England, bound in with the triumphant Sea,
Whofe rocky Shore beats back the envious Siege
Of Watry Neptune, is now bound in with Shame,
With inky Blots, and rotten Parchment Bonds.
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a fhameful Conqueft of herself.

Shakespear's K. Richard II,

LONDON:

Printed for J. MILLAN, at Charing-Cross,
M,DCC,XXXI.

Price One Shilling and Six-pence.

Spoken by Mr. FURNIVAL.

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IKE fome richTreafure, long conceal'd from fight, And by a chance unthought of brought to light, This noble Piece neglected long had lain;

But once more, rifes to adorn the Scene,
And as it once has pleas'd, hopes the fame Fate again.
So Small the Damage it from Time receiv'd,
The flighteft Touch the Injury retriev'd.
We change the Ancient for the Modern Drefs,
But not the Matter with more force exprefs:
The nervous Sentiment no Aid requires;
That boldly Speaks what Liberty infpires.
The British Conftitution, fo much priz'd,
You'll fee, by one bad Man was almoft facrific'd.
Grinding Oppreffion large Advances made,
And foul Corruption was become a Trade.
Our darling Liberty, our Rights, our Laws,
Subverted to fupport the Minion's Caufe.
Commerce Abroad, Science at Home declin'd,
And ev'ry boneft, English, Heart repin'd.
Mountacute, aided by a Patriot Band,
Thofe Guardian Angels of a finking Land,
Deploring their loy'd Country's wretched States
Bravely refolv'd to fnatch her from ber Fate:
At one bold Pufh her Liberties to fave,
Or in her Ruins find a glorious Grave.

The King is told the Royal Touth gives Ear, And like a prudent Monarch grants their Pray'r. The Laws revive-the Monfler is caft down: This faves the People's Freedom, and his own.

Our faithful Annals thus tranfmit to Fame, A Villain-Statefinan, not the King to blame.