To be spoken by the Actress who has performed the character of Julia.
TIMID and sad before you I appear,
And come to bless, not to dispel the tear,
Myself the victim of my mimic art,
And still the mourning daughter in my heart;
Still, still I weep-do you confirm the cheat,
And with your sighs prolong the dear deceit:
Yet for the daughter not alone I sue,
And more than grief is admiration due,
To the great cause which stung the mother's breast
And torturing sunk her in eternal rest:
Britons! that cause, which mighty Rome ador'd,
Which gave her freedom and again restor❜d!
For when Lucretia's wrongs were whelm'd in time,
And Appius shaded darker Tarquin's crime,
At lost Virginia's shriek slaves rais'd the head,
The judge grew righteous and the tyrant fled:
Is then the matron's honor but a name,
Nor the shield sacred o'er the virgin's fame?
Is there no bond of more than magic charm,
For spotless woman and the hero's arm?
Shall we reject the sentiment and sense,
That valour ever bind to innocence?
A common blessing does no power reveal
To those who bravely act and purely feel?