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Aro. It cannot fail.

Our cause is ripe, and calls us forth to action. And. It has a glorious aspect.

Tread ye not lighter ? Swells not every breast Aro. Now, Sweden ! rise and re-assert thy With ampler scope to take your country in, Or be for ever fallen.

(rights, And breathe the cause of virtue ? Rise, ye And. Then be it so.

Swedes! Arn. Lead on, thou arm of war,

Rise greatly equal to this hour's importance. To death or victory.

On us the eyes of future ages wait, Gust. Why thus, my friends, thus join'd in And this day's close decides our country's fate. such a cause,

(Exeunt. Are we not equal to a host of slaves?. [come; You say, the foe's at hand-Why, let them

ACT II.
Steep are our bills, not easy of access,
And few the hours we ask for their reception.

SCENE I.-The Campus
For I will take these rustic sons of liberty
In the first warmth and hurry of their souls;

Enter. CHRISTIERN, Attendants, &c. PETERSON

meets him.
And, should the tyrant then attempt our
heights,

Christ. What from Dalecarlia?
He comes upon his fate.- Arise, thou sun!
Haste, haste to rouse thee to the call of liberty, I sent a trusty slave,

Peter. Late last night,
That shall once more salute thy morning beam, And hourly wait some tidings.
And hail thee to thy setting.

Christ. Sure

[dition. Art. Were it not worth a hazard of a life, To know if Christiern leads his powers in I cannot think it.

The wretches will not dare such quick perperson,

(task. And what his scope intends ? Be mine that

Peter. I think they will not. Though of old

I know them, Even to the tyrant's teat I'll win my way,

All born to broils, the very sons of tumult; And mingle with his councils.

Waste is their wealth, and mutiny there birthGust. Go, my friend. Dear as thou art, whene'er our country calls,

And this the yearly fever of their blood, (right,

Their holiday of war; a day apart, Friends, sons, and sires, should yield their Torn out from peace, and sacred to rebellion.

treasure up, Nor own a sense beyond the public safety.

Oft has their battle hung upon the brow But, tell me, my Arvida, ere thou goest,

Of yon wild steep, a living cloud of mischiefs, Tell' me what hand has made thy friend its Of many a monarch.

Pregnant with plagues, and empty'd on the

[heads debtor, And given thee up to freedom and Gustavus ? Enter Arvida, guarded, and a GENTLEMAN. Aro. Ha! let me think of that, 'tis sure she loves him.

[Aside. Arv. Now, fate I'm caught, and what reAway, thou skance and jaundic'd eye of jeal

mains is obvious.
ousy,

Gent. A prisoner, good my lord.
That tempts my soul to sicken at perfection; Christ. When taken ?
Away! I will unfold it.-To thyself

Gent. Now, even here, before your tent; Arvida owes bis freedom.

I mark'd his careless action, but his eye Gust. How, my friend ?

Of studied observation—then his port Arv. Some months are pass’d, since, in the And base attire ill-suiting-I inquir’d, Danish dungeon,

But found he was a stranger. With care emaciate, and unwholesome damps, Christ, A sullen scorn

[sence. Sick’ning I lay, chain’d to my flinty bed, slight Knits up his brow, and frowns upon our preAnd calls on death to ease mestraighi a What-ay-thou wouldst be thought a mysShone round, as when the ministry of Heaven

tery,

(slave? Descends to kneeling saints. But, oh! the form Some greatness in eclipse-whence art thou, That pour'd upon my sight.--Ye angels, speak! Silent? nay, then—bring forth the torture ! For ye alone are like her ; or present

A smile! damnation !-How the wretch asSuch visions pictured to the nightly eye

Ljesty! Of fancy tranc'd in bliss. She then approach'd, The wreck of state, the suffering soul of maThe softest pattern of embodied meekness, What, have we no pre-eminence, no claim ? For pity had divinely touch'd her eye,

Dost thou not know thy life is in our power? And harmoniz'd her motions.-Ah, she cried, Arv. 'Tis therefore I despise it. Unhappy stranger, art not thou the man, Christ. Matchless insolence ! Whose virtues have endear'd thee to Gustavus? What art thou ? speak ! Gust. Gustavus, did she say?

Arv. Be sure, no friend to thee; for I'm a Arc. Yes.

foe to tyrants. Loos'd from my bonds, I rose at her command ; Christ. Fiends and fire ! When, scarce recovering speech, I would have A whirlwind tear thee, most audacious traitor. kneelid,

[cried, Arv. Do rage and chase, thy wrath's beneath But, haste thee, haste thee for thy life, she

me, Christiern.

(ness, And oh, if e'er thy envied eyes

behold How poor thy power, how empty is thy happiThy lov'd Gustavus ; say, a gentle foe When such a wretch, as I appear to be, Has given thee to his friendship.

Can ride thy temper, harrow up thy form, Gust. You've much amaz'd me! is her name And stretch thy soul upon the rack of passion! a secret?

Christ. I will know ibee - Bear him hence ! Art. To me it is—but you, perhaps, may Why, what are kings, if slaves can brave us guess.

thus? Gust. No, on niy word.

Go, Peterson, hold him to the rack-Tear, Aro. You too had your deliverer.

search him, Gust. A kind, but not a fair, one-Well, my Sting bim deepfriends,

(Exit PETERSON with ARVIDA guarded.

sumes

Came forth attended. Qnick amazement seiz'd Enter a MESSENGER.

Arvida at the sight; his steps took root, What wouldst thou, fellow ?

A tremor shook him ; and his altered cheek Mess. (), my sovereign lord,

Now sudden flush'd, then fled its wonted colour, I am come fast and far, from even 'till morn, While with an eager and intemperate look, Five times I've cross'd the shade of sleepless He bent his form, and hung upon her beauties. Impatient of thy presence.

(night, Christ. Ha! did our daughter note him? Christ. Whence ?

Peter. No, my lord : Mess. From Denmark.

She pass'd regardless. Straight his pride fell Commended from the consort of thy throne

from him, To speed and privacy.

And at her name he started ; Christ. Your words would taste of terror- Then heav'd a sigh, and cast a look to heaven,

Mess. A secret malady, my gracious liege, Of such a mute, yet eloquent, emotion, (vail'd, Some factious vapour, rising from off the skirts As seem'd to say-Now, Fate, thou hast preOf southmost Norway, has diffus'd its bane, And found one way to triumph o'er Arvida! And rages now within the heart of Denmark. Christ. But whither would this lead ?

Christ. It must not, cannot, 'tis impossible ! Peter. To this, my lordWhat, my own Danes !

While thus his soul's inseated, shook by

passion, Enter PETERSON, who kneels und gives a letter. Could we engage him to betray GustavusCHRISTIERN reads it.

Christ. O empty hope! impossible ! Christ. Gustavus !

Do I not know him, and the curs'd Gustavus ? So near us, and in arms!

(time ;| Both fix'd in resolution deep as hell. What's to be done? Now, Peterson, now's the

Peter. Ah, my liege, Waken all the wondrous statesman in thee.

No mortal footing treads so firm in virtue, This curs'd Gustavus

As always to abide the slippery path, Invades my shrinking spirits, awes my heart, Nor deviate with the bias. Some have few, And sits upon my slumbers--All in vain

But each man has his failing, some defect, Has he been daring, and have I been vigilant; Wherein to slide temptation.- Leave him to me. He stilt evades the hunter,

Christ. If thou canst bend this proud one to And, if there's power in heaven or hell, it our purpose, guards him.

And make the lion crouch, 'tis well-if not, 'His pame's a host, a terror to my legions. Away at once, and sweep him from rememAnd by my triple crown, I swear, Gustavus,

brance. I'd rather meet all Europe for my foe,

Peter. Then I must promise deep. Than see thy face in arms!

Christ. Ay, any thing; outbid ambition. Peter. Be calm, my liege,

Peter. Love?- And listen to a secret big with consequence,

Christ. Ha! yes--our daughter too-if she That gives thee back the second man on earth

can bribe him: Whose valour could plant fears around thy But then to win him to betray his friend ! Thy prisoner

(throne : Peter. Oh, doubt it not, my lord: for if he Christ. What of him?

loves, Peter. The Prince Arvida.

As sure he greatly does, I have a stratagem Christ. How !

That holds the certainty of fate within it. Pcter. The same.

Love is a passion whose effects are various. Christ. My royal fugitive!

It ever brings some change upon the soul, Peter. Most certain.

Some virtue, or some vice, 'till then unknown, Christ. Now, then, 'tis plain who sent bim Degrades the hero, and makes cowards hither.

valiant. Peter. Yes.

Christ. True; when it pours upon a youthPray give me leave, my lord-a thought comes ful temper, cross me;

Opep and apt to take the torrent in, If so, he must be ours

(Pauses. It owns no limits, no restraint it knows, Your pardon for a question--Has Arvida But sweeps all down, though Heaven and Hell -E'er seen your beauteous daughter, your

oppose.

[Exeunt. Christina ? Christ. Never-yes-possibly he might, that

SCENE II.-A Prison. day When the proud pair, Gustavus and Arvida,

Arvida discovered in chains ; Guards preparing Through Copenhagen drew a length of chain,

instruments of deuth and torture.-.He advances And graced my chariot wheels. But why the

in confusion. question ?

Arv. Off, off vain cumbrance, ye conflicting Peter. I'll tell you : while even now he stood thoughts!

[be before us,

Leave me to Heaven.--O peace !-It will not I mark'd his high demeanour, and my eye Just when I rose above mortality,

[me! Claim'd some remembrance of him, though in To pour her wondrous weight of charms upon clouds

At such a time, it was-it was too much! Doubtful and distant, but a nearer view For every pang these tortur'd limbs shall feel, Renew'd the characters effac'd by absence. Descend in tenfold blessings on Gustavus ! Yet, Icst he might presume upon a friendship Yes, bless him, bless him! Crown his hours Of ancient league between us, I dissembled,

[quest; Nor seem'd to know him. On he proudly His head with glory, and his arms with constrode,

Set his firm foot upon the neck of tyrants, As who should say,-back, fortune, know thy And be his name the balm of every lip distance !

That breathes through Sweden! Wortbiest to Thus steadily he pass'd, and mock'd his fate.

be styled

(king! When, lo! the princess to her morning walk Their friend, their chief, their father, and their

with joy,

Enter PETERSON.

Peter. The same.

Ary. His bride! Peter. Unbind your prisoner.

Peter. I say his bride, his wife ; his lov'd Arv. How !

Christina ! Peter. You have your liberty,

Christina, fancied in the very prime And may depart unquestion'd.

And youthful smile of nature ; form'd for joys Aro. Do not mock me, It is not to be thought, while power remains,

Unknown to mortals. You seem indispos'd.

Arv. The crime of constitution-Oh GustaThat Christiern wants a reason to be cruel.

vus !

[Aside. But let him know, I would not be oblig'd. This is too much !-And think you then, my He, who accepts the favours of a tyrant,

lord Shares in his guilt; they leave a stain behind What, will the royal Christiern e'er consent them.

To match
his daughter with his

deadliest foe? Peter. You wrong the native temper of his Peter. What should he do? War else must soul;

be eternal. Cruel of force, but never of election :

Besides, some rumours from bis Danish realms Prudence compell’d him to a show of tyranny; Make peace essential here. Howe'er, those politics are now no more, Arv. Yes, peace has sweets And mercy in her turn shall shine on Sweden. That Hybla never knew; it sleeps on down, Ar. Indeed ! it were a strange, a bless'd Cull'd gently from beneath the cherub's wings; reverse,

No bed for mortals-Man is warfare.-All Devoutly to be wish'd: but then, the cause, A hurricane within; yet friendship stoops, The cause my lord, must surely be uncom- And gilds the gloom with falsehood — UnMay I presume ?

(mon.

done! undone Arvida !Perhaps a secret? Peter. Noor, if it were,

Peter. Is't possible, my lord! the prince Ar.

vida! My friend ! [Embraces him. The boldness of thy spirit claims respect, Arv. Confusion to the name! [Turns. And should be answered.-Know, the only Peter. Why this, good Heaven? And where. man,

fore thus disguis'd ? In whom our monarch ever knew repulse,

Aro. Yes, that accomplish'd traitor, that Is now our friend; that terror of the field,

Gustavus ;.

[piness, Th’invincible Gustavus.

While he sat planning private scenes of hapArt. Ha! Friend to Christiern?-Guard Oh, well dissembled ! he, he sent me hither; thyself, my heart!

My friendly, unsuspecting heart a sacrifice, Nor seem to take alarm—[Aside.]—Why, good To make death sure,

and rid him of a rival. my lord,

Peter. A rival! Do you then love ChrisWhat terror is there in a wretch proscrib'd,

tiern's daughter? Naked of means, and distant as Gustavus ?

Arv. Name her not, Peterson, since she Peter. There you mistake-Nor knew we,

can't be mine :

[me! till this hour,

Gustavus ! how, ah! how hast thou deceiv'd The danger was so near. From yonder hill Who could have look'd for falsehood from thy He sends proposals, back'd with all the powers brow,

(virtue! Of Dalecarlia, those licentious resolutes, Who, having nought to hazard in the wreck,

Whose heavenly, arch was as the throne of Are ever foremost to foment a storm.

Thy eye appeard a sun, to cheer the world,

Thy bosom truth's fair palace, and thy arms, Aro. I were too bold to question on the Benevolent, the harbour for mankind. terms.

Peter. What's to be done? Believe me, Peter. No-trust me, valiant man, whoe'er valiant prince,

[terests, thou art,

I know not which most sways me to thy inI would do much to win a worth like thine,

My love to thee, or hatred to Gustavus. By any act of service, or of confidence.

Arv. Would you then save me? Think, conThe terms Gustavus claims, indeed, are trive it quickly! (vengeance, haughty;

Lend me your troops- -- by all the powers of The freedom of his mother, and his sister,

Myself will face this terror of the North, His forfeit province, Gothland, and the isles

This son of fame-this-0, Gustayus-What? Submitted to his sceptre -But the league, Where had I wander'd-Stab my bleeding The bond of amity and lasting friendship,

country! Is, that he claims Christina for his bride.

Save, shield me from that thought! You start, and seem surpris’d.

Peter. Retire, my lord; Aro. A sudden pain

[lord, For, see, the princess comes ! Just struck athwart my breast.-But say, my Arv. Where, where ? I thought you nam'd Christina ?

Ha! Yes, she comes indeed! her beauties Peter. Yes.

drive Arv. O torture !

[Aside. Time, place, and truth, and circumstance beWhat of her, my good lord ?

fore them!

[her! Peter. I said, Gustavus claim'd her for his Perdition pleases there-pull-tear me from bride.

Yet must I gaze_but one-but one look more, Arv. His bride! his wife !

And I were lost for ever.

[Exeunt. You did not mean his wife ?-Do fiends feel this?

[Aside.

SCENE III.-An Apartment in CHRISTIERN'S Down, heart, nor tell thy anguish !--Pray ex

Palace. cuse me, Did you not say, the princess was his wife ?

Enter CHRISTINA and MARIANA. Whose wife, my lord? Peter. I did not say what was, but what Christina. Forbid it, shame! Forbid it, virmust be.

gin modesty ! Arr. Touching Gustavus, was it not? No, no my friend, Gustavus ne'er shall know

(it.

0! I am over paid with conscious pleasure : When sudden, as by force, he turn'd away, The sense but to have say'd that wondrous And would no more behold me.

man, Is still a smiling cherub in my breast,

Enter LAERTES. And whispers peace within.

Laer. Ah, bright imperial maid! my royal Mar. 'Tis strange, a man, of his high note

mistress! and consequence,

Christina. What wouldst thou say? Thy Should so evade the busy search of thousands;

looks speak terror to me. That six long months have shut him from in

Laer. Oh, you are ruin'd, sacrific'd, undone ! quiry,

I heard it all; your cruel, cruel father, And not an eye can trace him to his covert.

Has sold you, given you up a spoil to treason, Christina. Once 'twas not so; each infant The purchase of the noblest blood on earthlisp'd, Gustavus !

Gustavus ! It was the favourite name of every language,

Christina. Ah! What of him? Where, where His slightest motions fill'd the world with

is he? tidings;

Laer. In Dalecarlia, on some great design, Wak'd he, or slept, fame watch'd th' impor- Doom'd in an hour to fall by faithless hands : tant hour,

His friend, the brave, the false, deceiv'd ArAnd nations told it round.

vida," Mar. Madam, I've heard, that when Gustavus lay detain'd in Denmark,

Even now prepares to lead a band of ruffians Yoar royal father sought the hero's friendship, And seize Gustavus, obvious to the snares

Beneath the winding covert of the hill,
And offer'd ample terms of peace and amity.
Christina. He did; he offer'd that, my Ma-

Of friendship’s fair dissemblance. And your

father riana, For which contending monarchs sued in vain; The purchase of his falsehood.

Has vow'd your beauties to Arvida's arms, He offer'd me, his darling, his Christina ;

Christina. Shield me, Heaven! But I was slighted, slighted by a captive,

Is there ro let, no means of quick prevention ? Though kingdoms sweil'd my dower. Mar, Amazement fix me!

Laer. Behold my life, still chain'd to thy

direction; Rejected by Gustavus ! Christina. Yes, Mariana ; but rejected That breathes thy mandate.

My will shall have a wing for every word nobly.

(try! Not worlds could win him to betray his coun- Alas! I fear to overtask thy friendship. . [ily!

Christina. Will you, good Laertes ?. Had he consented, I had then despis'd him.

Say, will you save me then-Oh, go, haste, What's all the gaudy glitter of a crown?

Acquaint Gustavus- -if, if he must

fall, What, but the glaring meteor of ambition, That leads a wretch benighted in his errors,

Let hosts that hem this single lion in, nobly.

Let nations hunt him down let him fall Points to the gulf, and shines upon destruc

Laer. I go, and Heaven direct me to him.

[Erit. Mar. You wrong your charms, whose power might reconcile

[you ?

Christina. Ye powers! if deaf to all the vows

I make, Things opposite in Nature- -Had he seen Yet shield Gustavus, for Gustavus' sake; Christina. I'll tell thee- -Yet while inex- Protect his virtues from a faithless foe,

pert of years, I heard of bloody spoils, the waste of war,

And save your only image left below. (Exeunt. And dire conflicting man ; Gustavus' name

ACT III. Superior rose, still

dreadful in the tale : Then first he seiz'd my infancy of soul, As somewhat fabled of gigantic fierceness,

SCENE I.-Mountains of Dulecarlia. Too huge for any form ; he scar'd my sleep,

Enter Gustavus as a peasant; SIVARD and . And fill'd my young idea. Not the boast

Dalecarlians following. Of all his virtues (graces only known To him and heavenly natures !) could erase Gust. Ye men of Sweden, wherefore are ye The strong impression, 'till that wondrous day

come? In which he met my eyes.

See ye pot yonder, how the locusts swarm, What then was my amazement! he was To drink the fountains of your honour up, chain'd:

And leave your hills a desert ?- Wretched Was chain'd! Like the robes

men! Of coronation, worn by youthful kings, Why came ye forth? Is this a time for sport? He drew his shackles. The Herculean nerve Or are ye met with song and jovial feast, Brac'd his young arm; and, soften'd in his To welcome your new guests, your Danish cheek,

visitants ?

[feet, Lived more than woman's sweetness! Then To stretch your supple necks beneath their his eye!

And fawning lick the dust?-Go, go my His mien ! his native dignity! He look'd,

countrymen, As though he had captivity in chains, Each to your several mansions, trim them out, And we were slaves around.

Cull all the tedious earnings of your toil, Mar. Did he observe you?

To purchase bondage.-Bid your blooming Christina. He did : for, as I trembled, look'd,

daughters, and sigh’d,

[me. And your chaste wives, to spread their beds His eyes met mine; he fix'd their glories on

with softness; Confusion thrill’d me then, and secret joy, Then go ye forth, and with your proper hands Fast throbbing, stole its treasures from my Conduct your masters in; conduct the sons heart,

[son. Of lust and violation-0, Swedes ! Swedes! And, mantling upward, turn'd my face to crim- Heavens! are ye men, and will ye suffer this ? I wish'd--but did not dare to look-he gaz’d; There was a time, my friends, a glorious time!

tion.

When, had a single man of your forefathers The knowledge of a soldier? That great day, Upon the frontier met a host in arms,

When Christiern, in his third attempt on His courage scarce had turn'd; himself had

Sweden, stood,

Had summ'd his powers, and weigh'd the Alone had stood, the bulwark of his country.

scale of fight; Come, come ye on then. Here I take my On the bold brink, the very push of conqnest, stand?

Gustavus rush'd, and bore the battle down; Here on the brink, the very verge, of liberty; In his full sway of prowess, like Leviathan Although contention rise upon the clouds, That scoops his foaming progress on the main, Mix heaven with earth, and roll the ruin on- And drives the shoals along-forward ward,

sprung, Here will I fix, and breast me to the shock, All emulous, and lab'ring to attend him; Till I or Denmark fall,

Fear fled before, behind him rout grew loud, Siv. And who art thou,

And distant wonder gaz'd.At length he That thus wouldst swallow all the glory up,

turn'd, That should redeem the times? Behold this And having eyed me with a wondrous look breast,

[slaves Of sweetness mix'd with glory-Grace inesThe sword has till'd it; and the stripes of

timable !

[arm, Shall ne'er trace honour here; shall never blot He pluck'd this bracelet from his conquering The fair inscription. -Never shall the cords And bound it here.-My wrist seem'd treble Of Danish insolence bind down these arms,

nerv'd : That bore my royal master from the field. My heart spoke to him, and I did such deeds Gust. Ha? Say you, brother? Were you As best might thank' him.-But from that there.-Oh, grief!

bless's day Where liberty and Stenon fell together? I never saw him more-yet still to this, Siv. Yes, I was there.—A bloody field it I bow, as to the relics of my saint: was,

Each morn I drop a tear on every bead, Where conquest gasp'd, and wanted breath Count all the glories of Gustavus o'er, to tell

[king, And think I still behold him. Its o'er-toil'd triumph. There our bleeding Gust. Rightly thought; There Stenon on this bosom made his bed, For so thou dost, my soldier. And, rolling back his dying eyes upon me,

Behold your general, Soldier, he cried, if e'er it be thy lot

Gustavus! come once more to lead you on To see my gallant cousin, great Gustavus, To laurel'd victory, to fame, to freedom! Tell him--for once, that I have fought like Siv. Strike me, ye powers SIt is illusion And would like him have[him, It cannot-It is, it is!

(all ! Conquer'd.

(Falls and embraces his knees. Gust, Oh, Danes ! Danes !

Gust. On, speechless eloquence ! You shall weep blood for this. Shall they not Rise to my arms, my friend. brother?

(geance, Siv. Friend ! say you, friend?
Yes, we will deal our might with thrifty ven- O, my heart's lord ! my conqueror!. my-
A life for every blow, and, when we fall, Gust. Approach, my fellow soldiers, your
There shall be weight in't; like the tott'ring

Gustavus
That draw contiguous ruin. [towers, Claims no precedence here.
Siv. Brave, brave man!

Haste, brave men !
My soul admires thee.-By my father's spirit, Collect your friends, to join us on the instant;
I would not barter such a death as this Summon our brethren to their share of con-
For immortality! Nor we alone-

quest, Here be the trusty gleanings of that field, And let loud écho, from her circling hills, Where last we fought for freedom ; here's rich Sound freedom, till the undulation shake poverty,

(panions; The bounds of utmost Sweden. Though wrapp'à in rags, my fifty brave com

[Exeunt Dalecarlians, shouting. Who through the force of fifteen thousand foes Bore off their king, and sav'd his great re

Enter LAERTES. mains.

Laer. Thy presence nobly speaks the man I Cust. Why, captain,

[quer.

wish, Gustavus. We could but die alone, with these we'll con- Gust. Thou hast a hostile garb; My fellow lab'rers to What say ye, friends? Ha! say-art thou Laertes ? If I'err not, Shall we not strike for't ?

There is a friendly semblance in that face,' Sir. Death! Victory or death!

Which answers to a fond impression here, All. No bonds! no bonds !

And tells me I'm thy debtor Arr. Spoke like yourselves.-Ye men of Laer. No, valiant prince, you over-rate my Dalecarlia,

service; Brave men and bold ! Whom every future age There is a worthier object of your gratitude, Shall mark for wondrous deeds, achievements Whom yet you know not.-Oh, I have to tell

But then, to gain your credit, must unfold From honour's dangerous summit, warriors What haply should be secret.

- Be it so ; Say, might ye choose a chief

(all! You are all honour. Speak, name the man,

Gust. Let me to thy mind, Who then should meet your wish ?

For thou hast wak'd my soul into a thought Sid. Forbear the theme.

(weight That holds me all attention.
Why wouldst thou seek to sink us with the Laer. Mightiest man!
Of grievous recollection? Oh, Gustavus ! To me alone you held yourself oblig'd
Could the dead wake, thou wert the man. For life and liberty: ---Had it been

so, Gust. Didst thou know Gustavus ?

I were more bless'd, with retribution just Siv. Know him! Oh, Heaven! what else, To pay thee for my own.-For on the day who else was worth

When by your arm the mighty Thraces fell,

won

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