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Show 6% BUS I R IS, Enter A C T V. SCENE I. SCENE, The Field. Bufiri* and Auletes. An Alarm at a difinct, BUS I RI S. WEicome the Voice of War ! tho' loud 0» Sound, „ intlv fpeak* the Language of m y Heart, * S e - s what I mean. Rat fay, Atletet, What Jrge Thefe forlorn Rebel* in Excufe For choofingRuin ? Aul Various their Complaints ; Buf ome are loud that while your heavy Hand Ye., I winbaiia more Wonder* to be gax'd at, And temper all my Cement w,tjrteu*J* Whofe Pains and Art reform d the puM'e T h m drawing down the Sun to human W , And maUag H i m their Servant i^ P ^, With Mountain Dams the broad redundant ^ KIN G of Egypt. 63 .* „ ,nd bid it wander Defended bo» ^ ^ c o f t o m ' d Shore, ! A Straneer Stream in W»cc rej ? But Virtue* areforg ot ^ AnCeftry, EaiVr Metnnon. £ } Softer £ ? £ £ « tbirft one Moment longer ; receives my Nod.-- With bold Defiance on hi* Brow I wttmlJSS^^ThUtaChi-. An Emblem of his Country. Buf. Is it thus You thank my Royal Bounty ( Mem Thus you thank'd The good Artaxes, thus you th\nk'd my Father £*//. Turn back thine Eye, behold thy Troopt are thin, .. Thy Men are rarely fprinkled o'er the Field, And yet thou carrieft Millions on thy Tongue. Mem. All, thy Blood-thirfty Sword has laid in Duft Are on my fide, they come in bloody Swarms. And throng my Banners ; thy unequail'd Crimes HavemadeThee Weak, and rob my Victory.-- Buf. Ha ! Mem. Nay, ftarop not, Tyrant; I can ftamp at loud, And raife as many Daemons at the S:urd. Buf I wear a Diadem. Mem* And la Sword. £ 2, My- |