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Show r j 16 B US I R 1 S, T h e publick Caufe demanded. Oh my Friend ! H o w iong fhall Egypt groan in Chains ? how long Shall her Sons fall in Heaps without a Foe ? (No War, Plague, Famine, nothing but Bufins, His People's Father ! and the State's Defence / Yet but a Remnant of the Land furvives. Sypb. What Havock have I feen ? Have we not known A Multitude become a Morning's Prey, W h e n troubled Reft, or a Debauch has four'd T h e Monfter's Temper f then 'tis inftant Dcti&j T h e n fall the Brave and Good, like ripen'd Corf: Before the fweeping Scythe, not thepcor Mercy T o ltarve and pine at leifure in their Chains . But what frefh Hope, that we receive your, Summons T o meet you here this Morning ? Mem Know, Syphoces, \ *Twas on this Day m y warlike Father's Blood, So often lavifti'd in his Country's Caufe, And greatly fold for Conqueft and Renown ; 'Twas on this execrable Day it flow'd O n his o w n Pavement, in a peaceful Hour, Smok'd in the Duft, and wafh'd a Ruffian's Feet? This guilty Day returning, rouzes ail M y fmother'd Rage, and blows it to a Flame. Where are our Friends \ Sypb. At hand. Ramefes, Laft Night, when gentle Reft o'er Nature fpread H e r ftill Command, and Care alonewas waking. Like a dumb, lonely, difcontented Ghoft, Enter'd m y Chamber, and approach'd m y Bedj WithBurftsof Paflion, and a Peal of Groans H e recollects his Godlike Brother's Fate, T h e drunken Banquet, and the midnight Murde/; And urges Vengeance on the guilty Prince. Such was the Fellnefs of his boiling Rage, Mtthought the Night grew daiker as he frown'd. Mem. I know he bean the Prince moft deadly Hatej But •Revenge, I'm wholly KING of Egypt. 17 But this will enter deeper in his Soul, [Shews a Letter. And rouzeup Paffions, which till now have flept .• Murder will look like Innocence to this. Sypb. How, Memnon I Mem. This reminds me of thy Fate ; The Queen has courted thee with proffer'd Realms, And fought by Threats to bend thee to her Will -, Sbelaoguifliet, Ihe burnt, m e waftcs away In froitlefs Hopes, and dies upon thy Name. Syph. Oh fatal Love ! which ftung by Jcalonfy. Expell'da Lift far dearer than m y own By curfed Poifon Ah divine Apame ! And cou'd the Murd'refs hope fhe fhou'd inherit ThiiJHeart, and fill thy Place wlthin thefe Arms r [But Grkf fhall yield. thine. \ Mem. The Tyrant too it wanton in his Are \UeXnfits sS" ^ ght' arc nw in BloS 1 T?. c # r ftJ ?hare'' he ™w* Poor Ramefo Enter Ramefe,, Pheron, and other Confpirators. "SeThU "* »**. Ml Mentnon bid you ' Ub,e« when yoor Brother fell have no gilded Roof, „ „ . „ . Tt Ramefe,. fd1«, the q_ueen prenar°df0r y ftP3n <J ment> Ve be not aifconten? m „ ,. e.e> %>*<*«. 2° '00k 00 ought mav m T of S«»fon * « Sword i..!:! 1 a y """d 01 of our P N I I e « r drawn a„7r our *at*: B , d fa"003 Mr* Tiinki |