MARCELLUS.

Hail pleasing Horrors of the silent Shade! Hail friendly Solitude! how happy is the untam'd Savage, who wanders free along the gloomy Desart, and knows no Care but from the Calls of Nature, which himself can quickly satisfy,—whose peaceful Hours are ne'er disturb'd by the impertinent Salutations of Friends, or the cringing Grimace of Flatterers.—What Injustice! what Cruelty is it that any one Creature, design'd by Nature free and uncontroul'd, shou'd be oblig'd by Laws to submit tamely to the many Torments his Fellow-Animals are so studious to load him with!—How happy must our first Parent Adam have been in his blest Solitude! how agreeable his Life! till Woman, damn'd Woman, that Creature, worse, if possible, than Man, broke in upon his Rest, and tainted all his Joys.—(A Noise of Horns without.) Heavens! that Noise forever! Impious Men! what Authority has Nature given you over your poor dumb Fellow-Creatures, that they must thus be sacrificed to your unnatural Pleasures? Is it because you're stronger?

So much the more Injustice, to hurt the Weak unable to resist you. Are they not Inhabitants of the same World, and born in the same Freedom with yourselves? (Noise again) Again! they come this Way too.—S'death, I think they mean to hunt me; I'll try to avoid them.