O, let him 'fcape; who ne'er can wrong thee more! Orife-furpriz'd, my eye perceiv'd it not. one, I fought for freedom, not for hafte Ara. O great and good, and glorious to the la ft! I read thy foul, I fee the gen'rous conflict, And come to fix, not trouble thy repose. Cou'd you but know with what an eager I fprung to execute thy late commands; To fhield this lovely object of thy cares, And give her thus, all beauteous to thy eyes! For I've no blifs but thine, have loft the form Of ev'ry wish that's foreign to thy happiness. But, O, my King! my conqu'rer! my Guftavus! It grieves me much that thou must shortly mourn, Ev'n on the day in which thy country's freed. That crowns thy arms with conqueft and Cristina. Guf. Alas! your cheek is pale-You bleed, my broArv. I do indeed-to death. Guf. You have undone me : Rash, headstrong man! O was this well, Arvida? [ther! [Turns from bsm, Arv. Pardon, Guftavus! mine's the common lot, The fate of thousands fall'n this day in battle. Turn, thou beloved, thou honour'd next to heav'n! Who never more fhall wrong thee. Guf, Guf. O Arvida! Friend! Friend! [Turns and embraces him. Arv. Thy heart beats comfort to me! in this breast, Let thy Arvida, let thy friend survive. O, ftrip his once lov'd image of its frailties, That may give thee affliction- Do, Gustavus; Art all the care and bufinefs-of Arvida. [Dies. Guf. Friend! brother! fpeak-He's gone-and here That's left of him who was my life's beft treasure. [is all How art thou fall'n, thou greatly valiant man! In ruin graceful, like the warrior spear Tho' fhiver'd in the duft-fo fall Gustavus→→→ But thou art fped, haft reach'd the goal before me ; Doft thou too weep? tranfcendent, lovelieft maid! Crif. O Guftavus ! A bofom pure like thine must foon regain Shall pour the balm of peace, fhall pay thee back Criftina. O-I must— Guf. No, thou art all that's left to fweeten life, And reconcile the wearied to the world. Criftina. It will not be Guf. You must. -I dare not hear I am thy fuppliant in my turn-but O My fuit is more, much more than life or empire, Nor Nor think alone to bear the palm of virtue, Thou, who haft taught the world, when duty calls, Guf. Yet flay-a moment-till my utt'ring heart Not if the heart, the arms of thy Gustavus Criftina. O delightful notes! That I do love thee, yes, 'tis true, my Lord, Had I ne'er lov❜d I might have ftay'd with honour. [Exit Guftavus looks after Cristina, then turns and looks on Arvida, -Anderson, Arnoldus, &c. advance. And. Behold, my Lord, behold the fons of war, Of triumph, turn'd to tears; while from that eye Arn. Wilt thou not cheer them, fay, thou great de Siv. O General ! ift Dale. King! 2d Dale. Brother! 3d Dale. Father! All. Friend! [liv'rer Guf. Guf. Come, come, my brothers all, yes I will strive To be the fum of every title to you; And you shall be my fire, my friend reviv'd, A Tragi A TRAGI-COMIC EPILOGUE, By Way of ENTERTAINMENT. By Mr. OG L E. Intended for Mr. Wright, Mrs. Giffard, and Mrs. Clive. Mr. WRIGHT. WELL, Ladies, to the court your plea fubmit, That (faid Criftina) wou'd his ruin crown; Mrs. GIFFARD. Our author on the brave and chofte relies; He thinks, the virtuous are the only wife. And, if his mufe, with voice exalted, fings, Of camps and courts, of minifters and kings, Yet, |