_Come let us help the reverend Nile,_ _He's very old (alas the while)_ _Let us dig him easie wayes,_ _And prepare a thousand Playes:_ _To delight his streams let's sing_ _A loud welcom to our Spring._ _This way let his curling Heads_ _Fall into our new made Beds._ _This way let his wanton spawns,_ _Frisky and glide it o're the Lawns._ _This way profit comes, and gain:_ _How he tumbles here amain!_ _How his waters haste to fall_ _Into our Channels! Labour all_ _And let him in: Let Nilus flow,_ _And perpetuall plenty show._ _With Incense let us bless the brim,_ _And as the wanton fishes swim,_ _Let us Gums, and Garlands fling,_ _And loud our Timbrels ring._ _Come (old Father) come away,_ _Our labour is our holy day._ Isis. _Here comes the aged River now_ _With Garlands of great Pearl, his Brow_ _Begirt and rounded: In his Flow_ _All things take life; and all things grow._ _A thousand wealthy Treasures still,_ _To do him service at his will_ _Follow his rising Flood, and pour_ _Perpetuall blessings in our store._ _Hear him: and next there will advance,_ _His sacred Heads to tread a Dance,_ _In honour of my Royal Guest,_ _Mark them too: and you have a Feast._ _Cleo._ A little dross betray me? _Cæsar_. I am asham'd I warr'd at home, (my friends) When such wealth may be got abroad: what honour? Nay everlasting glory had _Rome_ purchas'd, Had she a just cause but to visit _Ægypt_? _NILUS_ SONG, _AND DANCE._ _Make room for my rich waters fall, and bless my Flood,_ _Nilus comes flowing, to you all encrease and good._ _Now the Plants and Flowers shall spring,_ _And the merry Plough-man sing_ _In my bidden waves I bring_ _Bread, and wine, and every thing._ _Let the Damsells sing me in:_ _Sing aloud that I may rise:_ _Your holy Feasts and hours begin,_ _And each hand bring a Sacrifice._ _Now my wanton Pearls I show_ _That to Ladies fair necks grow._ _Now my gold_ _And treasures that can ne're be told,_ _Shall bless this Land, by my rich Flow,_ _And after this, to crown your Eyes,_ _My hidden holy head arise._ _Cæsar_. The wonder of this wealth so troubles me, I am not well: good-night. _Sce._ I am glad ye have it: Now we shall stir again. _Ptol._ Thou wealth, still haunt him. _Sce._ A greedy spirit set thee on: we are happy. _Ptol._ Lights: lights for _Cæsar_, and attendance. _Cleo._ Well, I shall yet find a time to tell thee _Cæsar_, Thou hast wrong'd her Love: the rest here. _Ptol._ Lights along still: Musick, and Sacrifice to sleep for _Cæsar_. [_Exeunt._ _ACTUS QUARTUS. SCENA PRIMA._ _Enter_ Ptolomy, Photinus, Achillas, Achoreus.