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an age is this ! There was wealth enough to an- 

 swer their ambitions, and probably that as soon 

 as any thing betrayed her. Could nothing sa- 

 tisfy the unsatiable sword, but the life of Dun- 

 dee to atone as a sacrifice ? English men with- 

 out mercy, are like Christians without Chris- 

 tianity ; no moderation nor pity left, but parcel- 

 ling out the lives of poor penitents in cold blood ? 

 Who must answer for this at the bar of heaven, 

 before the judg of all the world? But he that 

 doom'd Dundee to die, is dead himself, and 

 doom'd e're this ; and Dundee yet living to sur- 

 vive his cruelty. 



Theoph. Is this Dundee ! Disconsolate Dun- 

 dee, where the merciless conquerour stuck down 

 his standard in streams of blood ? 



Am. Yes, this is that unfortunate and deplo- 

 rable Dundee, whose laurels were stript from 

 the brow of her senators, to adorn the conquer- 

 ing tyrant's head. Here it was that every ar- 

 bour flourished with a fruitful vine ; and here 

 every border was beautified with fragrant flow- 

 ers. Yet her situation seems to me none of the 

 best ; for if bordering too near the brinks of the 

 ocean proves insalubrious, or stooping too low 

 to salute the earth, incommodes health by un- 

 wholsom vapours ; then to stand elevated a pitch 

 too high, suffocates with fumes, that equally of- 



