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Show 34 The Loyal BROTHER; or, Tach. If in m y better Fortune I have ever Deferv'd thy Love, Grant m e a parting Minute with Semanthe ; And in return, m y Life Shall be too fhort, to fhew m y Gratitude. Arb. M y Lord ! the T i m e requires a fhort Farewe), And you muft make it fo : I k n o w there are A thoufand tender Things for you to fay, Unfit for m e to hear : Therefore, m y Lord, the Guards fhall wait without. [Exit with Quark Tach. N o w m y Semanthe I Sem. O m y moft lov'd Lord ! Support me, for m y Spirits die within me, At the leaft mention of thy Banifhment. Tach. Look up, m y Star, m y mining Happinefs j Dart through the gloomy Winter of our Fortune, And fmile upon m e : Let us deceive our Miferi^r a while, Talk of the Joys of Love, and never think O f Parting ; Grief will come too faft upon us. Sem. Methinks already in fome barbarous Wild, Like a benighted Traveller, I walk ; Viewing with watry Eyes the finking Sun, And Night difplaying her fad Enfigns round : N o friendly Village near me, all before, A horrid maze of Death, without a Guide T o chear m y heavy Steps ; Defpair, and Death \ Darknefs, and everlafting Horror round m e : O wilt thou ne'er retnrn to glad m y Soul, And muft w e never, never meet again ! Tach. M y Soul's laft Treafure! h o w I part from th% H o w far above the World I prize thy Love, Th' Almighty Searchers ot the Mind can tell: But fince irrevocable Fate has doom'd That I muft ne'er be happy; O hear m y Wifh, For thy Content, and future Feace of Mind ! . It matters not what fhall become of me* j^When I a m gone for ever from thy Sight, Vorget that wretched Tachmas ever was * The PERSIAN PRIHCT:. >3S nf think not on the Wretch* for that will grieve thee : But give thy Love to royal Seltman, , G Ve him that Heart, that once was ^e; }ho£e Vows, Tha fpotlefs Faith thou gav'ft o m e : Which (Cmcc 'Tiffor vour Peace) you Gods I I here r e % n h Ze on hTiltar I& you ail away. [K^ her Hani Sem. O moft unkind ! why do you ufe m e thus ? Or would you have m e think you never lov d, That thus you wifh m e from you ? Tach. My Love ! My dearer felf 1 thou Miracle of W o m a n I For what recorded Story ever told One of thy Sex fo fond of Mifery ? Let us live wretched then, and ever lore; So truly love, that the relenting G ds At laft in Juftice may redrefs our Wrongs, Aad bring us fafc unto each others Arms. Sem. 0 ! if I ever prove untrue to Tachmasy May I refign m y Honour to a Slave, Be branded a vile, common Proftitute, And only known by the black Marks of Shame. Tach. 0 I could hear thee ever : But thus refolv'd Let's try to part. Sem. O you muft firft begin ; For m y Heart's fond, and fure to fay Farewcl, Would break irquite. Tach. Farewei, Semanthe ! Witnefs all you Godsy o you I recommend this weighty Charge : 0 guard her Innocence, and fecure her Faith, Tear* [Exttmtv CV |