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Show V 50 The Loyal BROTHER ; or, And travel chearful through m y Youth, to come In the Evening of m y Life, and die within his Arms* • Has not the Sophy paft his Royal Word T o make us happy ? w h y then fhould I fear ? Alas! m y foolifh Heart! h o w foon thou'rt wrought on N o , no i fond Hopes, you flattering Torments hence; Y o u fmile upon me, to betray m e on T o new Defpairs, and here I caft you from me: For, Chymift like, I wafte m y tedious Life •In vain Expectance, and at laft die Poor. Enter Sunamire to her. Sun. Semanthe weeping ! what can Fortune mean? M o w , when the Majefty of Verfia comes, In all his Royalties, and P o m p of Power, Like a defcending God, to Court you to him, Thus to be feen in Tears provokes m y Wonder. Sem. Alas! is it fo ftrange to view m e in That Gaib of Sorrow, which I daily wear, And never will put off, till m y lov'd Lord, M y Tachmas' Prefence fhall difpel thefe Cloudsi Sun. O Madam ! he muft be forgotten now : Let not his M e m o r y debar your Thoughts F r o m all that Indian World, thofe Golden Joys, Which an Imperial Lover offers to you. Sem. Where would thy Language point me? 0 myF Sun. Tachmas no longer ftruggles with his Fate, T o force Impoffibilities -, and fince Heav'n has defign'd you for the Sophy's Bed, H e bows to th' immortal Willi and has refolvd (Rather than rob your Merits of a Crown) T o wean his Heart for ever from your Charms, And fix his Wifhes to fome humbler Maid, ^ -Whofe Beauties, as they are not to be envy'd, , Have Store of Happinefs to feed Content. Sem. Had 1 a Faith beyond the Ignorant, I could not credit this. O Sunamire ! recal T h e fleeting Air, that bears the Sound away, Or from this Hour (tho' the divined Truth Spoke in thy Words) ne'er hope to be believd. Tho1 w e are wretched, it fhail ne er be laid, The PERSIAN,PRINCE. 51 That Fortune took the Advantage of our Crimes, fTo make us fo. Tachmas has all the Truth Oi Heav'n, fo pure, fo white, fo innocent. 1o Woman that has ever known t h e ^ Df cozening Man, will think him of the Kind. Sm. Madam, I'm forry I fhould be the firft: r0 bring unwelcome News. . Sm. And yet, m y Sunamire I thout wert m y Friend, v Bofom Friend , and w h y fhould'ft thou betray m e? L'' no} I find it n o w ; 'tis all a Truth, that thou fay'ft : M y Tachmas is e'ercome this laft generous Ufage of the Sophy, A I am fold to Ruin: . I it was kind in thee, moft like a Friend, ) come, and give m e all m y Fate at once, d not behold m e languifh in m y Pains. Sunamire I this poor forfaken Maid U not out-live her Shame : Yet ere I die, y I not know m y happy Rival's N a m e ? Sun. N o w all the Subtilty of W o m a n aid me. s! how am I wrought into an Error, maze of Folly by m y Indifcretion! uld not think you yet retain'd a Thought Tachmas, therefore ignorantly prefs too far. me to anfwer. would appear infulting : ercfore I beg you'd fpare m y Modefty f Blufh, m y Tongue the Vanity to tell, pat foon from every Mouth will ftrike your EaraJ p . Infmuating Fiend ! I fee thee through at painted Vizor of thy flatt'ring Friendship, h all thy devilifh Stratagems a going. w I perceive, what I fo long fufpe&ed, Love to Tachmas: And n o w thou com'ft to raiie Jealouefi, on fome finifter End. to this Point I'm fixt; That mould the Earth fe his Falfhood in a general Voice, , call the Tongues of Angels to avouch it, ould not think it of him. ite**^*" 9*9^ of the Prince, 14& fc Inclinations you fo firmly hit. 'Tw« |