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24- TPIE FALL OF MORTIMER";
1 fmd mylclf enlarg'd : Each Artery
Beats double Time, as if my Spirits ftrove
To be in Ailion : My Father's Soul
Shoots in my Blood, aiid prompts to Refohrtion, ,
S'lrTho, Delam.' Ay, now, my Lord, youfpeak
yourfeif a King.
Do but appear with that Authority,
The Praife of Edward ev'ry Tongue will chartt,
Whilft raviOi'd Heaven does eccho back the Sounds
You can't want Hands for fuch a noble Work :
A Caufe like yours would fummon the juft Gods
With all their Thunder to the royal Aid.
Oh, let me kifs your facred Feet^ dear Prince \
Thcfe Words have added Years to my fick Life.
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Kiffg. He weeps •, indeed the honeft Man does
weep.
lR.ile, Delamore, for I will be myfelf.
And this vile Mortimer fliall down to Hell
All fpafe the Tree, whofe Branches ferve as Shade,-
Till the fpread Mifchiefs kill the Under-plaiits ;
Then ev'ry Man affifls to fell it down :
So this Colcjfus of the EngliJIo Kle,
Under whole Legs the talleft Ships muft pafs.
Ere they gain Harbour, ihall to Seas be hurled.
And in their Bottom find a Monument.
My Dream comes on apace, and I foretel
This Meeting ominous to Mortimer.
Myv/orthy Friends, be ftill about our Perfon,-
Send inftantly to Berkley, Exeter, [£xi/ Hollands
heicefter and Mordauni--YQ'u v/lthdraw with me ;-
Bufinefs I have requires your beft Advice j
For like the Mariner I fee from far,
A Storm is gathering in- the diflant Sky ;
But with thefe Veffels I can fear no Sea:
Th.e urmoil: Rigour of the Clouds I'll ftand.
Safe as iu'i ScUyS that picy us from- Land.
T \ Exeunt.
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