Let Townsend, Sunderland, be there,
Or Robin Walpole in the chair.

Or fend me to a club of Tories,

That damn and curfe at Marlborogh's glories,
And drink-but fure none fuch there are!-
The Devil, the Pope, and rebel Mar ;
Yet still my loyalty I'll boast,

King George fhall ever be my toast;
Unbrib'd his glorious caufe I'll own,
And fearless fcorn each traitor's frown.

APOLLO

"Protinus alter amat, fugit altera nomen amantis."

OVID.

SCENE, THE VALLEY OF TEMPE, IN THESSALY.

APOLLO AND DAPHN E.

THE FIRST SCENE IS A RIVER.

PNNEUS, a River-God, appears on a bed of rushes, leaning on his urn. He rifes and comes forward, his head crowned with rushes and flowers, a reed in his hand.

H

PENEUS.

OW long muft Peneus chide in vain,
His daughter's coynefs and difdain?

Through Tempe's pleasant vales and bowers
As my full urn its current pours,
In every plain, from every grove,
I hear the fighs of flighted love?
And on my ruthy banks the Sylvans cry
Why ever cruel, Daphne, why?
But fee fhe comes, the beauteous cause;
Daphne, my juft commands attend,

Hear me, thy father and thy friend,
And yield at laft to Love and Hymen's laws.

DAPHN E.

O Peneus, urge this cruel fuit no more.

Have I not to Diana fwore?

Behold

Behold again to her I bow,

Devoted ever to remain

A virgin of her fpotlefs train,

Hear, Cynthia, and confirm my vow.

How happy are we,

How airy, how free,

That rove through the woods and the plains!

In vain the blind boy

Our hearts would decoy,

We fcorn all his joys and his pains.

PENEUS.

[Exit Daphne.

Rah maid, return

What haft thou fworn?

With thee fhall Peneus' race expire?
Then hear once more thy flighted fire,
And know, thy fatal vow draws down
The curfe of Heaven, a father's frown,
And fure deftruction waits thy fcorn.

Feeble Cupid! vain deceiver!
What avails thy boafted quiver ?
Where are all thy conquering arts?

They that fly thee