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And equal Beauty mighthavefillidhec Arms?

Lyc. Hippolitus, (in diſtant Scythia born, 1 The warlike 4mazog, Camillas Sen,, ph *Till our Queens Marriage, was unknown to Crete; C And ſure the Queen cou'd wiſh him ſtill unknown: 4 She loaths, deteſts him, flys his hated Preſence, 5

Crat. Well may ſhe hate the Prince ſhe needs muſt fear; 1901935005 i doe, 3 He may diſpute the Crown with Phedras Son.

His Courage charms the Men, his Form the Women;

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Neiglis ou the Hills, and dares the angry Lion; - * Jo join the ſtruggling Courſers to his Chariot, To make their ſtubborn Necks the Rein obey, a To turn, to ſtop, or ſtretch along the Plain. Now the Queen's fick there's Danger in his Courage, Be ready with your Guards, I fear Hipolitur. VVV Fear him 1. for what? poor ſilly virtuous Wretch, Affecting Glory and contemning Pow'r: | Warm without Pride, without Ambition brave; Aſenſcleſs Hero, fit to be a Tool _ ban th To thoſe whoſe Godlike Souls are turn'd for Empire. An open honeſt Fool, that loves and hates; And yet more Fool to own it. He hates Flatterers, He hates me too; weak Boy, to make a Foe _ Where he might have a Slave. I hate him too, Bur cringe, and flatter , fawn , adore, yet hate him. Let the Queen live or dye the Prince muſt fall, -

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What! ſtill attending on the Queen, 1/mena? Ocharming Virgin! Ocxalted Virtue ! Can ſtill your Goodneſs conquer all your Wrongs ? Are you not robb d of your Athenuian Crown? Was not your Royal Father Pallas ſlain, And all his wretched Race by conqu' ring Theſeus? And do you ſtill watch o'er his Conſort Phedra , And ſtill repay ſuch Cruelty with Love? © Im. Let them be cruel that delight in Miſchief, Tm of a ſofter Mould, poor. Phedras Sorrows _ Pierce thro' my yielding Heart and wound my Soul. Lyc. Now thrice the riſing Sun has chear'd the World Foot toe Since ſhe renew'd her Strength with due Refreſh- ment; | | Thrice has the Night brought eaſe to Man, to beats | | ince

* PpHE DRA AND Since wretched ha tra elos d her ſtreaming _

She flies all Reſt, all neceſſary Food, Reſolv d to die, nor capable to live,

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Are incoherent, wild; her Words desjointed : Sometimes ſhe raves for Muſick Light and ir; Nor Air, nor Light, nor Muſick calm her Pains; Then wich extatick ſtrengeh ſhe ſprings aloft ,

And moves and bounds with Vigour notheriown.

Tye. Then Life is on the Wing, then moſt ſhe ſinks

When moſt ſhe ſeems reviv'd. Like boiling Water

That foams and hifleso'er thecrackling Wood,

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bad. Stay, Vir ins, ſtay Pl reſt my weary Steps! Hon My Strength forſakes me, and my dazled Eyes

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away, Let's to the Woods, and Lawns, and Limpid Streams, Phad. Come, let's away, and thou moſt * Diana,

Goddeſs of Woods „ immortal, chaſt Diana, © Goddeſs preſiding o'er the rapid Race, Place me, O place me in the duſty Ring, here youthful Charioteers contend for Glory: dee how they mount and ſhake the flowing Reins $ See from the Goal the fiery Courfers bound! No they ſtrain panting up the ſteepy Hill, Now ſweep along its top, now neigh alon the Vale; How the Car ratiles! how its kindling Wheels Smoak in the Whir)! The circling rele aſcends, And on in the noble Duſt thejCharior's loſt,

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He may be doom'd to Chains, to Shame, to Death, ; While proud Hippolitus ſhall: mount his Throne, Phæd. O Heavens! Lyc, Ha! Phedra, are ou che at this ts of Phed. Rr Wretch ! w at Name was that „ Thye. And does his Name provoke your juſt Reſent - „ are t. 0ST... | Then let i raiſe your Fear, as well as Rage: T} Think ou youwrong'd him , to his Facher wrong In, Think how you drove him hence a wandring Exile II J0o diſtant Climes, then think what certain Vengeance 1) His Rage may wreak on your unhappy Orphan Sti For his ſake — renew your drooping Spirits; Feed with new Oil the waſting Lamp of Life, wh That winks and trembles, now, juſt now expiring So g Make haſte, preſer ve your Life. ED 1 Pbæd. Alas! too long, I Rair Too long have I pteſerv d that guiſty Life. Tyc. Guilty! what Guilt, © has on, bs horri Afi; - Murther ; And Imbru d your Hands Init Phæd. Alas * my Hands ay guilds. | Com You Oh my Heart's defil d. be; I've ſaid too much, forbear the reſt, my Tycon, Com and let me die to ſave the black Confeſſion. Com - Lyc. Die then, but not alone; old faithful Ly: Com Shall be a Victim to your cruel Silence. | wil For t. us no oe & o 8 Ws 1 4.

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Or do you think Im far gone in Guilt, That T cati fee; can bear the Looks, che Eyes Ofone who knows my blackdeteſted Crimes PR Ofone who knows that Phadraloves her 80 05 5 c. Unhappy Queen! Auguſt, unhappy Race! Ob vhy did Theſeus touch this fatal Shore? 1 WII) did he fave us from Nicanders Arms, 1 T6 ring worſe Ruin on us by his Love? 5 Phe4.” His Loye indeed, for that unhappy Hout In which tlie Priefts j join 4 Theſeu Hand to mine TY Shew'd the too Scythian to my dazled Eyes. MME: we FhowTthook I whatboiling Heat inflam d 4 Wan; , i ©

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His kindling Cheeks with Purple Beauties glow'd, is lovely, ſparkling Eyes ſhot martial Fires, Oh Godlike Form! Oh Extaſie and Tranſport! y"Bfearlf'grew' Thorr , my beating Heart ſprung

upward - . nd-Jeap'd and bounded in my heaving Boſom. las, I'm pleas'd, the horrid Story charms me,

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Phed. Did I not 1 ſttive, All- ſeeing pow rs, Did I not weep and pray, implore your Aid? Burnt Clouds of Incenſe on your loaded Altars? Oh! I call'd Heaven and Earth to my Aſſiſtance, All the ambitious Thirſt of Fame and Empire,

And all the honeſt Pride of conſcious Virtues 1

I ſtruggl'd, rav'd; the new -· horn Paſſion reign'd e i in its Birth.

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Phad. Avert ſuch Crimes ye pow 5 No, to avoid his Love I fought his Hatred;

Crete, I ſent him, drove him from my longing f iht: In vain I drove him, for his Tyrant Form Reign d in my Heart, and dwelt before my Eyes. _ Ipray'd, the very Vows - I made to Heaven, were by my erring Tongue Spoke to Hippolitus, If I try'drofleep, - Straight to my drowzy Eyes my reſtleſs Fancy Brought back his fatal Form, and curſt my ſlumber Lyc.: Firſt let me try to melt him into Love. Phad. No; did his hapleſs Paſſion equal mine I wou'd refule the Bliſs I moſt deſir d Conſult my Fame and ſacrifice my Lifſe. Yes, Iwou'd die, Heaven knows, this very Moment

L.yc. Perhaps that Lord, that Husband is no moi He went from Crete in baſte his Army thin, To meet the numerous Troops of fierce Molaſſians;

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Enter Meſſenger. ell. Madam, I grieve to tell you What you muſt know , your Royal Husband's dead. Pbed. Dead! oh ye Pow'rs! _ 42h, e Dye: Oe Ent? IThen Earth-born Cycon may aſcend the Throne, Leave to his happy Son the Crown of Jove,, And be ador'd like him. | Aſide.] Mourn , mourn ye Cretan, . dince heis dead whoſe Valour ſav'd your Iſle, hoſe prudent Care with flowing Plenty crown'd is peaceful Subjects; as your tow' ring Ida, ith ſpreading Oaks, and with deſcending Streams, Phades andenriches all the Plains below. ß. day how he dy d.

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Then rouze your Soul: and muſter al your Charm, Sooth his ambitious Mind with Thirft of Empire, And all his tender Thoughts With ſoft Allurements. Pbæd. But ſhou d the Youth' refuſe my CY Love! O ſhou'd he throw me from his loathing Arms z 67 I fear the Trial; I know HippοjƷZͤ tft Fierce in the Right, and obſtinatzly Good: TE” When round beſet, his Virtũe like a Nabe | Breaks with reſiſtleſs Force th oppoſing Dams, And bears the Mounds along; they're hurty d on; And ſwell the Torrent they were rais'd to ſtop. I dare not yet reſolve, III try to live, And to the awful Gods TIl leave the reſt. Zyc.' Madam, your Signet, chat your Slaye my order 4 What's moſt expedient for Your Royal Service,” ! Phad. Take it , and with it take che Fate d Phædra: And thou, OVenus, aid a ſuppliant Qucen, That owns thy Triumphs, and adores th d O ſpare thy Captives, and ſubdue thy. Pos, 1 27 Onthis cold Scythian let thy Pow'r be known, 10 And! in a Lovers Cauſe aſſert . 15 ol

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yeh oft has puniſh'd Perjury and Falſhood ; ' y thund' ring Jave, by Grecian Hercule,

By the Majeftick- Form of Godlike Heroes,

That ſhine around, and conſeerate the Steel;

No Racks, no Shame ſhall ever force it from me. F eee e nn Hin. Ves, tis that Wretch who begs you to diſmil

That hated Object from your Eyes for ever.

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| And1 (che lad Occaſion } moſt of all.

Jet could you know relenting Phadras Soul; — 12 Oh could you think with whar reluctant Grief I wrong'd the Hero, whom I wiſh'd to cheriſh 1 Oh! you'd confeſs me wrerched, not unkind, And own thoſe Ills did moſt deſerve your Pity * Which moſt procur d your Hate. Hip. My Hate to Phadra!”

Ha ! could I hate the Royal Spouſe of Theſeus z My Queen, my Mother? EY

Phag, Why your Queen and Mother? Allhumble Titles my loſt Condition z © Alas 1 the Iron Hafid of Death is on me, And I ha ve only time t implore your Pardon : Ah! would my Lord forget injurious Phedra,

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Would he receive him to his dear Protection, Defend his Youth from all encroaching Foes! - . TH defend him | with my Life defend im! Heavens dart your Judgments on this faithleſs Head IfI don't pay him all a Slaves Obedience J 12 And all a Fathers Love. 8

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Am ] confin'd! and is t ſo ſoon forgot 5 When fierce Procruſtes Arm o'erran your Kingdom When your Streets Echo'd with the Cries of I nar, 5 Your ſhrieking Maids clung round the hallow'(

| Shrine r . When all your Palaces and lofty Towers Smoak'd on the Earth, when the red Sky around Glow d with your Citys Flames ( a dreadful Luſtre); Then, then my Father flew to your Aſſiſtance; Then The ſeus ſav d your Lives, Eſtates and Honours, And do you thus reward the Heros Toil?

And do you now confine the Heros Son?

Lyc. Take not an eaſie ſhort Confinement ill, Which your own Safety and Queens requires; But fear not ought from one that joys ro ſerve you. Hip. O, I diſdain thee, Traitor, but not fear thee, Nor will I hear of Services from Lycon.

Thy very Looks are Lies, eternal Falſhood | Smiles in 410 Lip and flatters in thy Eyes?

Ev'nin thy humble Face I read my Ruin. Inev'ry cringing Bow and e Smile:

Why elſe d you whiſper out your dark Suſpicions Why with malignant Elogies encreſe The Peoples Fears, and praiſe me to my Ruin? Why through the troubl'd Streets of frighred Gnoſſuy Do Bucklers; Helms and poliſh'd Armor blaze? Why ſounds the dreadful Din of inſtant War?

Whilſt ſtill the Foe's unknown.

Dye. Then quit thy Arts. 5 Put off the Sates-man and reſume the Judge. LAſile. Thou Proteus ſhift thy various Forms no more, Bur boldly own the God. ... That Foe's too near;

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The Queens Diſeaſe, and your aſpiring Mind Diſturb all Crete, and give a Looſe to War. Hip. Gods ! dare he ſpeak thus to a Monarchs *

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Ohl can you think that Death is half ſo dreadfſul He As it would be to live, and live without thee?: co Say; ſmould I quit thee, ſhould I turn to Phadra, WM Ny Say ,-could'ſt thou bear it ! Could thy tender Soul WDy Endure the Torment of deſpairing Love, KF / And ſee mè ſettled ima Rivals Arms? 1/m. Think not of me, perhaps my equal mind May learn to beat he Fate the Gods allot me. Vet w uld you hear me, could your loy'd I/tnens With all her Charms o erule your ſullen Honour, Lou yet might live, nor leave the poor Iſnena-. Hip. Speak, if I can, I'm ready toobey.. 1/m. Give the Queen hopes. 115% yol Hi. No more.. my Soul diſdains it, Noe; ſhould I try, my haughty Soul would (well; Sharpen each Word, and threaten in my Eyes. O! ſhouk4Fſtoop to cringe, to lye, forſwear, Deſerve the Rui which I ſtrive coſhun? 1mm. O, I can't bear this cold Contemptof Death! This rigid Vertue that prefers your Glorx/ To Liberty or Life. O cruel Man! ! By theſe ſad Sighs, by theſe poor ſtreaming Eyes,

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Fv'n bloody Lycon will prevent 8 Fate; Ihcon ſhall wrench the Dagger from your Boſom 3 Ind raving Phaura will preſerve Iſmena. TI

In. Bbedra Come on, I'Il lead you on to Ill telk her all the Secrets of our Lo Vãy e,, Give to her Rage her cloſe deſtructive Rival! Her Rival ſure Will fall, her Love may ſave jou. Come ſee me labour in the Pangs of Death, _ My agonizing Limbs, my dying Eyes. b Dying, yet fixt in Death on my Hippolirus.

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In. Not yet decided! Did not Cycon tell us How he proteſted, ſigh' d, and look d, and vow'd; How the ſoft Paſſion languiſh'd in his Eyes?

les, yes, he loves, he doats on Phedras Charms. Now, now he claſps her to his panting Breaſt, Now he de vours her with his eager Eyes, Now graſps her Hands, and now he looks, and yows | The dear falſe things that charm'd the poor 1/mena. He comes; be ſtill, my Heart, the Tyrant comes, Charming, tho' falſe, and lovely in his Guilt.

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And altthy56 peaceful Days with ſure Repoſes" - May'it thou be bleſt withTovelyPhe4ras Chart, And for thy eaſe forget the lott Iſmeni. EYES: Farewell, » Hippolitus. As Tie "Hip. 11/mena ay | Stay; hear me ſpeak, or by th infernal Powers III not ſurvive the Minute you depart. Jin. What would youſay? Ah! don't deceive my Weakneſs. Hip. Deceive thee! Why, lſmens, do you wrong me? Why doubt my Faith? O lovely, cruel Maid: Why wound my tender Soul with harſh Suſpicion! Oh! by thofe charming Eyes, by thy dear Love, I ncither thought nor ſpoke, defign'd nor Promis Jo love, or wed the Queen. Im. Speak on, my Lord, My koneſt'Soiit inclines me tobelicye thee 3

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My gen rous Soul diſdainꝰd the mean Deceit,

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Wild wich her Fears, and mad with jealouſie;

Tor ſtill chat Fear that Jealoufic was Love.

Haſte then, my Lord, and fave your ſelf by Flight; And when you're abſent, hen your God - like Forma Shall ceaſe to chear forlorn Iſinenas Eyes, Then let each Day, each Hour, each Minute bring

Some kind Remembrance of your conſtant Love:

Speak of your Health, your Fortune, and your Friends, for ſure thoſe Friends ſhall have my tender ſt wiſhes} peak much of all but of thy dear, drar Love,

peak much, ſpeak very much, and ſtill ſpœak vn.

Hp. Oh i thy dear Love ſhall ever be my Theme, Of chat alone Ill talk the live long Day⸗ʒ But thus EIItalk, thus dwelling in thy Eyes, Taſting the Odours of thy fragrant Boſom - + Come then to crown me with immortal Joys, Come, be the kind Companion of my Flight,

| Come haſte with meto leave this fatal Shore.

The Bark before prepar d for my Departure Expects its Freight; a hundred luſty Rowers

Have bar'd their ſinewy Arms, and call'd Hippolitus;

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And tremble till you go, but dye till ou return.

Nay I could go; ye Gods, if I ſhould go, What would Fame ſay ? If I ſhould fly alone With a young lovely Prince that charm'd my Soul? Hip. Say you did well to fly a certain Ruin, To fly the Fury of a Queen incens d. To crown with endleſs Joys the Youth that lo vd you, O! by the Joys our mutual Loves have brought,

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Come fly from hence and make him ever happy. I/m. Hide me, ye Pow'rs; I never ſhall reſiſt. Hip. Will you refuſe me? Can I leave behind me

All that inſpires my Soul and chears my Eyes

Will you not go? Then here Ill wait my Doom,

Come, raving Phadra, bloody Lycon come;

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Since tis no longer my Iſinenas Care.

Im. O! haſte away, my Lord, I go, Ifly- Thro* all the Dangers of the boiſt*rous Deep. When the Wind whiſtles thro' the crackling Maſts, When thro' the_yawning Ship the foaming Sea

Rowls-bubblingin; then, then Ill claſp theefaſt,

And in tranſporting Love forget my Fear. Oh! I will wander thro' the Schtbian Gloom,

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Thou ſhalt alone ſupply che diſtant Sun, And chear my gazing Eyes, and warm my Heart.

Hip. Come, let's away, and like another Jaſon Ill bear my beauteous Conqueſt thro' the Seas: A greater Treaſure and a nobler Prize Than he from Colchos bore. Sleep, — 3 in Peace Ye Monſters of the Woods, on Idas top decurely roam; no more my early Horn Sal wake the lazy Day. Tranſporting Love Reigns in my Heart, and makes me all its own.

So vyhen bright Venus yielded up her Charms, The bleſt. Adonis languiſſit in her Arm; His idle Horn on fra rant Mirtles hung,

His Arrows ſcatter d; and his Bow unſtrung: Obſcure in Coverts ye his dreaming Hounds, And bay the fancy'd Boar with feeble Sounds, For nobler Sports he quits the Savage Fields > And al _ Heroe ro the Lover yields.

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You wiſh it ſo,; poorgablold ds you within, 5 The fertile Province of /Gy4awa's thinqm | Is there ought elſe ? Has happy ha dra ought | In the wide Circle of her far ſtretch d Empire? Ask, take, my Friend, ſecure of no Repullſe? D- Let ſpacious Cretethro all her hundred Cities : Reſound her PhedrasJoy.. Let Altars ſmoak, Wl... And richeſt Gums, and Spice, and Incenſe roll 65 Their fragrant Wreaths ro Heav'n, to pitying Heav'n oy Which gives Hippolitus to Phadras Arms: c 8 Set all at large, and bid the loathſom Dungeons 1. Give up the meagre Slaves that pine in Darkneſs, f And waſte in Grief, as did deſpairing Phedra: Wh Let them be chear'd , letitheftarv'd Priſoners riot, 7 And glow with gen ' rous Wine : Let Sorrow ceaſe, l. Let none be wretched none, 3 Phæ dra nap | But now he comes! and with an equal Paſſion wh Rewards my Flame , and e my Arms. N

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Think of her Vouth, her Innocence, her Virtue;

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Aid me, ye Gods, ſupport my ſinking Glory, - Reſtore my Reaſon, and confirm my Virtue.

Vet, is my Rage unjuſt ? Then why was Pheadra Reſcu'd for Torment, and preferv'd for Pain? Why did you raiſe me to the heighth of Joy,

Above the wreck of Clouds and Storms below, _ Io daſh aud break me on the Ground for ever Im. Was it not time to urge him to Compliance? Atleaſt ro feign it, when perfidious Lycow * Confin'd his Perſon , and conſpir'd his Death, | Phe, Confin'd and doom'd to Death.. . O cruel Ee. 1 e

Cou'd I have doom'd thy Death... Cou'd theſe ſad That lo va thee living e er behold thee dead?

Yet thou coud*ſt ſee me dye without Concern,

Rather than ſavea wretched Queen from Ruin.

Elle cou'd you chuſe to truſt the warring winds , | The ſwelling Waves, the Rocks, the faithleſs Sands, And all the raging Monſters of the Deep! Oh! think you ſee me on the naked Shoar. Think how I ſcream and tear my ſcatter d Hair? break from.th* Embraces of my ſhrieking Maids, - And barrow on the Sand my bleeding Boſom : hen catch with wite ſtrerch'd Arms the empty

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Confeſs the Oceans Queen. For thee alone E The Winds ſhall blow, and the vaſt Ocean roll. Ti For thee alone the fam'd Cyioniun Warriours H

From twanging Eughsſhall ſend their fatal Shafts. O Hip. Then let me march their Leader, not their De „Print mm Yo ASST G4, 10S And at the Head of your renown'd Cydonians, Brandiſh this far fam d Sword of conquꝰt ing Tbeſeus; That I may ſhake th Egyptian Tyrants Lokxe From Aſius Neck, and fix it on his oẽ gm; That willing Nations may obey your Laws, And your bright Anceſtor the Sun may ſnine On noughit but P had rar Empir ow Thad. Why not thine? Doſt thou ſo far deteſt my proffer'd Bed. As to refuſe my Crown ?. . O, cruel Youth! By all the Pain that Wings my tortur d Soul; By all che dear deceitful Hopes you gave me, Ol eaſe, at leaſt once more delude my Sorrows; - For your dear Sake I've loſt my dat ling Honour? For you, but now gave my Soul to Deatn:: For you T'd quit my Crown and ſtoop beneath The happy Bondage of an humble Wife. With thee ld climb the ſteepy Idas ſummer, And in the ſcorching Heat and chilling Dews, O'cr Hills. o'er Vales purſue the ſhaggy Lion;

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HIPPOLIT VOS. 49 Thus fold thee in my Arms: ſuch, ſuch was 1 . 54 2 Hippolitus. When firſt I aw thy Mother, chaſt Camilla; And much ſhe lov'd me... Oh! did Ph Adra vieuẽ me With half that Fondneſs... But ſhe's ſtill unkind; Elſe haſty Joy had brought her to theſe Arms, Io welcome me to Liberty, to Life; : And make chat Life a Bleſſing, Come, my Son, Let us to Phadra, 1 | Hip. Pardon me, my Lord. Theſ. Forget her former Treatment; ſhe's too good E Still co perſiſt in Hatred to my Son. Hip. O ! let me fly from Crete, . . from you, and Phedra. | Aſide] Theſ.” My Son, what means this turn? This ſud den ſtart? | | Why would you fly from Crete, and from your ather ? 5 1 . Hip. Not from my Father, but from lazy Crete; Jo follow Danger , and acquire Renown) | Toquell the Monſters that eſcap'd your Sword, And make the World confeſs me Theſens Son. The /. What can this coldneſs mean? Retire my Son, e N Hippolitus. While Iattend the Queen... What ſhock is this? Why tremble thus my Limbs ? Why faints my Heart? Why am thrill'd with Fear, till now unknown? | Where's now the ſoy, the Extaſie, and Tranſport That warm d my Soul and urg'd me on to Phædra? 0! had I never lov d her I'd been bleſt.

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Draw her to act what moſt her Soul abhors, Poſſeſs her whole, and ſpeak thy ſelf in Phadra. Pha d. on let me looſe 5 why cruet barb ton -- >. _ Maids, : £3 Whyam [ barr*'d from Death, the common Refuge, That ſpreads its hoſpitable Arms for all? Why muſt I drag th inſufferuble Loae Of foul Diſhonour , and deſpairing Love? Oh! length of Pain Aml ſo often dying, Alid yet not dead? Feel I fo oft Deaths Pangs? 4

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Nan 5. Dire but! not your Crown. | Phad, Muſt he too fall, involy'd;in my Defiruc- tion, donly, live to curſe. the Name flair x e , unhappy Babe ! muſt ! bequeath . only a ſad Inheritance of Woe? ?: Gods! cruel Gods cant all my Pains atone, Unleſs they x reach my Infants guiltleſs Heag? Oh loſt Eſtate! when Life's ſo ſharp a Torment, , and Death it ſelf can t gaſe! Aſſiſt me, Lycon „ Miſe, ſpeak Comfort to my Troubled Soul. He. Tis you muſt, drive that Trouble from your oul ; As Streams 0 dam'd forge their ancient Cur- ren And 1 rin gar at their Banks in other Channels flow ; do muſt you 5 your Thoughts from e

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En he ſhall tell the Fault himſelf inſpir d;

And more to blacken will excule your Folly;

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Still wet with Tears that flow'd; But not for Theſew)

This Tongue fo us'd to found another Name ?

What ! take him to my Arms, oh awful Juno!

Touch, Love, Careſs'him ! while my wand'ring Fancy.

In the chaft Bed? And in the Fathers Arms,

Oh horrid Thought / oh execrable Inceſt /

kv'nin the Fathers Arms embrace the Son?

_ Lye, Yeryou muſt ſee him, leaſt impatient Love

Shou d urge his Temper to too nice aſearch, _

Andill-tim'd Abſence ſhould diſcloſe your Crime, Pbad. Cou'd 1 when preſent to his awful Eyes

Conceal the wild Diſorders of my Soul? j

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Betraythee, Pha dra ! then thou · rt not betray d:

Live, live ſecure, adoring Crete conceals thee;

Thy pious Love, and molt endearing Goodnets |

Oh wretched Pbe4ra! oh ill -guarded Secret ! 1

To Foes plone diſclos's ! F FE nyc. I needs muſt for "I

Spight of their Oaths , their Vows, their Imprec ; l tions, | Phæd. Do [mprecations „Oaths, or Vows ay,

I too have ſworn, ev'n at the Altar worn Eternal Love and endleſs Faith to Theſeus; And yet am falſe , forſworn ; the hailow'd Shrine, That heard me ſwear, is Witneſs to my Falſhood; M The Youth , the very Author of my Crimes, 5

The fatal Eloquence that charm'd my Soul

Shall la viſh all its Art to my Deſtruction. Lyc. Oh he will tell it all., Deſtruction ſeize in

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HIPPOL 11 Us. 53 falle Tears ſhall wet his unrelenting Eyes, and his glad Heart with artful Sighs ſhall heave: Then Theſeus ,... How will Indignation ſwell lis wighty Heart? How his majeſtick Frame will ſhake with Rage too fierce , too ſwift for vent? How he'll expoſe you to the publick Scorn, © © And loathing Crowds ſhall murmur our their Horror, Then the fiefce Sryrbrian,,, Now methinks I ſee His fiery Eyes with ſullen Pleaſures glow, Survey your Tortures, and inſult your Pangs; [ee him, ſmiling on the pleas'd Iſmena, point out with Scorn the once proud Tyrant Phe dra. Pbad. Curſt be his Name ! may Infamy attend him; SIR e May ſwift Deſtruction fall upen his Head, Hurl'd by the Hand of thoſe he moſt adores.

He. By Heaven, prophetick Truth inſpires your Me | Lb dra + nor 0k | | He ſhall endure the Shame he means to give;

And all the Tormenrs which he beaps on you, ich juſt Revenge ſhall Theſeus turn on him. Phed, Ist poſſible ? Oh Zycon! oh my Refuge! Oh good old Man! thou Oracle of Wiſdom, Declare the means that Phædra may adore thee. Lyc. Accuſe him firſt, it Pbæd. Oh Heavens! accuſe the guiltleſs? He. Then be accus'd; let Theſeus know your Crime; 5 | BY laſting Infamy o'erwhelm your Glory; etyour Foe triumph , 2nd your Infant fall... Whake off this idle Lethargy of Pity , ich ready War prevent th invading Foe , ſeſer ve your Glory, and ſecure your Vengeance: de yours the fruit, Security, and Eaſe; | The Guilt, the Danger, and the labour mine. had. Heav'ns, The ſeus comes /

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By all your Love, by all her Sorrows ſtay. _ Theſ. Where lies the Danger ? Wherefore ſhould I

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Renew the galling Image of her Wrongs,

Reviveher Sorrow, Indignation , Shame

And all your Son wou'd ſtrike her from your Eyes. Theſ. My Son... But he's too good, too brave

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That Fright that ſeiz'd him at the Name of Phedra. Lyc.Was he ſurpriz'd? that ſhow'd at leaſt Remorle.

s Theſ. Remorſe! for what? By Heav'ns my trou- , bled Thoughts 1 . Preſage lome dire Attempt. . : Say what Remorſe.

Lyc. I wou'd nat, . Yer I muſt... This you | command; | = This Phedra orders; thrice her faultꝰ ring Tongue bad me unfold the guilty Scene to Theſeus: Thrice with loud Cries recall'd me on my way,

And blam'd my Speed, aud chid my raſh Obedience; Leaſt the unwelcome Tale ſhou'd wound your Peace. At laſt, with Looks ſerenely ſad , ſhe cry d;

Go tell it all, but in ſuch artful Words.

Such tender Accents, and ſuch melting Sounds

As may appeaſe his Rage, and move his Pit);

As may incline him to forgive his Son

A grievous Fault, but ſtill a Fault of Love.

Thef. Of Love ! What ſtrange Suſpicions rack

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$$ PDH A DRA AND | He. Sorurg d L muſt declare; yer, pitying Heay'n, Why muſt I peak? Why muſt unwilling Lycou = Acruſe the Prince of impious Love to Vhedra? The/. Love to his Mother! to the Wife of T heſcu. Lyc. Yes, atthe Moment firſt he view'd her Eyes, IEvinat the Altar when you joyn'd your Hands, His eaſie Heart receiv'd the guilty Flame; And from that time he preſt her with his Paſſion, - Theſ. Then twas for this ſhe baniſh'd'/him from

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I thoughtir Hatred all: Ohrighreous Hatred

Forgive me, Heav'n, forgive me, injur'd Phadrs,

That I in ſecret have condemn d thy juſtice. Oh! 'twas all juſt, and Theſes: ſhall revenge,

Evin omhis Son revenge his Phadras Wrongs.

Lyc. | Aſide.] What eaſie Tools are theſe blunt

Eh wo eſt Heroes, | . Who with keen Hunger gorgè the naked Hook, Pre vent the Bait che. Statesmans Art _ And poſt to Ruin. Go, believing Fool,

Go act thy far fam d Juſtice on thy Son, Nexton thy ſelf, and both make way for Eycon.¶ Aſidi. Theſ. Ha; am I ſure ſhe's wrong d? Perhaps 'tis Slave, make it clear, make good your Accuſation,, |

Or treble Fury fhall revenge my Son. EX

_ 1byc, am I chen:doubred ? and can faithful Lyon Be thought to forge ſuch execrable Falſhoods? Gods ! whenthe Queen unwillingly complains,

Can you ſuſpect her Truth > Oh Godlike The ſeus!

Is this the Love you bear unhappy. Phedra? ,

Is this ther hop'dfor Aid? Go wretched Matron

. Sigh to the Winds, and rend th'unpitying Heavens | With thy vain Sorrows; fince relentleſs Theſeus, Thy Hope, —— „Ibeſeus, will not hear thee, , Theſ. Not hear my Phadra | not revenge her

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As when Jove ſpeaks, and High Olympus ſhakes, ud fate his Voice obe ys. T̃5g)5c. Bear witneſs, 'Heav'n, with what Reluctance I produce this Sword, This fatal Proof agamſt th unhappy Prince, Leſt it ſhou'd work your Juſtice to his Ruin, * And prove he aim d at Force, as well as Inceſt. _ Thef. Gods ! *tis IIIuſion all! Is this the Sword By which Procruftes, Scyron, Pallas fell? Is this the Weapon which my darling Son Swore to employ in nought but Acts of Honour? Now, faithful Youth , thou nobly haſt fulfill'd Thy gen'rous Promiſe. Oh miſt injur'd Phedra! | Why did I cruſt to his deceirful Form? Why blame thy Juſtice, or ſulpe& thy Truth? : Lyc. Had you this Morn beheld his ardent Eyes, Seen his Arm lockt in her diſhevel'd Hair, That Weapon glitt'ring o'er her trembling Boſom. , Whilſt ſhe with ſcreams refus d his impious Love, Entreating Death, and riſing tothe Wound. Oh! had you ſeen her when the frighted Youth Retir'd at your Approach; had you thenſeen her, In the chaſt Tranſpotts of becoming Fury , Seize on the Sword to pierce her guiltlefs Boſom , Had you ſeen this, you cou d not doubt her Truth. Thef. Oh impious Monſter!Ohforgive me Pheara! And may the Gods inſpire my injur d Soul | With equal Vengeance that may ſuit his Crimes, He. For ' Pha4ras ſake Fiber to talk of Ven-

geance; | 5 | That wf hne Pains wou'd wound her render Breaſt: Send him away from Crete, and by his Abſence Give Pha dra Quierz and afford him Mercy. | . Theſ, Mercy for what! Oh! well has he rewarded Poor Phedras Merry, .. Oh moſt barb'ruus * ! | 0

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To wrong ſuch Beauty, and inſult ſuch Goodneſs. Mercy! what's that? A Vertue coin'd by Villains; Who praiſe the Weakneſs which ſupports their

ee a 1 = Be mute, and fly, leſt when my Rage is rous'd,

Thou for thy ſelf in vain implore my Mercy.

Lyc. | Aſide.] Dull fool, I haugh at Mercy more than thou doſt , CV More than I do the Juſtice thou'rt ſo fond of. Now come, young Heroe, to thy Fathers Arms, Receive the due Reward of haughty Virtue Now boaft thy Race, and laugh at Earth. born . Lycon, © | ; [Extt,

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Enter Hippolitus.

Thef. Yet can it be..., Is this th' inceſtuous Villain? How great his Preſence, how erect his Look, How ev'ry Grace, how all his vertuous Mother Shines in his Face, and charms me from his Eyes.

Oh Neptune! Oh, great Founder of our Race! Why was he fram'd with ſuch a Godlike Look:? Why wears he not ſome molt dereſted Form, Baleful to fight, as horrible to Thought,

That I might act my Juſtice without Grief,

Puniſh the Villain, not regret the Son? | Hip. May I preſume to ask what ſecrer Care Broods in your Breaſt, and clouds your royal Biow?

Why dart your awful Eyes thoſe angry Beams, And fright Hippolitus, they us'd to cheat? The/. Anſwer me firſt ; when call'd to wait on Pheadra, 1 ̃

What ſudden Fear ſurpriz d your troubl'd Soul?

Why did your ebbing Blood forſake your Cheeks? Why did you haſten from your Fathers Arms Jo ſhun the Queen your Duty bids you pleaſe ? Hip. My Lord, to pleaſe the Queen I'm forc'd to i ſhun her, F Nannen And

Was half ſo ſhocking to my n as thou.

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And keep this hated Object from her ſight.

Theſ., Say what's the Cauſe of her invet' rate Hatred?

u. My Lord, as yet I never gave her Cauſe.

Theſ. Oh were it ſo! LAſi de] When laſt did you

attend her?

Hig. When laſt attend her.. Oh unhappy Queen! Your Exror's known , yer Idifdainto wrong you; Or to betray a Fault my ſelf have caus d. ¶ Aſide. When laſt attend Ber Pim *

Theſ. Anſwer me directly; Nor dare to trifle with your Fathers Rage.

Hip. My Lord, this very, Morn 1 ſaw the Queen.

Theſ. What paſt ? Hip. Laskd Permiſſion to retire. Theſ. And was thar an?! Hip. My Lord, I humbly beg

| With the moſt low Submiſſions; ask no more.

Theſ. Vet you don't anſwer with Py low Sub- miſſions. Anſwer ; 15 or never hope to ſee me more.

Hip. Too much he knows , I fear, withour wy | telling; And the poor Queen 5 betray d and loſt for ever. DLAſide. © Theſ” He changes „Gods! and faulters at the Queſtion:

His Fears » bis Words , , his Looks declare him

aiuilty. Lide.

Hip, why do you frown , my Lord ? why turn awa

As from one loathſome Monſter, not your Son?

Thef. onde boy art that Monſter, and no more m

| Not one of hole of the moſthorrid Form,

Of which my Hand haseas'd the burthen UEarth, „ .

Hip. Where am I, Gods. ? Is that my Father Am Iawake? Am I Hippolrius? _ * Thef. Thouartthat Fiend, thou art Hippolitut. Thou art 1. Oh fall! Oh fatal Stain to Honour! How had my vain Imagination form d thee? Brave as Alcides, and as Mmos juit :

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Sometimes it led methro*' the Maze of War ; There it ſurvey'd thee ranging thro the Field, Mowing down Troops, and dealing out Deſtruction: Sometimes with wholſom Laws reforming States, 1 hk. their happy. Joys with Peace and Plenty, j ; Hip. With all my Fathers Soul inſpird, nt with impatient Thirſt of early Honour,

o hunt thro bloody Fields the "aſe of Glory, And bleſs your Age with Trophies like your own. Gods! bow, that warm'd me! how my throbbing : Jeart |

Leapt to the Image of my Fathers Joy !

When you ſhou d ſtrain me in your folding Arms, And wich kind Raptures, and with ſobbing Joys Commend my Valour, and confeſs your Son, No did, E think my glorious Toyl o er paid? Thengreat indeed, and in my Fathers Love, With more than Conqueſt croun'd? Go on , Hf.

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Oo tread the rugged Paths of daxing Honour;

Practice the ſtricteſt, and auſtereſt Vertue,

And all che rigid Laws of righteous Minas;

The ſeus, thy Father Theſeus wil reward thee.

- Theſ: Remardthes «+. Yes, as Minos wou'd rev Was Minos then thy Pattern? and did Minas,

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Did he inſpire Adultery, Force, and:Inceft.!

Iſmena appears,

Im. Ha! what's this? | LAſide. S 0 ˙ !. Incelt... Tbeſ. Inceſt with Phedra ; with thy Mother 3 omg. 5 ed 1

Hip. This C o unexpected, ſo: amazing, 80 5 , fo 9 1 impoſſible to Thought, 2 57 Stuns my aſtoniſhd Soul, and tyes my Voice.

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Not for this Purpoſe. Oh abandon d Slave! Ohearly Villain! moſt deteſted Coward! With this my Inſtrument of youthful Glory! With this, ... Oh noble Entrance iuto Arms! With this t' invade the ſpotleſs Phedras Honour. Phedra! my Life! my beter half, my Queen: That very Phadra, for whoſe juſt Defence The Gods wou'd claim thy Sword. „ Hip. Amazement! Death! Heav'ns ! Durſt I raiſe the far fam'd Sword of Fheſeas Againſt his Queen, againſt my Mothers Boſom. ns 7 not, declare when, where, and how you | oſt it? 12 How Phedragain'dit? Oh all the Gods ! he's ſilent. Why was it bar d? whoſe Baſom was it aim d at? What meant thy Arm advanc'd, thy glowing Cheeks, Thy Hand, Heart, Eyes? Oh Villain! monſtrous Villain. e | Hip. Is * no Way, no Thought, no Beam of Light, Hh 7 | Noclue de me thro' this gloomy Maze?

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Why was I born with ſuch a Thirſt of Glory?

| Why did this Morning dawn to my Diſhonour ? hy did not pitying Fate with ready Death

Prevent the Guilty Day? | "a Theſ. Guilty indeed. Ey n at the time you heard your Fathers Death, And ſuch a Father (oh immortal Gods!) As held thee dearer than his Life and Glory; When wn ava rend the Skies with clam'rous r | heat thy fad Breaſt, and tear thy ſtarting Hair;

Ihen to my Bed to force your impious way;

With horrid Luſt t' inſult my yet warm Urn;

Make me the Scorn of Hell, and Sport for Fiends. Theſe are the Funꝰ ral Honours paid to The ſeus, Theſe are the Sorrows , theſe the hallow'd Rites, Towhich you'd call your Fathers hoy'ring Spirit.

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With all my Wiles ſubdu d his ſtruggling Heart; 12 d with his Love.

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Againſt her will, Lov'd the fair Iſmena. |

Theſ. Canſt chou be only clear d by Diſobedience, And juſtiſy d by Crimes... What l love my Foce! Love one deſcended from a Race of Tyrans , Whoſe Blood yet reaks on my avenging Sword. Im curſt each Moment I delay thy Fate: Haſte to the Shades, and tell che happy Pa!lnr Tſmenas Flames, and let him taſte ſuch —— ; As thou giv'ſt me; go tell applauding The pious Love you bore his Daughter — ar Tell it the chat'ring Ghoſts, and hiſſing Furies, Tell it thegrinning Fiends, till Hel ſound nothing Tothy pleas' Ears but FEET

Enter Cratander.

Seize him, Cratander , take this guilty Sword, Let his own Hand avenge the Crimes it acted, And bid him die, at leaſt like Theſeu: Son, Take him away, and execute my Orders. 6 Hip. Heav'ns ! how that ſtrikes me ! how " wounds my Soul!

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5 And Fame it ſelf is mute. Nay, even Iſmena,;

Thy own Iſinena 's ſworn to thy Deſtruction.

Bur till, whate'er the cruel Gods defign, In the fame Fate our equal Stars combine, And he that dooms thy Death pronounces mine.

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eee eee n Enter Phædra and Lycon.

i | E 22. Tycon. | | ES your ſelf! Oh! on my Knees I beg you, By all the Gods, recal the fatal Meſſage. Heav'ns! will you ſtand the dreaded Rage of Theſeus And brand your Fame, and work your own Deſtruc: tion /

Pb. By thee I'm branded : and by thee deſtroy q;

Thou Boſom Serpent, thou alluring Fiend : Yet ſhanꝰ t you boalt the Miſeries you cauſe , Nor (cape the Ruin you have brought on all. Tyc. Was it not your Command? Has faithful Lycon | E'er ſpoke, c'cr thought, deſfign'd , contriv'd , « „„ By | Has he done ought without the Queens Conſent ? Phed. Plead'ſt thou Conſent to what thou fil r 10 Was that Conlent? O ſenſeleſs Politician! When adyerſe Paſſions ſtruggl'd in my Breaſt,

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dee his rich Blood in Purple Torrents flow, And Nature ſallies in unbidden Groans; _ Now mortal Pangs diſtort his lovely form, His Roſie Beauties fade, his Starry Eyes Now darkling ſwim, and fix their cloſing Beams, or Nox in ſhort Gaſps his lab' ring Spirit heaves, | And weakly flutters on his fault'ring Tongue; And ſtruggles into Sound, Hear, Monſter bear Wich his laſt Breath he curſes perjur'd hadra: te ſummons Ph Ara to the Bar of Mines: | Thou too ſhalt there appear; to torture thee Whole Hell ſhall be employ' d, and ſuff ring Yhædra Shall find ſome Eaſe to ſee thee ſill more vretehed.

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9 PHADRA AND

Tye. Oh all ye Powers! "Oh Phddret hear ne, | meer me: - By all my Zeal ; by all my anxious Ciress | By thoſt unhappy Crimes I wrought to ſerve you, By theſe old wither'd Limbs, and hoary Hairs , By all my Tears, . Oh Heav'ns! ſhe minds me not, She hears nor my Com 1 Oh nne Lyeen!

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Ha ! hoſts 3 Gods ! my Stats Blood congedls Andall my — » Defigns ,and Words are loſt,

1e Doſt FRE at 1aft dai: 7 ob rt Phedrd At laſt with equal Ardour meet my Vows: _ O dear bought Blefling ! yet PU not complain, Since now' my ſharpeſt Grief is all o erpaid, And only e Joy... Then haſte, my Charmer Ler's feaſt our famiſh'd Souls with amorous Riot, With fierceſt Bliſs atone for our DOuys. 2 85

Whatc can this mean 12 ſo 15 a Deteſtation, q

So ſtrong Abhorrence. . . Speak , engen Te mentor ! |

Was it for this your Santas f11'd my Soul

Wich eager Raptures, and tumultuous 1 ä ; '

HID FOLITVOUS. 71 vn painful Jays, and Agonies of Blifs. | ' Did Forchirobey my Pbadras call, Ut) And fly with crembling haftero meet her Arms > And am I thus receiv d? © cruck Sb Was it for this you roma d my drowzie Soul From the dull Lethargy of hopeleſs Love? And doſt thou only how thoſe beauteuus Eyes 7 To wake Deſpair, andblaft me wich their Beams? all hed. Oh l were that all ro which the Gods have doom'd me! | bois al | Bur angry Heav'n has laid in Store for Fheſcum Such perfect Miſchief, fuch tranſcendent We, Thar the black Image ſhacks my frighzed Soul, And the Words dye on my reluctant Tongue. y Theſ. Fear not to ſpeakit ; that harmoniaus Voice F Will make the ſaddeſt Tale of Sorrow pleafing, by And charm the Grief it brings... Thus let me has it, bus in thy Sight, thus gazing on thoſe Eyes, I can ſupport the utmoſſt Spite of Fate, | And ſtand the Rage of Hearn... Approach, my

Fair. Sa $6; | ?hed. Of, or I fly for ever from thy ſight: WT Shall [ embrace the Father of Hippolirus ? 0 en Theſ. Forget the Villain, drive him from your

Soul. 1 | Phæd. Can I forget? Can I drive frommy Soul? Oh! he will till be preſent to my Eye © His Words will ever echo in my Ears; WH dill wilt he be che Torture of my Days, Jene of my Life, and Ruin of my Glory. The ſ. And mine and all... Oh moſt abandon d Villain! 1 Oh laſting Scandal to our Godlike Race! That cowd contrive a Crime fo foul as Inceſt. Phed. Inceſt! Ohnameirnott ,.. The yery mention ſhakes my inmoſt Soul: The Gods are ſtartled in their peaceful Manſions, - = And

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And Nature ſickens at the ſnocking Sound.

Thou brutal Wretch! thou execrable Monſter!

To break thro all the Laws that early flo“

From untaught Reaſon, and e bag Man;

Mix like the ſenſeleſs Herd with beſtial Luſt,

Mother and Son prepoſteroully wicked;

To baniſh from thy Soul the Reverence due

To Honour, Nature, and the genial Bed,

And injure one ſo great, ſo good as Theſeas. Theſ. To injure one ſo great, ſo good as Phedra;

Oh Slave ro wrong ſuch Purity as thine,

Such dazling Brightneſs, ſuch exalted Vertue. Phad. Vertue! all-ſceing Gods, you know my Vertue. ME

Muſt I ſupport all this? O righteous Heav'n !

Can't I yet ſpeak? Reproach I could have born,

Pointed his Satyrs, Stings, andedg'd his Rage:

But to be prais d. Now, Minos, I defy thee; Ev'n all thy dreadful Magazines of Pains,

Stones, Furies, Wheels are ſligbt to what ] ſuffer,

7 Tbeſ. What's Hell tother? What Crimes couldſt thou commit ? or what Re. achse i .

Cou'd Innocence ſo pure as pbadras fear? O chou'rt the chaſteſt Matron of thy Sex,

The faireſt Pattern ofexcelling Vertue; | Our lateſt Annals ſhall record thy Glory. The Maids Example, and the Matrons Theme; Each skilful Artiſt ſhall expreſs thy Form,

In animated Gold.. The threatning Sword

Shall hang for ever o'er thy ſnowy Boſom; f Such Heav'nly Beauty on thy Face ſhall bloom, As ſhall aimoſt excuſe the Villains Crime; Bur yet that Firmneſs, that unſhaken Vertue,

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HIPPOLIT US. 73 With joyful Cryes, and endleſs Acclamations: And when aſpiring Bards, in daring ſtrains Shall raiſe ſome Heav'nly Matron to the Pow'rs, They'll ſay ſhe's Great, ſhe's True, ſhe's Chaſt as „ | Phæd. This might have been. But now, oh Ken © ns 9. 15 . Now, as I paſs, the crouded way ſhall ſound With hiſſing Scorn, and murm'ring Deteſtation: The lateſt Annals ſhall record my Shame; | And when th'avenging Muſe with pointed Rage

| Wou'd fink ſome impious Woman down to Hell,

She'll ſay ſhe's Falſe, ſhe's Baſe, ſhe's Foul as Phadra. _ Theſ. Hadſt thou been foul, had horrid Violation Caſt any Stains on Purity like thine , |

They're waſh'dalready in the Villains Blood;

The very Sword, his Inſtrument of Horror.

Ere this time drench'd in his inceſtuous Heart,

Has donethee Juſtice, and aveng'd the Crimes

Heus d it to perform. | |

Enter Meſſenger.

1 1 _ Mefſ. Alas! my Lord, Fre this the Prince is dead... I ſaw Cratander Give him a Sword... Iſaw him boldly take it, Rear it on high, and point it to his Breaſt ; 1 With ſteady Hands, and with diſdainful Looks, As one that fear'd not Death, but ſcorn d to dye. And not in Battle. A loud Clamour followd:

| And all ſurrounding Soldiers hid from my Sight,

But all pronounc'd him Dead. of] _ Phad. Is he then Dead? Theſ, Yes, yes, he's dead, and dead by my Com- mand; 1 1 | 11 1 And in this dreadful Act of mournful Juſtice , I'm more renown'd than in my dear bought Lawrels. | = 5 F bed.

76 PHADRA AND — Then thou'rt renown'd Ow? O

happy Theſeus!

Oh! only worthy of the Love of Pha dra Haſte then, let's joyn our well · met Hands together; Unite for eyer, and defie the Gods To ſhe w a pair ſo eminently wrerched, -

Theſ. Wretched! for what ? for what the wal

| muſt praiſe me, For what the Nations ſhall adore my Juſtice,

A Villains Death? had. Amal a Villa} Oh! he was all his Godlike Sire cou d with, The Pride of Theſes, and the Hopes of Crete, Not did the bra veſt of his Godlike Race Tread with ſuch ear _ Hopes the Paths ofblomens, The/. What can this mean? Declare, ambiguou Phadra;

Say whence ike ſhifting Guſts of claſhing Ra Why are thy doubtful Speeches dark and troubl'd, As Cretan Seas when vext by warring Winds? Why is a Villain, with alternate Paſſion, Accusꝰ'd and prais d, deteſted and deplor d:? Pbæd. Canſt thou notgueſs? ... | Canſt thou not read it in my furious Paſſions?

In all the wild Diforders of my Soul? Couꝰ dſt thou nor fee it in the noble varmib That urg'd the daring Youth to Acts of Honour? Cou'dft thou not find it in the gewrous Truth, Which ſparkl d in his Eyes, and open d in his Face? Cou'dſt nor perceive it in the chaſt Reſerve? | In every Word and Look, each Godlike Act,

Cou' dſt thou not ſee Hippolitus was guiltleſs? |

' Phef. Guiltleſs! Oh all ye Gods! what can thi mean?

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| And with enſharing Wiles deſtroy d that Vertue

Itry'd in vain to ſhake, A, 4 OT I Fbeſ. Ishetbenguileleſs ? Guiltleſs ! Then what art thou? and oh juſt Heay'n! What a detefted Parricide is Zheſens? p Phad. What am I? what indeed! but one more in} black e wan Earth, or Hell e' er bore. O horrid Mixture Of Crimes, and Woes, of Parricide and Inceſt, Perjury , Murther; to arm the erring Father ö Againſt the guiltleſs Son. O impious Lycon ! ous In what a Hell of Woes thy Arts have plung'd me. Tbeſ. Lycon I Here, Guards, . Oh moſt N aVbandond Villain! n | Secure him, ſeize him, drag him Piece -Meal

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_ Diſpleaſure ? | | Theſ. Who can it be, ye Gods, but perjur d Zycom? Who can inſpire ſuch Storms of Rage, but Cyron? Where has my Sword left one ſo black, but Lyron 2 where! wretched Theſens! in thy Bed and Heart, The very darling of my Soul and Eyes Ohbeauteous Fiend ! bur truſt nor to thy Form. Lou too, my Son was fair, your manly Beauties hs Charm'd every Heart (O Heavens 1) To your Deſ- J 5 TT : er · ¶ Jou too were good, your vertuous Soul abhorr'd The Crimes for which you d'yd. Oh impious Pbadra , Inceſtuous Fury ! Execrable Murthereſs | in Is

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= Is there Revenge on Earth, or Pain in Hell, Can Art invent, or boiling Rage ſuggeſt, Ev'n endleſs Torture which thou ſhalt not ſuffer»

Pha d. And is there ought on Earth I wou'd not U—!. nnn!

O] were there Vengeance equal to my Crimes,

Thou needſt not claim it, moſt unhappy Youth,

From any Hands but mine: I avenge thy Fate T court the fierceſt Pains, and ſue for Tortures; And Phedaras Suff rings ſhou'd atone for thine:

Ev'n now I fall a Victim to thy Wrongs ; Ev'n now a fatal Draught works out my Soul, E v'n now it curdles in my ſhrinking Veins The lazy Blood, and freezes at my Heart. L con brought in. | | Tube / Haſt thoueſcap'd my Wrath? het, impiou

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On bee Ill empty all my hoard of Vengeance . And glut my boundleſs Rage.

Tyc. O] Mercy, Mercy, The thou ſhalt find as thy beſt Deeds de.

Such as thy guilty Soul can hope from Theſcus;

Such as thou ſhew'dſtto poor Hiypulitur.

- . Lyc. Ohchain me! whip me! let me be the Scorn

Of1ordid Rabbles, and inſulting Crowds:

Give me but Life , and make that Life moſt wretched,

Phe. Art thou ſo baſe, ſo ſpiritleſs a Slave?

Not ſo the lovely Youth thy Arts have ruin'd. Not fo he bore the Fate to which you doom'd him. ©. Theſe. Ohabject Villain! yet it gives me Joy

To ſee the Fears that ſhake thy guilty Soul , Enhance thy Crimes, and antedate thy Woes; O! how thou' lt how thy fear ful Soul away; While laugbing Crowds ſhall echo to ihy Cries, J

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And make thy Pains their Sport. Haſte henee, away with him a” 'Draghim to all the Torments Earth can furniſh, let him be rackt and gancht, impal'd alive; Then let the mangl'd Monſter, fixt on high, Grin o'er the ſhouting Crowd, and glut their Ven- eance. 2 Ind is this all? and art thou now appeas'd ? will this atone for poor Hinpolitus? 0h ungorg'd Appetite! Oh rav nous Thirſt Of a Sons Blood! What not a Day, a Moment? pbæd. A Day ! a Moment! oh! thou ſhould'ſt hae > + bs | Years, Ages, all the roundofcircling Time, Fre touch d the Life of that conſummat Yourh, Theſ. And yet with Joy I flew to his Deſtruction, Boaſted his Fate and triumph'd in his Ruin. ous Not this I promis'd to his dying Mother, 1 when in her mortal Pangs ſhe ſighing gave me Ihe laſt cold Kiſſes from her trembling Lips, And reach'd her feeble wand ring Hands to mine; rey, hen her laſt Breath now qui v'ring at her Mouth, de · ¶ Implor'd my Goodneſs to her lovely Son; | To her Hippolitus. He, alas! deſcends An early Victim to the lazy Shades; 21 115 Oh Heav'n and Earth ! by Theſeus doom'd,

or deſcends. | | a Fed. He's doom'd by Theſeus , bur accus'd by Dbadra, |

ned, 33 WW)! hedras Madneſs, and by Lycons Hatred. let with my Life expiate my Frenzy,

And dye for thee , my Headlong Rage deſtroy d; bee I purſue, oh great ill fated Youth ! | ur ſue thee ſtill , but now with chaſt Deſires; bee throꝰ the diſmal waſte of gloomy Death; hee thro the glimm'ring Dawn, and purer Day,

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75 PH DRA AND Elyſcan Plains 1 There he and his Iſmene Shall ſport for ever, ſhall for everdrink Immortal Love; while 1 far off ſhall howl In lonely Plains; while all the blackeſt Ghoſts : Shrink — the baleful ſight of one more 'monſtroy ; Aud more accutittban they. X

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I too muſt once more ſee the burning Shoar

Ol livid Acberon and black Cocytus,

Whence no Alcides will releaſe me now. Pbad. Then Avg this Ray ? comeon, let's plung

See Hell ſets wide! its Adamantine Gates,

See thro' the ſable Gates the black Cocytus

In ſmoaky Circles rowls its fiery Waves:

Hear, hear the ſtunning Harmonies of Woe,

Thedinof rat ling Chains, ofclaſhing Whips „

Of Groans, of loud Complaints, of piercing Shrieks

That wide thro'all its gloomy World reſound.

How huge Me —— ! what ſtreaming Fires

Blaze from — reing Eyes! what Serpents cutl

In horrid — and hiſs around her Head!

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Rage choaks his ſtruggling Words: The fatal Urn

Drops from his trembling Hand: O all ye Gods

What, Lycon here ! Oh execrable Villain!

Then am 1 ſtill on Earth? By Hell lam,

A Fury now, a Scourge preſer vd for Cycon;

See the juſt Beings offer to my Lee

That impious Slave. Now, Lycos , for Revenge;

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\uſteach portentous Moment riſe in Crimes, Ind fallying Life go off inParricide? ſben truſt not thy low Drugs. Thus ſure of Death

Thou > Minos, do the reſt, 7 | | Thef. At length ſhe's quiet,

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Then to the Wars; and as the Corybant ines, 7715 Wich clathing Shields, and bray ing Trumpets drown'd The cryes of Infant-Feve. . . III ſtifle Conſcience, And Natures Murmurs inthedin of Arms,

But what are Arms to me? Is he not dead

for whom I fought ? for whom my hoary Age

Glow'd with the boiling Heat of Louth in Battle: How then to drag a wretched Life beneath,

An endleſs round of ſtill returning Woes,

And all the gnawing Pangs of vain Remorſe.

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lycabove all moſtinfinirely wretched,

Iſmena Enters.

[ſmena too.. Nay , then avenging Heay'n

Has venred all its Rage... O wretched Maid!

by doſt thou come to ſwell my raging Grief?

by add to Sorrows, and embitter d Woes?

by do thy mournfiul Eyes upbraid my Guilt 2

by thus recal to my del Soul!

he ſad Remembrance of my God like Son,

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Workof my Life, and Labour of my Soul. For thee alone, my Sorrows lull'd, ſhall ccaſe;

From the relentleſs Hand that doom'd thy Death?

Forbear, chaſt Maid, to wound thy tender Boſom; Oh Heav'n and Earth! ſhou'd ſhe reſolve to die,

Was it for me ſhe'd dye? Oheav'nly Virgin!

to; PRADRA AND Say, where's my Lord? ſay, where has Fatedipoy of

him ?

wy | Tbeſ. Gods! Can I ſpeak? Can l declare his Fate to his I/ſmena? |

Oh lovely Maid 1 Cou'dft thou admit of Comfort Thou ſhouꝰ dſt for ever be my only Care,

Ceaſe for a while to mourn my murther d Son; For thee alone my Sword once more ſhall rage, Reſtore the Crown of which it robb'd your Race: Then let your Grief give way to Thoughts o

{- - -Emparey 705i; W At thy own Athens reign. The happy Crowd Beneath thy eaſie Yoke with Pleafure bow, And think in thee their own Minerva reigns, _ im, Muſt I then reign? Nay , muſt I live without

him? | Not ſo, oh Godlike Youth ! you lov'd T/mena; You, for her ſake, refus'd the Cretan Empire, And yet a nobler Gift, the Royal Pad ra.

Shall I then take a Crown, a guilty Crown ,

Oh ! tis in Death alone I can have eaſe,

And thus I find it. L Offers to ſtab her ſilf

Enter Hippolitus. Hip. O forbear Iſinen

And ſnatch all Beauty from the widdow d Earth? Was it for me, ye Gods, ſhe'd fall a Victim?

See, ſee thy own Hippolitus, who liyes,

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„ | Iſm. Hippolitus! Amlalive or dead? Is this Ely/ſjum? 'Tis he, tis all Hrppolzras... Ar't well? Art thou not wounded? | |

7 Theſ. Oh unhop'd for Joy! Stand off, and let me fly into his Arms. 8 Speak, ſay what God, what Miracle preſerv'd thee? Did'ſt thou not ſtrike thy Fathers cruel Preſent, My Sword, into thy Breaſt?

Hip. Taim'd it there

But turn'd it from my ſelf, and ſlew Cratander; _ The Guards, not truſted with his fatal Orders, Granted my Wiſh , and brought me to the King: [fear'd not Death, but cou'd not bear the Thought Of Theſeus Sorrow, and Iſinenas Loſs; Therefore J haſten'd to your Royal Preſence, Here to receive my Doom. 6 Theſ. Be this thy Doom, To live for ever in Iſinenas Arms. +

Go, heav'nly Pair, and with your daz ling Vertues,

Your Courage, Truth, your Innocence and Love, Amaze and charm Mankind; and rule that Empire, For which in vain your Rival Fathers foughit.

Hip. Oh Extaſie of Bliſs / Am] poſſeſs'd at laſt of my 1/mena? ? | | Of that Cœleſtial Maid, oh pirying Gods! _ How ſhall I thank your Bounties for my Suff rings, For all my Pains, and all the Pangs I've born? Since tas to them I owe divine 1/mera ? To them I owe the dear Conſent of Theſeas. Yetthere's a Pain lies heavy on my Heart , For the diſaſtrous Fate of hapleſs Pedra.

Theſ, Deep was her Anguiſh , for the Wrongs ſhe

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Jer Vertues all her own. 1 35 | Jin. Unbappy Para! Was there no other Way, ye pitying Pow rs, No other Way to crown 1/mepas Love? Then muſt Lever mourn her cruel Fate, And in the midſt of my triumphant Joy, Ev'n in my Heros Arms confeſs ſome Sorrow. Theſ. O tender Maid! forbear with ill-tim'd Grief, To damp our Hleſſings and incenſe the Gods; But let's away, and pay kind Heav'n our Thanks For all the Wonders in our Favour wrought ;

That Heav'n, whoſe Mercy reſcu' d erring Theſeus

From exectable Crimes, and endleſs Woes. Then learn from me, ye Kings that rule the World, With equal poize, let ſteddy Juſtice Way, And flagrant Crimes with certain Vengeance pay; ; But till the Proofs are clear the Stroak delay.

Hip. The righteous Gods that Innocence require, Protect the Goodneſs which themſelves inſpire: Unguarded Vertue human Arts defies,

Th Accus d is happy, while th Accuſer dyes.

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Play printed. Authors. prices. Julius Cæſar, with 4. Songs by D.? of B. m, to be ſung Berween | " the Acts. . 0 ty * » 1% Þ . ſ . 6 Macbeth. ö 1 „ Hamlet, Prince of Deumatk. 1 l 8 Moor of TORS VV 0 DE Henry IV. with the Humours eur. 1085 John Falltaff „ reve 8 Merry-Wives of Windſor , withehs: | Amours of Sr. John Falſtaff. VVV The Tempeſt, or Enchanted [ſland. Ie altered by Sr. Will. Davenant &

Mr. Dryden. . * | ® * . 3 The Jew of Venice, altered &im- |

| Fong by Mr. n .v- |File-16. 1008 Aurenge- Zcbe, & TheGreat Mogul, ? by Eg All for Love, or the World well |

elipus: (by ryden & Lee) r The Spaniſh Fryar „ or double dif: 4 Dryden.

covery. 0 „ 8 The Indian Einperor or Conqueſt El

of Mexico. OS The Stare of Inhocence „or Fall of | |

Man. . F » | ly 1.8 Þ 1 6 Don Sebaſtian King of Portuzal. „„ 0 nphitrion , or the tw » Solas, 3 „„ 68-06

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Venice .

Oroonoko. . | þ huts 74 Southerne, 8 Abra- Mule. 5 Trappe. 3

She wou d ifſhe coudd. 8

The Man of Mode, or, Sr. mes Etberege. Flutter, .

The Rehearſal , with a Key. . "IF .of Buck:

The Chances, altered by . .. "— 6

The Old Batchelor. . The Double Dealer. bo Love for Love. 4 | The Way of the World. .. . The Mourning Bride.

Phzdra & Hippolitus. Tf! = gp,

6 The Adventures of Five Hours. Tube. 8 The Plain- Dealer. , g Wicherley. .. þ

Loves Laſt- Shift, or, The Fool in) bi Faſhion. . : " Cibber. The Careleſs Husband. een

The Provoked _ .. „„ Aſop. with Addition of a Second Vanbrug. | Par T. 0 . 0 o 1 . „ * q :

The Funeral, or Griefà la mode. Steel. 6

The Conſtant Couple. . 1 6 The Recruiting Officer. : Farquhar, 6

The Beaux Stratagem.' , . . «6

Theſe 40. Plays make 10 handfom Volumes, vhen bound together: They are alſo ſold E a the prices here mark d. —

Other Blays now printing, or propoſed to be printed, to make this Collection complete,

| rimonof Athens, altered by Shad.) Authors, well. | ling Lear. altered by Tate. | Troilus & Creſſida 5 altered by | Shakeſpear.

Dryden. - | 1d. pr, of K. Henry IV. & Falſtaff. - | | = |

The Maids Tragedy. 1 Philaſter, or Love lies a- bleeding. | | A King & no King. Wt The Scornful Lady. | The bloody Brother, Rollo D. of = Normandy. pee i The Propheteſs, or Hiſtory of Dio- > : cleſian. FPlerfchen. Valentinian, altered by E. of Ro- : cheſter. 5 |

Beaumont

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be Illand Princeſs, altered by N. | | 1 Tate. N 105 |

The Pilgrim, altered by Vanbrug. 2

1 Alchemiſt. The Silent Woman. Vulpone. Catalines Conſpiracy. Bartholomew Fair. Every man in his humor.

F Ben. Johnen |

Love & Honour.

Siege of Rhodes.

Play houſe to be lerr. Ihe man's the Maſter.

es, The Committee. Y Gr, Rob. Ho-

The Indian Oueen | ? ward. ar | b br i W 11 Anthony

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Heroick Love. | The She Gallanes.

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Anthony & Cleopatra. Bellamira, or the Miſtreſs. 8 Sy. Charles

The Mulbery Gatden. Sidley.

Mariage à la mode.

Tyranick Love, or The Royal _

tyr. Dryden.

The Conqueſt of Granada . in 2 1

Cleomenes, the Spartan Hero. *

Don Carlos Prince of Spain,

Hiſt. & Fall of Caius Marius.

The Soldiers Fortune. Ot way,

The Atheiſt , Second Part of Sold. Fortune.

Mithridates K. of Pontus. Sophonisba, Hannibals overthrow. Theodoſius, the Force of Love.

4 Lucius Junius Brutus. 1 8 Lee,

| Rival Queens, Death of Alexander. Cæſar Borgia.

The Ambitious Step · Mother.

Tamerlane. :

The Fair Penitegt. 1 Rohe. 5 Uly ſſes. . 3 f | The Royal Convert.

Granville,

Boadineny Quecn of Brittain, Hop kin. The Female Watrier. 5 .

fatal Friendſhip, p. | 18 Mi. Trotter

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plays to be printed, | 5 a | The Royal Miſchief, " * Ed Manley.

ius & Virginia. 1 2 aſſer ted. | 6 Dennis. Plot & no Plot. 3

The Earl af Eflex » OL the Unhap P ry Banks N

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Darius King of Perfig, | The Married Beau. | 5 Crowne. Sir Courtly Nice. | v3

The Villain, s . . Ke Porter. he Sophy. ff ĩů⸗

he Country Wife. dy 1 The Gentleman Dancing Maſter. c Wicherley. ovein a Wood, or St. James's Park.

Loveina Tub. Þ =» X Etberege.

The Humoriſts. | |

The Virtuoſo, |

te Libertine, 8 Shadwek. plom Wells. |

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Ile Fatal Mariage , or Innocent Soutbern, Adultery.

he Relapſe,

te Falſe Friend.

Je Miſtake. Vunbrug. e Confederacy. The

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The Feign'd Courtezans, or nights) 1 Intrigue. $ Mrs. an The Rover, or baniſh'd Cavalier, J

The Tender Hun band. R „ „

Inconſtant or the Way to Win him. Farquhar,

The Marriage hacer Matched. Love For N , or the boarding. 2 School.

Ci of Kent. Hamſtead Heath. 10 6 Fine Ladys Airs. .

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Ladys Viſiti iting day. * : The Gameſter. Bk RT 4

The Buſy Bode. Vr. Cem The fair Quaker of Deal. | ; Injur'd Love, or The Ladys Satisfaction.

The wifes Relief „or The Husbands cure. Jh

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