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Show 4 the FAIR PENITENT. Had cift f ff his white Age to Want and Wretchedncfs, And make their Court to F ^ i o n by his Ruin. Alt. O h ! g^at Sciolto! oh my more than father! Letmeuotlive, hutat that very N a me M y eager Heart fprings up, and 1 ea :h Joy. m e n Korgot thrift vift Debt I owe rhee; Forget! (bu 'tis impofiIb!e) then let m e % Forg-t the Ufe and Privilege ot R e fori, Be dri ven from the Commerce of Mankind, T o winder in the Dcfart among Brutes, T o beir the-various Fury oi the Seafons, ^ T h e M :sht's unwholcfome Dew, and Noon-day s Heat, Tc be the Scorn of Earth, and Curfe ofHcav'n HOT So open, fo unbounded wife his Goodneis, Tt rwh'd even me, becaufe I was thy Fnend. W h e n that great M a n I lov'd, thy. noble Father IkqufatV'd thy gentle Sifter to thyArms His laft devr Pledge and Legacy of tnendihip, Tbst bappv Tve made m e Jc/o/ro's Son; Hecaffd u U i i and, with a Parent's Fondncfs, S u t a M us in his Wealth, blefs'd us with Plenty, HeaVd all our Cares, and fweeten'd Love itftli "/> By Heav'n, he found m y Fortunes fo abandon^ That nothing but a Miracle could raife 'em; M y Father'/Bounty, and the State's ngrat^de, Had ftripp'd him bare, nor left him e en a Grave, Undone myfelt, and finking with his Ruin, I hid no Wealth to bring, nothing to fuccour hi*, But fruitiefs Tears. Hor. let what thou couldft thou &f> And didft liktf a Son; when his hard Creditors, Urg'd and affiM b Y Logo's J*i****,, (Foe to thy Houfe, and Rival of their Greatnds) By Sentence of the cruel Law, forbid His venerable Corps to reft in Earth, . T h o u gav'ft t'iyl>lf a Ranfotn for his Bones, W v * Pity uncommon, didft give up M c) •J^fhopeful Uouth to Slaves, who, ne C k n e w N Sour, unrelemdrg, M o m y-lovmg V ^ . W h o laugh at H u m a n Nature and Forgone , ^ ft FAIR PENITENT. J a 2 , ijw Fiends, the Faaors of Deftruaion. g * £ S B the f l M Aft approved ir, UeJn./ro's Bounty be its Proxy, T bl^AvfilW Virtue with Abundance. . J But fee! he comes, the Author of m y Happmeft, The Man who fav'd my Life from deadly Sorrow, Who bids my Days be blefr with Prace and Plenty, And fatisfies my Soul with Love and Beauty. Enter Sciolto, he runs to Altament, and embraces him. Jci. Joy to thte, Altamont! Joy to my fell! Toy to this happy Morn that makes thee mine, That kindly grants what Nature had denyM me, And makes meFattur of a Son like thee. Alt. M y Father! oh let m e unhde my Brea. Pour out the Fulnefs of my Soul before you, Shew ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought This wond'rous Gooch\e(s irirs. But \is impofllble, And Utterance all it vil?>, fince I can only Swear you reign here, but never rel! how much. Sci. It is enough; I know thee, thou art honeft; Goodnefs innate, and Worth hereditary, Are in thy Mind; thy noble Father's Virtues Spring frefhly forth, and bloffom in thy Youth. Alt. Thus Heav'n, from nothing, rais'd b/s fairCrci- And then, with wond'rous Joy, b?held its Beauty, (tion, Well pleas'd to fee the Excellence he gave. $ci Oh noble Youth ! 1 fwear, (ince firft I knew thee, Ev'n from that Day of Sorrows when 1 faw thee, Adorn'd and lovely in thy filial Tears, The Mourner and Redeemer of thy Father, 1 fet true down, and feal'd thee for my own : Thou art my Son, ev'n near me as Caiifiai Horatio and Lavima too ?re mine: [Embraces Her. All are my Children, and /hall fhare mv Heart; But wherefore wafte we thus this happy Dav ? lne laughing Minutes fummen thee to Joy, And with new Pleafures court thee as they pafs; hy waiting Bride ev'n chides thee for delaying, And fwear* thou com'ft not with a Bridegroom'. Hafte. A 3 Alt. |