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Show r 36 B U S I R I S Glory and Wealth I call upon in vain, Nor Wealth, nor Glory can appeafe m y Pain ; JVIy every Joy upbraids m e with m y Guilt, And Triumphs tell me facrcd Blood is fpilt. [Exit Queen Enter Myron. Myr. The fhining Images of War are fled, T h e fainting Trumpets languifh in mine Ear, The Bannersfurl'd, and all the fprightly Blaze Of burnilh'd Armour, like the fetting Sun, Infenfibly is vanifh'd from m y Thought : N o Battle, Siege, or Storm fuftain m y Soul In wonted Grandeur, and fill out m y Breaft ; But Softnefs fleals upon me, melting down M y rugged Heart in Languifhment and Sighs, And pours it out at m y Mandane'sFeet I fee her e'en this M o m e n t ftand before me, T o o fair for Sight, and fatal to behold. I have her here, I clafp her in m y Arms j And in the Madnefs of exceflive Love Sigh out m y Heart, and bleed with Tenderncfs. Jul. M y Lord, too much you chenfh this Dela« fion ; She is another's. Myr. Do not tell m e fo, Say rather fhe is dead : Each heavenly Charm Turn'd into Horror ! O L the Pain of Pains Is when the Fair One, w h o m our Soul is fond of, Gives Tranfport, and receives it from another.'- H o w does m y Soul burn up with ftrong Defire, N o w fhrink into'itfclf! N o w blaze again I I'll tear and rend the Strings th?t tyeme to her: jf I ftay longer here, I am undone. js b K I N G of Egypt. 37 As he is going* Enter Nicanor. Nic. My Prince, (and fince fuch Ho lours you vouchfafe) My Friend, I have prefum'd upon your Favour ; This is my Daughter's Birth-day, and this Night . I dedicate to Joys whichever languifh, If you refufeto crown them with your Prefence. Myr. Nicanor. I was warm on other Thoughts- Nic. lam ftill near you in the Day of Danger, Intoilfome Marches, and the blooiy Fidd, When Nations againft Nations dafh in Arms, And half a People in one Groan expire ; Why am I, with your Helmet, thrown afide, Calt off, and ufelefs in the Hour of Peace ? Myr. Since then you prefs it, I muft be your Gueft Methinlrs I labour as I onward move, As under Check of fome controlling PowV. Wha YhoVht.:mtan ? ^ine may "*^ And Mirth and Converfe lift m y Spul again. (Exeunt, Tbe hack Scene draws andficMs a Banauet. Enter Manc'ane richly drefid. ^DaIyeW38t!l,Dav that gave me Life, thl, ^ t j - m o r f ) t a , d 6 i v e m e t a . |