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Show So B U S I R I S, The Houfe is rouz'd, the Servant! all alarm'd, The gliding Tapers dart from R o o m to Room. Solemn Confuiion, and a trembling Hafte Mixt with pale Horror, glares on ev'ry Faee; T h e ftrengtfmed Foe has rufh'd upon your Guard And cut their PaiTige thro' them to the Gate, Jmolacablr Ramefes leads them on, 3rcx thing Revenge, and panting for your Blood. Myr. W h y , let them come, let in the r3»iCa Torrent, b fi I wifh the World *'ould rife in Arms againft me, For 1 muft die, and I wou'd die in State. The Boors are burft open, Servants pafs the State n Tumult. Ramefes, &c. purfue Myron's Guards over the Stage, then Ramefes and Syphoces enter meeting. Ram. Where's the Prince ? Sypb. T h e Monfter ftands at Bay, W e can no more than fhut him from Efcape 'Till further Force arrive. Ram. Oh m y Syphoces I Syph, This is a Grief, but not for Words. Does fhe Ml live ? Ram. She lives ! but oh h o w bleft Are they which are no more ! by Stealth I faw her, Caft on the Ground in mourning Weeds fhe lies, Her torn and loofen'd TrelTea fhade her round, Thro' which her Face, all pale as fhe were dead, Gleams life*- a fickly M o o n j too great her Grief For Words or Tears! but ever and anon After a dreadful, ftill, infidious Calm, Collecting all her Breath, long, long fupprefs'd, She fobs her Soul out in a lengthen'd Groan, So fad, it breaks the Heart of all that hear, And tenls her Maids in Agonies away. Sypb Oh Tale, too mournful to be thought on / Ram. Hold - N o , let her Virgins weep, forbear Syphoces, Tear out an Eye, but damp not our Revenge . t r Difpatch K I N G of Egypt. 51 ~r * 1.«<mf T 9ttert • I'll go comfort her. S S 3 ; to Rfmefes. Exit Syphoces. ild haTfte then commanded none approach her ! I'm forry for it, but I cannot blame her. Such is the dreadful 111, that it converts All offer'd Cure into a new Difeale, m It fliuns our Love, and Comfort gives her Pain. Re enter Syphoces. Syph. Your Father is retarn'd j redundant Nile Broke from its Channel, overfwells the Paft, And fends him back to wait the Waters Fall. Ram. And is he then rcturn'd ? 1 tremble for him.- I feo his white Head rolling in the Duft; But hafte, it is our Duty to receive him. (Exit. Enter Myron. Myr. I feel a Pain cf which I am not worthy, A Pain, an Anguifh, which ihe honeft M a n Alone deferves. Is it not wond'rous ftrange That I who ftabb'd the very Heart of Nature, Should have furviving ought of M a n about me? And yet I know not how, of Gratitude And Friendfhip ftill the ftubborn Sparks furvive, And poor Nicanor't Torments pierce m y Soul. Confufion! he's return'd. (ftarting. Enter Nicanor. Nic. M y Prince- Myr. M y Friend- [advancing to embrace. , (turning afide, and hiding his Face. Nic. I interrupt you. Myr. I had thee there. (fmiting his Breall Before ^hou cam'ft, m y T h o u g h t werefbentupon Site. Oh Sir, you are too kind ! Myr. Death! Tortures! Hell I Mdi> Myr, A fudden Pain, To \ |