The Ladies of Castile

When virtue arms, and liberty's the prize,
No cloud fhould fet on brave Don Francis' brow.
The love of glory, vi?tory and fame,
A noble fenfe of dignity and wortb
Is the beft birth right of Caftilia's fons
Inur'd to glory, and the feats of war,
Our fathers held their freedom from the gods.
A jealoufy for freedom kept alive
Precludes the fofter palions of the mind.

DON FRANCIS.

Nurs'd in the fierce and hoftile field of war,
I, from long anceftry, may boldly claim
That innate force and vigour of the mind
Which mocks the fenfe of danger or of death
But yet Louifa wakes my foul to love.
De Haro's fifter has ten thoufand charms
But ah 1-the daughter of Velafco chills,
And horror opes the gates of wild defpair,
As if the fates forbad a diftant hope.

DON JUAN DE PADILLA.
Spurn thefe foft fetters-iy the fond difguife,
Ere it unnerves the vigour of thine arm
Let freedom be the miftrels of thy heart
She calls to arms, and bids us draw the fword
Come, clear thy brow, and whet the pointed ieel,
To crulh the foes of liberty and Spain.

DON FRANCIS.
I would fufpend, but ne er exterminateed
The nobleft paftion of the human loul t Bes
That foftens the ferocious breaft of man,
And checks the ruder billows of the mind,

DON JUAN DE PADILLA.

Not like the lover, but the hero talk
The fword muft refcue, or the nation fink

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