Lack. Well said, Bull; but mind, I'll have no illiberal prejudices in my family—general national reflections, are unworthy the breast of an Englishman; and, however in war, each may vindicate his country's honour, in peace, let us not know a distance, but the Streights of Dover.
FINALE.
Lord W.
This patriot fire, within each heart,
For ever let us nourish.
Rosa.
Of Glory still, the golden mart,
May England ever flourish!
Henry.
Let fashion, with her glitt'ring train,
Abroad, awhile deceive us;
Celia.
We long to see dear home again,
The love of England must remain,
And that can never leave us.
This patriot fire, &c.