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SCENE XIII.

HASAN, CARÁZA, MUSTAPHA, MURZA.

MUSTAPHA TO MURZA.

What plagues, what tortures, are in store for thee,
Thou sluggish idler, dilatory flave !
Behold the model of confummate beauty,
Torn from the mourning earth by thy neglect.

MURZA. Such was the will of Heav'n-A band of Greeks That mark'd my course, suspicious of my purpose, Rush'd out and seiz'd me, thoughtless and unarm’d, Breathless, amaz'd, and on the guarded beach Detain'd me, till Demetrius set me free.

MUSTAPHA.

So sure the fall of greatness rais’d or crimes !
So fix'd the justice of all-conscious Heav'n!

When haughty guilt exults with impious joy;
Mistake fhall blast, or accident destroy ;
Weak man with erring rage may throw the daft,
But Heav'n fhall guide it to the guilty heart:

È PILOGU E.

MARRY a Turk! a haughty, tyrant king!
Who thinks us women born to dress and fing
To please his fancy ! see no other man!
Let him persuade me to it - if he can:
Besides, he has fifty wives, and who can bear
To have the fiftieth part her paltry share?

"Tis true, the fellow's handsome, strait, and tall, But how the devil should he please us all ! My swain is little — true — but, be it known, My pride's to have that little all my own. Men will be ever to their errors blind, Where woman's not allow'd to speak her mind. I swear this Eastern pageantry is nonsense, And for one man-one wife's enough of conscience.

In vain proud man usurps what's woman's due ; For us alone, they honour's paths pursue : Inspir’d by us, they glory's heights ascend Woman the source, the object, and the end. Though wealth, and pow'r, and glory, they receive, These are all trifles to what we can give. For us the statesman labours, hero fights, Bears toilfome days, and wakes long tedious nights; And, when blest peace has filenc'd war's alarms, Receives his full reward in beauty's arms.

VOL. I.

K

PRO.

PRO L O G U E.

SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK, APRÍL 5, 1750,

BEFORE THE MASQUE OF COMU'S.

Acted at DRURY-LANE THEATRE, for the Benefit of

Milton's Grand-daughter *.
YE patriot crowds, who burn for England's fame,
Ye nymphs, whose bosoms beat at Milton's name,
Whose gen’rous zeal, unbought by flatt’ring rhymes,
Shames the mean pensions of Augustan times,
Inmortal patrons of succeeding days,
Attend this prelude of perpetual praise ;
Let wit, condemn'd the feeble war to wage
With close malevolence, or publick rage,
Let study, worn with virtue's fruitless lore,
Behold this theatre, and grieve no more.
This night, distinguish'd by your smiles, shall tell
That never Britain can in vain excel;
The slighted arts futurity shall trust,
And rising ages haften to be just.

At length out mighty bard's victorious lays
Fill the loud voice of universal praise ;
And baffled spite, with hopeless anguish dumb,
Yields to renown the centuries to come ;
With ardent haste each candidate of fame,
Ambitious, catches at his tow'ring name;
He sees, and pitying sees, vain wealth bestow
Those pageant honours which he scorn'd below,
While crowds aloft the laureat bust behold,
Or trace his form on circulating gold.

* See Vol. IX. p. 150.

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Unknown,

Unknown, unheeded, long his offspring lay,
And want hung threat'ning o'er her flow decay.
What though she shine with no Miltonian fire,
No fav’ring Mufe her morning dreams inspire ;
Yet softer elaims the melting heart engage,
Her youth laborious, and her blameless age;
Hers the mild merits of domestic life,
The patient sufferer, and the faithful wife.
Thus, grac'd with humble virtue's native charms,
Her grandfire leaves her in Britannia's arms ;
Secure with

peace, with competence, to dwell,
While tutelary nations guard her cell.
Yours is the charge, ye fair, ye wife, ye brave !
"Tis
yours to crown desert - beyond the

grave.

PROLOGUE

TO THE COMEDY OF

THE GOOD-NATUR'D MAN. 1769.

PREST by the load of life, the weary

mind
Surveys the gen'ral toil of human kind,
With cool submission joins the lab’ring train,
And social forrow loses half its pain :
Our anxions bard without complaint may

Thare
This bustling season's epidemick care;
Like Cæsar's pilot dignify'd by Fate,
Toft in one common storm with all the great ;

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