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Show 16 The LoyalBKOTHVK. or, I n pE R S I A N pR l N C E . 17 LLeett PPlleennttvy ttrriiuummpphh iinn oouurr SSttrreeeettss,. rri\crhh PPrMerf-e«n*ts. ** Be fhar'd among our Subjects, not a Face Be feen in Sorrow : Grief her felf muft fmiJe, W h e n Seliman appears to C r o w n the Day. Let our foft Virgins n o w no longer mourn, But fly to every Meadow, Bower, and Grove, Supinely melting on the Bed of Love : For the glad Day comes on, that will reftore Their Lovers to their Arms, and to m y Power Confirm n e w Bleffings, ne'er enjoy'd before. [Exeunt omnes, pr*t. Ifm. rf, Ifm. Twice have I held the Glories of a Favourite And fway'd the Father once, as n o w the Son ; High, as Ambition join'd with Power cou'd raife mc Yet Blafts have nipt m y Summers blowing Pride, Wither'd the glorious Bloflbms of m y Hopes, And left me leaflefs to the threatning Storms. • Arb. When Sophy Cabas rul'd, moft true m y Lord, You fhar'd fome part of his divided Favours : But fafe in Seliman's Breaft you fleep fecure, •uft in Peace; or rot in Kcfp-tais. ut tell me, Ifmael! nay feel theie Limbs, 'hefe Arms, are they pa<* wielding of a Sword ? jy Heav'n I think not : or has ray good old Friend 'ergot his killing Virtue ? or has Ruft bund up its Fury. ? neither ; fet, it comes, nd feels as keen* and looks as bright, and gay the young Warrior's, when he firft appears polifht Steel, and marching to the Field. len w h y am I lain by ? why a m I not General ftill ? llfm. Ay, there's a Queftion will admit debating. \ Arb. And not to be decided, 'till this Sword ' pears in Blood again : O Ifmael! ,iou kind Regarder of m y Fame, I fwear, Kere not thy ftricter Virtue to infpire generous heat of Action in m y Soul, hink 'twou'd fettle almoft to Difhonourv Alas! I was a conscientious Fool, Bid durft not think of Vengeance ; all m y Wrongs [Draws, Far above Envy, or a Rival's Reach. Pd dur,t not t m n K or vengeance; ail m y Ifm. No, no, Arbanes, no ; thou'rt fhort-ey'd here Wite blotteci from m ? M c r a o ry> and ioft i There's yet a Cedar that out-tops m y Pride ; Wl n o w thc7 live again, and by m y Sword That grows too fait, and fliades m e from the Sun; 5h,al! be ieveng'd « full 'Tis Tachmas; baneful N a m e to all m y Hopes, W h o by the Giant weight of his Deferts Prefles m y Fate, and keeps it ftruggling under. Arb. Ifmael, in that N a m e thou fhbb'ft m y Soul With the remembrance of m y former Glory : 6ncel was great; m y Hopes as flourifhing,' As n o w declin'd ; m y Fate erected high As Victory could raife it; *till the Prince, That Boy, m y Scholar in the trade of Arms, By Treachery defpoil'd m e of thofe Plumes, My Valour purchas'd with an Age of War. Ifm. W h y did you bear it ? Arb. Dofl thou not k n o w the Fate of Soldiers r We're but Ambition's Tools, to cut away T o her unlawful Ends ; and when we're worn, Hack'd, h e w n with conftant Service, thrown aiide Ifm. Be calm, and hear me. Arb. Calm \ Ifmael! fure thou mock'ft m y Patience"; Why I'm a Pidgeon-hearted Slave, a thing So overgrown with that poor fneaking Virtue, I almoft doubt m y Courage. Ifm Arbanes I know I look upon the Prince, As a black Cloud, that rifes on m y Glory • I know it, and I hate him more than thou ; Tho with lefs Noife ; I have no Army loft, No Title, of the War ; 'twas not m y Province: The Court has been m y Sphear, •here, with the Mufick of m y Tongue in Council £charm'd Opinion after me, L e n thought S K;; ftlTrmy ,Words & -* m 5 uar nas itoopt to entertain em • & \ t ™ Wel;d l0Dg' »nd whence I fiar 0 "^flMWt. unlefs outed by the Prince . ' His V/h |