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Show 6o B U S I R I S, Nic Thou rav'ft. Syph The Army's yours, I've scunded every Chief; but wave your Finger, 1 houfands fall off the Tyrant's Side, and leave him Naked of . elp, and open to Deftru&ion. Bat fweep his Minions, cut a Pander's Throat, Or 1 p a Sycophant, the W o r k is done. Nic. What wou'd you have m e do ? (Starting, Mem. Let not your Heart Fiy off from year o w n Thought, be truly Great, Refcnt your Country'sSnff'rings as your own. A gtnerous Soul is notconfin'd at home, But fpreads itfelf abroad o'er all the Puhiick, And feels for every Member of the Land. What have w e feen for Twenty rolling Years, But one long Tract of Blood ! or, what is worfe, Throng'd Dungeons pouring forth perpetual Groanf, \nd free born M e n opprefled ! Shall half Mankind Be doom'd to curfe the Moment of their Birth ? Shall all the Mother's Fondnefs be employ'd • T o rear them up to Bondage, give them Strength T o bar Afflictions, and fupport their Chains ? Sypb. T o you thcvaliant Youth moft humbly bend, * ^ (Kneeling, And beg that Nature's Gifts, tke>igorons Nerve, A nd graceful Port defign'd to blefs the World, And take your great Example in the Field, M a y not be fore'd by Lewdnefs in high Place, T o other Toils, to labour for Difeafe, T o wither in aloath'd Embrace, and die At an inglorious Diftance from the Foe. Ram T o you Amelia lifts her Hands for Safety. ; (Kneeling Mem To you- To you* *ie • (Burfting into Tears. Nic. By Heav'n he cannot fpeak. 1 uuderftand Rif---' -nfe my Son. Rife all j your Work ii done ; _ They perifh all, thefe Creatures of m y Sword^aye KING of i ^ . 6c Have I not feen whole Armies vaulted o'er With flying Javelins, which fhut out the D a y/ And (ell in rattling Storms at m y Command To flay, and bury proud Bufiris' Foe ? He lives and reigns, for I have been his Friend ; Where his proud Palace ftands. fVv,> Mem. Oh m y Mandane I L *' An!t?£' b* drCadfal Means bellow Suceefi, ^1<t ?• Y e ^ e a D C C m°ft feverely blefs ? Th End of the Fourth A&. £ ACT |