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Show *8 The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or, Ifm. The Caufe wa« fure imporrant, that could fho Your Temper fo, and in that general Joy* Sel. The Caufe, Ifmael ! as thou lov'ft m y Peace, Stop there ; tho' much I fear thou'ft gone too far; Thou'ft ignorantlytoueh'd a jarring String, That auite untunes the Orders of m y S o d r And all the Rules of Temperance I propos'd, I fhall leap o'er, if thus thou urge m e on A fecond time. Ifm. H o w , Sir, have I offended ? Sel. Thy Qucftions ftill drive on to that Difcouitfe, That moft offends me. Ifm. Better I never fpoke, than give you Trouble. Sel It were indeed. Nay thou muft bear with I k n o w thou wilt, Ifmael 1 therefore fpeak, And let thy Thoughts flow freely to thy Tongue; As to m y Ear thy Words. Is not Semanthe All can be wifh'd in W o m a n ? - H a ! not anfwer! Ifm. I dare not, I fhall give you n e w Difturbance. Sel. O n o w thou art too hard upon m y Follies: I k n o w this T h e a m provok'd m e at the Banquet, And Truths in publick are refented, Which meet a fair R eception in our Clofets. Ifm. Then I dare fpeak m y Thoughts : If I refpeti Semanthe, as the Goddefs of your Vows, As one, rais'd by the Merit of your Love; Then I muft think the Virtues of her Sex, (For fure fhe has the Beauties) meet in her: But if as meerly W o m a n I efteem her, Ally'd to Imperfections, fubjecl: to Temptations, which her Beauties will invite, And Years allow of, with that tide of Youth Swelling through every Vein, fparkling Defires, And circulating Wifhes to her Heart : Pardon the Freedom of m y o w n Experience, I think this Frait, that ripens on the Bough, And mellows in the Sun-fhine of the Court, Muft fomewhere fall. Sel. A thoufand Thoughts prey on m y tortun And whirling Fancy turns m y Senfes round: I The PERSIAN PRINCE. *9 -Yet ftay- -,fwas Reafon^all he uttered to-me, J!Id~folid Senfe; and-may perhaps be true. \mwthe is a W o m a n ; find who can fathom that deceitful Sex ? tut by the flaming God, that rides abov* }ad I a Circumftance, a fhew of Truth, would not only drive the Sorcerefs hence, 3ut fink her Lover in the Shades for ever. Ifm. M y Lord ! knowing your violent Pafhoa ror Semanthe, and her unnatural Coldnefs ; loping to find the Caufe of all, by Bribes wrought upon a Slave in truft, w h o told me, low fhe in private entertains a Lover. Sel In private, fay'ft thou ? fure it cannot be : Ihe! w h o like April Months, ftill wept, and fhone, fhofe not one Beauty was without a Tear, s fhe, Hell! Furies ! Fiends! and Plagues! Unchaft ? Ifm. M y Lord Sel. She is, by Hell fhe is ; ?or all the Tears fhe fhed, were liquid Fire, lot fcalding Bubbles of defcending Luft, ^s Jupiter rain'd down on Danae. Ifm. The Gods can witnefs for me, I believe emmthe chart, as the untainted Thoughts )f. Infancy ; fet fhe is a W o m a n ; and the Niceft fure, That makes her Modefty her boafted Pride, /lay, when folicited with earneft V o ws )f honourable Love, without a Crime Believe, where her o w n Fancy prompts her." Sel What honourable Love can Story boaft, rhrough the recorded Pages of the Dead, Equal to mine ? in all m y Flame of Love, When wild Defires beat thick upon m y Soul, Ind Power (the Countenance of greateft Crimes) Jrging m e on, nay when m y boiling Blood las blufh'd to fee me, for a Woman's Coynefs, forgo my Pleafures j not even then I fwear, Had I a Look, a Thought beyond her Virtue, 3 Tyfoi |
