_and three Labourers._

_Isis, the Goddess of this Land,_
_Bids thee (great Caesar) understand_
_And mark our Customes, and first know,_
_With greedy eyes these watch the flow_
_Of plenteous Nilus: when he comes,_
_With Songs, with Daunces, Timbrels, Drums_
_They entertain him, cut his way,_
_And give his proud Heads leave to play:_
_Nilus himself shall rise, and show_
_His matchless wealth in Over-flow._

_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_. 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 _AEgypt_?

_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,_