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SILVIA; Or,
A I R I. Since all the World's in Strife.
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The Man y by Foes furrounded,
Whilft with himfelfat Peace^
D auntie fs, and unconfounded.
Beholds their Rage increafe.
But oh ! the torturing Pain,
That racks his Heart and Brain^
Who, hourly with himfelfat War,
The Foe does in his Bofom bear ! — -.
Shall this Tempeft in my Breafl
E'er ceafe, and I have Reftl
E'er ceafe, and I have Reft}
SCENE II. Welford, and Jonathan.
Jonathan, Sir John tarries long.
Jon. That is not to be wonder'd at, when he is in fuch good
Company. I know my Matter never thinks himfelf fo happy,
as when he is with your fair Daughter.
Welf Jonathan, I have obferv'd, of all Sir John's Servants*,
that you, who, indeed, feem bed to deferve it, have the greateft
ihare in his Confidence and Favour: Now you are not ignorant
of my Friendfliip for your Matter, nor of his Pretentions of
Love to my Silvia; both which muft intereft me nearly in
every thing that relates to him. I have lately heard feme Re-
flections on his Conduct, that much alarm me. Yoo, if you
will, can fatisfy my Doubts, without Prejudice to your own
Fidelity, or your Matter's Honour.
Jon. Ay, dear Sir, I know that any Difcoveries, which I
might make to you, wou'd be as fate as in my own Bofom,
and all theUfe you wou'd make of 'em, wou'd be to improve
*€Hi 3 if poiTible, to my Matter's Advantage, arid not at all to my
Prejudice*