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Show 66 BUS I R I S, Enter Myron engaged with a Party ; his Plume is fmitten off. He drives the Roe, and returns. Myr. When Death's fo near, but dares not venture 'Tit Heaven's Regard, a kind of Salutation, Which to o w felves our own Importance ihcwt- Frintas I am, andaimoft fick of Blood, There if one Cordial wou'd revive m e ftill; T h e Sight of Memnon, place that Fiend beiore me, (Exit, Enter. Memnon. Mem. Where, where's the Prince ? O give hira to m y Sword / His tall white Plume, which like a high-wrought Foam Floated on thetempeftuous Stream of Fight, Shew'd where he fwept the Field ; I follow'd fwift, But m y approach hrs turn'd him into Air Enter Myron. The Fight but now begins ! Myr. W h y who art Thou ? Mem. Prince I a m - - - * . ... Myr. Memnon. (Difdainfulty Mem. No I'm Mandane. Mm. She's" here, flic's here, flic's all: Her Wrongs and virtues ! (Striking his Head and BMf- Virtues and Wrongs ! Thou worfe than Murderer jWyr. I charge Thee name her not, toiocar Croak With that i'11-omen'd Note. Mem. Mandane I ^ KING^/ Egypt. *7 Myr. Beitfo. When Irefled on her mean Love for Thee, And Plot againft m y Life, m y Pain i$ left. Mens. Tit falfe; (he meant, fte knew it not; Ramefes, He, only, he, was confeious of the Thought, Myr. Then I'm a Wretch indeed i Mem. Ai fuch I'll ufe Thee: I'll crufh Thee like fome Poifon on the Earth, Then hafte and cleanfe me in the Blood of M e n. Myr. I thank Thee for this Spirit which exalts Thee Into a Foe, I need not blufh to meet. Now from my Soul, it joys me thou art found And found alive ; by Heav'n, fo much I hate Thee I fear'd that Thou waft Dead, and had'ft efcap'd roe' I'll drench my Sword in thy detefted Blood Of to make thee Immortal by my own. ' Mem. Myron! Myr, Rebel i Mem. Myron! Myr. Hell! Mem. Mandane! ,.. Myr. Jail the Blow, and mfler flin l M y r o n / ^ tt£;^ toy.; U r"^ F°e Wi,< »« ** Captiye tlSii!SSttI i^'^ Vouchee t0 hidSS^^undme, 4 Enter |