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Show lt The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or^ Arb. But all his glorious Actions are your o w n; Since you, like Streams, from the fame Fountain run] Sel. I cannot talk of Fields, of War, or Arms, Mention a Siege, or Battel, that I w o n ; But I a m thought to boaft: I k n o w your Idol; Y o u plant m y Lawrel Wreaths on Tachmas' Brow; And would m y C r o w n : By Heav'n I k n o w your Hearts Arb. Alha forbid that you mould think us Traitors, Ifm. He's flrangely thoughtful. Arb. O it flings his Soul. Sel. Ifmael, thou art honed: Dofl thou think the Prince Ifm. What of the Prince, m y Lord? Sel. W h y nothing n o w: 'Twas hut an idle Thought, and I difmifs it. Ifm. Your Royal Mother, with the fair Semanthe, Intend this W a y. Sel. Then comes the brighteft Star, the charted Glory That ever waited on Diana's Pride; Light without Heat, and Youth without Defire. O h Ifmael I what Courage can refill: T h e raging Torments of a hopelefs Love ? *Tis that, in fpight of all m y Victories, M y paft Renown, or Soldier's Hardinefs, That drives me, like a Coward, to the Ground, Breathlefs and pale before that fcornful Beauty. Ifm. It goes as I would have it. Sel. Sulfas I woo'd, when at her Feet I lay, Begging the Bounty of a Look to blefs me, Hadft thou but fcen with what a modeft Pride, A Virgin Innocence, and chafle Referv'dnefs, She took the humble Offering of m y Love; H o w ftill in oil the Windings of m y Paflion, Through the High-tide of V o w s , and flrorsg Temptatio She kept an equal Mind; by Heav'n I think, Hadd thou then feen the temperate Virgin (land, Cold to m y Flame, as Marble to the Sun, ' (Not flufht and haughty with her Conqueft made, As others vainer of her Sex would be) Thou would'ft have lov'd her rigid Virtue too. Ifm-. Take warmer Beauties to your Bread, whofeHfl May melt that frozen Image of a Love. The PERSIAN PRINCE. X$ Sel 0 thou miftak'ft, nothing can drive her hence : ier rigorous Beauty binds m e for her Slave, freezes the wandring Current of m y Love, rhich did fhe finite, would loofely glide along Into the boundlefs Ocean of her Sex. Were (he like other W o m e n to be mov'd, oming, and forward to believe our Vows, 6 drink our Tears, and melt within our Arms j hen I fhould flight the eafie conquer'd Prey : ut of fuch different Tempers w e are fram'd, fere's fuch a Contrariety between us, "ike fighting Qualities, each gathers Force, nd as fhe freezes, I confume, and burn ItJb fiercer Violence of raging Love. Ifm. M y Lord, fhe enters. Enter Begona, and Semanthe attended. Sel. Hail beauteous Maid! thou leading Light of Heav'n! near the Sun you fhine, fo bright your Luftre $ e juflly may miftake you for the Morn, d pay our earlier Devotion here. mm. The Pomp and Entertainments of the Day ak fome high Feftival : Perhaps your Birth as claim'd this Sun a facrifice to Jolity. hile you, the royal Lord, nclude in lavifhly .beftowing Praifes Sel Take 'cm as th' Offering of exceffive Love i e Meaning of m y Soul. * Sem. As they are meant, e effect of Gallantry, I take 'em all f ' n ° 1 ThrW) Smfm^ h° w fhali I convince thee > hat (hall I fay, or h o w lhall I proteft * conquer thy Belief? ' u'drt thou difcern the Workings of m y Soul fs through this Bofom to m y throbb^i u\ 1 ^erethou wouidftbehold^rh^i^r 5 hy doft thou take the Beauti^ fW* „ ke the Suns Flower, ™ G £ ^ W * F ^«Fng too ! what has my C done? G s? |