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Were I not thus reduc'd, thou woaldst not know,
That, thus reduc'd, I dare defy thee still.
Torture thou inay'st, but thou shalt ne'er despise me.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers, tear,
And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain.
But these are foreign to the soul: not mine
The groans that issue, or the lears that fall;
They disobey me; on the rack I scorn thee,
As when my falchion clove thy helm in battle.

Alv. Peace, villain!

Zan. While I live, old man, I'll speak:
And well I know thou dar'st not kill me yet;
For that would rob thy blood-hounds of their prey.

Alon. Who call'd Alonzo?
Alv. No one call’d, my son.
Alon. Again!—'Tis Carlos' voice, and I obey.
Oh, how I laugh at all that this can do!

[Showing the Dagger.
The wounds that pain'd, the wounds that murder'd me,
Were giv'n before ; I am already dead;
This only marks my body for the grave. [Stabs himself.
Afric, thou art reveng'd. -Oh, Leonora! [Dies.

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.

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OUR author sent me, in an humble strain,
To beg you'd bless the offspring of his brain ;
And I, your proxy, promis'd in

your name,
The child should live, at least six days of fame.
Uike the brat, but still his faults can find;
And, by the parent's leave, will speak my mind.
Gallants, pray tell me, do

you think 'twas well,
To let a willing maid lead apes in hell?
You nicer ladies, should you think it right,
To eat no supper-on your wedding night?
Should English husbands dare to starve their wives,
Be sure they'd lead most comfortable lives!
But he loves mischief, and, with groundless fears,
Would fain set loving couples by the ears;
Would spoil the tender husbands of our nation,
By teaching them his vile, outlandish fashion.
But we've been taught, in our good-natur'd clime,
That jealousy, though just, is still a crime;
And will be still; for (not to blame the plot)
That same Alonzo was a stupid sot,
To kill a bride, a mistress unenjoy'd
"Twere some excuse, had the poor man been cloyd :
To kill her on suspicion, ere he knew
Whether the heinous crime were false or true-
The priest said grace, she met him in the bower,
In hopes she might anticipate an hour
Love was an errand, but ihe hot-brain'd Spaniard,
Instead of love--produc'd-a filthy poniard-
Had he been wise, at this their private meeting,
The proof o'th' pudding had been in the eating ;
Madain had theri þeen pleas’d, and don contented,
And all this blood and 'inurder been prevented.
Britons, be wise, and from this sad example,
Ne'er break a bargain, but first tako a sample.

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C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick.

THE

ROMAN FATHER.

A Tragedy.

ALTERED

FROM MR. W. WHITEHEAD.

CORRECTLY GIVEN, FROM COPIES USED IN THE THEATRES,

BY
THOMAS DIBDIN,

Author of several Dramatic Pieces: and
PROMPTER OF THE THEATRE ROYAL, DRURY LANE.

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Printed at the Chiswick Press,

BY C. WHITTINGHAM; FOR WHITTINGHAM AND ARLISS, PATERNOSTER

ROW, LONDON.

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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.

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