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Published as the Act directs, by Harrison & Co June 1,1782.

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Fix'd as a pilgrim wilder'd in his way,

Who dares not ftir by night for fear to ftray,

But ftands with awful eyes to watch the dawn of day.

At length awaking, Iphigene the fair,

(So was the beauty call'd who caus'd his care)
Unclos'd her eyes, and double day reveal'd,
While thofe of all her flaves in fleep were seal'd.
The flavering cudden, propp'd upon his staff,
Stood ready gaping with a grinning laugh,
To welcome her awake, nor durft begin

To speak, but wifely kept the fool within.

Then she; What makes you, Cymon, here alone!' (For Cymon's name was round the country known, Because defcended of a noble race,

And for a foul ill-forted with his face.)

But ftill the fot ftood filent with furprize,
With fix'd regard on her new open'd eyes,
And in his breaft receiv'd th' invenom'd dart,
A tickling pain that pleas'd amid the smart.
But, conscious of her form, with quick distrust,
She faw his sparkling eyes, and fear'd his brutal luft.
This to prevent, fhe wak'd her fleepy crew,
And rifing hafty, took a fhort adieu.

Then Cymon first his ruftick voice effay'd,
With proffer'd service to the parting maid,
To fee her fafe; his hand fhe long deny'd,
But took at length, afham'd of fuch a guide.
So Cymon led her home, and leaving there,
No more would to his country clowns repair;
But fought his father's house with better mind,
Refufing in the farm to be confin'd.

The father wonder'd at the fon's return,
And knew not whether to rejoice or mourn:
But doubtfully receiv'd, expecting ftill

To learn the fecret caufes of his alter'd will.

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Nor was he long delay'd: the first request
He made, was like his brothers to be dress'd,
And, as his birth requir'd, above the rest.

With ease his fuit was granted by his fire,
Diftinguishing his heir by rich attire:
His body thus adorn'd, he next defign'd
With lib'ral arts to cultivate his mind;
He fought a tutor of his own accord,
And study'd leffons he before abhorr'd.

Thus the man-child advanc'd, and learn'd so fast,
That in fhort time his equals he furpass'd.
His brutal manners from his breast exil'd,
His mien he fafhion'd, and his tongue he fil'd;
In every exercife of all admir'd,

He feem'd, nor only feem'd, but was infpir'd:
Inspir'd by love, whose business is to please ;
He rode, he fenc'd, he mov'd with graceful ease.
More fam'd for fenfe, for courtly carriage more,
Than for his brutal folly known before.

What then of alter'd Cymon fhall we fay,
But that the fire, which choak'd in afshes lay,
A load too heavy for his foul to move,

Was upward blown below, and brush'd away by love!
Love made an active progress through his mind,

The dufky parts he clear'd, the gross refin'd,
The drowsy wak'd; and as he went imprefs'd
The Maker's image on the human breast.
Thus was the man amended by defire,
And tho' indeed he lov'd with too much fire,
His father all his faults with reason scann'd,
And lik'd an error of the better hand;
Excus'd th' excefs of paffion in his mind,
By flames too fierce, perhaps too much refin'd:
So Cymon, fince his fire indulg'd his will,
Impetuous lov'd, and would be Cymon ftill;

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Galefus

Galefus he difown'd, and chose to bear

The name of fool confirm'd, and bishop'd by the fair.
To Cipfeus, by his friends, his fuit he mov'd;
Cipfeus, the father of the fair he lov'd:

But he was pre-engag'd by former ties,
While Cymon was endeavouring to be wife;
And Iphigene, oblig'd by former vows,
Had giv'n her faith to wed a foreign spouse;
Her fire and fhe to Rhodian Pafimond,
Though both repenting, were by promife bound,
Nor could retract; and thus, as fate decreed,
Though better lov'd, he fpoke too late to speed.
The doom was paft, the ship already fent
Did all his tardy diligence prevent.
Sigh'd to herself, the fair unhappy maid,
While ftormy Cymon thus, in fecret, faid:
The time is come for Iphigene to find

The miracle fhe wrought upon my mind;

Her charms have made me man, her ravish'd love
In rank fhall place me with the bless'd above;

For mine by love, by force fhe fhall be mine,

• Or death, if force fhould fail, thall finish my design.'
Refolv'd he faid; and rigg'd with speedy care

A veffel ftrong, and well equipp'd for war:
The fecret fhip with chofen friends he stor❜d;
And, bent to die or conquer, went on board.
Ambush'd he lay behind the Cyprian fhore,
Waiting the fail that all his wishes bore;
Nor long expected, for the following tide
Sent out the hoftile ship and beauteous bride.
To Rhodes the rival bark directly steer'd,
When Cymon fudden at her back appear❜d,
And stopp'd her flight; then standing on his prow,
In haughty terms he thus defy'd the foe:

Or ftrike your fails at fummons, or prepare
To prove the laft extremities of war.'