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Show 6 E D W A R D and Jolted in Religion, JW*M*Jg CondQa O King of £ » ^ f " t ; W when beneath Of Saracens zf ChrV'^ £rft Crufado. Your P;ou. © # * ; •» < * firft^ ^ ^ Jerufalem was fcck o, *nu k , Gorge""0"' Sfl/frf'vSo^ within me fluinks, O hideou. Scene 1 my Soul w.^_ <ive ^ ^ Abhonent, from the View. Trolling torphghted ^a,™'heS) P in cold Blood, I T ft£ettiSK?-rderd, bafely » 5rK.*f- SSTSl* Otown'd in The vefSldier «j *^0^£ «& Sight, , Could'ft thou, O Sun, behold t | And Lift again thy ' " ™ d J f J ^ Tlw, can do it, A ruthlef. Reee ! W h o « B J ^ f t k i n d \ T o pleafe the general Father ol m a While nobler Paladin-- "" Edw. Away .' be gone / T to do f With thee, vile Dervife, what h^ve 1 I lofe roy Hour of V engejnw, I dcoai T o hold this Talk with Thee. Sel While Truth and Reafon j ^ Speak from m y Tongue, vita' " V l , rcb, Yet a a I greater thao the h.gheft M M ffi()n> Who, from blind I ^ T O * ? Bef.de*, I come to juftify a P«nce» H o w " " in other Qualtaie. below thee. in Lovfc of Goodnefs, Truth. Horn"«T £ ,U And Honour, Sir, thy Eqoal, » Edw. What i H o w f f Compare roe with a damn d Affaflm Der. A matchlef. Villain / - H a ! presjrop vife! Tho» W n^^^nimm E L E O N O R A. 6z At fly the gloomy Minifter* of Vengeance, Famine and Plague ; they lye for Years conceal'd, Make light of Oaths, nay, fometimes change Reli-gion, And never fail to execute his Orders. Of thefe the Villain was, thefe ruffian Saints, The Curfe of Earth, the Terror of Mankind : And thy Engagement, Prince, in this Crufado, That was the Reafon whence they fought thy Life Edw. Falfe, falfe as Hell! the Lye of guilty Fear! You all are Bigots, Robbers, Ruffians all! It is the very Genioi of your Nation. Vinditfive Rage, the Thirftof Bloodconfumes you: You live by Rapine, thence your Empire rofe ; And your Religion is a meer Pretence To rob and Murder, in the N a m e of Heaven. Sel Be patient, Prince, be more humane and juft. You have your Virtues, have your Vices too • And we have ours. The liberal Hand of Nature Hai not created us, nor any Nation, Beneath the blefTcd Canopy of Heaven, Of fuch malignant Clay, but each may boaft Their native Virtues, and their Maker's Bountv You call us Bigots. Oh ! can'ft thoa with that Reproach us, Chriftian Prince ? What brought thee hither ? What elfe but Bigotry ? What do'ft thou here t What eife but perfecute ? The Truth i, great Greater than thee, and I will give it W a v Even thou thyfelf, in all thy R 3 g e, w i n t e r it . From their remoteft Source/ thefe holy W a r i ' S l^Vn^5;"^ bHt Bi^'A R Pine C si« M I ! firft Crufade^, when their Zeal Ld h ^ V r e l h 0 n e ouc «*e Pared, didtheynot Led by the frantick Hermit who began Y ' T h e m e s Tradc, t W ^ ^ ^ ^ exceeds the P ft «*itWKSE^ssjg^ In- |
