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SCENE II.
To Joseph, Phanor.Phan.
Joseph, thy Fame has reach'd great Pharaoh's Ear;
Who late in Dreams perturb'd, and taught by me
The wond'rous Power of thy experienc'd Art,
Demands thy instant Presence to unfold
Their mystick Purport.
Jos.
Blest Vicissitude!
Jehovah, whom I serve, bears witness to me;
And from the Horrors of the Pit, once more,
Will deign Deliverance to his Servant's Soul.
AIR.
Come, divine Inspirer, come,
Make my humble Breast thy Home,
Draw the Curtain from mine Eye,
And present place Futurity.
Make my humble Breast thy Home,
Draw the Curtain from mine Eye,
And present place Futurity.
Thus, whilst I o'er Pharaoh's Dream,
Bright Interpretation beam,
Pharaoh's Self shall Temples raise,
And Egypt Incense to thy Praise.
[Da Capo.Bright Interpretation beam,
Pharaoh's Self shall Temples raise,
And Egypt Incense to thy Praise.
Phan.
Pardon that I so long forgot thee, Joseph;
My Heart upbraids me with Ingratitude.
Jos.
Pardon thyself—Ingratitude's a Vice
That bears its Scorpions with it—The dire Mildew
Which makes a Desert of the human Mind,
And merits more of Pity than Resentment—
But instant I'll with duteous Step attend
My Lord the King, and bow myself before him.
[Exit Jos.
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