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I restore it; but be orderly, and do as I bid you; otherwise worse will befall you.

DUELLIST,

Mercury, leave him to me. I'll tutor him for you. Sirrah Savage, dost thou pretend to be ashamed of my company? Dost thou know that I have kept the best company in England ?

SAVAGE.

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I know thou art a Scoundrel.
thy Debts! Kill thy Friend who lent thee Money,
tor asking thee for it! Get out of my fight. I will
drive thee into Styx.

MERCURY.

No Violence.

Stop. I command theë.
Talk to him calmly.

SAVAGE.

I must obey thee. Well, Sir, let me know what Merit you had, to introduce you into good company? What could you do?

DUELLIST.

Sir, I gamed, as I told you. — Besides, I kept a good table. I eat as well as any Man is England or France,

SAVAGE.

Ear! did you ever eat the Chine of a French-
man, or his Leg; or his Shoulder? There is fine
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Lord Lyttels ways well-ferved. My Wife was the best cook for

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DUELLIST.

I danced very finely.

SAVAGE.

I can

I'll dance with thee for thy Ears. dance all day long. I can dance the War - Dance with more Spirit and Vigour than any Man of my Nation. Let us see thee begin it. How thou standeft like a Poft! Has Mercury struck thee with his enfeebling Rod? Or art thou 'ashamed to let us fee how aukward thou art? If he would permit me, I would teach thee to dance in a way that thou haft not yet learnt. I'd make thee caper and leap like a Buck. But what else canst thou do, thou bragging Rascal?

DUELLIST.

O Heavens! must I bear this! What can I do with this Fellow? I have neither Sword nor Pistol. And his fhade seems to be twice as strong as mine.

MERCURY.

You must answer his Questions. It was your own Desire to have a conversation with him. He is not well bred; but he will tell you some truths which

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must hear in this place. It would have been well for you, if you had heard them above. He asked you what you could do besides Eating and Dancing,

Lord Lyttels

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DUELLIST,

I sung very agreeably.

SAVAGE

Let me hear you sing your Death Song, or the War Whoop. I challenge you to fing: - The fellow is mute. Mercury, this is a Liar. — He tells us nothing but Lies. Let me pull out his Tongue.

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The Lie given me! and alas! I dare not resent it. Oh what a Disgrace to the family of the Push wells! This indeed is Damnation,

MERCURY.

Here, Charon, take these two Savages to your Care. How far the Barbarism of the Mohawk will excuse his horrid Acts, I leave Minos to judge. But the Englishman, what Excuse can he plead ? The Custom of Duelling? A bad Excule at the best! but in his cale it cannot avail.

The Spirit that made him draw his Sword in this combat against his Friend, is not that of Honour; it is the Spirit of the Furies, of Alecto herself. To her he must go; for she has long dwelt in his merciless bofom,

SAVAGL.

If he is to be punished, turn him over to me. I understand the art of tormenting, Sirrah; I begin with this kick on your Breech. Get you into the

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Lord Lyttek or I'll give you another. I am impatient to have

you condemned.

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DUELLIST.

Oh my Honour, my Honour, to what Infamy art thou fallen!

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Wieland.

Noch früher, als dieser große Schriftfteller Lucian's klassischer Ueberseker wurde, lieferte er felbft verschiedne treffliche und geistyolle dialogische Stücke in dieses Griechen Manier. Ich wähie daraus nur folgenden, der im Teufs den merkur 1.3. 1780, Ch. II. S. 67 ff. den Anfang, oder eine Art von Prolog und Einleitung zu einigen an: dern Dialogen im Elyfium machte; und gedenke noch eines schon im Julius 1773. eben dieser Monatsschrift befindlichen schönen Gittergeipr&chs: Hierkur, oder die Gastmahle, Don Hrn. Prof. Jakobi.

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Dioties (Nod attein). Wie ist mir ? Wo bin ich? Sit dies Elysium? Die schone Insel der Seli: gen, wo golone Blumen glú hn? Wo ein ewiger Frühling von Frůchten aller Ars ten überflie fit? - Wo find die reinen Krys fall båche? Wo die immergrünen blumenvollen Wiesen, die mir von Dichtern und Weis sen versprochen wurden? Wo die Sonne, die Tas gen und Nådten immer gleich leuchtet? Nichts als Dånirung und Dämrung! und eine Stille, To still, so still, daß ich das wiegende Schwanken einer Lilie auf ihrem Stångel hören könnte. - Ein wahres Schattenland! Und bin ich denn auch ein Scat: ten? - Ich? Bas nennst Du Dich? Ich kenne Dich nicht mehr! - Ud)! Welch ein seltsames Dráns gen und Winden 'und Schneiden und Absondern fühl id in mir?- Mir dåucht, id) bin mir das nicht mehr bewusst was ich taum noch inir beivusst war, und doch fühl ich noch, daß ich Dioties bin. --- Wunderbar! Mir ist alle Augenblicke es falle was von mir ab, bald wie Schuppen, bald wie ein Nebel, den die Sonne nieder: drůckt. Ein seltsamer Zustand! So leer! so leicht!

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