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Show 60 The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or, 2 Cit. Well, Neighbour Ralph, I k n o w you are a g00(j Common.wealths Man, and underftand Property, ^ Privilege, as a M a n m a y fay ; but Scholars, you know, are Infidels ; ftill at their quare's and their quomodo\ t0' (how their Learning ; therefore I being fomewhat let. ter'd, or fo, wou'd tain k n o w h o w w e are thefe great conceal'd Perfons, you talk of ? 1 Cit. W h y thus ; w h e n our Betters are at variance, beyond the Arbitration of the Bench, the Suit is remov'i to the Court of Commonalty, and decided by the infalli. bleKnocks of Blark-bill,and Paring-fhovel; then to what. ever Side w e lean, that is fure to be weighty. 3 Cit. As if you had the Caufe in your falfe Scales at Home, Ifmael enters to 'em. i Cit. But obferve, here comes an A mbaffador already; give him Audience, I fay : State Affairs I'll warrant yon Neighbours. Ifm. M y worthy Country-men ! m y Fellow-Sufferers T o you I c o m e to weep this Kingdom's Tears, T o figh its groaning Sorrows out, and pour Into your Ears its fad Calamities : Y o u \ w h o , like kind Phyficians, always are Affifting with your utmoft Art, and Care, T o fearch its Wounds, and with a healing Hand, Unite its broken and "disjointed Limbs. i Cit Sure he takes m e for a Bone-fetter. Ifm. I am, like you, a Perfian; all your Good Proportionably mine, as are your Ills; Our Hopes, and Lives tied in one common4ntereftj Then wonder not that I ftand forth, to head you, Againft this barbarous, inhuman King, That orows in Tyranny, And like a Torrent from a Mountain s tall, If not with fpeed diverted, will o'erwhelm us. % Cit. N o w for Rebellion, I ne'er rebeli'd in all my Li Orm All for Rebellion, all for Rebellion. Ifm If to defend your Lives, your Liberties, Your Laws, your Cuftoms, and your ancient Dues, Be to rebel, then this is rank Rebellion : But Self-defence m a y hope a fairer The PERSIAN PRINCE. 6% Cit. Name m e no N a m e , Sir ,• it fhall be nam'd R c - m Rebelliongor nothing, Rebellion or nothing. r Then be it fo: methinks I fee Oppreflion % your Streets already, burning Luft L /our Daughters to your mmoft Rooms, ievou ftand weeping by, and cannot help em. r Shops fore'd open, and your Goods expos d the wild Rapine of licentious Soldiers, tlive on Spoil ; and all without Redrefs, Mice is no more! Speak, w o u d you this ? m No, no ; we're all for Rebellion. L 'Tis what you muft expect, if not prevented. Night, O Night never to be forgotten ! m, that Model of our ancient Glory, -mm, that fought your Fields, and never thought Blood too rich, to buy his Country's Peace,^ by the Tyrant's Order barb'roufly murder'd ; rder'd, m y Country-men ! and when you hear Caufe, I doubt not as the Story muft provoke your Tears, they will ftir you up to a Revenge. Cit. Ahck a day ! I v o w he makes m e weep, good tleman ! k 'Twas only this; he was too good, too virtuous, over of his Country j therefore fell. was your Guard, your Shield -, but n o w is gone : fell becaufe he lov'd you, and will you tfolemuiie his Funeral in Blood ? you ftand here, like Statues, motionlefs, po'er his gaping Wounds, and not revenge 'em ? no ; I fee you only want a Leader 5 here I offer both m y Life, and Fortune, farther the Dehgn. Cit. Lead us on, lead us on ; we'll fire the Palace, de-the Tyrant, and make you King. Cit. Ay, ay ; a King of our o w n making ! m. Oh! you miftike m e j that is not my°End. Ot, No, 'iu the beginning of your Rd^n, and that's i Cit |
