SCENE VI.
Phanor and Joseph's Brethren.
Phan.
Fear not—Peace be unto you—'twas your God,
That gave you Treasure in your Sacks, for me
I had your Money, and declare you Guiltless,
Nor think that Zaphnath bears so base a Soul
As to condemn you wrongfully—nor one
So cruel to refuse you farther Succour.
Judah.
Thy gracious Words revive my drooping Spirits;
And kindly Hope of being guiltless thought
Glows in my Heart, and kindles Life anew.
AIR.
To keep afar from all Offence,
And conscious of its Innocence,
Is not enough for the Defence
Of an unspotted Heart.
A light Suspicion oftentimes
Of uncommitted unthought Crimes
Its Purity with Slander limes,
And gives it the Delinquent's Part.
Chorus of the Brethren.
Thus one with ev'ry Virtue crown'd,
For ev'ry Vice may be renown'd.
