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Third Song after the third Act:.
Chorus of Roman Senators.
Wisdom it self a Guide does need:
That a worse Ca far would succeed. And are we under such a hopeless Curse, .. That we can never Change, but for the worse?
Under Pretence of necessary Force
These, without Blushes, or Remorse,
The Gauls themselves, our greatest Foes,
We little thought, when Casar bled,
That Casar with Ambitious Thoughts
These equal him in all his Faults, . •
That Free-born Spirits shou'd obey
Too late we now repent our hasty Choice j
In vain bemoan so quick a Turn; Dejected Rome cries with united Voice,
Better, a thousand times, that we had born
Our |lls a while, with Patience, and with Ease,
Than try'd a Fatal Cure much worse than our
Fourth Song after thefourth Act.
Chorus of Soldiers in the Army of Brutus and
UR Vows thus chearfully we sing,
Let all the Neighb'ring Ecahoes ring * * With Wishes for our Country's Good!' And, for Reward, of the just Gods we claim ■ A Life with Freedom, or a Death with Fame.
May Rome be freed from War's Allarms, ^
And Mulcts too heavy to be born:
May me no more confide in Friends
Than only, for their private Ends, c
Our greatest Patriots Jove restrain
From Faction, which they Wisdom call; From the low Thoughts of little Gain, r And hazarding the losing all.
And, for Reward, j •u .' :yi"a'.~ .
Our Arms we'll eagerly prepare,' V:
All disingag'd from future .Care^. :Cl]
\ 11/ f: They They Fight, Oppression to increase;