Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/509

COUNTESS OP WINOHILSEA 371 �Art thou at length come back! �If 'twou'd not waste more time to blame thy stay, �Old loit'ring Man! I shou'd reprove thee for it. �Areas. 'Twas vain to move, 'till I had seen the utmost, �dim. The utmost! What was that, will they not Fight? Not Dye for such a General! �Areas. My Lord, they will not 10 �Tho' brave Alcander tries to urge their Fury, And wastes his own, to put new Life into them: Sometimes he weeps, and throws his Helmet from him, Kneels to his Troops, and wooes them to Compassion, Which draws a gen'ral sympathizing Show'r, And makes him think, he has obtain'd his Purpose: Then on his fiery Steed in haste he leaps, And cries, Come on; but not an Ensign waves, Or any Motion seconds the Design. �The Meaner sort cry out aloud for Pay, 20 �And mutiny to be discharg'd the Service. �dim. Base, mercenary Slaves! Yet these I'll use: The Gold and Jewels which my Father gave, Will fire their Souls, insensible of Duty ; And by it's aid, I'll gain what most I thirst for. A king his Claim but to one Kingdom lays, Wide as the Universe is boundless Praise. This shining Mass shall buy a glorious Name, They purchase all the World, who purchase Fame. �[He is going. �Areas. Since you're determin'd to attempt these Dangers, Let me declare the Time to be expir'd, 31 �Which bound you in your Promise to your Father: By Artifice I wrought you to believe Those Days remain'd, which are indeed run out. Your Soul may now be free, and Heaven protect you! �dim. For this discov'ry I'll return another ��� �