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Show 4$ The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or. But a too violent Speed has ruin'd all. As an unpra&is'd Seaman, in a Storm, Plies all his Sail to the unruly Winds, To wing him to a Port, and never thinks That the uneven Vcifel is o'erpower'd j Till he too late laments his Ignorance, And every Billow offers him a T o m b. Arb. TheBafe, on which all ourDeflgns were foun Is overturn'd ; the Sophy's Love abates j And n o w 'tis rumour'd through the Court, that foon He'll give Semanthe up to Tachmas' Arms. Sun. Firft let the Frame of Nature be dilTolv'd; Let Sunamire be Duft, and laid in Earth Deep as the Center; elfe they are not fafe From the Contrivance of a Rival's Rage. Tho' I both hate his Perfon, and his Lovej Yet but to fee him in another's Arms, Would give m e fpeedy Death. W h a t ! fhall Semanthe triumph in m y Spoils? Shall fhe enjoy him all ? whilft I ftand wifhing, And like a Spirit damn'd, a m robb'd of Hope ? O Hell! it mads m y Reafon but to think on't. I fhall become their May-game j At their loofe Intervals of calmer Love. She'll hang upon his Lips, and beg him tell T h e Story of m y PafTion o'er again ; Which he relates, and with a fcorntul Smile, Adds to m y Shame, to make the Girl more vain. And muft this be whilft I have Being ? no; The Thunder rages in m y Breaft for vent; Here, here it rouis to make its violent Way ; And n o w it burfts : The flaming Belts are hurl'd: See, fee ; the Lovers are d-ifpers'cl and fcatter'd, Whiskt up into the Air, like Summer's Duft By Whirlwinds. [i Ifm. She grows bfg with n e w Defigns, And thefe dire Pangs toretel their Birth at hand. Arb. 'Tis W o m a n only helps us a ftand. [lu Tach The PERSIAN PRINCE, 49 Tachmas crefftng the Stage. Tack Where fhall I fly to fhun this Solitude ? y Melancholy haunts m e every where : d not one kindly Beam pierces the Gloom my dark Thoughts, to give a glimpfe of Comfort." re, as in Eden once, tho' all things fmile, 0' Nature plays the Prodigal, and gives rge handed, what our boundlefs Wilhes crave j t difcontentedly I roam about, d cannot tafte the Pieafures of the Vkce. e Court feems all a crowded Wiidernefs, ere 1 appear, like the firft Man, forlorn\ hilft each created Being elfe enjoys, happy Pairs, the Fellowfhip of Life : d if his loanly State he did bemoan, dwifht an Eve. when W o m a n was unknown^ at would he have done, had he been fore'd from her' n as he found her fortunately Fair ? fZ • e-enter Sunamire with a Letter, Arbanes m n f m i d m. Brother, this Letter is your Care • tho' to m e directed from the Prince' it muft fall into Semanthe's Hands ' % A Slave attendant on her Perfon do the Bufinefs. ». I'll make a Vifit to Semanthe, and f he.r ^Degrees to meet the News • Pf your fearchiog Thoughts ' »-Sue.nothing could be fipy for from ,. , , s the fitted way, I did propofe ™ Ae *tbi wtcach others Ruin from ,u.'r, M.Aboutit)M,da„rioren0tS T Minute's worth a Year of ° preftnt N o W i • I* this PJ0tfail, thin H e / v ™ ™ 0 1 1 Hours •D "if™d Tieiimui^ee b ou^utt ^rtrrrii«mV^t L^ &ap«far"t«'m,eW-fnwtc.. fi* And |