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AIR XIX. The Abbot of Canierhury,
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Chorus J Take^ attdufe us^ andprove^ a whole Month for your hove ^
of all. ^ Hovj much we deferve^ and how well we canferve ;
^ IVe fit' er from our Faith^ or our Duty willfwerve.
A C T IL S C E N E I.
SCENE the Road before the Houfe.
Bru(h alone.
SURELY I was not born to longe away my Hoars in the
lazy and low Roguery of a Footman; this enterprizing
Spirit of mine wouM have (hone in high Life, it might have
blaz'd in Publick, and fliewn a Genius for general Plunder.
My Qualifications lye dead for want of Opportunity to exert
them: I am virtuous only for want of a laudable Temptation;
for I feel, by certain Symptoms, that could I find a Prize worth
feizing, my Brute wou'd take the Snaffle in his Teeth, and run
full fpeed away with me : But the Booty muft be a good one ;
for I have obferved, your fmall Felons only fufFer, Vermin who
Plunder to Eat.
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