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Show $6 The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or% Arb. Danger then Urges the Prince's Death ; for to defer, Betrays a confcious Guilt, that may undo us: H e dies this Minute, that the next m a y better Advantage our Efcapes. Ifm. I've not thus long March'd Hand in Hand with Mifchief, £pent my Days In Courts, forfworn m y Confcience, ftudy'd all T h e knotty Arts and Rules of Policy, Which wife Men ufe to their o w n Interefts, N o t to provide m e with a ready Plank, T o bear m e from the Ruin, fate to Shore. Arb. Thou canft not here be fafe ; m y Commifiion Allows a fure Protection in the Army. Ifm. I'll fteer a different Courfe ; grow popular, And into the City ; Where Cobblers fquare the Government to their \A And Tinkers patch the State ; fome Fiiends I've mads Already there, brave factious, gifted Rogues, That Cant their Do&rine to their prefent Wants, And zealoufly up n a Fit of Confcience, Sin or Unfin Rebellion to the Croud : Thefe are the fitteft Inftruments to gull ThceafiePeopl?: Hark, the Monfterroars! [ShotUii T h e Rabble is aiTembled to m y Wifh 5 This is the T i m e to work 'cm. Enter Semanthe. Arb. Semanthe here ! then there is fomething ftill For m e to finifh. Sem. W h y do I wander this wide barren Wafte, F orfaken and fori rn -, w h e n a fair Profpedt O f everlaftmg Reft ftands right in View ? This load of W o , that bends m e to the Ground, lean with Life put off; yes, I will rufh Into the A r m s or Death, and fhelter th-re * There deep fecurely all m y Cares away ; N o r fhall the Noife of Empire, or ot Love, A w a k e n m e to Wretchedrefs again. Arb. Talk not of dying, Madam ; HcavnkoM With a kind Eye upon your Sufferings, The PERSIAN PRINCE. 57 nd has infpir'd me with a Tendernefs, ay prove of Service to you. Sem. h there then Seat for Pity l^ft in human Breafts? r is this but a vifionary Beam f Comfort, that thus lightens m m y Soul. it be fo, oh ! let m e ftill dream on. Arb. Madam, the Prince Sem. Ha ! fpeak that yet again : weet, as the Syren's Song, thole Aceeot- all, nd Charm m e to m y R u m : T h o he ftas ndone m e ever, but to hear his Name wakes m y dying Spirits from the Grave, "pels m y Grief, and charms m e into Joy. ! then fpeak on, lude m e from m y Miferies a while; 1] me fome Story of m y perjur'd Dear $ el me he lives, is happy, whiift 1 fi^h iy Spirits out in Thanks, and die in Peace. 4rb. Wou'd you not fee him, Madam ? Sem. O h in vain ,ept, intrea'ed, foliow'd on m y Knees; r when I offer'd at a laft Farewel, ce m re to fee m y ftill lov'd, hithlefs Tachmas, L Sophy, quite remorfelefs, fled the R o o m j d tho' I grafp'd him with the Pa:g^ of D ath, ft from m y Arms, and left m e on the Floor. Arb. Yet, Madam, you fhall fee him ; Tachmas is thin my Charge 5 and only I, without e King's Command, can give you Entrance to him j hich you fhall hive ; ho' my Lite muft anfwer 't to the Sophy. Sem. All, all the Gods reward this wondrous Pity! lead me to that dear, protefting Creature ; at perfect Ima^e of betraying Man j he will fwear, and talk fuch melting Things, h fuch a trembling Story of his Love, k lu h a Soul of Paffion from his Eyes, J all with fuch unpra&is'd I mocence ; t ihouAi the Sex of Woman-kind ftand by, »f As |