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THE MARTYR: A DRAMA.
Who to fair Venus lib'ral off'ring gives,
Enrich'd with love and sweet affection lives.
Then, be your praises still our sacred theme,
O Venus, Bacchus, Mars, and Jove supreme!
PONTIFF.
Bless'd in the high protection of her gods,
The sovereign warrior-nation of the world;
And, favour'd by great Jove and mighty Mars,
So may she triumph still, nor meanly stoop
To worship strange and meaner deities,
Adverse to warlike glory.
[Exit, with his train.
FIRST OFFICER.
SECOND OFFICER.
Tho' utter'd graciously.
FIRST OFFICER.
Because of late so many valiant soldiers
Have proselytes become to this new worship;
A worship too, as he insinuates,
Unsuited to the brave.
THIRD OFFICER.