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292 THE POEMS OP ANNE �Blan. Why, let itt come, we have no other buisnesse, Tis the foundation of our sacred order. And though 'twas cheifly meant against the Turks, Yett he that asks us, what we shou'd not grant, 60 �By that, becomes as much our Country's foe. The war, the war, I'm for the war, and scorn the proposition. �Aub. Carino says not so, the mention of itt Has chang'd the colour, from his youthfull cheeks. �Car. I hope I should not shun itt, out of fear. �Aub. What then Carino, care to keep thy beauty? �[Laying his hand on her head and stroaking her face. Thou art indeed, too handsome for the field, And 'twas such features, cross'd great Pompey's fortune, Loosing him at Pharsalia, half the world, Which till that time, he held in spite of Caesar. 70 �Vil. So, so, soft and gentle, a lovely woman truly, �[Aside to Lin. What fools were we, not to perceive it sooner. �Blanf. Was then my lord, that battle lost by beauty �Aub. O ! yes itt was, �For Juluis, marking how their troops came on, (Repelling with their beams, the sun's bright lustre, A golden army, and a feather'd war, Where ev'ry youth, to his complexion, match'd Colours, that best adorn'd and set it off) Call'd to his Vetterans, deform'd with scarrs, 80 �And bid 'em mark those faces, like their own; The stern command, as roughly was obey'd ; And now, assaulted in that seat of charms, Sooner they chose, to show the foe their backs, Then not before their Mistresse |~s], appear With those sweet looks, that drew their parting tears. But we loose time, Follow me Blanfort, and Monthaleon too, ��� �