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Show 28 B U S I R I S, Revenge, my juft Revenge may overtake her, O h how I hate her! let m e know her Faults. Did the proud Maid infult m e in Diftrefs .' And fmile to fee m e gafping ? Speak, Auletes. Did fhe not figh ? fure fhe might pity me, Though all her Love is now another's Right. Jul. She figh'd, and wept; but I remov'd h*f from you. Myr. It was well done. Yet I cou'd gaze for ever, And did fhe figh? and did fhe drop a Tear ? The Tears fhe fhed for m e are furely mine; And fhall another dry them on thofe Checki, And m^-ke them an Excufe for greater Fondnefj? Shall I affift the Villain in his Joys? N o , I will tear her from him. I'd grudge her Beauties to the Gods that gave them Jul. M y Lord, have Temper. Myr. And another's Pillion W a r m on that Lip/ another's burning Arms Stram'd round the lovely Waift, (or which I die, And fhe confenting, wooing, growing to him! What golden Scenes, when abfent, did I feign I What lovely Pictures did I draw in Air ? What Luxury of Thought ! and,fce m y Fate! In m y triumphal Car, m y Foot on Purple, And oe'r m y Head a Canopy of Gold, Fate in m y Nod, and Monarchs in m y Train! What if I itab him ? N o . She will not wed His'Murderer I never form'd a Wifh, But full Fruition taught m e to forget it. And am I IcfTcn'd by m y late Succefs ? And have I loft m y Conqueft ? Fly, Auletes, And teil h e r - - - Jul. What, m y Lord ? Myr. No, bid h e r - Jul, Speak. Myr. I know not w h a t - - - - M y Heart it torn. afander. Jul. Retire m y Lord, and recoropofc yourfeft K I N G of Egypt. The Ql?*cn Approaches. 29 •Ha! her Bofom f wells, [Exit Myron. 1. T Jn trembles, a diforder'd Hafte ^ S ^ t k y e ^ Fire,- W h e n ^ / A in Anger, happy they She calls her Friends. Enter Queen. gueen. Auletes, where's the King I Aul At Council, M a d a m . •• teenLet him know I want him [Exit A ul Mt! to forget to w h o m he owes a Crown ! Fool! to provoke her Rage whole Hand is red In her own Brother's Blood ! Enter King and Pheron. King. Horrid Confpiracy ! Pher. This Night was deftin'd for the bloody Deed. King. Miftaken Villains I if they wifh m y Death, They ihould in Prudence lay >heir Weapons by. So jealous are the Gods ol Egypt'i Glory, Icannotdie whiift Slaves are arm'd againft me. Hafte, Pheron, to the Dungeon, plunge them down Far from the Hopes ol Day, there let them lie Banilh'd this World, while yet alive, and groan In Darknefs and in Horror let double Chains Confume the Flefh of Memnon'% loaded Limbs, 'Till Death fhall knock them off -A King's thy Friend; Nay more, Bufiris. Go, let that fuffice- [Exit Pher ^een. M y Lord, your Thought's engag'd, ffairs of State n'd me from my queen Sfeen. The World may wait • IveaRcqueft, my Lord. e King H |