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Show 12 BU S I R 1 S, Mem. W h y will you double m y Diftreii make ' M y Grief m y Crime, by difcompofing you ? And yet I can't torbear.' Alas/ m y Father' That N a m e excufes ail ; what is not due T o that great N a m e , which Life or Death can m Mand. Speak on, and cafe your lab'ring Breaft fwclls, And finks again, and then if fwells fo high It looks as it wou'd break. 1 know 'tis big ' With fomething you wou'd utter. Oft in vain I have prefum'd to ask your mournful Story • But ever have been anfwer'd with a Frown! Mem. Oh my Mandane I Did m y Tale concern m y felf alone, It wou'd not lie conceal'd ; but 'tit ' Wrapt up in Guilt in Royal Guilt, And therefore it is unfafe to touch upon't. T o tell m y Tale, is to blow off the Afhes, From fkeping Embers which will rife in Flam« At the leaft Breath, andfpread Diftruaionronni But thou art faithful, and m y other feif; And oh ! m y Heart this Moment is fo foil It borfts with its Complaint ; and I muft fpeak Myris, the prefent Queen, was only Sifter ' Of Great Artaxes, our late Royal Lord : Bufiris, who now reigns, was firft of Males In Lineal Blood, to which this Crown defcead., (Net with long Circumftance to load my Story) Ambitious Myris fir'd his daring Soul Andturn'd hu Sword againft her Brother's Life: 1 hen mounting to the Tyrant's Bed and Throne, 17 }**,ohaine> and triu<nph'd in her Goilt. Mand. Artaxes' Friends (a virtuous Multitude) VVere fwept away by Banifhment, or Death, M B^"JS > andfated thc devouring Grave. Think, Mandane, on your own, And pardon m e !- | 1 ne Tyrant took me, then of tender Years [J/kte* KING of Egypt. '3 And rear'd me with his Son, (a Son fince dead ) He vainly hop'd, by Shews of gudty Kindnefs, Jo wear away the Blacknefs of his Crime, •And reconcile me to my Father'* Fate ; Hence have I long been fore'd to ftay m y Vengeance, To fmooth my Brow with Smiles, and cur. m y Tongue, While the big W o e lies throbbing at m y Heart. - Enter Pheron at a diflance. Pher. So clofe! So loving ! here I ftand unfeen, And watch my Rival'* Fate. Mem. But thou, m y Fair, Thou art my Peace in Tumult, Life in Death, Thou yet can'ft make me bleft. Mand. As how, my Lord t Mem. Ah, why wilt thouinfult m e ? Mand. Memnon. Mem. Speak. Mand. Nature forbids, and when I wou'd begin She ftifles all my Spirits, ano I faint: % M y Heart is breaking, but I cannon fpeak Oh let me fly z Mem. You pierce m e to the Soul. Mand. Oh ! {.Holding Her Spate me for a Moment, till m y Heart Regains its wonted Force, and I will foeak Pheron, you know, is daily « J n T w i t h e Breaks thro' Reftraints and' wiffnot be reTuVd. Yet more the Prince L f . ™ A ™ a great Concern. Before hi. F a t f e Sfflj " f l * * **"' B Hat |