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Show 14 The Loyal BROTHER; or^ O Mother ! beg her, on your Knees implore, Entreat her for your poor offending Son ; Tell her I kneel, but dare not ask for Pardon, Left ev'n then m y Words fhould giveOffence. Beg. O rife m y royal Lord ! Some fecret Grief Bedews her Cheeks, which I cou'd never learn, Altho' I often preft her to difcover. Enter an Eunuch. Tun. A n Officer begs Admittance from the Prince. Sel. Conduct him in. Sem. Did he not name the Prince? m y Heart confinn For I have loft the weight of m y Afflictions, And a m within a little World of Joy. Ifm. Methinks a fudden Pleafure overcomes Your Miftrefs's Sorrows. Sel. H a ! Ifm, Was there ought, in what T h e Eunuch faid, to work fo quick a Change ? Sel. Nothing to her but w h y that Queftion ? Ifm. Only a foolim Doubt, but I a m fatisfyU Sel. The manner of thy Speech fays not. Ifm. Alas! Age in a Minute raifes Scruples, That Years can't folve ; and this perhaps is one. But fince you tell m e fhe was not concern'd In what the Eunuch faid, I'll give it o'er. Sel. He faid, an Officer begs Admittance from the Prin Ifm. H e did, m y Lord ; and as he nam'd the Prince, A fudden Joy, like Light'ning, dry'd her Tears, And not a Cloud was feen in that bright Heav'n. Sel. H a ! Ifmael! thy Words have ftunn'd m e more, Than the united Force of Heav'n cou'd do. I fear thy Friendfhip has been fatal to me, With an officious Eye difcovering, What, for m y Peace, had better been conceal'd. Enter O f man. Ofm. Let Perfia flourifh, and its royal Lord Be ever Mafler of the Afian WTorld : And when Fame calls your Armies to the Field, M a y Tachmas lead 'em out, and ftill return As now, triumphant H o m e, In all the Glories of a famous War, The PERSIAN PRINCE. if el Say, have we conquer'd then ? Relate the Means •Vuch prodigious Odds were overthrown. J Our Armies lay in view ; Gehun between f, as peacej in filver Currents ftream'd, W her Store to quench the Flame of War ; Tallin vain \ Shouts, Trumpets, Drums, [dreadful Echo's, bid the Battels join ? , on our Guard, and they expeaisg when , pour a purple Deluge on our Plain. tem. H o w m y Heart beats with Fear \. $fm. This was our Pofture ; when one folemn Morn Hot began in the proud Tartars Tents, for ended with the Sun, for half the Night as given to Sporting, Luxury, and Wine : Wch, when the Prince perceiv'd ; filent, as Sleep ale on their reeling Senfes, forth he drew | Army, and at their Head he cry'd, iGlory be your Aim, n o w follow m e : lien leap'd into the Stream, Id, like a Sea-God mounted on a Wave, th'd the ftrong Tide, and lead a floating W a r : pich, when their Out-guards found, alarm'd the Campj It there Confufion in a thoufand Shapes pfriended us; like Cadmus Brood, they fell w each others Swords, and made our Conqueft eafie. fSel. By Holy's Sou], 'twas Conduct for a God ! nd worth th' Experience of an Age of Arms. ! now m y Mother ! Peace is doubly wekome9 Jot only banifhing m y Peoples Fears, It as the Glory of m y Brother's Arms. Beg. Tachmas has copied what your Sword firft drew ; ou tor your Father conquer'd, he for you. Sel. Said the Prince nothing of returning H o m e ? "fm. M y Speed had been prevented, not fome Orders to the Army ftaid him. |o Morrow's earlieft Sun will fee him here.' \Sel. A thoufand Tumains for thy welcome News1 to. B M n g s for ever hang upon thy Tongue. X2cK thr° m ^ i n e d o r a s > toucfirFime -ak, proclaim an univerfal Joy : Let |