_Mem._ Go noble Ghost, I will attend. _Chi._ I thank ye. _Stre._ Ye have sav'd your throat, and handsomly: Farewel, Sir. [_Exit_ Chilax. _Mem._ Sing me the Battles of _Pelusium_, In which this Worthy dyed. _Eum._ This will spoil all, and make him worse Than e'r he was: sit down, Sir, And give your self to rest. SONG. _Arm, arm, arm, arm, the Scouts are all come in,_ _Keep your Ranks close, and now your honours win._ _Behold from yonder Hill, the Foe appears,_ _Bows, Bills, Glaves, Arrows, Shields, and Spears,_ _Like a dark Wood he comes, or tempest pouring;_ _O view the Wings of Horse the Meadows scowring,_ _The vant-guard marches bravely, hark, the Drums_--dub, dub. _They meet, they meet, and now the Battel comes:_ _See how the Arrows fly,_ _That darken all the Skye;_ _Hark how the Trumpets sound,_ _Hark how the Hills rebound._--Tara, tara, tara. _Hark how the Horses charge: in Boys, Boys in_--tara, tara. _The Battel totters; now the wounds begin;_ _O how they cry,_ _O how they dy!_ _Room for the valiant _Memnon_ arm'd with thunder,_ _See how he breaks the Ranks asunder:_ _They flye, they flye, _Eumenes_ has the Chace,_ _And brave _Polybius_ makes good his place._ _To the Plains, to the Woods,_ _To the Rocks, to the Floods,_ _They flie for succour: Follow, follow, follow,_ Hey, hey. _Hark how the Souldiers hollow _Brave _Diocles_ is dead,_ _And all his Souldiers fled,_ _The Battel's won, and lost,_ _That many a life hath cost._ _Mem._ Now forward to the Temple. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Chilax. _Chi._ Are ye gone? How have I 'scap'd this morning! by what miracle! Sure I am ordain'd for some brave end. _Enter_ Cloe. _Clo._ How is it? _Chi._ Come, 'tis as well as can be. _Clo._ But is it possible This should be true you tell me? _Chi._ 'Tis most certain. _Clo._ Such a gross Ass to love the Princess? _Chi._ Peace, Pull your Robe close about ye: you are perfect In all I taught ye? _Cl[o]._ Sure. _Chi._ Gods give thee good luck. 'Tis strange my Brains should still be beating Knavery For all these dangers, but they are needful mischiefs, And such are Nuts to me; and I must do 'em. You will remember me-- _Clo._ By this kiss, _Chilax_. _Chi._ No more of that, I fear another thunder. _Clo._ We are not i'th' Temple, man. _Enter_ Siphax. _Chi._ Peace, here he comes, Now to our business handsomly; away now. [_Ex._ Chilax, _and_ Cloe. _Si._ 'Twas sure the Princess, for he kneel'd unto her, And she lookt every way: I hope the Oracle Has made me happy; me I hope she lookt for,