Within the portal as I kept my watch, ANGUS. A band of rebels, glean'd from the defeat Quick, lead me to the place Alarm'd, I strove but strove, alas! in vain. Foul treason is at work! CATTAN. It were not good [Attempts to stab Angus, who wrests the ANGUS. Ha, perfidious slave! What means this base attempt?-Thou shalt not 'scape. To the sad scene, ere I could force my way, ANGUS. Illustrious victims!-O disastrous fate! Upon thy friendly arm-Yet, O retire! DUNBAR. Must I then wander, A pensive shade, along the dreary vale, And groan for ever under thy reproach! ELEONORA. Ah no, thou faithful youth! shall I repay A while forbear, pale minister of Fate, ELEONORA. That thus our hopes, Which blossom'd num'rous as the flow'ry spring, Are nipp'd untimely, ere the sun of joy Matured them into fruit, repine not, youth.Life hath its various seasons, as the year; And after clust'ring autumn-but I faintSupport me nearer-in rich harvest's rear Bleak winter must have lagg'd.-Oh! now I feel The leaden hand of Death lie heavy on me.Thine image swims before my straining eye.-And now it disappears.-Speak-bid adieu To the lost Eleonora.-Not a word! -Not one farewel!-Alas! that dismal groan Is eloquent distress!-Celestial powers, Protect my father, show'r upon his DUNBAR. Oh! [Dies. The day will soon appear!-Day shall not thrice The monument of treason. ATHOL. Empty threat! Fate hath foretold that Athol shall be crown'd. ANGUS. Then Hell hath cheated thee.-Thou shalt be An iron crown intensely hot shall gird [crown'dThy hoary temples; while the shouting crowd Acclaims thee king of traitors. ATHOL. Lakes of fire! Ha! said'st thou, lord!-a glowing iron crown Ye sceptres, diadems, and rolling trains [dreams PP Of idle superstition, that ensnare Th' ambitious soul to wickedness and woe! Curse on thy virtue, which hath overthrown My elevated hopes! and may despair Descend in pestilence on all mankind! ANGUS. Thy curse just Heav'n retorts upon thyself! [Exit guard with the prisoners. PROLOGUE TO THE REPRISAL, SPOKEN BY MR. HAVARD. An ancient sage, when Death approach'd his bed, Thus authors, tott ring on the brink of fate, Here Justice seems from her straight line to vary, So pleads our culprit in his own defence, A stout Hibernian, and ferocious Scot, What heart will fail to glow, what eye to brighten, Such game our fathers play'd in days of yore, When Edward's banners fann'd the Gallic shore; When Howard's arm Eliza's vengeance hurl'd, And Drake diffus'd her fame around the world: Still shall that god-like flame your bosoms fire, The gen'rous son shall emulate the sire; Her ancient splendour England shall maintain, O'er distant realms extend her genial reign, And rise th' unrival'd empress of the main, SONG FROM THE REPRISAL. YE Swains of the Shannon, fair Sheelah is goue, Ye swains of the Shannon, fair Sheelah is gone, Ochone my dear jewel; Why was you so cruel Amidst my companions to leave me alone? Tho' Teague shut the casement in Bally-clough hall; [hall; Tho' Teague shut the casement in Bally-clough In the dark she was groping, And found it wide open; Och! the devil himself could not stand such a fall. In beholding your charms, 1 can see them no more, In beholding your charms, I can see them no more, If you're dead do but own it; Then you'll hear me bemoan it; For in loud lamentations your fate I'll deplore. Devil curse this occasion with tumults and strife! Devil curse this occasion with tumults and strife! O! the month of November, She'll have cause to remember, As a black letter day all the days of her life. With a rope I could catch the dear creature I've lost! [lost! With a rope I could catch the dear creature I've But, without a dismission, I'd lose my commission, And be hang'd with disgrace for deserting my post. SONG FROM THE SAME. I will freely describe the wretch I despise, [guise, A wit without sense, without fancy a beau, As a vulture rapacious, in falsehood a fox, In a word, to sum up all his talents together, SONG FROM THE SAME. LET the nymph still avoid, and be deaf to the swain Who in transports of passion affects to complain; For his rage, not his love, in that frenzy is shown; And the blast that blows loudest is soon o'erblown. But the shepherd whom Cupid has pierc'd to the heart Will submissive adore, and rejoice in the smart; Or in plaintive soft murmurs, his bosom-felt woe Like the smooth gliding current of rivers will flow, Tho' silent his tongue, he will plead with his eyes, And his heart own your sway in a tribute of sighs; But, when he accosts you in meadow or grove, His tale is all tenderness, rapture, and love. SONG FROM THE SAME. BEHOLD! my brave Britons, the fair springing While British oak beneath us rolls, Our canvas and cares to the winds we display, While British oak, &c. The streamers of France at a distance appear! We must mind other music than catches; Man our quarters, and handle our matches; Our cannon produce, and for battle prepare. CHORUS. While British oak, &c. While British oak beneath us rolls, Ye wits above, restrain your awful thunder: Safe from your shot he fears no other foe, The bravest chiefs, ev'n Hannibal and Cato, [Looking round the house. And hollow groans portend the approaching storm: Should the descending show'rs of hail redouble, [To the gal. And these rough billows hiss, and boil, and bubble, [To the pit. He'll lanch no more on such fell seas of trouble. EPILOGUE TO THE REPRISAL, SPOKEN BY MISS MACKLIN. AYE-now I can with pleasure look around, His gallantry, so confident and eager, tartar. Yet soft our author's fate you must decree: Shall he come safe to port or sink at sea? Your sentence, sweet or bitter, soft or sore, Floats his frail bark, or runs it bump ashore. ADVICE: A SATIRE, POET, FRIEND. РОЕТ. ENOUGH, enough; all this we knew before; Not Cope fly swifter, lashing for his life; FRIEND. Exert your talents; Nature, ever kind, A general famous for an expeditious retreat, though not quite so deliberate as that of the ten thousand Greeks from Persia; having unfortunately forgot to bring his army along with him. Aluding to the philosophical contempt which this great personage manifested for the sensual delights of the stomach. |