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Aro. Those are the Danes that witness to my For them Gustavus weeps not; though my eyes shame!

Were far less dear, for them I will not weep.Gust. Perish the opprobrious term! Not so, But, () great parent, when I think on thee ! Arvida;

Thy numberless, thy nameless, shameful infamies,
Myself will be the guardian of thy fame; My widowed country! Sweden! when I think
Trust me, I will.–Our friends approach.-0 Upon thy desolation, spite of rage
clear,

And vengeance, that would choak them-
While I attend thein, clear that cloud, my brother, will flow !
That sits upon the morning of thy youth !

And. O, they are villains, every Dane of them, It hangs too near the heart of thy Gustavus. Practised to stab and smile-to stab the babe

[Exit. That smiles upon them! Aro. Of thy Gustavus ! O wretch, wretch, Arn. What accursed hours cursed wretch!

Roll o'er those wretches, who, to fiends like these, What is this time and place, and toys of circum- In their dear liberty, have bartered more stance,

Than worlds will rate for? That wind our actions so, as Heaven's own hand Gust. O Liberty! Heaven's choice prerogative! What's done may not unravel?—Pardon may!- True bond of law, thou social soul of property, There's the Lethean sweet, the snow of Heaven, Thou breath of reason, life of life itself! New blanching o'er the negro front of guilt, For thee the valiant bleed! O sacred Liberty ! That, to the eye of mercy, all appears

Winged from the suininer's snare, from flatterFair as the unwritten page-yet, self-convict,

ing ruin, Though Heaven's free power should pardon, Like the bold stork you seek the wintery shore, where's my peace?

Leave courts, and pomps, and palaces, to slaves, Thus, thus to be driven out from my own breast ! Cleave to the cold, and rest upon the storm! To have no shed, no sheltering nook at home, Upborn by thee, my soul disdained the terms To take reflection in ! How looks the wretch Of empire-offered at the hands of tyrants ! Whose heart cries Villain' to itself? I'll not With thee, I sought this favourite svil; with thee, Endure its battery-Something must be done, These favourite sons I sought~thy sons, O Liberty! Of high import, e'er night, that I may sleep, For, even amid the wilds of life, you lead them, Or wake for ever!

Lift their low rafted cottage to the clouds,

Smile o'er their heaths, and from their mountain Enter Gustavus, followed by the Dalecarlians,

tops ANDERSON, ARNOLDUS, SIVARD, Officers, 8c. Beam glory to the nations ! 1st Dale. Let us all see him !

All. Liberty ! Liberty! 2d Dale. Yes, and hear him too.

Gust. Are ye not marked, ye men of Dalecar. 3d Dale. Let us be sure 'tis he himself. 4th Dale. Our general.

Are ye not marked, by all the circling world, 5th Dale. And we will fight while weapons can As the great stake, the last effort for liberty? be found.

Say, is it not your wealth, the thirst, the food, 6th Dale. Or hands to wield them.

The scope, and bright ambition, of your souls? 7th Dale. Get on the bank, Gustavus. Why else bave you, and your renowned forefaAnd. Do, my lord.

thers, Gust. My countrymen !

From the proud summit of their glittering thrones 1st Dale. Ho! hear him!

Cast down the nightiest of your lawful kings, 2d Dale. Peace!

That dared the bold infringement? What, but 3d Dale. Peace !

liberty, 4th Dale. Peace!

Through the famed course of thirteen hundred Gust. Amazement, I perceive, hath filled your years, hearts,

Aloof hath held invasion from your bills, And joy, for that your lost Gustavus, 'scaped, And sanctified their shade ?--And will ye, will ye Through wounds, imprisonments, and chains, and Shrink from the hopes of the expecting world, deaths,

Bid your high honours stoop to foreign insult, Thus sudden, thus unlooked for, stands before ye! And, in one hour, give up to infamy As one escaped from cruel lands I come, The barvest of a thousand years

of glory? From hearts that ne'er knew pity; dark and 1st Dale. No! vengeful !

2d Dule. Never, never! Who quaff the tears of orphans, bathe in blood, 3d Dale. Perish all first! And know no music but the groans of Sweden! 4th Dale. Die all! Yet, not for that my sister's early innocence, Gust. Yes, die by piecemeal ! And mother's age, now grind beneath captivity; Leave not a limb o'er which a Dane may triNor that one bloody, one remorseless hour,

umph! Swept my great sire, and kindred, from my side; Now, from my soul, I joy, I joy, my friends, Vol. I.

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lia,

To see ye feared; to see that even your foes 3d Dale. On ! lead us on, Gustavus ! one word Do justice to your valour!—There ihey be,

more The power of kingdoms, summed in yonder host, Is but delay of conquest. Yet kept aloof, yet trembling to assail ye! Gust. Take your wish. And, O! when I look round, and see you here, He, who wants arms, may grapple with the foe, Of number short, but prevalent in virtue, Ind so be furnished. You, most poble Anderson, My heart swells high, and burns for the encoun- Divide our powers, and, with the famed Olaus, ter:

Take the left rout.--You, Eric, great in arms! True courage but from opposition grows; With the renowned Nederbi, hold the right, And what are fitty, what a thousand slaves, And skirt the forest down; then wheel at once, Matched to the sinew of a single arm,

Confessed to view, and close upon the vale: That strikes for liberty ?- That strikes to save Myself, and my most valiant cousin here, His fields from fire, his infants from the sword, The invincible Arvida, gallant Sivard, His couch from lust, his daughters from pollu- Arnoldus, and these hundred hardy veterans, tion,

Will pour directly on, and lead the onset. And his large boncurs from eternal infamy? Joy, joy, I see confessed from every eye! What, doubt we then? Shall we, shall we stand Your limbs tread vigorous, and your breasts beat here,

high! Till motives, that might warm an ague's frost, Thin though our ranks, though scanty be our And nerve the coward's arm, shall poorly serve bands, To wake us to resistance? Let us on !

Bold are our hearts, and nervous are our hands! O, yes, I read your lovely fierce impatience; With us, truth, justice, fame, and freedom close, You shall not be withheld; we will rush on them. Each, singly, equal to an host of foes. This is, indeed, to triumph, where we hold ( feel, I feel them fill me out for fight, Three kingdoms in our toil! Is it not glorious, They lift my limbs as feathered Hermes light! Thus to appal the bold, mect force with fury, Or, like the bird of glory, towering high, And push yon torrent back, till every wave Thunder within his grasp, and lightning in his Flee to its fountain ?

eye!

[Ereunt.

ACT IV.

sion;

sure.

SCENE I.—Before the camp.

And to the spur unspeedy: They who boast it

Are traitors, rivals of their king, my Trollio, Enter CRISTJERN, TROLLIO, and Attendants.

And, wanting other subjects, greatly dare Crist. Your observation's just; I see it, Trollio: To lord it o'er themselves. Such is Gustavus, Men are machines, with alĩ their boasted free-If yet he bem dom;

And such Arvida was; though now, I trust, Their movements turn upon some favourite pas- lc is too far advanced in our designs

To think of a retreat.
Let art but find the latent foible out,

Troll. Impossible!
We touch the spring, and wind them at our plea- Already has he leaped the guilty mound,

That might appal his virtue; for the world Troll. Let Ileaven spy out for virtue, and then lle dare not now look back; where shame purstarve it!

sues,
But vice and frailty are the statesman's quarry, And cuts ofi' all retreat.
The objects of our search, and of our science;
Marked by our smiles, and cherished by our

Enter Gentleman Usher and PETERSON, u ko

kneels.
bounty.
'Tis hence, you lord it o'er

your
servile senates ;

Gent. My liege, lord Peterson.
How low the slaves will stoop to gorge their lusts, Crist. Rise to our trust, most worthy Peterson,
When aptly baited ! even the tongues of patriots Rise to our friendship: By my head I swear,
(Those sons of clamour) oft relax the nerve Bar but our Trollio here, there's not a Swede,
Within the warmth of favour.

Who holds thy valued level in our heart !
Crist. How else should kings subsist? For what For thou’rt unshaken, though thy nation swerve;

is
power,

Faithful among the faithless.
But the nice conduct of another's weakness? Peter. What I am
That thing called virtue is the bane of govern- Let this inform your majesty. [Gives a pacquet.
ment,

Troll. A pacquet?
A libel on the state, that asks suppression; Whence had you that, my friend !
It has a hateful and unbending quality;

Peter. Even from the hands
It serves no end, still restive to the rein, Of the once great Gustavus.

Crist. Then you have seen him? Tell me, tell, Divide and conquer, is the sum of politics. me, Peterson;

Beyond the dreaded circle of his sword, What said he? Eh! How looked the mighty Gustavus triumphs in an ainple genius; rebel?

He walks at large, sees clear and wide around His means, bis scope, the pride of his presump- him; tion

Calm in the storm and turbulence of action; Give me the whole!

Ile ponders on the last event of things, Peter. Last night, my gracious lord,

And makes each cause subservient to the conseWhile yet I held your messenger in conference,

quence. Arrived, who brought a letter from Gustavus, Crist. You over-rate his craft; they're false, Wherein, digesting many flagrant terms

my Trollio, Of mutinous import against the state

False every Swede of them; I read their souls. Of your high dignity, by morning light

Enter CRISTINA and MARIANA. He prayed me to attend him; boasting much Of plenteous hopes, and means of boldest enter- Cristina. I heard it was your royal pleasure, prize.

sir, Of this I gave you notice; and ere dawn

I should attend your highness. Set out for fresh intelligence--I came;

Crist. Yes, Cristina, I saw him shrunk, that glory of the north, But business interferes.

[Ereunt. Soiled with the vileness of a slave's attire; Where in the depth and darkness of the mines,

Enter an Officer. For six long months he hath not seen the sun. Offi. My sovereign liege! Colleagued with circling horrors, hourly toil

Wide o’er the western shelving of yon hill, Hath been his watch, and penury his earning; We think, though indistinctly, we can spy But, like the lion, newly broke from bonds, Like men in motion mustering on the heath; The mingling passions from his eyes dart glory; And there is one who saith he can discern Pride lifts his stature, and his opening front

A few of martial gesture, and bright arms, Still looks dominion.

Who this way bend their action. Crist. Who were his adherents?

Crist. Friends, perhaps; Peter. The traitor Anderson, and a few friends, For foes it were too daring-Ilaste thee, Trollio, To whom, ere I set out, he stood revealed. Detach a thousand of our Danish horse And when I seemed to question on his powers

To rule their motions-We will out ourself, Of rivalship, the props whereon he meant And hold our powers in readiness-Lead on. To lift contention to the princely front

Exeunt. Of such high opposition; he replied,

SCENE II. His powers were near your person.

Enter CRISTINA and MARIANA. Crist. How! what's here? (Looks on the pacquet.

Mar. Ha! did you mark, my princess, did To Laurens, Aland, Ilaquin, and Roderic ! Confusion! Treason's in our camp! Who's there? Should some reverse, some wondrous whirl of Gent. My liege!

fate Crist. Bear this to Norbi- -Bid him seize Once more return Gustavus to the battle,

[Gives a signet. New nerve his arm, and wreath his brow with The Swedish captains.

conquest; Troll. Might I but presume

Say, would you not repent that e'er you saved Crist. I will not be controuled-bid him seize This dreadful man, the foe of your great race; all,

Who pours impetuous in his country's cause Soldiers and chiefs! by hell, there's not a Swede, To spoil you of a kingdom? But lurks an instrument to prompt rebellion, Cristina. No, my friend. And plots upon my life! Look there, 'tis evi- Had I to death, or bondage, sold my sire, dent :

[Gives Trollio a letter. Or had Gustavus on our native realms They are all leagued, confederate with Gustavus, Made hostile inroad, then, my Mariana ! The abettors of his treason.

Had I then saved him from the stroke of justice, Trol. It should seem so :

I should not cease my suit to Heaven for pardon. And yet it should not- -Tell me, Peterson, But if, though in a foe, to reverence virtue, Art thou assured thy credit with Gustavus Withstand oppression, rescue injured innocence, Will answer to a trust like this? Ha! Say. Step boldly in betwixt my sire and guilt, Peter. Yes, well assured: my zeal appeared and save iny king, my father, from dishonour; too warm

If this be sin, I have shook hands with penitence. To give the least cold colour for suspicion. First, perish crowns, dominion, all the shine Troll. I fear, my friend, I fear he has o'er- And transience of this world, ere guilt shall serve reached you.

To buy the vain incumbrance.

you mark?

Mar. Do not think

With gallant shew your thousand Danes rode I meant, my princess, to arraign your virtues,

forth, Howe'er I seemed to question on the conse- But shall return no more! I marked for action, quence.

A band of desperate resolutes rush on them, Cristina. The consequence of virtue must Scarce numbering to a tenth, and in mid way be good:

They closed; the shock was dreadful, nor your It must. Though it should prove my father's lot, Danes In being rescued from one act of guilt,

Could bear the madding charge; a while they To lose the whole of all his wide dominions,

stood; He were a gainer-Blasted be that royalty, Then shrunk, and broke, and turned When, Which nurder must make sure, and crimes in- lo, behind, glorious !

Fast wheeling from the right and left, there The bulk of kingdoms, nay, the world is light,

poured, When guilt weighs opposite-0 would to Hea- Who intercepted their return, and, caught ven,

Within the toil, they perished. The loss of empire would restore his innocence, Crist. 'Tis Gustavus ! Restore the fortunes, and the precious lives No mortal else, not Ammon's boasted son, Of thousands, fallen the victiins of ambition ! Not Cæsar would have dared it. Tell me, say,

What numbers in the whole may they amount to? Enter LAERTES.

Offi. About five thousand. Ha! Laertes! most welcome! well--and have Crist. And no more? you! say, Laertes

Offi. No more,
Laer. O royal maid!

That yet appear.
Cristina. Thy looks are doubtful- -Speak, Crist. We count six times their sum.
Why art thuu silent- Does he live?

Haste, soldier, take a trumpet, tell Gustavus Laer. He does.

We have of terms to ofler, and would treat But death ere night must fill a long account ; Touching his mother's ransom; say, her death, The camp, the country's in confusion : War Suspended by our grace, but waits his answer. And changes ride upon the hour, that hastes

Erit Officer. To intercept my tongue_1 else could tell Madam, it should well suit with your authority, Of virtues hitherto beyond my ken;

{To Augusta. Courage, to which the lion stoops his crest, To check this frenzy in your son-look to it, Yet grafted upon qualities as soft

Or by the saints this hour's your last of life! As a rocked infant's meekness; such as tempts, Aug. Come, my Gustava, come, my little cap Against my faith, my country, and allegiance,

tive! To wish thee speed, Gustavus.

We shall be free; our tyrant is grown kind; Cristina. Then you found him.

And for these chains that hind thy pretty arms, Luer. I did : and warned him, but in vain; for The golden cherubim shall lend thee wings, death

And thou shalt mount amid the smiling choir To him appeared more grateful than to find Of little heavenly songsters, like thyself, His friend's dishonour.

All robed in innocence. Cristina. Give me the manner-quick-soft, Gustava. Will you go, mother? good Laertes !

Aug. So help me, mercy! Yes, I'll go, my

child; Enter CRISTIERN, Trollio, Peterson, And I will give thee to thy father's fondness, Danes, 8c.

And to the arms of all thy royal race Crist. Damned, double traitor! O cursed, In Heaven; who sit on thrones, with loves, and joys, false Arvida!

And pleasures smiling round. Guard well the Swedish prisoners, bind them Crest. Is this my answer? hard

Come forth, ye ministers of death, come forth ! Stand to your arms— -Bring forth the captives Enter Ruffians, who seize Augusta and Gustaza. there!

Pluck them asunder! We shall prove you, lady! Enter AUGUSTA and Gustava guarded.

'Tis my damned Jot, thus ever to be crossed Troll. My liege

With rank blown pride, and insolence eternal. Crist. Away! I'll hear no more of politics; Gustuva. O mother, take me, take me from Fortuge! we will not trust the changeling more;

these men ! But wear her girt upon our armed loins, They fright me with their looks. Or pointed in our grasp.

Aug. Alas, my child, I cannot take thee from

them. Enter an Officer.

Gustava. O, they will hurt me: can't you tak Off. The foe's at hand.

me, nother

Aug. They can't, they cannot hurt you, my Too narrow for thy claim. But if thou think'st Gustava.

That crowns are vilely properties, like coin, Fear not, my little one! your name should be To be the means, the specialty of lust, A charm o'er cowardice, for you are called And sensual attribution-If thou think'st, After your valiant brother; he'll disown you, That empire is of titled birth, or blood; He will not love you, if you fear, Gustava. That nature, in the proud behalf of one, Cristina. Ah ! I can hold no longer. Royal | Shall disenfranchise all her lordly race, sir,

And bow her general issue to the yoke Thus on my knees, and lower, lower still- Of private domination—then, thou proud one, Crist. My child! What mean you ?

Here know me for thy king—ilowe'er be told, Cristina. O my gracious father!

Not claim bereditary, not the trust Kill, kill me rather-let me perish first,

Of frank election; But do not stain the sanctity of kings

Not even the high anointing hand of Heaven With the sweet blood of helpless innocence ; Can authorize oppression; give a law Do not, my father ! Spare the little orphans, For lawless power; ,wed faith to violation; And let the lambs go free!

On reason build misrule, or justly bind Aug. Ha! who art thou ?

Allegiance to injustice-Tyranny
That look'st so like the inhabitants of Heaven, Absolves all faith ; and who invades our rights,
Like mercy sent upon the morning's blush, Howe'er his own commence, can never be

To glad the heart, and cheer a gloomy world But an usurper-But for thee, for thee
With light ’uill now unknown?

There is no name !--thou hast abjured mankind; Crist. Away, they come.

Dashed safety from thy bleak unsocial side, I'll hear no more of your ill-timed petitions. And waged wild war with universal nature ! Cristina. O yet for pity!

Crist. Licentious traitor! thou canst talk it. Crist. I will none on't leave me !

largely; Pity! it is the infant fool of nature :

Who made thee umpire of the rights of kings, Tear off her hold, and bear her to her tent. And power, prime attribute? As on thy tongue (Exeunt Cristina, Mar. Laer, and attendants. The poise of battle lay, and arms, of force,

To throw defiance in the front of duty.
Enter an Officer.

Look round, unruly boy! thy battle comes Offi. My liege, Gustavus, though with much re- Like raw, disjointed must'ring; feeble wrath! luctance,

A war of waters borne against the rock
Consents to one hour's truce. His soldiers rest Of our firm continent, to fume, and chafe,
Upon their arms, and, followed by a few, And shiver in the toil.
He comes to know your terms.

Gust. Mistaken man!
Crist. I see, fall back-

I come, empowered and strengthened in thy weakStand firm-Be ready, slaves, and, on the word, Plunge deep your daggers in their bosoms. For though the structure of a tyrant's throne

[Points to Augusta. Rise on the necks of half the suffering world,

Fear trembles in the cement: Prayers and tears, Enter Gustavus, ARVIDA, ANDERSON, ARNOL- And secret curses, sap its mouldering base, DUS, SIVARD, 8c.

And steal the pillars of allegiance from it; Hold!

Then, let a single arm but dare the sway, Gust. Ha! it is, it is my mother!

Headlong it turns, and drives upon destruction. Crist. Tell me, Gustavus, tell me why is this? Troll. Profane, and alien to the love of heaven! That, as a stream diverted from the banks Art thou still hardened to the wrath divine, Of smooth obedience, thou hast drawn those men That hangs o'er thy rebellion ?--Know'st thou not Upon a dry unchannelled enterprize

Thou art at enmity with grace? Cast out, To turn their inundation ?-Are the lives

Made an anathema, a curse enrolled Of my misguided people held so light,

Among the faithful, thou and thy adherents That thus thou’dst push them on the keen rebuke Shorn from our holy church, and offered up Of guarded majesty; where justice waits, As sacred to damnation? All awful, and resistless to assert

Gust. Yes, I know, The imperious rights, the sanctitude of kings, When such as thou, with sacrilegious hand, And blast rebellion?

Seize on the apostolic key of heaven, Gust. Justice ! Sanctitude!

It then becomes a tool for crafty knaves And rights ! O patience! Rights! What rights, To shut out virtue, and unfold those gates, thou tyrant?

That heaven itself had barred against the lusts Yes, if perdition be the rule of power;

Of avarice and ambition. Soft, and sweet, If wrongs give right; O then, supreme in mis- As looks of charity, or voice of lambs chief!

That bleat upon the morning, are the words Thou wert the lord, the monarch of the world ! Of christian ineckness! Mission all divine !

ness.

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