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Show 4, GUS TAWS VA S A, w h n f W th- Force of fifteen thoufand Foea G^/ Give me your Hands, tnoic V4i«i My fellow Lab'rers too--What fay ye, rncnu. Shall we not strike fort? J// Death; Victor or Death ! NOirSokeJ^dy8ourfelves-.Ye Men of Dale, pr-e^ir,issfai*sift- From Honour's ang'rou. S^^it Wa^rri^ aU . Sav mi'ht Ve chuU a Chief, for high Exploits, fcThVFiA .al, to the lateft Praife That breathes a Hero's N a m e Speak, name the M a n . «,.*.> W h o then fhoiri meet your W i mf Siv. Forbear he T h e m e . W4.h> W n y wou'dft thou feek to fink us with the Weight Of grievous R e Section ? O Guftavus I Cou'd the dead *ake, thou wcrt that M a n of Men, Firft ot the Foremoft. Guff. Did'ft t ;ou not know Guftavus f Siv. K n o w him! O Heav'n ! what elfe, whoelte was worth _ T h e Knowledge of a Soldier ? That great Day, W h e n Chriftiern, in his third Attempt on S*»'«'* Had fum' /his Pow'rs and weigh'd the: Scale ot BifiW-O n the bold Brink, the very Puih of Conqueit, Guftavus rufh'd, and bore the Battle down ; In his full Sway of Prowefs, like Leviathan That fcoops his foaming Progrefi on the^ain> And drives the Shoals along forward I fprung? All emulous, and lab'ring to attend him ; vLr fled before, behind him Rout grew loud, A n d diftant W o n d e r g a z ' d - A t length h..torn d, And having ey'd m e with a wpad rous Look Q[ The Delivererofhis Country. 42 Of Sweetnefs mix'd with Glory Grace ineftima-ble ! Hepluck'd this Bracelet from his conq'ring A rm And. bound it here-My Wrift feem'd treble nerv'd; M y Heart fpoke to him, and I did fuch Deeds As belt might thank furr. But from that blcfs'd Day I never faw him more--yet ftill to this, I bow, as to (he Relicks ot m y Saint : Each Morn I drop a Tear on ev'ry Bead, Count all the Glories of Guftavus o'er, And think I ftili behold him Guft. Rightly thought; For to thou doft, n,y S^Idkr. Give m .my Arms Oft, off ye dark Difgaifci i For I will be myfclf Behold your General, Guftavus ! Lome once more to lead ve on T o laurel'd V i c W to Fame, to Freedom I lit Vale. 11 it ? 2d Dale. Vet. 3d Vale. No. 4th Date- 'Tis he' 5<h Dale. 'Tis be» 6th Dale. 'TJS he ! Stv. Strike me, ye Pow'rs!. it cannot. • Guft Whit, no nearer ? Throw,allRefpecTbeMnVj,*"«»"»»* Utaiffl I read you, j0yf °™i°d «; '»ia enough - And wou'd, o, won'd i i j n f p o r t s in your Eye. • I " * * S o l d er^nereJ w\n f L ' f e t 0 * ™ « > ' *» dearer th.n roy " n w h ° f e ev'ry Life',' Except your Lib««y "' d"rer « » » aught, '"/» except v o n r u . ?_ * [A Jhout. It i. illufion all! except yoar Honour. Perift |