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Show 26 B U S I R I S, They ufe me ill fee my Heartbeat, Mandane, Believe not me, but tell your felf my Paffioo . Is it in Art to counterfeit within ? T o drive the Spirits, and inflame the Blood ? Each Nerve is piere'd with Lightning from your Eyc And every Pulfe is in the Throbs of love. Man d M y Lord, my Duty c-dls, I muft not ftay. Myr. Give me a Moment: I have that to fj$,jc Will burft me if fuppreft Oh hcav'nly Maid! Thy Charms are doubled, fo is thy difdain „ W h o ii it ? tell me who enjoys thy Smile I There is a happy Man, I iwear there ii ; I know it by your Coldnefs to your Friend- That Thought has fix'd a Scorpion in m y Heart, That flings to Death and is it poffibie You ever fpoke of Myron in his Abfence, Or caft, at leifure, a light Thought that W a y ? Mand* 1 thought of you, m y Lord, and of my Father, And pray'd for your Succefs I nor muft I now Neglect, to give him Joy. Myr. Yet ftay, you fhall not go---Ungrateful Woman! I wou'd not wrong your Father ? but by Heav'n His Love is Hatred if compar'd with mine. I underftand whence this Unkindnefs flows; Your Heart rcfents fome Licence of m y Youth, When Love had touch'd my Brain. You may for. give me, Becaufe I never fhall forgive coy felf; But that you live, I'd rufh upon m y Sword. If you forgive me, I fhall now approach, Not as a Lover only, but a Wretch Redeem'd from Bafenefs to the Ways of Honour, And to my Pafhon join m y Gratitude, Each time I kneel before you, I fhall rife As well a better as a happier Man, Indeoted to your Virtue, and your Love, Mand. I muft not hear you. KING of Egypt. 27 Myr. Oh torment me not! Hear me you muft, and more* Your Father's] Valour, In the late Battle, refcu'd me from Death : And how fhall I be grateful! Thou'rt a Princefs ; Thick nor, Mandane, this a fudden Start, A Flaih of Love, that kindles and expires, Long have I weigh'd it, fince I parted hence No Night has pafs'd, but this has broke my Reft, And mix'd with ev'ry Dream. M y Fair I wed chee In the matured Counfel of my Soul. Mand, Oh Gods! I tremble at the rifing Storm; Where can this end? [-dftde Myr. And do you then defpife me ? Mand. M y Lord, I want the Courage to accept What far tranfeends my Merit, and for ever Muft filently upbraid my little Worth. Myr. Have I forfook myfelf, 'forgone mv Temper. Headlong to all the gay Delights of Youth," And fall'n in Love with Virtue moft ievere ? lurn'd fopcrftitioui to make thee my Friend ? rl ! » !, ftri3&led thro' thepow'rful Reafons inat ftrongjy combated my fond Refolves? Kret, rerI°01^ 3nd G1°r>' °f n° WciShf> And.nTl r°?n f°r g 0 f ' and'm>' o w n Conqucffi, And m l ° bC o fu8'd ? t0 f00th your Pride, * ' And make my Rival Sport ? ' Mand. With Patience hear me . r Y 1 %-% heart foretold it. Ah my Soul !^;^ tor. I do not live -*. T * tExji M*«4. *? if not BMHSJL^YS I °?d not know- -"*« though not mine in L Re ove, |
