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Show og GUSTAVUSVASA, Chrift. Never yes-polTibly he might, that Day W h e n the proud Pair, Guftavus and Arvida, Thro' Copenhagen drew a Length of Chain, And grac'd m y Chariot Wheels but why the Queftioa ? Troll. I'll te'.l you r-while e'en now he flood before us I mark'd his high 1 < meanour, and m y Eye Claim'd feme Remembrance ot him, tho' in Clouds Doubtful and diftaat, but a nearer View Renew'd the Characters efTac'd by Abfence. Yet, left he might prefume upon a Friendship Of antient League between us, I diftembled, Nor feem'd to know him-^-On he proudly ltrode, As w h o fhould fay, backFortune, know thy Diftance! Tnu* fteddily he pafs'd, and mock'd his Fate. W h e n , lo ! the Pnncefs to her Morning walk Came forth attended--quick Amazement fciz'd Arvida at the Sight; his Steps took Root, A Tremor fhook him ; and his alt'nag Cheek N o w fudden fiufh'd, then fled its wonted Colour j W h lie with an eager and intemp'rate Look H e bent bis FoTm, and hung upon her Beauties. Chrift. H a ! Did our Daughter note him I Trail. No, m y Lord ; She pafs'c? regardlefs-Strait his Pride fell from him, And at her N a m e he ftarted. Then hcav'd a Sigh and call a Look to Heav'n, O f fuch a mute, yet eloquent Emotion, As feem'd to fry, n ow Fate thou hi ft prevail'd And found one W a y to triumph o'er Arvida I Chrift Bbt wnether wou'd this lead \ Troll Lift, lift, m y Lord ! W*;iie thus his Soul's unfeated, fhook by PafTion, CoVd we engage him to betray Guftavus Chrift. O empty Hope ! Impoffible, my Trollio. D o I not know him, and the curs'd Guftavus ! Both fix'd in Refolution deep as Hell, And proud as high Olympus ! Troll. [ The Deliverer of his Country. £9 Troll. Ah, my Liege, Ho mortal Footing treads fo firm in Vertue, As always to abide the flipp'ry Path, Nor deviate with the Biafs-- Some have few, But each M a n has his Failings, fome Defect Wherein to Hide Temptation-Le^ve him to me. Chrift.,I know thou haft a ferpentizing Genius, Can'ft wind the fnbtleft Mazes or the Soul, And trace her Wand'rings to the Source of Action. ff thou can'ft bend this proud one to our Purpofe And make the Lion crouch, 'ut well if not * Awey at once, and fweep him from Remembrance. Troll. I hen I mult promife deep Chrift, Ay, anything , out bid Ambition. Iroll., Love ? ""cantihe St** D^hte' *»~* *» That holds the Certainty of FateS" I Love „ a Paffion whofe^Eff^ are variou, It ever bnoga fome Change upon t h l ^ M ' Some Virtue, or fome Vice "fii.u . ' Degrade, the H ^ J l ^ "I**™. Chrift. True, when it no- fa Ward»v a l i a n t - per, ' " pUu'S nP°" 8 youtbtul T e m . Opea and apt to take t\* T V It owns noiimit, no R ^ -enC-,D J | « fweep, all down tho'H""' " k n 0 W - Ev'n Virture rear!"n v a i / ^ M d H e l 1 °PP<>fe - [Exeunt SCENE |