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Show 68 BUS 1 R I S, Enter Memnon. Mem Ah Villains! Curfed Atheifts! Can you bear T i S P o £ u r e f o m that Form? What are Numbers, When I behold thofe Eyes \ Not « « e «he Glory, That fingly thus I quell a Hoft of Foes Inhuman Robbers \ O h bring back m y Soul. (They force her off, he rufhes in upon them and istakto Poor Comfort to Mankind that they can loft Their Lives but once-But oh ! a thoufand times Be torn froca what they love. Enter Ramefes* Ram Far have I waded in the bloody Field, Laborious through the ftubborn Ranks of War, And trae'd thee in a Labyrinth of Death; But thus to find Thee ! -Better find Thee Dead! Thefe Slaves will ufe Thee ill. Mem. Of that no more ; Myron is Dead, and by this Arm. Ram. I thajik Thee. All my few Spirits left exult with Joy, J'll chafe and fcourge him through the lower World, Mem. Alas thou bleed'rt. Ram. Curfe on the Tyrant's Sword, I bleed to Death. But cou'd not leave the Wor|d. Without a laft Embrace. Juft now I met The poor Mandane. ' yiem. Quickly ipeak what faid fhe ? Ram. Nothing of Comfort Ccafc to ask me to If you meet more, your Meeting will beftd. -j yJur Arm, I faint - A h what is Human J-ife. H o w like the Dial's tardy-moving Shade Day after Day Aides from us twperceivd * T h e cunning Fugitive is fwift by Stealth, Too fabricji. the Movement to be to, yet foon the Hour is u p - - a n a we *i* b ^ K I N G ? / Egypt. 69 Farewel I pity Thee., (Dies. Mem. Farewel. brave Friend ! Wou'd I cou'd bear Thee Company to Reft, But Life in all its Terrors ftands before me, And Ihuts the Gate of Peace againft m y Wiftiei- Do I not hear a Peal of Diftant Thunder ? And fee, a fudden Darknefs fnuts the Day, And quite blots out the Sun but what to me, The Colour oftheSky ? A Death-cold D ew Hangs on my Brow, and all my flacken'd Joints Areftiook without a C a u f e - - A Groan ! from whence ? Again! And no one near me ; Vain DeJufion ! Yet not I fear in vain ! fome 111 is tow'rds me, More dreadful fure, than all that's paft. Mandanel I hop'd (he was at Peace, and paft the reach Of this ill News, but fuch my wayward Fate I cannot aiic a Curfe but 'tis deny'd me: And cou'd I wifh I ne'er fhould fee her more? Enter Mandane guarded. Mand. This is my Brother ; a fhort Privacy It a fmall Favour you may grant a Foe Guarfur Lct"be lhort'we may not wait y°ar lei-m6' £££*' C°nfine y°a" &**- Ven- And I will blefc'your Mercie, while 1 fuffer Mand. 'Twas kind • But Oh! thofe HanHi'in Q J , For which they JJJncft 1 ? d-e?J thc B,«"ng, j «arnutiy were rais'd to H e a y ' n -^ Mem, • • - . |