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Show w f 7 24 B U S I R I S, Since her loft Brother's Folly ; fhe deferve T h e moft a Father can for fo much Goodnefs : Her Mother's dead, and we arc left alone, W e T w o are the Whole Houfe, nor arc we T wo Jn her I live, the Comfort of m y Age ; ' And if the King extend his Grace fo far, And take that tender BlofTom into fhelter, Then I have all m y Monarch can bellow Or Heav'n itfelf, but This, that I may wear M y Life's poor Remnant out in your Cammand • Stretch forth m y Being to the laft in Duty And, when the Fates ffcall fummon, die for you Buf. Nicanor, know, thy Daughter ii our Care Myr. Oh, Sir, be greatly kind, exert your Pew?' A n d with the Monarch furnift out the Friend f Art thou not he, that gallant-minded Chief [To N,V W h o wou d not ftoop to give m e left than Life ? And fhall I prove ungrateful ? Shocking Thought \ H e that's ungrateful has no Guilt but one ±nouW* All other Crimes may paft for Virtues in him Nic. What Joy m y Daughter'! promis'd Welfare gives me, r "cuare M y Lips I need not open to difcover- . Thus humbly let m e thank you Buf. Dry thy Tears, And follow us; thy Daughter's near our Queen And longs, no doubt, to fee thee , blefs>he Maid And then attend us on affairs of Statc.___! ' I hear there's Treafon near us • thouofc #>»,*» c?„ Fall off from their Obedience, and defy W' That I'm their Monarch, I'm Bit/iris mil ColledK-d in m y felf, 111 ftand alone And hurl m y Thunder, tho I ftake m y Throne • Like Death, a folitary King M l reign ' * O'er fileot Sobjtifb, and a defart Plain - K're brook their Pr,de, I'll fpread a «n'Val rw,™ And ev'ry Step ftall be' from T o m b «8o tomb fExit Mb, w,Vr a"iAnl ™h't*l!?daf,de, 'advance. Myr. Her abftnt Beaotiet glow's! upon my Mind, And u K I N G of Egypt. 25 And fparkled in each Thought. She never left rne-^ Wou'dft thou believe it*? in the Field of Battle, In the mid Terror, and the flame of fight, Mandane thou haft ftol'n away m y SouJ, And left my Fame in Danger My rah'd A rm Has hung in Air, forgetful to defcend, And for a Moment fpar'd the proftrate Foe- « Oh that her Birth rofe equal to m y own ! Then I might wed with Honour, and enjoy A lawful Blifs and why not now? iYethinks Abfence has plac'd her in a fairer Light, Enrich'd the Maid, and hcighten'd ev'ry Charm. Aul. She comes. Myr. That modeft Grace fubdu'd m y Soul. That Chaftity of Look, which feems to hang A Veil of pureft o'er all her Beauties. And by forbidding moft inflames Defire. Enter Mandane. What tender Force ! What Dignity Divine ' What Virtue confecrating ev'ry Feature » Around that Neck what Drofs are Gold and Pearl ' Mandane! powerful Being whofe firft Sight Oivcs m e a Tranfport not to be exprefs'd - And with one Moment overpays a Year Myr. Leave me not, ; £ W&^£5» Tconceive • My Breath is W U M r 0re than l can u"«r. *•«*'•. &VwSkffinfuU ray P'ia ? *&ft 'Tis iJfei[r ara n not ""fciou. of my panIt They I J w |
