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Show w M •H HHB' •Hi HI 3x 7/fo Ziyi/ B R O T H E R ; 0r, Ages fhall fee us flourifh. Sem. Yes you fhall For ever be believ'd j for m y poor Heart "Would fain be fonded with the hopes of Reft. Yet there is fomething here prefaces 111: Were our Loves Scene a blifsful. Silvan Grove, And we, the happy Tenants of its Shade A n humble rural Pair, to all uknown, Plac'd beneath Fortune's Aim, w e might be bleft. But O h ! the Storms and Tempeftsof a Court, T h e Rocks, the Quickfands, and the tolling Seas, That Love muft venture through to gain its Port, Foil the moft refolute Powers of m y Soul. Enter Seliman unfetn, with Ifmael and Arbanes. Sel There needs no more ; Ifmael, you retire, Whilft Arbanes attends m e . [Bxitljk Sem. Y o u k n o w the Sophy long has fought my Love And tho' I fwear I never will be his, N o r change the PafTion I have vow'd you long, For more than Earth can give, or Heav'n beftowj Yet, O m y Lord! m y Fears are great for you: What horrid Confequence, what rafh Effect O f wildcft Fury ought w e not to dread F r o m him, w h o w h e n he k n o w s his happy Rival, Has Power to execute his fatal Will? Tach. N o , m y Semanthe* w e are n o w fecure From all the Darts of Fortune: Thefe m y Friends, Soon as I march to m y n e w Government, Shall be your Guard, and privately convey you T o Georgia, which Province your brave Father Had govern'd long, and but with Death refigau* : 'Tis n o w within m y Power, and I doubt not, At fight of you, but w e fhall have thofe Friends T o join our Caufe, that may enable us Tojuftifieour Loves. Lords. In the publick N a m e, W e lay our Lives and Fortunes at your beet. Sel O ! M a n me, Reafon ; Reftrain the Sallies of m y ftartiog Paftion, Which elfe will plunge m e in the Gulph of Mado* iit The PERSIAN PRINCE. 33 c~» Rut if that gloomv Minute fhould approach, \Z Rift 4- fr Tmv t ?you' )vlm\«e the Virgin Fondnefs of m y Love; %T£^ poor l-^gZZ"* )r fhould I live to mourn your Loft tor ever Tach. 0 to? not here! for ever blefs m y Ears ith the delightful Story of thy Love : y Heart is ravifh'd with exceflive Joy, ,eaps in m y Breaft, JI dances to the Mufick of thy Voice , m v Semanthe! Jet m e die with Rapture, 'bus figh m y Soul out on thy Virgin Bofom, •hus prefs thee ftill, for ever hold thee to me, mptyine the hoarded Treafure of m y Love, ill Life be fpent, and I fall pale before thee. hat fhall I fay to fpeak thy wondrous Virtue ? dy Tongue forfakes me, when I would go on, ^capable to form m y dazling Thoughts, nd I can only gaze, and ft ill admire thee. Seliman coming forward. Sel. Gaze on, devour her all ; this Look's thy M. Sem. O Heav'ns! w e are betray'd. Sel O wondrous Modefty of Guilt difcoverJd! .grateful Slave ! 1 will not ftoop to tell thee, [ow thou haft bafely wrong'd thy Friend and Brother. did defign thy Death ; but thank the Powers, hat have reviv'd expiring Nature in m e : it fly, be gone, to Death, or Banifhment j id all the publick Offices you held our Permifnos, here w e take again : fhe General Staff, Arbanes, n o w is thine. Arb. My Service beft will fpeak m y Gratitude, Sel. As Traitors to our Crown, and Life, your Heads [lb the Lords* re forfeit to our Laws: But meet ignobler Fates. fodam, your Sex's Folly pleads your Caufe $ I think on him no more; learn to forget „ Slave fo much unworthy. Arbanes, thou attend upon Semanthe, And guard her, as thou wouldftthy Life.; away. [Exit. 9 S TacL |