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Show ^v 44 GUSTAWS VA S A, Perifh fl^22iiJSSS& Shame, Ih a t,if,im,oon your Chain. ! why faid I Chain.! T o S uls U?e our.,yiVuld havetalk'd of 1 numphs, ToaoulsUkevo r , Hazards imminent, Empire, and F ; m ^ "^ ihafte, brave M e n ! Oc«fion. with d, or £ o > Colkft your l ^ ^ h s i r share of Conqueft, Summon our BretMC ^ '^FSJo-^Mbe UndulaUon fluke The Bound. rfjJ^f^SW; ^ Guftavu., 1 Guftavus, Liberty. P ^ 1 ^•^ «..^vi # ^* »'•* * s> S C E N E III. £»^r Anderfon. Anderfon. There was a glorious Sound X Guft. Yes, Anderfon, T h * ions wifti'd Hour is come the Storm is up, And Wrbeck.willfollow-Where they are to light Let Heav'n determine Well, m y noble Friend, Has Peter/on fet out I I„J Wt» has. this Innant : A n i T b e a ^ S Pecquet to the Tyrant's Cam?- Guft. W h a t think you of his Zeal \ And. In truth, m y Lord, It wears a gallant Show. Gw$ 'Tis fpecious all, -• , Flalh without bite, the Light ning 01 p r That canics Darknsfs in the Rear~For Peterj**^ The Deliverer of his Country. 45 Tofpread my Letters thro' the Camp of Chriftiern, And feek for Succours in the Jaws of Death, Bt fhow'd too bold, too much the flaming Patriot. Befioe, I know him for the Friend of Trollio. And. Why wou'd you then employ him I Guft. There's the Myftery. 'Tis not his Faijh, but Treachery I truft to. M y Letters are directed to the Chiefs Of thofe inglorious Mercenary Swedes, W h o m Chriftiern has fedue'd to join his Hoft, And turn tne Sword of Conqueft on their Country ; T o each of rhofe I have sddrefi'd in Terms Offpecial Correfpondencc, meant to rouze The Jealoufy of Chriftiern ; as I think M y Pacquet can't efcape him- What enfues ? The Tyrant hence concludes himfelf betray'd, Sifts all his Legions, thins the Ranks of Fi<*ht And leaves them open to our bold Invafion* But grant that Peter/on deceive m y Aim And hold the Rack of Virtue ; then the Swedes May waken to the glorious Call of Honour n r T T * V ' r y W a y k fave« us fr****he Guile And. On my Soul, Maw! %?lTg™ that faP8 th* Miner, And m Jeaf?° turn a T r a"°r to itfelf. And mock its W n Defign. Guft. Onoble Friend hi Affemble all thy brave lZt°°' my A**trfi*. With warlike Tnfn; • /Vdheren" round thee ** l*M, roy Lord. [Exit. SCENE |