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I know thee well, an earl thou art,
Lord Percy, fo am I.

But trust me, Percy, pity it were
And great offence, to kill
Any of these our harmless men,
For they have done no ill.

Let thou and I the battle try,
And fet our men afide;
Accurft be he, Lord Percy faid,
By whom it is deny'd.

When thefe brave men had diftinguished themselves in the battle, and in single combat with each other, in the midst of a generous parley, full of heroic fentiments, the Scotch earl falls; and with his dying words encourages his men to revenge his death, reprefenting to them, as the most bitter circumftance of it, that his rival faw him fall.

With that there came an arrow keen
Out of an English bow,

Which ftruck Earl Douglas to the heart
A deep and deadly blow.

Who never spoke more words than the fe,
Fight on, my merry-men all,
For why, my life is at an end,
Lord Percy fees my fall.

Merry-men, in the language of those times, is no more than a chearful word for companions and fellow foldiers. A paffage in the eleventh book of Virgil's Æneid is very much to be admired, where Camilla, in her laft agonies, instead of weeping

weeping over the wound he had received, as one might have expected from a warrior of her fex, confiders only (like the hero of whom we are now fpeaking) how the battle fhould be continued after her death.

Tum fic expirans, &c.

Zn. xỉ. 8zo

A gathering mift o'erclouds her chearful eyes;
And from her cheeks the rofy colour flies,
Then turns to her, whom of her female train,
She trufted moft, and thus fhe fpeaks with pain,
Acca, 'tis paft! he fwims before my fight,
Inexorable death; and claims his right.
Bear my laft words to Turnus; fly with fpeed,
And bid him timely to my charge fucceed:
Repel the Trojans, and the town relieve:
Farewel.-

DRYDEN.

Turnus did not die in fo heroic a manner; though our poet feems to have had his eye upon Turnus's fpeech in the last verse,

Lord Percy fees my fall.

--Vicifti, & victum tendere palmas
Aufonii videre

Æn. xii. 936.
The Latian Chiefs have feen me beg my life.

DRYDEN,

Earl Percy's lamentation over his enemy is generous, beautiful, and paffionate; I must only caution the reader not to let the fimplicity of the ftile, which one may well pardon in fo old a poet, prejudice him against the greatnefs of the thought.

Then

Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
The dead man by the hand,
And faid, Earl Douglas, for thy life
Would I had loft my land.

O Chrift! my very heart doth bleed
With forrow for thy fake;
For fure a more renowned knight
Mifchance did never take.

That beautiful line, Taking the dead man by the hand, will put the reader in mind of Æneas's behaviour towards Laufus, whom he himself had flain as he came to the rescue of his aged father.

At vero ut vultum vidit morientis, & ora
Ora modis Anchifiades pallentia miris ;
Ingemuit, miferans graviter, dexteramque tetendit.
Æn. xii. 822.

The pious prince beheld young Laufus dead;
He griev'd, he wept, then grafp'd his hand and faid,
DRYDEN.

&c.

I shall take another opportunity to confider the other parts of this old fong. C*.

*By ADDISON, dated, as the fignature feems to denote, from Chelsea. See N° 74; and final Note to N° 7.

*. At Drury-Lane, May 21, "The LIBERTINE DESTROYED." Don John by Mr. Mills; Jacomo, Mr. Johnfon; Antonio, Mr. Thurmond; Lopez, Mr. Bickerstaff; Francifco, Mr. Keen; Leonora, Mrs. Knight; Maria, Mrs. Porter; Octavia, Mifs Sherborne; Flavia, Mifs Willis; Shepherds, Mr. Norris, Mr. Leigh, Mr. Pack, and Mr. Burkhead. May 22, The Squire of Alfatia." SPECT. in folio.

N° 71.

N° 71. Tuesday, May 22, 1711.

Scribere juffit amor.

Love bade me write.

OVID. Epift. iv. 10.

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HE entire conqueft of our paffions is fo difficult a work, that they who defpair of it should think of a less difficult task, and only attempt to regulate them. But there is a third thing which may contribute not only to the ease, but alfo to the pleasure of our life; and that is refining our paffions to a greater elegance than we receive them from nature. When the paffion is Love, this work is performed in innocent, though rude and uncultivated minds, by the mere force and dignity of the object. There are forms which naturally create respect in the beholders, and at once inflame and chaftife the imagination. Such an impreffion as this gives an immediate ambition to deferve, in order to

The Squire by Mr. Bullock; Sir W. Belfond, Mr. Penkethman; Y. Belfond, Mr. Wilks; Sir Edw. B. by Mr. Keene; Trueman, Mr. Mills; Cheatly, Mr. Bickerstaff; Shamwell, Mr. Bullock, Jun.; Lolpoop, Mr. Crofs; Scrapeall, Mr. Norris; Ifabella, Mrs. Rogers; Terefa, Mrs. Oldfield; Mrs. Termagant, Mrs. Knight; Lucy, Mifs Sherburn; Ruth, Mrs. Powell; with dancing by Mrs. Bicknell.

On Thursday, May 24, "The Marplot," or Second Part of "The Bufy Body." The part of Marplot by Mr. Pack; Don Perriera, Mr. Dogget; Colon. Ravelin, Mr. Wilks; C. Gripe, Mr. Mills; D. Lopez, Mr. Bowen; Lorenzo, Mr. Norris; Madem. Joneton, Mrs. Bradfhaw; Ifabinda, Mrs. Porter; D Perriera, Mrs. Santlow; and Governante by Mrs. Willis. SPECT. in folio.

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please.

please. This caufe and effect are beautifully described by Mr. Dryden in the fable of “Cymon and Iphigenia." After he has represented Cymon fo ftupid, that

He whistled as he went, for want of thought; he makes him fall into the following scene, and shews its influence upon him so excellently, that it appears as natural as wonderful.

:

It happen'd on a summer's holiday,
That to the greenwood-fhade he took his way;
His quarter-staff, which he cou'd ne'er forfake,
Hung half before, and half behind his back.
He trudg'd along, unknowing what he fought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

By chance conducted, or by thirst constrain'd,
The deep receffes of the grove he gain'd;
Where in a plain, defended by the wood,
Crept thro' the matted grafs a crystal flood,
By which an alabafter fountain ftood:
And on the margin of the fount was laid
(Attended by her flaves) a fleeping maid,
Like Dian and her nymphs, when tir'd with sport,
To reft by cool Eurotas they refort:

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The dame herself the goddeis well exprefs'd,
Not more diftinguifh'd by her purple vest,
Than by the charming features of her face,
And e'en in flumber a fuperior grace;
Her comely limbs compos'd with decent care,
Her body fhaded with a flight cymarr;
Her bofom to the view was only bare:
The fanning wind upon her bofom blows,
To meet the fanning wind the bofom rofe;
The fanning wind and purling ftreams conti-
nue her repose.

The

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