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Show ( 36 ) * m/ AVJI IV. Scene an Anti-chamber near the Governours Apartment. Phorfano. Jopano. [difguis'd. Phorf. QO much thy manly port, thy daring afpect, O The Fires which fparkle in thy Eyes have charm'd That neither thy Complexion nor thy Chains, f me,. Can make m e think that thou wer't born a Slave : But haft a Soul above thy vile Condition, Which to the boldeft actions would infpire thee Were Liberty in view. Jop. Is there a Deed more dreadful than the laft,. More cruel to be done,at your Command, Again this Steel fhall drench its felf in Blood, And Liberty alone be m y Reward. For nothing's to the Brave fo dear as freedom, Danger and Death for this they will difpife, And purchafe with their Lives their Native right. Phor. T o One like thee, fb fenfible of Slavery, H o w grievous muft it be to drag thj Chain ? Tug at the Oar, and every Minute feel The Whip plough odious furrows in thy Flefh, For a Fools Anger or a Drunkards Mirth ; Sure if occafion offer'd thou woud'ft choofe T o be the Mafter of thy felf, and live In plenty, rather thsn to pine with want. Jop. W h a t defp'rate talk ? W h a t perilous attempt ? What Wonders to be free cou'd I perform ? I fhou'd deferve m y Bonds, a Villains lafh T o labour Ages at the Oar, if Fear Cou'd daunt m e in the way which leads to freedom. m, Phor. |