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Show %&s GUStAVUS VASA, Thouwou dft be tHoUi*v a Myftery, A Sm'le ! Damnation ! -ftOW The WreTof State, the f^J^?**'- What have we no Pre-eminenc, <">Ctaio ^ Do'ft thou not know thyXife** M Pow rr Jrv. 'Tis therefore I defpife it. Chrift. Matchlefs Infplcnce ! What art thou ? Speak ! j w Be fure no Friend to thee $ For I'm a Foe to Tyrants. Chrift. Fiends and Fire ! - - - T -,,.„ A afevf s firarsssta-me, Chriftiern. c H o w po?r thy Pow'r, how empty .a thy Heppineft, W h e n fuch a Wretch, a. I appear to be, Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form, A„/ftretch thv Soul upon the Rack of Paffion A Ch%'til55 thee-I wiU know th?e ! Bear Why. w'h" are Kmg., if Slaves can brave na thu. ? Go, Trollio, hold him to the Rack Tear, fearco Prove him vhro' etfry Poignance, fting him deep. 5 C B M ,\--- i y & Deliverer of Ms Couutry. 2$ S C E N E IV. i Enter a Mejfenger as in Hafte. Chriftiern. What wou'd'ft thou, Fellow \ Meff. O my fovereign Lord, I am fome faft and far, from Ev'n 'till Morn Five times I've crofs'd the Shade of ileeplefs Night Impatient of thy Prefence. Chrift. Whence ? Meff. From Denmark. Commended from the Confort of thy Throne To Speed and Privacy. Chrift. Your Words wou'd tafte of Terror Wretch, fpeak out, Nor dare to tremble here For did'it thou bear Thy Tidings from a thoufand Leagues around, Unmov'd, I move the Whole, the centring Nave, Where turns that mighty Circle-Speak thyMeffage. Mejj. A fecret Malady, my gracious Liege, Some factious Vapour, rifen from off the Shirts Of Southmoft Norway, has diffus'd its Bane, And rages now within the Heart of Denmark. Chrift. It muft not, cannot, 'tis impofllble « What, my.D:vn Danes t Nay, then the World wants Weeding. * I will not bear it Hell! I'd rather fee, This Earth a Defart, defolate and wild £nd-!l£ thl Li0D ftalk m y lonely Round, Hm.fnd and rearing for mv Prev-•Call <7V/,;/;„ I'll have Men ftadj deep[yre?d g g S S f e SCENE |