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Show 44 The Loyal BROTHER ; or, Begona enters attended, in great diflraftion. Beg. O Horror ! Horror! Torment to m y Eyes! W h y was I doom'd to this unhappy Day ? W h y gave I not m y felf to be devour'd With your great Father, in his filent T o m b, Rather than thus, in m y declining Life, Have m y diftra&ed Bowels rent, and gafh'd By t w o lov'd Sons, in an unnatural Strife ? See where ftript Innocence, with Brow auguft, Serenely bids Defiance to the A x j As if his Soul were fchool'd to fuffer Wrong ! A h I have you Eyes ? or are you Marble turn'd ?•• N o , no j the Marble weeps, yet has no Eyes. ) Ah I go not from m e : 'tis a Mother begs, And as a Mother muft not be refus'd ; 'Tis but an eafie Boon, m y Tachmas' Life; A Brother's Life, a Life lefs his than yours, But mine in chief: Then whither would your Rage, Like Tullia triumph o»er a Parent's Wounds ? Sel M y Guards, confine the Queen to her Apartm Till Execution's paft. Arb. Curfe on thefe Land-Syrens; what brave De Have been undone, by liftning to W o m e n ? [ Beg. A h I muft your Empire's Hopes, your People's] T h e Wifhes of good Men, be facrificd T o a fantaftick Idol, that ufurps T h e Heat of PafTion, to appear a God in, But in cool Blood feems monftrous, as a Fury ? Such is Revenge : If fo, then ftop not here, Let your licentious Fury fweep along, And make a Mother's Death compleat the Scene O f moft triumphant Murder: Rip this Womb, That form'd him yet an Embrion, and gave H i m Being, to difpleafe you: G a d thefe Veins, That robb'd themlelves of Vigor, to fuppiy His Infancy with Strength to aft agamft you; Strike ftab, and drown this Conteft in m y Biood. • ^ / Are m y C o m m a n d s difputed? [TheGnar^i See. Off, you Slaves! ts there n o filial D u ty to a Parent ? The PERSIAN PRINCE. 4$ 0 Virtue in a Mother's Tears, to flir bedience in a Son ? then I will knee], hus, like a Vaffal, follow on m y Knees, nd never leave purfuing, , nr manthe enters in great Biforder, and throws her felf at his Feet. Sel this face of fatal Sorrow does confound m e j or can I ftand this teft. Sem. A h ! go not from us. [Both hold him -Beg. Faft as a drowning Wretch, Til grafp your Knees 0 the laft Plunge of Life. Sem. Thus pale, and dying, ith my difhevel'd Hair, I'll bind you to m e : tig me you may, or dafh m e to the Ground, rample upon m e ; yet I will not leave you, ill your wild Rage fhall fpurn m e to m y Grave. ! can you view the Violence of m y Grief, at throws m e groveling on the Pavement thus, orn with foiftra&ion, raving ; yet not give Look, a Sigh, one tender pitying Word 0 raife m e from Defpair ? . , fee, he turns away from m y Complainings, Sobs, m y Groans, and Swoonings: O recal, yoke the Rigor of your dooming Voice : h' you have faid it, yet you have not fworn "y utter Ruin. Btg. If you perfift to take your Brother's Life, i ^ h hear what m y prefaging Soul divines !) To Hiftory fhall offer an Excufe : "others fhall curfe your Memory,' Nurfes fright heir crying Infants with your horrid Talc t if it fhall be faid in after-Times w in the height of Madnefs, ' hen nothing could arrefl your lifted Hand our Piety difarm'd you : hat fair Opinions then fhall crown your Duft ft ow bright will your Example fhine in Storv ? j ~w. ^«u,pl c , nc in story r 0 it ohr/be '"^ as a fure C h ™ r a,Ur n""' M o t h e " « ' l y teach « CUdrcn Reverence, by reciting you • And |
