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Written by WILLIAM FAWKENER,

Esquire.
And spoken by Mr. WROUGHTON.

O

F modern, Tragic Bards how few are found Who dare to trust themselves on open ground ! In fiction's fortresses they love to lie, To coin their flimsy tales, and vainly try, To move your pallions by an idle shew. Of fancied sorrows, and ideal woe : To Greece, to France, to Italy they roam, To lead you as they please, when far from home, Our AUTHOR moves not from his native land ; Here in this LITTLB IBLE he takes his stand; Convinc'd, of tragic, as of comic store, No other nation ever yielded more; And FRIEND TO FREEDOM, he dildains the rules And narrow precepts of the foreign schools. No labour'd stratagem these scenes present; No sudden change, or unprepar'd event; With chafter art he writes not to the eyes, Nor wou'd he stoop to win you by surprise ; Yet hopes, with names familiar to your ears, To raise your horror, or draw down your tears. Tis true ELIZABETH's victorious hand From Spanish tyrants fay'd the threatn'd land ; Wife were her Counselors, her Warriors brave, But she was WOMAN Itill and Passion's slave. Fam'd as she was for policy and arms, she vainly claim'd pre-eminence of charms; See her with jealousy now frantic grown, Dread MARY's smiles, far more than Philip's frown; Is there among'rt you, who with stedfalt eye,

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