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Show 2 0 The Loyal BKOTH^K; orfM ^ pE R S j A N pR I N CE. il Sun. Brother, that word Would paint a Shame for ever oj m y B r o w : But m y fir'd Spirit mounts ; andlif I blufh again, Think it the fcarlet Trapping of m y Rage. Arb. 'Twas like m y Sifter fpoke. Ifm. Y o u k n o w the Sophy's of a Nature hot, Vain, and ambitious ; yet withal m o d pliant, And eafie for the Flatterer to mould T o any form ; fo jealous of his Glory, That when you but oppos'd the Prince's Merit, Ambition broke through all the Bonds of Love, And (hot his fiery Soul out of his Eyes. Arb. I mark'd, and hop'd for Wonders from his Paflii But Hell ! too foon he cool'd. Ifm. And things that fooneft cool, are fooneft heated; 'Tis not a fudden overflowing PafTion, But a juft Tide of Rage, in Ebbs and Flows, Muft perfect a Revenge \ And tho' his Virtue Awhile fupprefs his Fears, yet they will rife, Engendring Doubts, Diftrufts and Jealoufies, Which of themielves will ne'er be conjur'd down; But with the Fall of him w h o firft begot 'em. W e muft foment his PafTion for Semanthe, Sinct that conduces moft to our Dcfign. Sun. H o w that, m y Lord ? Ifm. With m y continual Praifes of her Beauty; I've blown his Flame to fuch a raging Height, That n o w he'd brook a Partner in his Throne, Rather than in her Heart. Sun. Alas ! unrival'd he m a y keep that Seat* A n d if the Beauties of the Perfim Crown Did not attract beyond Semanthe s Charms, Sure even in that he might unenvy'd be. Ifm. Tachmas thinks otherwife. Sun. H a ! nam'd you Tachmas ? Ifm. Madam, I did the Prince. Sun. aTis f-Afe; O r if you did, yet falfer, if you fay H e cafts one Thought away upon SemMthe. \fm. Madam, let this fpeak for m e ; 'tis his Hand, ,d to Semanthe written. [Gives her a Letter. un. The burning Fever rages in m y Veins; ,t hold m y Heart, reftrain the Fury in, Jflch heaves me, like the fighting Winds for vent. e Queftiou more, and like the ftormy God, let you loofe, to a & it as you pleafe, fhake m e into Atoms, tear m y Brain, th a Diftra&ion that becomes Revenge. Arb. She raves alreacy. Sun. M y Lord! how came this Letter to your Hands? . The Prince's Goodnefs wifeiy chofe m y Age, be his Confident in thefe Amours ; knowing me unfit for fiercer Joys, inks I ftill love the Sport, and therefore makes m e Go-between, the Pander to their Loves. [ think I have fo much of m y Office right, haften on their Ruins. True, I make bold tafte their Letters to 'em, as they pafs ough m y Employment, (for to m e they're all los'dj what ferve m y Ends, I keep, the reft n moft faithful in delivering. Sun. Still he goes on, and every Sound more foft, ender, and melting than the former • Keii » J to Semanthe all I O I could tear felt, them you, and all the World, like this! ib piece of Love ; Lofe him to her! to her ' Por, young, acllefs, indigefted thin* ffe utmoft Pride can only boaft of Youth h^lZ^t Sf3rUre ^ h" M„d, hat rate meant her, a PJcbean Wife • A fuUtr uflajefty ro c #<* »cn with the Summer fru it of Hper T o vO now no more tvevenpe^nd rwu ._. *, 7 rcmaJe Jre : ^ w d Death, and Blood iny working Fancy fire. [Exit. Um. |