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Were I not thus reduc'd, thou woaldst not know,
Alv. Peace, villain!
Zan. While I live, old man, I'll speak:
Alon. Who call'd Alonzo?
[Showing the Dagger.
Zan. Good ruffians, give me leave; my blood is yours, The wheel's prepard, and you shall have it all. Let me but look one moment on the dead, And pay yourselves with gazing on my pangs.
[He goes to Alonzo's body. Is this Alonzo? Where's the haughty mien? Is that the hand which smole me? Heavens, how pale! And art thou dead? So is my enmity. I war not with the dast. The greal, the proud, The conqueror of Afric was my foe. A lion preys pot upon carcasses. This was thy only method to subdue me. Terror and doubt fall on me: all thy good Now blazes, all thy guilt is in the grave. Never bad man such funeral applause: If I lament thee, sure thy worth was great. Oh, vengeance, I have follow'd thee too far, And to receive me, hell blows all her fires. [Exeunt.
OUR author sent me, in an humble strain,
you think 'twas well,
C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick.
FROM MR. W. WHITEHEAD.
CORRECTLY GIVEN, FROM COPIES USED IN THE THEATRES,
Author of several Dramatic Pieces: and
Printed at the Chiswick Press,
BY C. WHITTINGHAM; FOR WHITTINGHAM AND ARLISS, PATERNOSTER
THE ROMAN FATHER,
The idea of which (exclusively of its historical foundation) is taken in some degree from the French of P. Corneille, was produced at Drury Lane Theatre in 1750 with considerable effect, and has since maintained its rank with undimi. nished reputation.
The Romans were never, it is to be hoped, more sincerely in love with liberty than our own countrymen are; and although we do not aspire to that savage perfection of patriotism, by which a hero thinks himself bound to set the ties of nature at defiance merely to prove that he is free, yet the poet has here succeeded so well in giving grace and interest to the ferocious virtues of Publius, that while we detest his unnatural forgetfulness of fraternal feeling, we are reluctantly compelled to admire the motive which misleads him.