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PROLOGUE

We dread a while lest Beauty shou'd succeed,
And almost wish ev'n Virtue's self may bleed.
Mark well the black Revenge, the cruel Guile,
The Traytor-Fiend trampling the lovely Spoil
Of Beauty, Truth, and Innocence opprest,
Then let the Rage of Furies Fire your Breast.
Yet may his mighty Wrongs, his Just Disdain,
His bleeding Country, his lov'd Father slain,
His Martial Pride your Admiration raise,
And crown him with Involuntary Praise.

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