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Show 30 The Loyal BROTHER ; ^, Vm- I need not name your Brother, when I fpeak Your Rival Mafter of the Charms of Youth, Beauty and^ Courage ; nay more than thefe : One Iearn'd Jn the foft W a y of melting Ladies Hearts, So artful in the Story of his PafTion, That fure no W o m a n can refift his Tongue, More than his Enemy his Sword in Battel. Set. O ! 'cis impofTible ! Ifm. By Heav'n 'tis true ; 'tis he alone Refolves the frofty Weather in her Soul i And warms her into Wifhes. Sel. Then be forgotten ever The Ties of Blood, Friendfhip, Humanity, You're empty Names, and perim all in him. N o more m y Brother, but the worft of Villians, I could behold him feated in m y Throne, Difpofing Crowns and Kingdoms through the Eaft, And pardon his Ambition : But m y Love.- Ifm. H e needs no Pardon, w h o offends with Poweij And fhould the Prince with a ftrong Hand maintain His Paffion to the World ; nay, eafe your Brow O f the Imperial Load ; w h o can oppofe him ? All Offices are his, your Sword is his, T o be imploy'd againft your Royal Life; If Gratitude permit: And w h o is he, In the wild Tranfports of ambitious Thoughts, And tofling on the Billows of Defire, That for a Nicety of Good or 111, Would quit the Joys of Beauty, and a Crown ? Sel. N o more, Ifmael! tell m e when, and where I may behold 'em : Let thy working Brain But guide m e to the Place. Ifm. That this does 5 [shmni * ** This Key difclofes to you the whole Scene O f their forbidden Loves: Within this Hour They meet again in her Apartment, where Y o u may furprife 'em. Sel Attend m e at that time. O I could curfe m y foolifh, eafie Nature! - - But I a m calm as yet, The PERSIAN PRINCE. £*, he Figure of my Fury's M*fc drawn ; „de. and unlike to what it fliJ. be. . thou (halt fee the Mendings of m y Rage : he manly Dames of m y ftronger Paffion haipaintthe Face of m y Revenge fo ghaftly, Jc (hall ftart affrighted at the ftece, he Sophy flies to all that fhall oppofc him : tachmas will ftand between him, and Semanthey But Seliman muff pafs through Tachmas to her : is fo refolv'd, and ftands like Heav'n's fixt Poles! me Furies all, whip up m y fteeping Envy, fh the lean, haggard Fiend, and make her foam ; end m e your Scorpions, reach the pois'nous Bowl* hat the green Gall may ftain m y venom'd Blood, nd my Infe&ion raife a mad Combuftion. hen from the Port I will behold the Storm, od laugh at Ruins, that m y Plots perform. ££#;/« SCENE Semanthe'/ Apartment* • Enter Tachmas, Semanthe, and Lords. Tach. 0 ! why, Semanthe, w h y thefe falling Tears I (wezr, my Love, not the laft Drops of Life, uft flowing from m y Heart, are dearer to me, ban thofe rich Pearls that trickle from thy Eyei, hat, on this joyful Day ! it muft not be : ive me thy Griefs, pour all thy Sorrows here, ere in m y Breaft, and pant within m y A r m s: ho' Fortune frown, and every Star confpire, et we may love, Semanthe / Sem. 0 my Lord ! 7hat Sun fhall fee yoa mine ? Is there no Power rTifting to our Love ? , Tach. M y dearer felf! et no fad Thought poifon this happy Hour, he Gods have fent us to begin our Joys. 0, my Semanthe I w e will never part: or ever thus, thus in each others Arms, c 4 Ages |