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_LABOURERS SONG._
_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?
_Caesar_.
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