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Show 18 The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or^ His^ Merit Sows feft as t h c ^ ^ s Love, V;hich if I aim not wide,' Itki meeting Tides, &1ay dafh m y Fate, and fink m y "]Pride for ever. Thus tho' from different Lines our Wrongs proceed, They center in Revenge. Arb. lH\ ftaj> j>rm m hh Triumph. ' *' Ifm. The Policy fcf Soldiers! here is"one Can't purchafe a Revenge, without being hang'd. A Statcfman wou'd#have found a thoufand ways. But fee, w e are difturb'd. Enter Sunamire. Arb. M y Sifter Sunamire alone, and thoughtful \ Ifm. I k n o w her haughty Spirit Relents an Injury above her Sex ; And has all the Contrivance of a W o m a n, In working of a Revenge : Wou'd fhe was ours; Arb. A Plot without a Prieft, or W o m a n in't, Had been a Prodigy. Ifm. Let us withdraw, I wou'd unfeen obferve herj Sun. Tachmas to Morrow to return, and therefore Through Ifpahan a general Joy : Goes it not there ! O Tortures ! Furies ! Hell! ay, that's the Csufe: N o , Sunamire muft curfe his crowding Triumphs: And when he comes, m y Wiflies be his Welcome; Put if I muft behold him ; may thefe Eyes, Thefe Eyes that wanted Fire to w a r m his Heart, Flafh fierce as Bafilisks, and dart him dead. Ifm. Yet nigher [To Arbd I The PERSIAN PRINCE. • Bat here at Court, where each Apartment is a Theatre, •ind all the World Obfervers of our Follies, or me to whine a tedious Scene or Love, , beyond Patience : Let m y Fancy w o r k - • Ifm. O now fhe's on the Rack ! Sm. Ay, n o w the Prefence fills, I fee the Prince the bright Circle, like a Charmer ftand, ith all the Beauties of rhe Eaft around him ; .iear his melting Language, hear his Court, is foft Addreffo, and his fighing Love ; rhilft m y falfc Senfes, flattering m y Defpair, 'hifper through every Manfion of m y Soul, -> Sunamire they're meant, they're meant to m e :, jen, then I can no longer bear the Thought; ly eager Joy works outward on m y Cheeks, id every Eye obferves m y wild Concern : which the Ladies laugh, and 1 too late e Caufe perceiving, blufhing fly the Room, mourn m y pad D i f g r a c e - M y Brother heref Arb. Sifter, f ve heard your Story, and a m glad iat yourjlevenge points at the Man I hate. Ifm. Long have I waited Time, and n o w it comes, be golden Minute comes, that offers us fafe Revenge, but mounted on.the Wing: iy Sunamire, Arbanes, fhaJl it pafs nheeded like the common Births of Time ? Sun. Not that m y Fondnefs does exceed the BoundsVSeu nw.h Wy hRye viesn igte m ?a dIef afo Q,u we/hHyo nt ri?fl ey oyuo ua re wrong'd, 0 f a Court Lady ; no, I can accept Whate'er a Score of fond protefting Things, In all their height of Gallantry, can fay, And the next Minute part with 'em for ever, If that were all: But to be fcorn'd ! that that's T h e Hell of Hells, the Plague of Womankind ! Ifm. Arbanes ! faid fhe not fcorn'd ? Arb. She did. Sun. Had I been born of vulgar Parentage, Then unobferv'd I might retire, and in S o m e Corner melt m y Sorrows into Tears: ie Hours in Talk ? But coward Man wou'd cool, id not the Shame, or publick Tongue provoke him, ore than the Senfe of Honour, to Revenge m- O ! you have rais'd a dire, provoking Thought, oud make a timorous Anchorite fearlefs, un to the fatal Steel, and ftab his Prince : fcvTn \l n ° W hC di"' a thoufend Wfongs Arb. Buwth at more fenfibiy does touch Ais proud Scorn of thee me, |
