pricelefs Peafants ? Slaves can know no Property : Out of my Sight 1 [Exeu nt "Peafants. S C E N E III. Enter Aryida guarded, and a Gentleman, Arvida. Now Fate I'm caught, And what remains is obvious. Gent. A Prifoner, good my Lord. Chrift. When taken ? T GenL?ow' ev'n herc> before yoor Tent • ?l?l r d A°bfcrvation th™ his Port And bafe Attire ill fuiting I enomVJ But found he was a Stranger. **" * Ch"ft- Ha ! obferve. (Damn'd Aftaation) what a fullen Scorn Kn.t.^BrowJod frown, 0^Srprerc„ce. B 3 Th« |
