AIR LII. To you, fair ladies.
By bolder fteps we win the race.
1ft Pir. Let's hafte where danger calls.
Unless ambition mend its pace,
It totters, nods, and falls.

Mor.

ift Pir. We muft advance or be undone.

Mor.

Think thus, and then the battle's won. Chorus. With a fa la la, &c.

Mor. You fee your booty, your plunder, gentlemen. The Indians are just upon us. The great muft venture death fome way or other, and the lefs ceremony about it, in my opinion, the better. But why talk I of death! Thofe only talk of it, who fear it. Let us all live and enjoy our conquefts. Sound the charge.

AIR LIII. Prince Eugene's march.

When the tyger roams,

And the timorous flock is in his view,

Fury foams,

He thirfts for the blood of the crew.
His greedy eyes he throws,

Thirst with the number grows,

On he pours, with a wide waste pursuing, Spreading the plain with a general ruin, Thus let us charge, and our foes o'erturn. Vander. Let us on, one and all!

ift Pir. How they fly, how they fall!

Mor. For the war, for the prize I burn.

Vander. Were they dragons, my lads, as they fit brooding upon treafure, we would fright them from

their nests.

Mor. But fee, the enemy are advancing to close engagement. Before the onfet, we'll demand a parley, and, if we can, obtain honourable terms-We are overpower'd by numbers, and our retreat is cut off.

Enter

Enter Pohetohee, Cawwawkee, Polly, &c. with the Indian army drawn up against the Pirates.

Poh. Our hearts are all ready. The enemy halts. Let the trumpets give the fignal."

AIR LIV. The Marlborough.

Caw. We the fword of justice drawing,
Terror caft in guilty eyes;
In its beam false courage dies;
'Tis like lightning keen and awing.
Charge the foe,

Lay them low,

On then, and strike the blow.

Hark! victory calls us. See guilt is difmay'd;
The villain is of his own confcience afraid.

In your hands are your lives and your liberties
held,

The courage of virtue was never repell❜d.

Pir. Our chief demands a parley.

Pob. Let him advance.

Art thou, Morano, that fell man of prey?
That foe to juftice?

Mor. Tremble and obey.

Pob.

Art thou great Pohetohee styl'd?

-The fame.
I dare avow my actions and my name.

Mor. Thou know't then, king, thy fon there, was my prifoner. Pay us the ranfom we demand, allow us fafe paffage to our hips, and we will give you your lives and liberty.

Pob. Shall robbers and plunderers prefcribe rules to right and equity? Infolent madman! Compofition with knaves is bafe and ignominious. Tremble at the sword of justice, rapacious brute.

AIR

AIR LV. Les rats.

Mor. Know then, war's my pleasure.

Am I thus controll'd?

Both thy heart and treasure
Ill at once unfold.

You, like a mifer, fcraping, hiding,

Rob all the world; you're but mines of gold.
Rage my breaft alarms,

War is by kings held right-deciding;

Then to arms, to arms;

With this fword I'll force your hold.

By thy obftinacy, king, thou haft provok'd thy fate; and fo expect me.

Pob. Rapacious fool; by thy avarice thou fhalt perifh.

Mor. Fall on.

Pob. For your lives and liberties.

[Fight, Pirates beat off.

Enter Ducat.

Tis

Duc. A flight wound now would have been a good certificate; but who dares contradict a foldier? your common foldiers who must content themselves with mere fighting; but 'tis we officers that run away with the most fame as well as pay. Of all fools, the foolhardy are the greateft, for they are not even to be trusted with themselves. Why fhould we provoke men to turn again upon us, after they are run away ? For my Own part, I think it wifer to talk of fighting, than only to be talk'd of. The fame of a talking hero will fatisfy me; the found of whofe valour amazes and aftonifhes all peaceable men, women, and children. Sure a man may be allow'd a little lying in his own praife, when there's fo much going about to his difcredit. Since every other body gives a man lefs praise than he deferves, a man, in juftice to himself, ought to make up deficiencies. Without this privilege, we fhould have fewer good characters in the world than we have,

AIR LVI. Mad Robin.

How faultlefs does the nymph appear,
When her own hand the picture draws!
But all others only fmear
Her wrinkles, cracks, and flaws.
Self-flattery is our claim and right,
Let men say what they will;
Sure we may fet our good in fight,
When neighbours fet our ill.

So, for my own part, I'll no more truft my reputation in my neighbour's hands, than my money; but will turn them both myself to the best advantage.

Enter Pohetohee, Cawwawkee, and Indians.

Poh. Had Morano been taken or flain, our victory had been complete.

Duc. A hare may escape from a mastiff. I could not be a greyhound too.

Pob. How have you difpos'd of the prisoners?

Caw. They are all under fafe guard, till the king's justice, by their exemplary punishment, deters others from the like barbarities.

Pob. But all our troops are not as yet return'd from the purfuit: I am too for fpeedy juftice, for in that there is a fort of clemency. Befides I would not have my private thoughts worried by mercy to pardon fuch wretches. I cannot be anfwerable for the frailties of my nature.

Caw. The youth who refcued me from thefe cruel men is miffing; and amidst all our fucceffes I cannot feel happiness I fear he is among the flain. My gratitude interested itself fo warmly in his fafety, that you must pardon my concern. What hath victory done for me? I have loft a friend.

AIR LVII. Thro' the wood, laddy.

As fits the fad turtle alone on the spray;
His heart forely beating,

Sad murmur repeating,

Indulging his grief for his confort aftray;
For force or death only could keep her away.

Now

t

Now he thinks of the fowler, and every fnare;

If guns have not flain her,

The net muft detain her,

Thus he'll rife in my thoughts, every hour with a tear, If fafe from the battle he do not appear.

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Pob. Dead or alive, bring me intelligence of him for I fhare in my fon's affliction. [Exit Indian. Duc. I had better too be upon the fpot, or my men may embezzle fome plunder which by right fhould be mine..

Enter Indian.

[Exit.

Ind. The youth, Sir, with a party is just return'd from the purfuit. He's here to attend your majefty's commands.

Enter Polly and Indian.

Caw. Pardon, Sir, the warmth of my friendship, if I fly to meet him, and for a moment intercept his duty. [Embracing.

AIR LVIII. Clafp'd in my dear Melinda's arms.

Polly. Victory is ours.

Caw.

-My fond heart is at reft.
Polly. Friendship thus receives it guest.
Caw. O what tranfport fills my breast!
Conqueft is compleat.

Polly.

Caw.

Now the triumph's great.

Polly. In your life is a nation bleft.
Caw. In your life I'm of all poffefs'd.

Pob. The obligations my fon hath receiv'd from you, makes me take a part in his friendship. In your fafety victory has been doubly kind to me. If Morano hath efcap d, juftice only referves him to be punish'd by another hand.

Polly. In the rout, Sir, I overtook him, flying with all the cowardice of guilt upon him. Thousands have falfe courage enough to be vicious; true fortitude is founded upon honour and virtue; that only can abide all tefts. I made him my prifoner, and left him with

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