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Show so GUSTAVUS VASA I Sfw ^^i^^l^^n thy Virtue , The Frauds, the ^ l J ^ 5 ' bove Mortality , Firm how you flood, and ™w*a 0f Love, 'Till in the fond unguarded Hour oi L-ove, Thewily undermining Trolho came, And won thee trom tnyfelt- - A Moment won t h e e - - - T M For ftiil thou art Arvida, ftiU the M ™ O n whom thy Country calls for her Deliv ranee. Already are her braveft Sons in Arms, M a k h'ow they ftout, impatient of on.r Pretence, 'r; lead tr>em on to a new Life of Liberty, T o Fame! to^onquelt-Ha, Heav'n guard my Thy ChSSspale, thy Eye is wild upon me, yv itt thou not anfwer me ? Arv. Guftavus I Gull. Speak. Arv. Have I not dream d f Gull- N o other I efteem it „ „ - ,, Where lives the M a n whofe Reafon numbers not r Still ^ure, ftill blamelcfi. if at wonted Daw.i Again he wakes to Virtue. Arv O, m y Dawn Muft foon be dark. Confufion diflipates, T o leave m e worfe confounded. Guft Think no more on't. Come to m y Arms, thou deareft of Mankind Arv. Stand off! Pollution dwells withm Touch, . , And Horror hangs around me Cruel Man O thoo haft doubly damn'd me with this Goodneii, F^r Refolution held the Deed as done ; That now tuft fink m e - H a r k ! I'm fummon My Audit open. ! Poife me ! for ftand | Upon a Spire, vgainft whofe vf.ghtlf. Ba.e HC11 break, hi. Wave beneatb. Down, doan care not, J pfl Zfo Deliverer of his Cotntry. £1 ' And uo I cannot look, for Juftice fronts roe Thou to ".are Vengeance, tho' my purpling Blood WereNeGar for Heavn's Bowl, as warm and rich, A*now 'tis bafe, it thus mould pour for Pardon. [Guftavus catches his Arm, anj, in the Struggle the Dagger falls. Guft. Ha ! Hold, Arvida - No, I will not lofe thee- r # Forbid it Heav'n ! thou malt not rob m e lo, No, I will ftruggle with thee to the laft, And fave thee from thyfelf. Oh, anfwer m e ! Wilt thou forfakc me ? Anfwer me, m y Brother, M y beft Arvida. Arv. I wou'd fpeak to thee But let it be by Silence -Oh Guftavus I Guft. Say but y ou'll live. Arv. Oh ! Guft. For m y Sake. Guft. Yes, take me ; Expofe me cage me, brand m e for the Tool Ofcrafced Villains, for the verieft Slave, On whom the Bend of each contemptuous Brow Shall look with Loathing. Ah, m y Turpitude Shall be the vile Comparative for Knaves To boaft and whiten by ! Guft. Not fo, not fo. ron Who knows no Faoft,my Friend, knows no Perfectil I he Rectitude that Heav'n appoints to M an Leads on thro' Hrror ; and the kindly Senfe Of having ftray'd, endears the Road to Blifs . It makes Heav'n'i W a y more pleafmg ! O m y 3ro- Ti. hence a Thoufand cordial Charities \Zr swfts** thcir Vigour> «* ** £2 Arv. Give me Leave mir Guft.You mail not pais C° ^ m *°Pafi- Arv. I muft. **A Whither ? D2 Arv. .. |