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Show n 4* 8 E D W A R D *^ Of thy laft Parigt, thy agonizing Throws, The dire Coavulfions of thefe tender Limbs ; And all for one O Infamy ! -f o'o n C> By Love, by Duty bound, each manly lie, Even by a Peafcnt'i Honour to protect Thee \ Eleo This ne'er can blemiih Thee. I know fall There it™ Danger, P*in, no Form of Death, Thou woud'ft nut meet with Tranfport to protecl I, aml as ! an unimportant W o m a n , re on y Boaft and Merit is to love Th?e ; < hat am I, with namelefs Numbers weigh'd ? Iyriadsyet unborn? All Ranks, j A<res, all Arts, all Virtues, all a btate com- o r ' 7.(Li>? Tbefe h ve a higher Claim to thy Protection. Live then for them.. O make a great Effort! What none but Heroes can, bid the fofc Paffions, Th- i riva'eftoop to Thofe that g-afp a Public. I ivc to poiTefs the Pleafure of a God, T o bl< fi a People rroftep to thy Care. Live to tulfil thy long Career of Glory, But juft begun. T o die for I hec be mine. I n<er can find a bright^ gentler fate ; » z*nd Fate will come at laft, inglorious Fate ! Ctfirudfce »« not a Portion of thy Fame ! A?mix*d in Love, O raifc m e t0 thy Glory! Edw. In vain is all thy Eloquence. The more Thou would* perfuade, I, with encrea-fing H< rror, Fly from thy Purpofe Eleo. Do'it thou love me, Edward f Edw. Oh I If I love Thee? Witnefs Heaven and Earth ! . , Angels 0f Death that hover round ne, witneis - Witnefs thefe blinded Eyes, thefe trembling Arms, This Hears that beats unutterable Fondnefs, E L E O N O R A . 2? To what delightful Agony I love thee ' B A''pSC a W'h t h °U faVC me> fUre' f r °m *reater Edw O that I could from all i eDgrof$ th g f xering*! *• J UUA Pain felt for Thee, were Pleafure ! Eleo. Hear me, Edward I fpeak the ftriaeft Truth, no Plight ofPaffion, I fpeak my naked Heart To die, I own U a dread Paffage, terrible to Nature ' Chiefly to thofe who have, lik* me, been happy - But to forme Thee O 'tis greatly work"1' Tiiacontinnai Death ! I cannot bear The wry T h o u g h t - - o leave m e not behind thee! Whrdoft thoo pwrce m e with thi, «!«„„ iaUpe?' \X' th3C t h °a 3" J W S S the The tedious Toil of Life will (boa be o'er - Thoa loon wilt hide thee in the quiet Grave • ^i'^L°ne\yrWid0W' With««' Orphln,, Am eft defencekf, to a tronbled World A falfe, ungrateful, and injuriou. World ' °\ 'fhoalov'ltme, Edward, I conjnre the7 B » ff'S?"1 F ,ame wlikh b l ^ * o u r Soul V % alia Father, alia Mother feels ' %«rery holy Tendernef., 1 charee thee I irffif£pi^^o.rReir- Edw. Oh '- ' T £: te.°*our he,pIef«- Diftraaion ! - L e t m e g 0 , ft a To^dr- h Children ! Thoa canft «°t leave oar ^JdediX8.?'?' ^y?* tbe Weft ! **». Cruel j ** Perll» of a T h r»ne .'- No |