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Show it GUSTAFUS VA SA, •* . r. • * rnrhriaiern? Guard thyfelf my Arv. Ha! Friend to Cbnjtiern ^ J Heart'._ «i„« .Why, good my Lordj Nor feem to take A l » « n - - - £f*rib.d> What terror ia there in a Wretc* P ? Naked of Mean., "^tfjf^Nir Anew wfi ffl J«// There yoo minaice-this Hour __From yonder Hill T h e Danger wa. fo near ^ ^ pow,fs H e fends Propofal*, ° £ * ? * Ref0lotee, Of Dalecarlia, thofe J"e n"°™ K e W « c k, W h o , having naught to hazard in^tr Are ^ e r foremoft «o omen , S » r » ^ ^ ^^^TruftmJvarnt Man, whoe'er thoa i^^^t^^Kn^' • The Freedom oi h>. Mother and n Hi. forfeit P " v'n s £ £ e e>0^Vut the League, Submitted to hi. ScePcre77Tft;nB priendfhip, T h e Bond of Amity, and lafting * « p, I, that he claim. Cffna for hi. Bride. you (tart, and feem furpnzd. Jrz>. AfuddenPain {f ^ Tuft (truck athwart m y Breait J {thought you nam'd Crtftna. Troll. Y « - , TMdt. Arv O Torture ! L ' Down, Heart, nor tell thy anguifh! Pray «c«f« Dldyoun,no«fay,thePrincef.w^hi.W1fe? *SS "A -eft; what was, but what mu« be. 7Je Deliverer of his Country. 3 3 ^. Touching Guftavus, wai it not ? 57WA The famt. ^?^Side,hi,W Crtf/a*, fancied in the very Prime A„d yd thful Smile of Nature , form d for Joys Ubkaown to Mortals. You feem mdifpos d ^ The Crime of Conflation Oh <**j*™^ This is too much!-And think youthen, my Lord- Wnat will the royal Chriftiern e'er content - To match his Daughter with his deadlieit boe f Troll. Whatlhou'dhedo? War e!fe mnft be eternal. Befidei, fome Rumours from his Danijh Realms Make Peace efkntial here. . Arv Yes, Peace has Sweets, That Hybla never knew ; it deeps on Down, Cull'd" gently from beneath the Cherub'* Wing ; . N o Bed for Mortals :-Man is Warfare- All A Hurricane within , ytt Friendship ftoops, And gilds the Gloom with Falfhhood-Smiles and Varoifl) ! For ftill the Storm grows high, and then no more! No Rock to fplit ou ! Tweje a kind Perdition To link ten thou fa nd Fathom at a Plunge, And fatten on Obvilion • there we hold And all is [Faints. Troll. Help, bear him up. O Potency of Love ! That plucks this noble Fabrick from his Bafe. Bend, bend him forward He revives How fare you ? Arv. I know not-yet a Dagger were moil friendly. Return me, Trollio, O return me back To Diath, to Racks ! Undons, undone Arvida I Troll. Is't poffible, my Lord ! the Prince Arvida' My/mrdlr . {Embrac9s him. Arv Confufion to the \Tame ! {Turns Troll Why this, good Heaven ? And wherefore thus difguis'd ? Arv. Yes, that accomplifh'dTrmor, that Guftavus, c While |