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Show m Is! *, 6 The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or, ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Seliman following Semanthe. Se/.TpH E ftubbornRocks are worn by pruring Flood -*- But you. tho' cover'd with a conftant Dew, Like weeping Marble, Give m e no hopes, but are as hard as ever. Sem. Learn Hope from widow'd Turtles, Or from the melancholy Vhilomel, W h o perch'd all Night alone in fhidy Groves, Tunes her foft Voice to fad Complaints of Love, Making her Life one great harmonious W o . Sel. Cannot Vaclolus* Strand, nor Tagus' Stream, Nor heaps of Pearl join'd with a Eerfian Crown, Bias your Thoughts, or poife a SobjecYs Love f Sem. Tho' your wide Empire, with expanded Wings, Flew o'er the Eaft, farther than Qrus led it j Tho' the Sun tenanted his Courfe from you, And the rich Indian World confefs'd your Sway ; I would prefer m y Tachmas, m y lov'd Lord, T o all the Pageantries of gaudy Power. Tachmas ! whofeName but mention'd. warms my Heart Life of m y Hopes! and Charmer of ray Soul! Sel. Y o u were not form'd to run in Nature's Herd, Sultry, and elbow'd in the Crowd of Slaves ; Thefe matchlefs Beauties fhould adorn a Throne, Plac'd eminently in a fhining Orb, Dart Life or Death in every awful Look. Sem. O Tachmas i didft thou know H o w m y afftulted Faith maintains the Field, Sure thou wouldft fly to m y Affiftance. Sel O Madam ! tafte the Pleafures of a Throne : T h e Sweets of Nature always blow around us : Fate cannot reach us : The Ills fne fcacters through the lower World, Like Vapours, vanifh ere they gain our height: Joys flow untainted from the bounteous Gods, The PERSIAN PRINCE. 1% ton the poor Subjea takes at fexond hand : S e tvolefts us but what Mufick makes ; Col gentle Breezes fan our hotter Hours, l i look down, and view the fweatmg World. t your Feet 1 offer all m v Greatnefs, /Love, m y Life, yet all too little far urchafe one dear Look, one pitying Smile, J 0 Hfe, m y Royal Lord ! w h y mould you knee; me ? w h y do you hold m e thus ? Sd. W h y dod thou turn away ? <bm I muft he gone. . Z What! not a Look! not one dear Smile, to chear jVfami(h'd Love, m y fad defpairing Heart \ tmytoohappy Rival will chfpenfe ith this-thus, thus I print m y Soul. [Kiffmg her Hand, fhe breaks from htm: i gone fo foon ! nay then 'tis time to fpeak : all the Pangs of Love, if thus you leave m e, us tortur'd with the Violence of m y PafTion, ur lovers Blood alone fha 1 quench m y Rage. Sem. Ah ! where fhall Conftancy meet a Reward ? here fhall that poor, abandon'd Virtue fly ? r here 'tis periecuted to undoing. Sel. 'Tis not his Banifhment that fltall fuftke ; at 1 apply'd, as a fafe Remedy, hopes you would forget him by Degrees .* t fince I find th' Infection fpreads upon you, uft be quick, and fnatch the fharpeft Cure: d lince he only bars m y Happinefs, "s Death fhall guide m e on m y way to Blifs. [Exitl Sem. 0 leave me not with that deftru&ive Sound! y Lord ! oh flay ! O hear me, ere you ^o He's gone, and m y perhaps intend it too : N o : HJ4y\ricVarnai.Yaini /Tmi gTeir.si nwno unlmdn Un otn rh\u+ rktit .m* y« -.L„o ve I ta reven^eml, fuiious Rival may. md Dea h! O keep 'em di rant, Heav'n ! deitroyi g Pianecs, i thev meer. RRuuiinn''ss cceerrttaaiinn : SoncGo d infpire m y Mind, this wide Mate ot Death, a Path to had, That |