Enter Pohetohee, Cawwawkee, Polly, &c. with the Indian army drawn up against the Pirates. Pob. Our hearts are all ready. The enemy halts Let the trumpets give the fignal. AIR LIV. The Marlborough. Car. We the fword of justice drawing, Lay them low, On then, and ftrike the blow. Hark! victory calls us. See guilt is difmay'd: In your hands are your lives and your liberties The courage of virtue was never repell'd. Pir. Our chief demands a parley. Pob. Let him advance. Mor. Pob. Art thou, Morano, that fell man of prey? Tremble and obey. Art thou great Pohetohee ftyl'd? The fame. Mor. Thou know'ft then, king, thy fon there, was my prifoner. Pay us the ranfom we demand, allow us fafe paffage to our fhips, 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 base and ignominious. Tremble at the fword of justice, rapacious brute. AIR AIR LV. Les rats. Mor. Know then, war's my pleasure. Both thy heart and treasure You, like a miser, scraping, hiding, Rob all the world; you're but mines of gold. War is by kings held right-deciding; Then to arms, to arms; With this fword I'll force your hold. By thy obstinacy, king, thou haft provok'd thy fate; and fo expect me. Pob. Rapacious fool; by thy avarice thou fhalt pe rifli. Mor. Fall on. Pob. For your lives and liberties. [Fight, Pirates beat off. Enter Ducat. Duc. A flight wound now would have been a good certificate; but who dares contradict a foldier? 'Tis 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 should 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 aftonishes 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 should have fewer good characters in the world than we have, AIR LVI. Mad Robin. How faultlefs does the nymph appear, Her wrinkles, cracks, and flaws. 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. Pob. Had Morano been taken or flain, our victory had been complete. Duc. A hare may escape from a maftiff. I could not be a greyhound too. Pob. How have you difpos'd of the prifoners? Caw. They are all under fafe guard, till the king's juftice, 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 so warmly in his fafety, that you muft 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; Sad murmur repeating, Indulging his grief for his confort aftray; For force or death only could keep her away. 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. Poh. 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 embezzle fome plunder which by right should be may mine. Enter Indian. [Exit. Ind. The youth, Sir, with a party is juft return'd from the purfuit. He's here to attend your majesty'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. Carw. -My fond heart is at rest. Polly. Friendship thus receives it guest. Polly. Caw. Now the triumph's great. 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. efcap d, juftice only referves him to be ther hand. If Morano hath panifl'd by ano Polly. In the rout, Sir, I overtook him, flying with all the cowardice of guilt upon him. Thoufands 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 out out under strict guard, till I receiv'd your majesty's commands for his difpofal. Pob. Sure this youth was fent me as a guardian. Let your prifouer be brought before us. Enter Morano guarded. › Mor. Here's a young treacherous dog now, who hangs the husband to come at the wife. There are wives in the world, who would have undertaken that -affair to have come at him. Your fon's liberty, to be fure, you think better worth than mine; fo that I .allow you a good bargain if I take my own for his ranfom, without a gratuity. You know, king, he is my debtor. Pob. He hath the obligations to thee of a fheep who hath escap'd out of the jaws of the wolf, beast of prey! Mor. Your great men will never own their debts, that's certain. Pob. Trifle not with juftice, impious man. Your barbarities, your rapine, your murderes are now at an end. in Mor. Ambition must take its chance. If I die, I die AIR LIX. Parfon upon Dorothy. For fatal blood and wounds. The men, who with advent'rous dance, Muft own they have the frequent chance Since rarely then Ambitious men, Like others, lofe their breath; Like these, I hope, They know a rope Is but their natural death. We |