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By external fwelling: but fhe looks like sleep,
As fhe would catch another Antony

In her ftrong toil of grace.

DOL. -Here, on her breast,

There is a vent of blood, and something blown :
The like is on her arm.

1. G. —This is an afpick's trail; [pointing to the Floor.
And these fig-leaves have flime upon them, fuch
As the afpick leaves upon the caves of Nile,
CAS. Moft probable,

That fo fhe dy'd: for her phyfician tells me,
She hath purfu'd conclufions infinite
Of eafy ways to die. Take up her bed;
And bear her women from the monument:
She fhall be bury'd by her Antony :
No grave upon the earth fhall clip in it
A pair fo famous. High events as these
Strike those that make them: and their story is
No less in pity, than his glory, which

Brought them to be lamented. Our army fhall,
In folemn fhew, attend this funeral;
And then to Rome. Come, Dolabella, fee
High order in this great folemnity.

[Exeunt.

From the Prefs of DRYDEN LEACH,
in Crane Court, Fleet-fireet. Oct. 23, 1758.

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was nature's

By fome external fwelling: but fhe looks
Like fleep, as fhe &c.

To the right honourable, and worthy of

all Titles, the Countess of.

Why, from the throne where BEAUTY fits SUPREME and countless emanations deals below, infus'd and fix'd in Woman's fhining frame, doth fo large portion of his wonder flow? why, but to rule the tread of human woe, and point our erring feet where joys abide: But (ah, the pity!) to a traitor flame,

weak, wavering, wild, the heav'n-born ray is ty'd, and man, confiding man, from blifs eftranged wide.

Daughters of Britain, scorn the garish fire, exile the meteor to it's Pharian grave; fincerer flames from Virtue's heights afpire, that brighten beauty, and from forrow fave: High o'er the reft, fee, what fair hand doth wave a deathless torch; and calls you to the shrine, where only beauty only blifs entire !

follow the branch of much-lov'd's line, and from thofe altars mend, with her, the

ray

divine.

D&. 3d 1757.

IGNOTO.

The SONG at p. 39. being thought too short, an Addition was made to it while the Play was in Rehearsal, and it is perform'd as follows:

I.

Come, thou monarch of the vine,
plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne;
thine it is to cheer the foul,
made, by thy enlarging bowl,
free from wisdom's fond controul,
Bur. free from wisdom's fond controul.

2.

Monarch, come; and with thee bring
tiply dance, and revelling:

in thy vats our cares be drown'd;
with thy grapes our hairs be crown'd;
cup us, 'till the world go round,
Bur. cup us, 'till the world go round.

CORRIGENDA.

p. 26, 1. 7. r. of our
p. 30, 1. 32. r. well,

D°. l. 10. r. of your
p. 31, 1. 32. r. report:

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