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Show I V W a 4* The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or. When they have journied through a World of Cares, May put off Life, and be at Reft for ever j If 'twere in private, void of P o m p and Show : But Groans, and weeping Friends, and ghattly Blacks Diitraft us with their fad Solemnity : The Preparation is th' Executioner: For Death unmask'd fhews us a friendly Face, And only is a Terror at a Diftance : For as the Line of Life condufts us on T o this great Court, the Profped fhews more fair. 'Tis Nature's Hofpital, that's always open T o take us in, when w e have drain'd the Sweets Of Life, or worn our Days to Age, or Wretchednefs; Then w h y fhould I delay ? or fondly fear T o embrace this foft Repofe, this laft Retreat ? I ? w h o like Bloffoms withering on the Bough, Dy'd in m y Birth, and almoft was born Old. Enter Seliman, Ifmael, Arbanes, and AtterMtu Ifm. Yet Sir! turn back* akho' a Criminal, H e is your Brother ; and to fee him bleed fSo gentle is the Temper of your Soul) Will raife your very Thoughts in Arms againft you* Nature and Juftice, like contending Tides, Will drive you from the Calmnefs of your Mind: And what the Confequence may be, )$w fatal T o your Peace, none knows, but all fhould dread; Therefore, m y Lord, I beg you Sel. Urge no more : I tell thee Ifmael, I'll ftand u n m o v d, Behold him fall a purple Sacrifice T o m y Ambition, and m y injur d Love ; As unconcern'd, as 'twere a common Fate. Tach. Although fufficient Reafons urge my Death, Yet, O great Sir! I never could imagine It would rejoice you to behold m e bleed : Were T confefs Y O U have outgone m y Thoughts. Here I conteis^you^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ [ 4 1 : «* Jrb. By Hell, Ifm. He'll never ftand it out. Tel Yet ere this Heeting Being ddappemj Before 1 leave the World, let m e avow M The PERSIAN PRINCE. 43 lie Loyalty and firmnefs of my Soul, tfore this Prefence, to imperial Power. n(j by th' Expectance of eternal Reft jail my pari Calamities, in Death ; f ail the thoufand Longings of m y Soul, cw at my parting Minute ; O ! I fwear, bat through m y Life, in all the Fields I fought, id conquer'd in your Caufe, I never bled ith more Content and Satisfaction jfhen crimfon Conqueft dafpt m e in her Arms, d lawrel'd Triumphs welcom'd m y ReturnJ in now I empty all the Springs of Life, B each Vein, and fas the iaft great Due) fer the fear let Treafure of m y Heart, [dread Obedience to your high Command. I This rebel Nature factions in m y Breaft j ,'ris refolv'd, I am not to be mov'd. 'Mch. Since Fate ordain'd Semanthe's Charms to be fatal Prize of our contending Loves j :e I muft lofe her j with m y lateft Breath, it facred Relique of "my Soul, that all I Riches, Empire, that m y Heart rejoie'd in> lere refign to your eternal Care. :ake her, Sir ! and be for ever bleft, left far far iho^mll human Thought j endlefs ]oys are in that Heav'n of Love. :houfand Cupids dance upon her Smiles, ing, bathing Angels wanton in her Eyes, ' in her Looks, and pant upon her Breafts • Word is gentle, as a Weftern Breeze, k fans the Infant Bofom of the Spring, I every Sigh more rofie than the Morn : •The Thought infpires m y Soul; but I have donfii keep her clofe to the Bufinefs of your Loves; ofti a mighty Task of pleafing Toil m her} give her not time to think on Tachmas i II O fhh!e Ido ewso,u lfudr en ofltic h awivlel Sgeimvaen ath Tee awre je p; " the dear D e w would make m y Afhes flourifh Tomb m mf Begoaa |
