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Show 38 The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or, That leads m e to the Means, h o w I m a y fave M y Love > or that, which leads m e to m y Grave, [i SCENE changes to the Country. Enter Ofman with feveral Officers. Ofm. Far hence he cannot be ; And by the Villagers Description, It muft be the Prince, they faw. v Toff 'Tis ftrange that Mifery fhould be fo filent: That Birds in mournful Notes fhould Chare his Griefs, Jach Grove fhould echo the fad Accents back, And every Bark contain the fatal Story. : o/T Let's feparate j he cannot fcape our Search. [ •"' Enter Tachmas. Tach Greatnefs (the Earneft of malicious Fate For future W o e ) was never meant a Good > Baited with gilded Ruin, 'tis caft out T o catch poor eafie Man. U'hat is't to be a Prince ? T o have a keener Senfe of our Misfortunes: That's all our wretched Gam. The Vulear think us happy s and at diftance. Like fome fam'd ruinous Pile, w e feem to flounlh: Sut w e w h o live at home, alone can ted The fad Difquiets, and decays of Peace, That always haunt the Dwelling. SowtraS doft thou charm the Minds of Ifa! S t a S will chufe to Aarve on Mounuu. Tops, Rather than tafte the Plenty of the Vale. SJny kind1 Sta, defied^yjgggw / The PERSIAN PRINCE. 35> Re-Enters with Officers. Tach C o m e to m y Arms, m y Warriors! thefe are they; ho in the piercing Winter of our Fortune, line to our faplefs Sides, and keep us warm. ce more let m e endear you to m y Heart: , nd now, m y Friends, part w e like Soldiers here ; U to our feveral Fates: Fight for the King, si have done, and may your Services better paid. J ^ Ofm. Oft have w e feen Fate hovering o er our Camp* all the bloody Horrors of a W a r ; or have w e left our General at the V i e w : nd fhall w e here dcfert him bafely ? here ? here only Hunger, or fome trivial Want, hich War has turn'd to Nature in us) threatens ? i-Off. Fate could not part our Fortunes in the War* or fhall fhe now. Ofm. Were thofe (oft Slaves of Luxury and Eafe o head an Army ; thofe w h o thus have wrong'd you* ow would they Voice it o'er and o'er for Tachmas o come, and blunt the Edge of War again ! i Of. Bale Natures always bate, where they're oblig'd. Enter Arbanes with a Guard. Arb. M y Lord ! I come empower'd to take ou Prifoner, as Traitor to the State. Tach. A Traitor I 'ythee forbear m e that, and I refign y felf to Juftice up, without the Stain thy black Blood upon m y Innocence. Arb. I come not here to talk. Ofm. There's not a Life here, hich fondly you efteem within your Power, t muft be fold at dearer Rates of Blood, n you, and all your crowd of Guards can pay: nf'uL' ' mySe n e r o u s F r*ends! I muff not thu^ Difobedience to m y King's Command, My forgo m y Virtue: If he think fit t^ke rnv Lite, or make it yet more wrenched Loyalty ties up m y forward Sword m ' X t * *> teaches filentiy to fuffer ail. And |