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Show 6z GU S TAFU S VA S A, Chrft. I will not be controul'd- bid him feize all, _ . Soldiers and Chiefs r B y Hell, there's not a Swede, Rut lurks an Inurnment to prompt Rebellion, A n d Plots upon m y Life ! Look there, tis evident: A r [Gives Trollio a Letter. They, are all ieagu'd, confed'rate with Guftavus, T h e Abettors of his Treafon. Troll. It fhou'd feem fo : A n d vet it fhou'd not Tell me, Peterfon, Art thou affur'd thy Credit with Guftavus Will anfwer to a Truft like this ? - H*Je%rJYes, well affur'd : My Zeal appeared too W a r m ~ s L n r • • T o give the lealt cold Colour for Sufpicion. Troll. I fear, m y Friend, I fear he has o'er-reach'd Dividend conquer, is the Sum of Politics. Beyond the dreaded Circle of his Sword, Gu/lavus triumphs in an ample Genius * H e walks at large, fees clear and wide around him; Calm in the Storm and Turbulence of Adion j H e ponders on the laft Event of Things, And makes each Caufe fubfervient to the Oonfe-quence. Ghrift. You over-rate his Craft; they're falfe, my Trollio, Paifecyry Swede of them j I read their Souls. / fhe Deliverer of his Country. 63 SCENE HI. Enter Criftina and Mariana. Criftina. I heard it was your royal Pieafurc, Sir, I ihou'd attend your Highnefs. Chrift. Yes, Criftina, But tiufincfs interferes. 455 r4 S C E N E VL Enter an Officer. Officer. „T., My fovereign Liege ! Wide o'er the Weftern Shelving of yon Hill, W e think, tho' indiftin&ly, w e can fpy, Like M e n in Motion mulVring on the Heath - And there is one who faith he can difcern, wlCW.u Txarrtiaa.1 G e f t a r e> and bright Arms, W ^ '," y ^ bend their A6Uoa. Lhnft. Friends, perhaps For Foes it were too darm< *g- |