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Show 334 TAeFM* 0/CAPUA. With that clear Spirit, in m y Country's C a u f e_ S U . May be it had been better for us all. T m l fs no time for long Confeffions. If you have done amifs, amend it n o w : And by the brave Example of your Death, Co-reft the Influence of an ill-focnt Life. Tac I've found this eafie, honeft way to Death ; T h e only way* m y Friends, to vanquim Rome, T o rob her Confuls of their Triumph here, And bear our feh*f the Palm of Viftory. \A Servant ibhifers Pacuvms, and gives him tk P, that Junius left behind him. Mag. I thank the Gods I have liv'd long enough, T o all the reasonable Ends of Lite : LivM to m y Friends, m y Country, and my Fame; Have glutted Nature with Satiety, Tir'd all her various Appetites of Change. And 'twould be an unmannerly Return, For m y good Cheer, and welcome of the Feaft, W h e n I have fat it out, to grudge to rife. ' Bio W e are all ready n o w to take our Leave. Mae But one W o r d more, and then I go with you! 6 [They fuflort wh tik Tac She's Innocent, and well provided tor. Mag. The Dead live after in the Memory O f thofe alive, fo to be handed down, Thro' all the Ages of Pofterity. As Triers of their F a m e ; abhorr d, or lov d, According to their Good, or 111, in Lite. Tac. 1 would be mention'd only tn my Death. Mag. Let it be faid of us, w e would hived,* T o lave our Country ; fin* w e could not that, Nothing could tempt us to furvive its Fate. M o w lay us gently down. 7 & Enter aMejfenger. Vib What i« thy N e w s ? mff. Our Gar J a r e open'd to the Eoemy: And Cafuans nu more. Bio. Would it were fo. Better be nothing than be miferable, The F A T E ofQ APUA. 33? fac Thou com'ft too late to do us good, or harm, By any N e w s that thou car.ft brin^ us now. Mag. I P"y our poor Ftiend* that ftay behind. Our Mi -ds are going to their native Home. And for the earthy Part foe. lJve taken care. When w e are honourably laid in Death, y\v Clients have their Orders to beftow Our Bodies on a Funeral Pile, that's rais'd On purpofe, to preferve our laft Remains. Mag. 'Tis well, n o w kindle it, and w e fhall mount Up to the Skies in the afpUing Flame, And live Immortal in a glorious N a m e . [Diesl E P I L O G U E , Written by Col. Codrington^ and Spoken by Mrs. Barry. POETS fine Titles for them felves may find : I think 'em the Fool-mongers of Mankind. The charitable 'Quacks indeed pretend, Thej trade in Fools, only thofe Fools to mend. let they wou'd fcarce the naufeous Task endure, But that, like Bedlam Doctors, they are fure To get, by fhowing Fools they cannot cure. laual in this, all Flap mufl be confeft ; Tool is the fav'rite Difh of the whole Feaft. h 'Farce, the mis a Fool, or Fool's a Wit. In Comedy, the Beau pretends a right. ButTragick Writers ftill agree to plot Ihe greateft Heroe, for the greateft Sot. Our Bard t" indulge your Tafte with vaft delight, Serv'd up a Senate full of Took to Night: Seme buftled hard for Hannibal, and fome iWm'd venture all the Brains they had for R o m e. j" Thm |