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Show 46 B U S I R I S, Is throng'd with Ruffians, which but wait the Signal T o rufh and fheath their Daggers in your Heart, Myr. Betray'd ! curft Sorcerefs, it was a Plot Concerted by them all to take m y Life, And this the Bait to tempt m e to the Foil. She d i e s - - - Aul. No, firft Enjoy, then Murder her , Truft to m y conduct, and you ftill arc fafe. They all are mask'd. I have m y Vizor too, But T i m e is fhort • for once confide in me. You, Sir, for Safety, fly to your Apartment; [To the Prince, You bear Mandme to her Clofet You [To Servarti, Speed to the Southern Gate, and burft it open. [As ihe Servants feize Mandane, fhe gives the % nal She is born off. Enter Ramefes and Confpirators mask'd, Ram The Villain ikd ? Perdition intercept himl Difperfe, fly feveral Ways, let each M a n bear A Heady Point well leveli'd at his Heart ; If heefcapes us now, Succcfs attend him, M a y he for ever triumph. As they pafs the Stage in Confufion, Aaletet ffl/lft mask'd among them. Aul. H a ! W h y halt you / Purfue, purfue, e'en n o w I faw the Monfler, T h e Villain Myron, with thefe Eyes I faw him Bearing his Prize fwift to the Wcftern Gate: There, there it burft, [A Noife wiM All. Away, purfue. Jul. 'Tis done, (Withil Advance the marly Bar, and all is fafe ; Stand here, and with your Lives defend the Pafs. Enter Myron. Myr. I fhall at leafi have time for Vengeance on Ass K I N G of Egypt. 47 And then I cafe not if I die. Barbarians .' Their Swords are pointed at m y Life ! 'Tis well / But 1 wiil g;ve them an Excufe for Murder, Such, foch a Caufe-Off Love, and fofc Companion; Harden each Sinew of m y Heart to Steel. I'll do, what done will fhock m y felf, and thofe Whom Time fits f urtheft from this dreadful Hoar Enter Mmdzne for c'diu hy Auletes. Mand. By all the Pow'ss that can revenge a Falf-hood, I I'm innocent from any Thoughts cf Blood. Myr. W h y then your Champions here in Arms ? 'Tis ftlfe. Mand. A h let my Life (uflke you for the Wrong You charge upon m e ! O h m y Royal Mafter ! My Safety from all 111! M y great Defender ! Or did my Father but infult m y Tears, And give me to your Care to foffrr Wrong • Kiil me, but not your Friend, buc not m y Father ; He loves us both, and m y fevers Diftrcfs I Will fcarce more deeply wound him than vour Gudt. [Myron walls pafflonately at a diftancc. Myr. Slaves are you fworn againft m e ? Stop her Voice, r And bear her to m y Chamber. Mand. Oh Sir ! O h Myron / Mold my Tears-here I will fix for ever Llclafp your Keet-. _2nd growioto tbe £ a r t h _ Bot fpare n V p " v P e mmyy ifppoottlleelfss VViirrttuuee,-,-. And • 7 | a ^ - Y o u wound to diftant A g e s - iiiurnio all Time mv MP*™,.,, ,„;II UI-.J & £ teparate Dearb-bat fpar« B« f p ™ my Fame-You , y' Dl^^ion!alithePain/of Hell are on me t "tjixea inAJlomhrndejnlto.n itjhhpmne nrt^,. oht/h en/peaks. D 3. Myr. |