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Show *4 BU S I R I S, Has haunted all m y Dreams- [Exit. anxious' This D a y the Court mines forth in all its Loftre l o welcome her returning Warrior h o m e • Alai, the Malice of our Stan ! Mem. T o place itj Beyond the Power of Fate to part our Loves Be this our Bridal Night, m y Life! my Soul! Dz. T> j-.» *- . . [Embrace, Phcr. Perdition feize them both! and have I iov'd So long, to catch her in another's A r m i ' f Another's A r m s forever ! O h the Pang f Heart-piercing Sight! but Rage fhall take in Turn» J* ftall be fo« and let the Crime be his W h o duvet m e to the black Extremity j n/ "° farthcr Hell than that I feel. Mem. Trembling I grafp thee, and my Heart Is ftill in doubt if I may call thee mine. Oh Bhfs too great! oh painful Ecfhcy ! I know not what to utter. Mand. A h my Lord / What means this D a m p that comes athwart my Icy, Chaftiiing thus the Lighfnefa of m y Heart ? 1 have a b\thtr, and a Father too, Tender as Nature ever fram'd. Hit will Should be confulted.. Should I touch Ms Peace, I ihould be wretched in m y Memnon's Arms. Mem. Talk not of Wretchcdneft Mand. Alas! thii D ay Firft gave m e Birth, and (which is ftrange to fell) Ihe fates e'er fince, as watching its Return, H a v e caught ft as it tew, and mark'd it de;p With fome thing Great, Extremes of GoDdorl'il Mem. W h y fhould w e bode Misfortuns to cor Love ? n °> J * w 2 * thee from the Gods, in lie* yt M that Happinefr they ravifh'd from roe i FaflA KING of Egypt. *5 Fame, Freedom, Father, £11 return in thee. Had not the Gods Mandane to bellow, They never would have pour'd fuch Vengeance on me j fhey meant me thee, and could not be fevere. Soon as Night's favourable Shades defcend, The Holy Prieft fhall join our Hands for ever, And Life fhall prove but one long Bridal Day. Till then, in Scenes of Pleafure lofe thy Grief, Or.ftrike the Lute, or fmile among the Flowen, Tliyil fweeter fmell, and fairer bloom for t h e . -« Alai ! I'm torn from thy dear tender Side, By weighty Reafons, and important Calls, Nay ev'n by Love itfelf--I quit thee now, But to deferve thee more. [They embrace. Mand. Your Friends are here. [Exit Mand. Mem. Excellent Creature I Kow my Soul pants for thee I Bat other Paffions now begin their Claim, Doubt, and Difdain, and Sorrow, and Revenge, With mingling Tumult tear up all m y Breaft • Oh how unlike the SoftnefTcs of Love / l Enter Sypoces. Sypb. Hail, worthy Memnon. Mem. Welcome, m y Sypbcces, And much I hope thou bring'ft a bleeding Heart A Heart that bleeds for others Mifenes * KfcSatfi!own*th0' ^ tyb. And there', a fecond, J « J» behind, to refcue the DifceiW, B a ' -_,. The |