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Show W m .• %% The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or, I 77^ PERSIAN PRINCE. 2? Ifm, ^Arbanes, after her ; cool her if thou canft, Or ftorm her into Calmnefs. [Exit Arban Ifmael plus. Ifm. Virtue avaunt! to Villages be gone : But haunt the Luxury of Courts no more ; Much lefs afpiring Statefmens nobler Thoughts. Ambition is our Idol, on whofe Wings Great Minds are carried only to Extreams j T o be fublimely Great, or to be nothing : And he w h o aims his Actions at this Mark, Muft rufh with manly Refolution on, Stopping at nothing w h e n he has begun ; Still pafs the fhorteft W a y , altho' untrod, Not loyter in the beaten, honeft Road : But let our Matters watch the Heights w e foar: A Statefman's Loyalty is growing Power, And w e but watch Occafion to devour. [Zxit A C T II. S C E N E I. Tachmas'/ Triumph ujher'd in by Drums Trumpets ; and anfwer'd by Flutes, Hoe-kj and Voices from the other fide of the Stay Seliman meets T a c h m a s with a full Court. Sel. \ft7Elcome thou worthy Partner of my Fame!I * * From the rich Harveft of thy glorious Toil] Welcome m y General, m y Friend, and Brother! W h y art thou backward in thy Part of Friendfhip ? Rife to myBreaft, for m y impatient Heart Awaits thee there ; m y Arms thus fold thee in, Thus prefs thee to m y Soul, where thou wilt meet A thoufand Welcomes more than Words can give thee, J Tach. O m y Imperial Lord ! m y Godlike Mafter! H o w has your Servant merited this Grace ? Permit m e proftrate on the Earth to fall, And pay m y Adoration to this Goodnefs, Jel. I fwear it muft not be. Brother, I read Longing in our gracious Mother's Eye ; claims your Knee, and Duty. [Tachmas Kneels to Begona. ybb. W h y all your Projects are aground already, ^ e Sophy dcats upon the Prince. y>Apde. rm. Be patient : C Kindnefs is as fhort-liv'd, as his Anger. J eg. Thou fecond Blefting, which the Gods enrich'd My fruitful Youth with, Comfort of my Age, Dur Lives Preferver, welcome from the War, Welcome to me, and Ifpohan. Jgach. Is there a Joy in Victory beyond «r Mother's Safety ? Protecting her, you Gods! j overpaid the little I have done ; »Hours of Blood, and I am ftill your Dibtor. tg N o w I could blefs thefe Powers, that lengthned out date of Life, to this moft happy Day ; ce more t« view the ancient Perfian Glory be out in thefe m y Sons; once to behold b face of Things ferene and fair again ; e fruits of Peace ripening through all the Land, |d Plenty fmiling upon every Brow : *s as the Mother of m y Country ; but 'Spirit of my Joy's referv'd for you, Sons j or let m e call you by a nearer Name, leit; thus to behold you meet in Friendihip ; bave my Blood, altho' in different Veins, J 'n one S"e*<? of Love ; and what's yet more, ^Empire ftands between, like a huge Rock, break the Current, and divide you ever ?A be D r ayG l o rynow, m y Sons! tt vou?h S 1 F r k n d ( h l > ' > " W e tied, «as you thus, thus, m each other's Arms as a worthy Sacrifice, to offer *' mlo ilB rra t h j" P r ayers for both your Welfare* 7 7 ^o n g ^ thou beft of Mothers i Wei'2r r e*' '• And mark me all m v PeonV «, r ^cts |