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Publijn'd Jart, 12, 1784 for S Bladon Pater nofter Row, & the rest of the Proprietors.

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M CRAWFORD in the Character

LADY RANDOLPH.

LRand: To me they mean no harm in vain.

That winding path conducts thee to the River Cross where thou Jeest a broad & beaten way, Which running eastward leads thee to the camp.

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Non ego fum vates, fed prifci confcius ævi.

The Reader is defired to obferve, that the paflages omitted in the Representation at the Theatre, are here preserved, and marked with inverted Commas ; as at Line 20 to 28 in Page 6.

R.B. Brett

IN ancient times, when Britain's trade was arms,
And the lov'd mufic of her youth, alarms!

A god-like race fuftain'd fair England's fame:
Who has not heard of gallant PERCY's name?
Ay, and of DOUGLAS? Such illuftrious foes
In rival Rome and Carthage never rose!
From age to age bright fhone the British fire,
And every hero was a hero's fire.
When powerful fute decreed one warrior's doom,
Up Sprung the phoenix from his parent's tomb.
But whilst thofe generous rivals fought and fell,
Thofe generous rivals lov'd each other well:
Tho' many a bloody field was loft and won,
Nothing in hate, in honour all was done.

When PERCY wrong'd defy'd his prince or peers,
Faft came the DoUGLAS, with his Scottish Spears;
And, when proud DOUGLAS made his King his foe,
For DOUGLAS, PERCY bent his English bow.
Expell'd their native home by adverfe fate,
They knock'd alternate at each other's gate:
Then blaz'd the castle, at the mid right hour,
For him whofe arms had shook its firmest tow'r.

This night a DOUGLAS your protection claims;
A wife! a mother! Pity's fofteft names:
The ftory of her woes indulgent hear,
And grant your fuppliant all she begs, a tear.
In confidence he begs; and hopes to find

Each English breaft, like noble PERCY's, kind.

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