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Ah! to Oriana fhine lefs fatal bright,

Cherish her heart, and nourish her delight,
Reftrain each cruel influence that destroys,

Blefs all her days, and ripen all her joys.

[Amadis addreffing to Conftantius.


Where fortune us'd to fmile upon defert,
Love had been yours; to die, had been my part :
Thus fate divides the prize; though beauty's mine,
Yet fame, our other miftrefs, is more thine.

[Conftantius rifes, looking sternly upon him.

Difdain not, gallant prince, a rival's praise,
Whom your high worth has humbled to confefs
In every thing, but love, he merits lefs.


Art thou that rival then? O killing fhame!
And has he view'd me thus, fo weak, so tame ?
Like a fcorn'd captive proftrate at his fide,
To grace his triumph, and delight his pride?
O'tis too much! and nature in difdain
Turns back from death, and firing every vein,
Reddens with rage, and kindles life again.
Be firm, my foul, quick from this fcene remove,
Or madness elfe may be too strong for love.



[Draws a dagger, and stands between Amadis and Oriana, facing Amadis.

Spent as I am, and weary'd with the weight

Of burthening life----I could reverfe my fate,
Thus planted, ftand thy everlafting bar;

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[Seizing Amadis, holding the dagger at his throat: Amadis

Struggles for his fword.

But for Oriana's fake 'tis better here.

[Looking back upon Oriana, ftabs himself; all run to support him.


Live, generous prince; fuch virtue ne'er fhould die.


I've liv'd enough, of all I wish poffest,
If, dying, I may leave Oriana bleft:
Nor can I now recall my fate----

Th' invader has too fure a footing found,

He fpreads his troops, and covering all around,
He marches unoppos'd: In every vein
Fevers affault, and phrenfies burn my brain.
The last warm drop forfakes my bleeding heart:
Oh Love! how fure a murderer thou art!


There breaks the nobleft heart that ever burn'd
In flames of love, for ever to be mourn'd.


Lavish to him, you wrong an equal flame;
Had he been lov'd, my heart had done the fame.


Oh emperor, all ages fhall agree,

Such, but more happy, fhould all lovers be.


No lover now throughout the world remains
But Amadis, deferving of your chains.
Remove that mournful object from the fight.


[Carry off the body. Ere

Ere yon' bright beam is shadow'd o'er with night,
The stubborn king fhall license your delight;
The torch, already bright with nuptial fire,
Shall bring you to the bridegroom you defire;
And honour, that fo long has kept in doubt,
Be better pleas'd to yield, than to hold out.

[Here an entertainment of mufick and dancing.

To be Jung.

Make room for the combat, make room,
Sound the trumpet and drum,

A fairer than Venus prepares

To encounter a greater than Mars.
Make room for the combat, make room,
Sound the trumpet and drum,

The gods of defire take part in the fray,
And Love fits like Jove, to decide the great day.
For the honour of Britain

This duel is fought!

Give the word to begin,

Let the combatants in ;
The challenger enters all glorious:
But Love has decreed,
Though Beauty may bleed,

Yet Beauty fhall ftill be victorious.


Make room for the combat, make room,

Sound the trumpet and drum:

A fairer than Venus prepares
To encounter a greater than Mars.

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Help help! th' unpractis'd conqueror cries;
He faints, he falls, help, help! Ah me! he dies.
Gently the tries to raise his head,

And weeps, alas! to find him dead.

Sound, found a charge, 'tis war again,

Again he fights, again is flain;

Again, again, help, help! fhe cries,

He faints, he falls, help, help: Ah me! he dies.

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Chorus Singing and Dancing.

Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure ;
Though cruel the pain is, how sweet is the cure!


So divine is the bleffing,

In the hour of poffeffing,

That one moment's obtaining

Pays an age of complaining.

Be true, all ye lovers, whate'er you endure;
Though cruel the pain is, how sweet is the cure!

[Here enter two parties from the oppofite fides of the theatre, with lances in their hands, marching to a warlike measure of trumpets, &c. Then run a tilt, and, having broken or quitted their lances, form divers combats with fword and buckler. The conquerors dance a meafure, expreffing their joy for vidory.

CHORUS to the Dance.

Amadis is the hero's glory,
Of endless fame a lasting story:
Amadis is the hero's glory.

Oriana is the queen of pleasure,

A light of love, to fhine for ever:

Oriana is the queen of pleasure.

[The entertainment concludes with variety of fongs and dances, after which the company rife and come forward.


So Phoebus mounts triumphant in the skies,
The clouds difperfe, and gloomy horror flies;
Darkness gives place to the victorious light,
And all around is gay, and all around is bright.



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