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Show 34, OEDIPUS. The rouz'd God , as if all this while he lay Intom'd alive, ftarts and dilates himfelf: H e ilrugglcs , and he tears m y aged Trunk: With holy Fury ,- m y old Arteries burft , M y rivcl'd Skin , Like Parchment, crackles at the hallow'd Fire- I fhall be young again. Manto , m y Daughter, Thcu haft a Voice that might have fav'd the Bard O f Thrace, and fore'd the raging Bacchanali, With lifted Prongs , to liften to thy Aires: O charm this G o d , this Fury in m y Bofom Lull him with tuneful Notes, and artful Strings With pow'rful ftrains; Manto, my lovely Child' Sooth the unruly Godhead to be mild. P; S O N G t O t / P O L L O , Hcebus, God belov'd ly Men ; tAt thy dawn , every Beajl is roux'd in his Den -, tAt thy fetting, all the Birds of thy ^Abfence complain tAnd lX>e die , all die till the Morning comes again. Phoebus, God belov'd by Men, Idol of the Eaftern K^jigs, tA-wful as the God who fiin^s His Thunder round, And the Lightning iviwij God of Songs, and Orphean Strings, TV ho to this mortal Bofom brings , tAU harmonious heavenly Things j Thy droufie Prophet to revive, Tenthoujandthoujand Forms before him drive; With Chariots and Horfes aU o' fire awake him, Convulfions, and Furies, and Prophefies fhake him^ Let him tell it in Groans , tho' he bend with the Load, Tho' he burfl 'with the weight oj the terrible God. Tir. The Wretch who filed the Blood of old I^abdacides, Lives, j f OEDIPUS. 3 - Lives , and is great: But cruel Grea^tncfs ne'er was long The firft of Lajus's Blood his Life did feize, And urg'd his Fate, Which elfe had lafting been and ftrong. The Wretch who LajM kill'd , muftbleed , or fly; Or Thebes, confum'd with Plagues, in Ruins lie. Oed. The firft of Lajus's Blood 1 pronounce the Perfon; May the God roar from thy Prophetick Mouth, That even the Dead may flart up to behold: N a m e him , I fay, that moft accurfed Wretch, For by the Stars he dies. Speak I, command thee j By Ph&bus fpeak ! for fudden Death's his D o o m : Here lhall he fall, bleed on this very Spot: His N a m e , I charge thee once more fpeak* Tir. 'Tis loft, Like what w c think can never fliun remembrance,- Yet of a Sudden's gone beyond the Clouds. Oed. Fetch it from thence; I'll have't, where-e'er it be. Creon. Let m e intrcat you, facred Sir, be calm, And Creon fhall point out the great Offender. 'Tis true , refpect of Nature might enjoin M y filence at another time; but o h , M u c h more the pow'r of m y eternal Love! That, that fhould ftrikc m e d u m b : yet Thebes, m y Country - I'll break rhrough all, to fuccour thec, poor City. O , I muft fpeak. Oed. Speak then, if ought thou knoweft: As much thou feem'it to k n o w , delay no longer* Cre. O Beauty ! O Illuftrious Royal Maid 1 T o w h o m m y V o w s were ever paid till n o w, And with fuch modeft , chafte, and pure Affection, C % The |