II. But now, with rising glory crowned, My joys run high, they know no bound; Tides of unruly pleasure flow Through every swelling vein, New raptures in my bosom glow, And warm me up to youth again. Passing pomps my streets adorn; Captive spoils, in triumph borne, Standards of Gauls, in fight subdued, Colours in hostile blood embrued, Ensigns of tyrannic might, Foes to equity and right, In courts of British justice wave on high, Sacred to law and liberty. My crowded theatres repeat, In songs of triumph, the defeat. Did ever joyful mother see So bright, so brave a progeny! Daughters with so much beauty crowned, Or sons for valour so renowned! III. But oh, I gaze and seek in vain To find, amidst this warlike train, My absent sons, that used to grace With decent pride this joyous place: Unhappy youths! how do my sorrows rise, Swell my breast, and melt my eyes, While I your mighty loss deplore? Wild, and raging with distress I mourn, I mourn my own success, And boast my victories no more. Unhappy youths! far from their native sky, On Danube's banks interred they lie. Germania, give me back my slain, Give me my slaughtered sons again. Was it for this they ranged so far, To free thee from oppressive war? Germania, &c. IV. Tears of sorrow while I shed O'er the manes of my dead, Lasting altars let me raise To my living heroes' praise; Heaven give them a longer stay, As glorious actions to display, Or perish on as great a day. _DRAMATIS PERSONÆ._ Sir HARRY GUBBIN, brother-in-law to Mr. TIPKIN. HUMPHRY GUBBIN, son of Sir HARRY GUBBIN, and suitor to BIDDY TIPKIN, his cousin. Mr. TIPKIN, a banker, BIDDY TIPKIN'S uncle. CLERIMONT, SEN. Capt. CLERIMONT, brother of CLERIMONT, SEN. Mr. POUNCE, a lawyer, FAINLOVE'S brother. Mrs. CLERIMONT. AUNT (Mrs. TIPKIN). NIECE (BIDDY TIPKIN), Mr. TIPKIN'S niece. FAINLOVE, mistress to CLERIMONT, SEN. JENNY, maid to Mrs. CLERIMONT. SCENE.--LONDON. _THE TENDER HUSBAND: OR, THE ACCOMPLISHED FOOLS._ ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I.--CLERIMONT, SEN.'S _House._ _Enter_ CLERIMONT, SEN. _and_ FAINLOVE. _Cler. Sen._ Well, Mr. Fainlove, how do you go on in your amour with my wife? _Fain._ I am very civil and very distant; if she smiles or speaks, I bow and gaze at her; then throw down my eyes, as if oppressed by fear of offence, then steal a look again till she again sees me. This is my general method. _Cler. Sen._ And it is right. For such a fine lady has no guard to her virtue but her pride; therefore you must constantly apply yourself to that. But, dear Lucy, as you have been a very faithful but a very costly wench to me, so my spouse also has been constant to my bed, but careless of my fortune.