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The Maids Tragedy Alter'd.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Melantius, Sir, has let the people knowHow just you are, and how he's grac'd by you.The Town's appeas'd, and all the air does ringWith repetitions of Long live the King.
Luc. Sir, let us to the Sacred Temple go,That you are safe our Joys and Thanks to shew.
King. Of all we offer to the Pow'rs above,The sweetest Incense is fraternal Love.Like the rich Clouds that rise from melted Gums,It spreads it self, and the whole Isle perfumes.This sacred Union has preserv'd the State;And from all Tempest[errata 1] shall secure our fate:Like a well twisted Cable, holding fastThe anchor'd Vessel in the lowdest Blast.

EPILOGUE,

Erratum

  1. ↑ Correction: Tempest should be amended to Tempests: detail
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