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A27180	Bonduca, or, The British heroine a tragedy, acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants, with a new entertainment of musick, vocal and instrumental : never printed or acted before.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Bonduca.; Powell, George, 1658?-1714.	1696 (1696)	Wing B1584; ESTC R17919	33,304	60

Behold now That Object Pict as thou hast proudly call'd me Can move thy Soul and work it beyond Madness Claud. Out thou infernal Monster Half Man half Devil but ten times worse than both Com. Good Lady Variety are all my Actions So poor and lost my Services so barren That I 'm remembred in no Nobler Language Claud. Remember I 'd blot thee from my Thoughts Thy Person is so foul thy Name so loathsome It blisters every Tongue dares mention it Come my Venutius let us to the Fort Whither the lost Bonduca is retired With my unhappy Sister and leave him To the worst of Torments his own Conscience Exeunt Com. Farewel proud Fool next time we meet Your Tongue shall move in softer Terms And your stiff heart bow down in Pray'rs To this loathsome Monster This hated Pict for ere to-morrow's Light Your Sun shall set in Everlasting Night Exit Enter Caratach and Hengo Car. How does my Boy Hen. I wou'd do well my Heart 's well I been't afraid Uncle Car. My good Boy Hen. I know Uncle we must all die My little Brother dy'd I saw him die And he dy'd smilingly sure there is no Great Pain in 't Uncle But pray tell me Whither must we goe when we are dead Uncle Car. Strange Questions Why to the blessed'st Place Boy Eternal Sweetness And Happiness dwells there Hen. Will you come to me Car. Yes my sweet Boy Hen. My Aunt too and my Cousins Car. All my good Child Hen. No Romans Uncle Car. No Boy Hen. I shou'd be loath to meet them there Car. No ill Men That live by Violence and strong Oppression Come thither 't is for those the Gods love good Men. Hen. Why then I care not when I go for surely I am persuaded they love me I never did any thing To vex my Mother in my Life and indeed Vncle Every Night before I went to Bed I said my Pray'rs Car. Thou shalt go there then Indeed thou shalt Heng. When they please Uncle Car. That 's my good Boy Art thou not weary Hengo Heng. Weary Uncle I 've heard you say you 've march'd all day in Armour Car. I have Boy Hen. Am I not of your Blood Car. Yes my Child Heng. Then 'pray' why can't I do so too Car. Thou art too tender Heng. What to go upon my Legs why they were Made to bear me I can play Twenty Mile a day I see no reason but to preserve my Country And my self I shou'd walk forty Car. What woud'st thou be Living to wear a Man's strength Heng. Why a Caratach A Roman-Hater a Scourge sent from Heaven To whip these proud Thieves from our Kingdom Heark Heark Uncle I hear a Drum Enter Macer and Soldiers Mac. Beat softly softly I say They are here Who dares Charge 1. Sold. He that dares be knockt o' th' Head I 'll not come near him Mac. Retire again and watch then how he stares He has Eyes wou'd kill a Dragon Mark the Boy well if we cou'd take or kill him A pox upon you how fierce you look Back on 's Back I say he has found us Retire Car. Do you hunt us Heng. Uncle good Uncle see the thin starv'd Rascal The eating Roman Kill him dear Uncle kill him Car. Do you make us Foxes Here hold my Spear and keep the place Boy I am at Bay and like a Bull I 'll bear him Stand stand ye Rogues ye Squerrils Exeunt Heng. Look how he pays ' em O that I had a Man's strength Enter Macer Mac. A plague of your heavy Hands I 'm glad I 've cleap'd you 〈◊〉 Here 's the Boy My own I thank my Fortune Heng. O Lord Uncle Uncle Famine is fall'n upon me Uncle Mac. Come Sir yield willingly your Uncle 's out of hearing Heark ye Sirrah give me the Spear I shall Tickle your young Tail else Heng. I defie thee than Mock-made-Man of Mat. Heark'y Sirrah Charge home or I shall tickle Your lean Carcase for you Mac. As I live the Boy will beat me How it looks Lookee lookee how the little Toad swells Ye little Rogue you yield or I 'll cut your Head off Heng. You cut my Head off Sirrah If I thought you Had any Brains I 'de dash 'em out with the wrong end Of my Uncle's Staff Come on I have twenty ways To Charge thee twenty Deaths attend my bloody Hand Mac. Sure 't is the Devil a Dwarf-Devil in a Doublet Enter Soldiers running Sold. Fly Fly Corporal He comes he comes Mac. The Devil take the hindmost Exeunt running Heng. Ah you Rogues you run-away Rogues He comes he comes he comes That 's he Boys What a brave Cry they make Enter Caratach with a Head Car. How does my Chicken Heng. Faith Uncle grown a Soldier a great Soldier For by the Virtue of your Spear and a strange Fighting Face I put upon 't I have out-brav'd Hunger Car. That 's my Boy my sweet Boy Here here 's A Roman's Head for thee Heng. And very good Provision Uncle Before I starve My pretty Gentleman I shall make bold to taste The sweetness of your Calves Head Car. A right compleat Soldier come Chicken Let 's go seek some place of strength The Countrey 's full of Scouts to rest a while in Thou won't not else be able to endure The Journey to my Countrey Fruits and Water Must be your Food awhile Boy Heng. Any thing 〈…〉 Moss I can live on Anger To vex these Romans Let 's be wary Uncle Car. 〈…〉 you Since you 〈◊〉 ●all of Britain have decreed And that your Votaries must by Romans bleed O Ruggish O Andate Oh ye Powers Since you the Fall of Britain have decreed Let then your Votaries by these Romans bleed Rather than make us to the Conqueror Slaves Give them our Kingdom and give us our Graves ACT V. SCENE 1. Enter Suetonius Comes Dragging in Claudia Claud. O Whither whither wou'dst thou drag me Villain Com. To do a Deed thou 'lt thank me for when done Why all this vain resistance Can you move The Rocks or Trees to pity your Complaints I am as firm and resolute in my purpose Nor wou'd I quit my Purchase for a Kingdom Where now is all the Pride That Womans pride With which you melt the Endearments of my Love Claud. 'T is here 't is fixt for ever in my Soul I always scorn'd but now I hate thee too And sure If there are Gods and Virtue be their Care I 'm still secure from thy abhorr'd Attempts Some unseen Power will strike thee in the Act And Impotence blast all thy Expectations Comes Why be it so I 'll put it to the Tryal But Madam you shall find and find with Pleasure Not all the Powers of Heav'n can disarm me Come on your Tears are now as vain and fruitless As were my Pray'rs when I ask'd your Love Claud. Love And to thee Thou art a thing so Loathsome Nature has shut thee quite from that thou art Made like the Bird of Night to be

Fight and Conquer with my Beauteous Claudia 'T is o're and that great Love that first began 'em Shou'd Crown our Labours sweeten all our Toils Spring like our Souls in the first heat of Battle And shoot with fury to each others Arms To Clasp and Grapple midst Triumphant Joys Claud. Ha this to me the Virgin Pride of all Britain Shall I be treated like a Common Prostitute Am I thought mean enough for Beastly Passion The Recreation of his Ranker Hours Com. Forgive my hasty Zeal I love with Honour The Sacred Innocence that atton'd the Gods Before we drew our Swords against the Romans Burnt not a purer Flame Claud. Urge me no more Thou talk of sacred Love Hast thou a Nook in all that hudled Frame Fit for so soft a Guest It cannot be Fly from my sight thou bungl'd Botch of Nature Thou Snuff of Life and Ruins of a Man Com. Once I was worthy your Imperious Beauty Curse o'th at British Boy that charm'd you from me Am I despis'd for him Claud. Rather Curse Nature thou blaspheming Fiend That ne're reform'd thy Dross Curse thy own Fate That warm'd that uncocted Lump to Life Half finisht into Man Art thou still here Be gone I would not tell thee Com. More you cannot The Proudest of your Sex tho' scorn'd and loath'd Cou'd not have vented more true Womans spite Than you for being Lov'd Lov'd by a Prince And since you urge me thus a Prince above you Claud. Above me This Insolence has given me leave to tell thee And I will speak Have ye forgot the time when like a Slave Thou wentst prepar'd to gorge thy rank Desire Where a lewd Strumpet kept her Midnight Court Dost thou remember how she loath'd thy Person E'en she a Prostitute to all beside Started at this Appearance I must laugh And tell thee what the publick Voice confirms That thou didst force force ev'n that common Jilt And in the very Stews commit a Rape And dar'st thou own thy monstrous Love to me Scorn'd by a Whore that every Swain has sullied Com. Gods Can I bear all this and still desire All the rank Malice of your haughty Sex Is surely lodg'd in thee to make me hate thee More than I ever lov'd to make thy Soul Ugly and loathsom as that ghastly Terror Your Impious Fancy drew for me Go then Go to your Lovers Arms and wanton there I 'll court Disdain no more no longer feast My hungry Eyes on that proud Beauty Claud. Then I'm your Friend agen and now let 's part Part in this very pleasing careless Mood And ne're from this kind Resolution move I will forget my Scorn and you your Love Exit Claudia Manet Comus solas Com. And I my Love Gods Can she think I lov'd her I 'm unacquainted with that Boyish Passion My Soul 's inspir'd with a nobler Flame A mighty Governing Lust shoots through my Veins I 'll fawn no more but force her to the Bliss And glut at once my Vengeance and Desire I 'll ravish her my old experienc'd way And generally too 't is the Consequence Of all my awkard Wooing the Thought warms me Ye Gods ye Gods How it wou'd 〈◊〉 my Soul To clasp this lovely F●ry in my Arms Whil●t scorning to be pleas'd she 'd curse the Pleasure Till with a sudden Rapture seiz'd she 'd m●lt away And springing give a Loose to lusty Joy Exit The End of the First Act. ACT. II. SCENE I. Enter Petillius and Decius two Roman Captains Pet. WEll Captain what Commands from our General Suetonius Are we all drawn yet All prepar'd and order'd Fit to be slaughter'd Dec. Brave News Captain our General has sent To have a Treaty to day with Caratach Pet. And fight with him to morrow For my Life on 't They 'll never conclude a Peace They may make Treaties But all they agree on will be to knock one another o' th' Head Where do they meet Dec. Here on this Eminence between the two Camps And for my part I think it no Scandal For the bravest Roman amongst us to wish They may come to Articles For what can our Shatter'd Troops do against a Hundred thousand Britains Pet. Between no Bread and pitcht Battels we have not Men left enough to storm a Village Suetonius is a Noble General but I see no reason Why we should be all slic'd and slaughter'd And Dung Land here because he loves fighting Enter Junius Stay Stay here comes the languishing Captain Junius Poor Gentleman he 's drawing on Dec. Not to his End I hope Pet. The end of all Flesh Woman His Thoughts ramble After the Grecian Captive he left behind at Rome Jun. Why what a Wretch am I This Grecian Beauty Has softned all that 's Great and Roman in me I shall be hooted at by all the Camp There 's not a Slave that calls himself a Soldier But 's brave enough to storm a Whining Lover Leave me Petillius my Thoughts are busie Pet. Thou want'st Drink For what Affliction Can light so heavy on a Soldier and dry him up As thou art but no Drink Thou sha't have Drink Jun. Prithee Petillius Pet. By my Honour much Drink valiant Drink I see like a true Friend into thy Wants 't is Drink And when I leave thee to a Dissolution Especially of that dry Nature hang me Jun. Your Fooling's Nauseous Why this Drink Drink to me Pet. Did I not find thee gaping like an Oyster For a New Tide Why thy very Thoughts lie bare Like a Low Ebb. Thy Soul that rid in Sack Lies Moor'd for want of Liquor I say still Thou want'st Drink Jun. You have too much on 't therefore leave me Sir Belch not your Drunken Jests on me I 'm not dispos'd for Mirth Pet. May be thou want'st a Whore too Thou sha't have both A pretty Valiant Fellow dye for a little Lap and Leachery Hear thou Son of Her That loves a Soldier hear what I promis'd for thee Thus I said Madam I take your Son for my Companion Madam I Love your Son your Son loves War War loves Danger Danger Drink Drink Discipline Which is Society and Leachery these two beget Commanders Fear not Madam your Son shall lead with Honour Jun. Do's so Ridiculous and loose a Mirth Become a Man of Arms Pet. Any Mirth or any Subject is better Than Unmanly Mustiness What harm 's in Drink In a good wholsome Wench It cannot out Of my Head yet handsomly But thou woud'st Feign be Drunk come no more Fooling The General has new Wine come over Jun. He must have New Acquaintance for it too For I will a' none I thank ye Pet. None I thank ye a short and pithy Answer No Company no Drink no Wench I thank ye A decent and modest Resolution Enter Corporal Macer and Soldiers What do these Hungry Rascals here Mac. A Bean a Bean a Princely Diet A full Banquet to what we compass 1 Sold. Fight like Hogs for Acorns 2 Sold. If this hold Corporal

sacrifice unto thee A Flame arises Bon. It flames out Car. Now sing ye Druids Sing Sing ye Druids All your Voices Raise To Celebrate Divine Andate's Praise Sing Sing Divine Andate's Praise Divine Andate President of War The Fortune of the Day Declare Shall we to the Romans yield Or shall each arm that wields a Spear Strike it through a Massy Shield And Dye with Roman Blood the Field Thunder here Oracle Much will be spill'd 4 Dr. TO Arms to Arms Your Ensigns strait display Now now now set the Battle in Array The Oracle of War Declares Success Depends upon our Hearts and Spears Vers Cho. Britains Strike Home Revenge your Country's Wrongs Fight and Record your selves in Druids Songs Bond. 'T is out agen Car. They 've given us leave to Fight yet We ask no more the rest hangs on our Resolutions Tempt Her no more Bond. I wou'd know further Cousin Car. Her hidden meaning dwells in our Endeavours Our Valours are our best Gods Come let 's march This Day the Romans gain no more Ground here Than what his Body lies in Bond. On then my Soldiers Thy Words have made me certain of Success For when brave Caratach does lead the way The Britains cannot fail to win the Day Exeunt omnes praeter Comus and Venutius Com. They must not then have Boys to fight their Battles Ven. What says Comus Com. I said Whilst Women Rule and Boys Command in War We 've askt the Gods what they will never grant us Nor need Rome triumph for a Victory O my Prophetick Fears so cheaply purchased Ven. A Victory and by the Romans gotten Where 's then the Courage of our generous Britains So lately try'd in the successful Battles O all ye Gods Can there be more in Men More daring Spirits Still they make good their Fortunes And let the Romans know this little Isle It self a World is more than that they 've conquer'd Com. And let the bold Venutius know and tell it His proud vain-glorious Heart e're the Sun sets Poor Britain veils her Glories in everlasting Darkness Ven. O no she 'll yet raise her victorious Head Look o're the Rugged Alps and make Rome tremble Methinks I see the big War moving forwards Heark how they shout to th' Battle how the Air Totters and reels and rends apieces With the huge vollied Clamours Hear the Romans Tearing the Earth i th' the bitter Pangs of Death The Britains there Comus methinks I see it I' th' face of Danger pressing on to Conquest Com. Here the unhappy Queen Hard Chance of War by common Hands Stript of her Majesty and to the Roman General Led a Captive there her two beauteous Daughters made the Slaves of Lust and Scorn Methinks I do behold that Heavenly Form An Abstract of all Goodness The poor much pitied Claudia Ven. Ha! what say'st thou By Heaven I fear thou art about to utter Something the basest Roman Slave wou'd start at Shall she my Claudia say'st thou But we trifle And sure thou didst it only to whet my Courage Of its self apt and prone to execute Com. Be it so then See who dares most to day For Love and for thy Claudia Thou or I. Ven. Now thou' rt brave and I shall truly love thee Sound all your dreadful Instruments of War Till Romans best Sons start at the Warlike Noise Come on and whilst we thus together move I 'll shew Rome how to fight Thee how to love Exeunt Enter Suetonius Petillius and Roman-Officers Suet. Now my brave Country-men the time is come To gain a Conquest or a Grave in Britain The Enemy my Fellow-Soldiers wait us Are ye all ready Pet. All our Troops attend Sir Suet. To bid you fight is needless you are Romans The Name will fight it self To tell you Who you go to fight against his Power and Nature But loss of Time Go on in full Assurance Draw your Swords as daring And as confident as Justice Go on I say valiant and wise rule Heaven And all ye great Aspects attend ' em Do but blow upon this Enemy who but that We want Foes cannot deserve that Name And like a Mist a lazy Fog before your burning Valours you 'll find him fly to nothing This is all We have Swords and are the Sons of Ancient Romans Heirs to their endless Valours fight and conquer Pet. That Man who loves not this day And hugs not in his Arms the Noble Danger May he die fameless and forgot Suet. Sufficient Up to your Troops and let your Drums beat Thunder March close and sudden as a Tempest keep your Phalanx Sure lin'd and piec'd together your Spears forward And so march like a moving Fort e'●● Night shall come Britain shall give us Graves or yield to Rome Exeunt omnes Enter Caratach Nennius and Soldiers Nen. The Romans are advanc'd from yonder Hills We may behold them Caratach Car. Let 's thither Moves forward I see the Dust fly now I see the Body Observe 'em Nennius by Heav'n a handsome Body And of a few strongly and wisely jointed Suetonius is a Soldier Nen. As I take it That 's he that Gallops by their Regiments Viewing their Preparation Car. Very likely He shews no less than General see how bravely The Body moves and in the Head how proudly The Captains stick like Plumes He comes on apace Good Nennius go hasten my Brave Lieutenant Bring on the first square Body to oppose 'em The Queen move next with hers and wheel about So gain their Backs in which I 'll Lead The Van Guard We shall have bloody Crowns This day I see by it haste thee good Nennius I 'll follow instantly How close they March As if they grew together no place but lin'd alike Sure from Oppression They will not change this Figure We must Charge 'em and Charge 'em home They 'll never totter else Heark I hear our Musick and must attend it Hold good Sword but this day and hereafter I 'll make a Relick of thee for young Soldiers To come like Pilgrims to and kiss for Conquests Oh Great Andate on thy Soldier smile And drive these Romans from thy British Isle Enter Suetonius Petilius c. Suet. O bravely fought Honour till now ne'er shew'd Her Glorious Face in the Field Like Lyon Soldi'rs You 've held your Heads up this day Where 's young Junius Pet. Gone to Heav'n I think Sir I saw him fall Suet. His worth go with him for he was a Soldier See he has all the Noble Rites of Funeral Bravely he fought my Friends bravely he fell And since i' th' bloody Field he sought a Grave Let Warlike Instruments attend him thither Heark They come on again Charge Charge my Soldiers Enter Caratach Bonduca Claudia Venutius Bonvica and Hengo Car. 〈◊〉 'em i' th' Flank Oh you have play'd the Fool The 〈…〉 ly Bond. 〈◊〉 Cousin Car. The 〈◊〉 Fool Why did you give the word Unto the Carts to 〈◊〉 down and our People In gro 〈…〉 before the

Pursu'd Abhorr'd and Loath'd by all thy fellow Creatures Com. Woman Woman Oh how I love this Pride Thou now art fit to be belov'd by me Not made to fill our Arms the Vulgar way Claud. Oh I have been to blame my foolish Tongue Betray'd the weakness of my unwary Heart Th' art Fair as Light and Innocent as Truth Royal by Birth by Nature Excellent Com. This is far more than my Revenge e'er hop'd for Not only to enjoy thy Body but Bent down thy Soul in Fear and Flattery Which feeds both my Anger and my Love Nay come your Mignion's safely laid His Sword proud Beauty will never more Be drawn in your Defence Enter Venutius Ven. Oh where Where is this proud Imperious Villain Claud. He 's here he 's here Ye Gods poor Claudia thanks you Ven. Have at thee Prince thus I salute Draws Com. Are you so hot Sir I have that Shall cool you Fight here and Comes falls Curse of your Sword You are too sure a Marks-Man Ven Farewel and tell thy fellow Devils below 'T is to Venutius's Sword thou ow'st thy Death A Fate too Noble for a Wretch like thee Com. I 'm going but leave my Curse behind me May'st thou still Love and be like me Rewarded Death Horror and Despair Where am I now Dies Claud. Come to my Arms my Hero born for Conquest Dearer and Greater in the single Combat Than all the Labours of the busie day Ha! But he bleeds O all ye Gods He bleeds Those precious drops that might redeem a Kingdom In silent pace bear his dear life away O fatal Conquest dear bought Victory O wond'rous proof of unexampl'd Love Ven. Love Yes I call the unknowing Gods to witness How much I love thee through what Seas of Danger I have ventur'd for thee Thou art that precious Diamond that glorious Prize which seated on a Rock From far hast drawn the Eyes of the Beholders I the bold Lover who in spight of Fortune By Heav'n incourag'd and Guided by my ●●ve Rode o'er the raging Waves and bore thee off Ha! Have I not What Pict shall now oppose us What Roman Sword shall interrupt our Peace The Winds are still Heaven gently smiles upon us 'T is all Serene and I am thine for ever Claud. Alas Thou Rav'st 'T is Madness all thou ut terst Help help Where now are all those Gods The Poets in their wild fancies Dreamt Were in the Woods No kinder Pow'r to hear A Virgins Pray'r No Aesculapius near or Great Apollo Ven No 't is too late I find Death's Hand upon me And feel my Soul just ready for the sally Weep not my Claudia there are Joys in store For thee and me tho' I am now no more Dies Claud. He 's dead he 's dead and in my Cause Oh thou dear Youth Winged like a Perseus for his rescu'd Andromeda Thou flew'st all Soul all Love to my Deliverance And this is thy Reward Oh where 's your Justice Heav'n when Virtue that shou'd be the Charge of God's must thus neglected thus untimely bleed And all that most deserv'd to live must die But why do I live ye Pow'rs Why gave ye us poor Lovers one Soul And not one twisted Thread of life to break and Die toget her No Venutius The Gods are Partial I 'll mend the work of Heav'n But can Tears mend it Tears the April-shower of Girls No I 'll weep Blood Enter Nennius with Soldiers Nen. Cease Madam cease by your untimely fall You 'll add to Royal Sorrow The unhappy Queen with your much Mourning Sister Are i' th' Fort by Roman Powr's immur'd nothing Remains but Death or an Ignoble Flight or Bondage Claud. Death Nennius Death Look here then talk of Life Lead on I 'll show the way and in my fall Be great as any Roman of 'em all Enter Bonvica and Julia. Bonv. Where shall the wretched Off spring of Bonduca fly To escape those dismal Screams of Horror That fill the Britains Ears Oh whetched Mother Unhappy Sister More unhappy I Their Courage makes th' appoach of Death Seem pleasing But I have the true fearful Soul of Woman and wou'd not quit the World Julia call Lucius and bid him bring his Lute Fain wou'd I leave this dire consuming Melancholy Enter Lucius with a Lute Luc. I 'd have the Song you taught me last I fear I do resemble now the Swan That Sings before its Death Second SONG by Miss Cross OH Lead me to some Peaceful Gloom Where none but sighing Lovers come Where the shrill Trumpets never sound But one Eternal Hush goes round There let me sooth my pleasing Pain And never think of War again What Glory can a Lover have To Conquer yet be still a Slave After the Song enter Messenger Mess Madam the Queen expects you on the Walls Your Sister with you the Roman Pow'rs Are all come down with Fury ' gainst the Castle Bonv. Then then farewel to this World I see I see my Fate direct before me My Mothers Fury greater than the Romans Presents me Death in a thousand various forms Oh all ye Britain Powers Oh great Andate Pity my Youth Oh Mercy Mercy Mercy Exit Appear Bonduca Claudia Nennius and Bonvica above Bond. Now Claudia now Bonvica O my Children Is the time come to shew your constant Valours Think not my Girls we will be Slaves to Rome No we will shew these Lords o' th' World these Romans How they shou'd die with Honour Hark! They come since we must fall fall bravely Enter Suetonius Junius Decius Demetrius Curius and Soldiers Suet. Bring up the Catapults and shake the Walls We will not be out-brav'd thus Bond. Shake the Earth You cannot shake our Souls Bring up your Rams And with their Armed Heads make the Fort totter You do but rock us into Death Dec. Yield Noble Queen Bond. I 'm unacquainted with that Language Romans Suet. Yield Honour'd Lady and expect our Mercy We love thy Nobleness Exit Decius Bond. I thank ye you say well But Mercy and Love are sins in Rome and Hell Suet. You cannot scape our Strength you must Yield Lady you must adore and fear the Power of Rome Bond If Rome be Earthly why shou'd any Knee With Bending Adoration Worship her She 's Vicious and your partial selves confess Aspires the height of all Impiety Therefore 't is fitter I shou'd Reverence The Thatcht Houses where the Britains dwell In careless Mirth where the best Houshold Gods See nought but chaste and simple Purity 'T is not high Pow'r that makes a place Divine But sacred Thoughts in holy Bosoms stor'd Make People Noble and the place Ador'd Exit Decius Suet. Beat the Wall deeper Bond. Beat it to the Center We will not sink one Thought Bonv. O Mother These are fearful Hours Speak gently To these fierce Men they will afford us pity Bond. Pity thou fearful Girl 'T is for those Wretches That Misery makes tame Would'st thou live less Wast thou not Born a Princess Can my