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Show 46 The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or, And is not this more worthy, than the Fame O f that imperial Parricide of Borne ? Sem. Mercy is ftill a Virtue, and moft priz'd, W h e n hope of Pardon leaves us: O ! then fpeak, Speak in the Voice of fome relenting God j Difpel the general Confirmation, That hangs, like Night, upon the Face of Verfia, And be ador'd above the Riling Sun. Beg. By all the Hopes, that ripen'd in m y Womb, That fweetned the hard Labour of m y Pains, And promis'd at thy Birth, with Infant Smiles, A World of Comfort to thy Mother's Age! O ! I conjure you pity m y Complainings, And give m y Tachmas to thefe falling Tears. Sem. By Fame. Beg By Nature, by your Father s Duff. Sem. By the bright Throne of Cyrus. Beg. By the Sun, And all thofe Stars, that ever bleft this Land With their aufpicious Influence. Sem. H e yields, he melts, I read it in his Looks: A Blum confus'dly wanders in his Cheeks j And n o w he turns away. O blelTed Change ! Bet O matchlefs Virtue! happy, happy Day ! Ifm. Be pleas'd, great Sir J retire : Nature may turn the Beam of Juftice. Sel What! (hall w e turn Salvages in Nature's Field! Q rtfCj m y Royal Mother ! rife, Semanthe! Yes vou have conquer'd, and I blufh to think T m n M fo long teuft fuch wondrous Virtue. B7g What Tongue can ipeak the Rapture of mySos Vms!m You Gods! that hoard up Bleffings to reward Tranfcendent Virtue, here exhauft your Store» And if a Virgin's Prayers, or Wifhes, can Add he leaftGtain to the vaft Heap O take em: Vet a 1 will be too little for this Goodnefs. Y Arb Hell ! Plag™.! ** ? « * l J * * J™ M Had I been heard, the tfo&eg had been done % Without this Ceremony, *• The PERSIAN PRINCB. 47 Sel Live Tachmas I live ; come to thy Brother's Arms > hink him no more a Mon/rer, Parricide, Wolf, that lives apsn the Steam of Blood: Ve loA m y brutal Nature, and a m Man gain, merciful, gentle as the firft. Imb. What means m y Royal Lord ? Sel. Ah ! wound m e not ith the Remembrance of m y hated Actions, hich fhun the Light, and fain would be forgotten! -I would compJeat the general Joy, nd give the Crown of all, Semanthe, to thy Love, gt dare not, while a Breath of PafTion ftirs m e : at Tachmas.' raife thy Expectation high; t Fancy revel in a thoufand Forms f Joys, yet uninvented by Mankind : r Virtue wins apace upon m y Soul. y toffing Thoughts will foon be rock'd in Calms, d then Semanthe fhall be wholly thine. hus at the laft the beaten Voyager, ving out-liv'd the Storm, does homeward fleer, koanti his Dangers, in a jocund Vein, frcfents to th' Life, the Fury of the Main, ints every Wave j but ne'er will out again : fince m y Virtue has the Conqueft w o n ; he Memory of what'* already done, awe, and 4a/h my rebel PaiTions down. [Exemt A C T IV. S C E N E I. &*er Ifmael, Sunamire and Arbanes. •J'HUS long, with Pains and Toil, we've heav a* a Stone * ft. Had our Revenge fet out lotf-pac'd anH ,.fi- W « 4 euuai Might maintain'dT S l ^ ' reach d untw'd the Goal of our Defigns: But |