Classic Poem

DIALOGUE.

Cha. W. W.

Charon ! Thou Slave! Thou Fool! Thou Cavaleer! Cha.
A Slave, a Fool, What Traitors voice I Hear? W.
Come bring thy Boat. Ch. No Sir. W. No sirrah why? Cha.
The Blest will disagree, and Fiends will mutiny
At thy, at thy, unnumbred Treachery. W.
Villain, I have a Pass, which who disdains,
I will sequester the Elizian plains. Cha.
Woes me! Ye gentle shades! where shall I dwell?
He's come! It is not safe to be in Hell.

Chorus.

Thus man, his Honor lost, falls on these Shelves;
Furies and Fiends are still true to themselves.

Cha. You must lost Fool come in. W. Oh let me in!
But now I fear thy Boat will sink with my ore-weighty sin.
Where courteous Charon am I now? Cha. Vile Rant!
At th' Gates of thy supreme Judge Rhadamant .

Double Chorus of Divels.

Welcome to Rape, to Theft, to Perjurie,
To all the ills thou wert, we cannot hope to be;
Oh pitty us condemn'd! Oh cease to wooe,
And softly, softly breath, least you infect us too.