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Show 6% The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or9 4rb. ?Tis to their meeting in the other World, [^ Sunam* Ofm. So j to m y Knowledge, you will firft meetf Tach. 'Tis done, the bufinefs of our Fate is done; H o w fares m y Love ? fpeak, for, in fpight of Death, T h y Eyes ftill carry their refiftlefs Fires, And Beauty fits in Triumph on thy ' heeks. Arb. N o w , Sunamire ! thus profp' ou^ in iievetw Let's hug our felves, and laugh to fee 'cm fall, [Ofman gives rachmas«s Ofm. Stand on your Guard, m y Lord! foon aske The Poifon w o r k j Defpair and Madnefs will Enforce his Hand to fome damn'd bloody Deed. Arb. Thou dbft not feel the Pleafures, that I have, T o fee thefe whining, conftant Lovers die. What means this dulnefs ? ha! thyEyesare T h y Lips too tremble to relate the Caufe. Sun. O ! w e are poorly caught in our o w n Snare, The Poifon, w e prepar'd for them, the Slave Has given to us. [Sinks Arb. H a ! poifon'd !• yes 'tis here : I feel the Traitor working to m y Heart. Bat I have yet a Sword, that fhall prevent T h e turns of Fate, and w e will fall reveng'd. - • W h a t mean thefe Shouts ? But I defer too long H a ! Tachmas arm'd ? Tach. Yes, Tray tor, to thy Ruin. Arb. Then thus I brave m y Fate. - O ! I a m flain. [They fight Arbanes) Sun. Speak Brother, is he d o w n ? Then to my P I'll come, and triumph once over his Heart: But fee, m y happy Rival does appear, Trembling, and fainting in the Arms of Fear: K o w ftrike, whilft, nobly thus I conquer here. [ Enter Seliman, Begona, Attendants, Ifmael bond and guarded. Sel. H e lives, he lives, you Gods ! Once more, with ail the dearnefs of a Brother, The PERSIAN PRINCE. 69 U upon thy Breaft, the Haven, where beaten Mind rides fate, fecure from reftlefs ons, which, like Tempefts on the Main, ve Reafon from the Guidance of our Lives, 1 leave us fhipwrack'd on a barbarous Coaft. eg. I fee, m y Son, the Hands of Heav'n, and Fate," e been employ'd in thy Deliverance. fay, m y Tachmas! fpeak the wondrous Courfc, t Heav'n purfu'd to refcue thee from Death. \ch. That beft m y Life's Preferver here can felJ. [To Ofman; /. Thy Habit fpeaks a Slave : Yet in thy Face ething appears familiar to m y Eyes, 11 have often feen j but when, and where, Memory has loft. Great Sir, I have been honour'd in your Service,; r Soldier from m y Youth j Ofman my Name, ch you, Sir, muft remember, fince your Favours inguifh'd it firft from the Crowd. [To Tachmas* ch. My Friend ! \fman here ! then Heav'n has fent the Sword Shield of all the War. O Royal Sir ! me prefent a Captain to your Knowledge, thy that noble Title. [Ofman kneels to Seliman. /. Rife to our Favour : The Particulars thou cam'ft here difguis'd, and by what means Faith and Gratitude have work'd their Ends, ppier Hour will claim. Remove thefe Bodies $ for that Slave, fuch mat chiefs Villanies has confefs'd, as Mercy cannot pardon : him to Death, away with him. U go j but firft I make this hearty Wifh ; lame Ambition (for the publick Good, mg upon the Crutches of the Crowd) fall : ' Treafon ever need the People* Swords, ma/they valiamly compound for Words • H may all Difturbers of the State ' M j popular, and meet m y Fate. [/, led ^ Sel. |
