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Show io The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or, O glorious Odds! and by our Prophet's Soul, Worthy impewa].G,im.eft~rs, worthy us, And tfc R e n o w n oVthfs \np.mortal Throne. [ The PERSIAN PRINCE. II p*o have more Strength to fight, or lefs, to die. Rut then you role, and Fortune could no more: war is proclaim'd, and you the General. •'.'But fay, m y Loids, What has their Fury done? Arb, L'ke Clouds, it vanifh'd at btfr rifing Sun, T o the R^noMfrtol'Ro^sl .Seliman j Let fome report their Conquefls to the World j They Provinces fubdued, but under Ground, And peopled Graves: They triumph'd t©o, but how? In Deash they triumph'd, for they fell by you; < Sel. There fpoke the Voice of War! Yes, w e have conquer'd 'em, and (hall again, Since Tachmas leads our Armies to the Field. Thrice they the Gehun paft, as oft thou know'ft, Khohemus felt the Wounds of Tartars Swords* Where was I then, Arbanes? flood I idle? For thou wcrt m y Lieutenant in-the War, Saw'ft all m y Anions, therefore bcft canft fpeak 'emi Arb. The Grecian Bfoqtrence can never paint Your Victories, (ro mention luc the firft) H o w then fhali I r but m y rr fleeting Soul Shews the pafl See- ry to m y View, And I can fpeak a T I L; Sel. You Gods! a Tiu hf I think m y Actions do di(dain a Lie T d fpeak 'em brave. Arb. Diead Sir, you wrong m y Meaning. Sel. I a m calm, proceed. Arb. A barbarous People, of a rougher Clime, Invade our Frontiers, burn our Villages, Unycke our labouring Oxen from the Plough, Our Ftackf deftroy, and after them our Hinds: The fatal N e w s enters our City Gates, And Jfp.ihan appears one Face of Sorrow! The Virgins (hriek, the Matrons Fear prevents T h e ftroke of War; old Bed-rid Age laments Its m a n y Winters, or does with 'em more a fy the bright Sun, 'twas wonderful indeed. |Dur Virgins, w h o before flood dumb as Death, N o w fing us on our way: The very Boys •Act Victory at home: And coward Prielts In Mofques with Prayer battel with the Gods, But when we join'd the Foe Sel. Ay then Arbanes! Fierce as a Winter Storm upon the Main, rang'd the Field; whilft m y affrighted Foes, iike Billows at the angry Neptune's Frown, Ibcceflively did vani/h from my' Sight. [)id I not pour upon their foremofl Ranks, Sudden and fierce as Lightning, ru/h among heir thickeft Squadrons, and in glorious Heat Like Thunder breaking from a teeming Cloud) lake Defolation wait upon m y Arms.? Ifm. How Vanity diftorts him! [To Arbanes; Sel. With m y drawn Sword I pointed out the Paths fdazhng Fame, which none but I could tre-d bunting that ftately Pyramid alone, fliiJft aJI m y Army Jagg'd, and you below n.akc it fatal fay, who brought me off> ^ , the ^ Virtue of this Arm £ So h K°°PSu 2nd fcm 'em f r ™ the Field \ A I n Cat t h e m a11 llim^lf [ f i S J S f f R°^J *"*« * * a Share Sel, ArbaneSi n a n j * Arb, |