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Belike through impotence or unaware,
To give his enemies their wish, and end
Them in his anger whom his anger faves
To punish endless? Wherefore cease we then ?
Say they who counsel war : we are decreed,
Resery'd, and destin'd to eternal wo :
Whatever doing, what can we suffer more,
What can we fuffer worse ? Is this then worst,
Thus fitting, thus consulting, thus in arms?
What, when we fled amain, pursu'd and struck
With heav'n's afflicting thunder, and befought
The deep to shelter us? this hell then seem'd
A refuge from those wounds: or when we lay
Chain' on the burning lake ? that sure was worse.
What if the breath that kindled those grim fires,
Awak’d, should blow them into sev’nfold rage,
And plunge us in the flames? or, from above,
Should intermitted vengeance arm again
His red right hand to plague us ? what if all
Her stores were open'd, and this firmament
Of hell should fpout her cataracts of fire,
Impendent horrours, threat'ning hideous fall
One day upon our heads; while we, perhaps
Designing or exhorting glorious war,
Caught in a fiery tempelt, shall be hurld,
Each on his rock transfix'd, the sport and prey
Of wrecking whirlwinds : or for ever funk
Under yon boiling ocean, wrapt in chains;
There to converse with everlasting groans,
Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd,
Ages of hopeless end ? this would be worse.
War, therefore, open or conceal'd, alike
My voice diffuades.

SECTION V.

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DRAMATIC PIECES,

I. DIALOGUES.

1. Belcour and Stockwell. Stock. MR Belcour meam rejoiced to see you : you

Bel. I thank you heartily, good Mr Stockwell. You and I have long conversed at a distance: now we are met: and the pleasure this meeting gives me, amply compensates for the perils I have run through in accomplishing it.

Stock. What perils, Mr Belcour! I could not have thought you would have met with a bad paflage at this time o'year.

Bel. Nor did we. Courier-like, we came posting to your shores upon the pinions of the swiftest gales that cver blew. It is upon English ground all my difficulties have arisen: it is the passage from the river-side I complain of.

Steck. Indeed! What obstructions can you have met between this and the river-side ?

Bel. Innumerable! Your town's as full of defiles as the island of Corsica ; and, I believe, they are as obstinately defended. So much hurry, buftle, and confufion, on your quays; so many lugar-casks, porter-butts, and common council men, in your streets ; that, unless a man marched with artillery in his front, it is more than the labour of a Hercules can effect to make any toierable way through your town.

Stock. I am sorry you have been so incommoded.

Bel. Why, truly, it was all my own fault. Accufomed to a land of flaves, and out of patience with the whole tribe of custom-house extortioners, boatmen, tidewaiters, and water-bailiffs, that beset me on all sides worse than a fwarm of musquetoes, I proceeded a little too roughly to brush them away with my ratan. The

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sturdy rogues took this in dudgeon; and, beginning to rebel, the mob chose different fides, and a furious scuffle ensued; in the course of which, my person and apparel suffered fo much, that I was obliged to step into the first tavern to refit, before I could make my approaches in any decent trim.

Stock. Well, Mr Belcour, it is a rough sample you have had of my countrymen's fpirit; but, I trust, you will not think the worse of them for it.

Bel. Not at all, not at all: I like them the better. Were I only a visitor, I might perhaps with them a little more tractable ; but, as a fellow-subject and a sharer in their freedom, I applauded their fpirit-though I feel the effects of it in every bone in my fkin.

-Well, Mr Stockwell, for the first time in my life, here am I in England ; at the fountain-head of pleasure ; in the land of beauty, of arts, and elegancies. My happy Atars have given me a good estate, and tlie confpiring winds have blown me hither to spend it.

Stock. To use it, not to waste it, I hould hope ; to treat it, Mr Belcour, not as a vaffal over whom you have a wanton despotic power, but as a subject whom you are bound to govern with a temperate and restrained authority.

Bel. True, Sir, most truly said : mine's a commillion, not a right: I am the offspring of distress, and every child of sorrow is my brother. While I have hands to hold, therefore, I will hold them open to mankind. But, Sir, my passions are my masters ; they take me where they will; and, oftentimes, they leave to reason and virtue nothing but my wifhes and my fighs.

Stock. Come, come, the man who can accuse, corfects himself.

Bel. Ah! that is an office I am weary of. I wish a friend would take it up: I would to Heaven you had leisure for the employ. But, did you drive a trade to the four corners of the world, you wonld not find the talk so toilsome as to keep me free from faults.

Steck. Well, I am not discouraged. This candour tells me I should not have the fault of self-conceit to combat ; that, at least, is not amongst the nuinber.

Bel, No; if I knew that man on earth who thought more humbly of me than I do of myself, I would take up his opinion and forego my own.

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Stock. And, were I to choose a pupil, it should be one
of your complexion : so, if you will come along with
me, we shall agree upon your admiffion, and enter upon
a course of lectures directly.
Bel. With all iny heart.

II. Lady Town!y and Lady Grace.
Lady T. OH, my dear Lady Grace ! how could

you leave me fo unmercifully alone all this while ?

Lady G. I thought my lord had been with you.

Lady T. Why, yesmand therefore I wanted your rolief; for he has been in lich a flufter here

Lady Ć. Bless me! for what?

Lady T. Only our usual breakfast; we have each of us had our diin of matrimonial comfort ihis inorningwe have been charming company.

Lady G. I am mighty glad of it: sure it must be a vast happiness when man and wife can give themselves the same turn of conversation !

Lady T. Oh, the prettiest thing in the world?

Lady G. Now I fhould be afraid, that where two people are every day together so, they must often be in want of something to talk upon.

Lad; 7. Oh, my dear, yru are the most mistaken in the world ! inarried people have things to talk of, child, that never enter into the imagination of othett Why, here's my lordi and i, row, we have not been married above two short years, you know, and we have already eight or ten things constantly in bank, that, whenever we want company, we can make up any one of them for two hours together, and subject never the flatter; nay, if we have cccafion it, it will be as fresh next day too, as it was the first hour it entertain

ed us.

Lady G. Certainly that must be vaftly pretty,

Lady T. Oh, there's no life like it! Why, i other doy, for example, when you dined abroad, iny: rd and 1, after a pretty chcerful ifte à tête meal, fi: usca by the fire-lide, in an eary, indulent, pick-tocih 1?},

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for about a quarter of an hour, as if we had not thought of one another's being in the room. -At last, stretching himself and yawning.-My dear, says he, you came home very late last night. 'Twas but just turned of two, says I.--I was in bed-aw- -by eleven, says he.- So you are every night, says I.Well, says he, I am amazed you can sit up so late. How can you be amazed, says I, at a thing that happens so often!

eUpon which we entered into a conversation: and though this is a point has entertained us above fifty times already, we always find so many pretty new things to say apon it, that I believe in my soul it will last as long as we live.

Leds G. But pray, in fuch sort of family-dialogues (though extremely well for passing the time) doesn't there now and then enter some little witty sort of bite terness ?

Lady T. Oh, yes! which does not do amiss at all. A smart rapartee, with a zeft of recrimination at the head of it, makes the prettiest sherbet. Ay, ay, if we did not mix a little of the acid with it, a matrimonial fociety would be so luscious, that nothing but an old liquorish prude would be able to bear it.

Lady G. Well, certainly you have the most elegant taste

Lady T. Though, to tell you the truth, my dear, I rather think we squeezed a little too much lemon into it this bout ; for it grew fo four, at laft, that, I think

I almost told him he was a fool and he again

-talked something oddly of turning me out of doors,

Lail; G. Oh! have a care of that.

Lady T. Nay, if he thould, I may thank my Wil wife father for it.

Lady G. How so?

Lucy T. Why, when my good lord first opened his honourable trenches before me, my unaccountable papa, in whose hands I then was, gave me up at discre. tion.

L;G. HY do you mean?

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