Finale Monologue from Fontainbleau; a comic opera. In three acts

From Fontainbleau; a comic opera. In three acts by John O'Keeffe

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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. Sir J. B. My future range, The Stock Exchange, 'Tis there I'll mend my paces; Nor gig, nor nag, Jack Bull shall drag, To French, or English races. Lady B. At feast, or ball, At Grocers' Hall, 'Tis there I'll mend my paces; Yet nothing keep Me from a peep, At French or English races.

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