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Show 6% The Loyal BROTHER; or, i Cit. We lofe time, welofe time 5 now for a Cor nation ! Omnes. A Coronation ! a Coronation ! [Exeunt Jhto& Tachmas difcoverd in Vrifon. Tach. I think, therefore a m : Hard State of Man! That proves his Being with an Argument, That fpeaks him wretched. Birds in Cages lofe The Freedom of their Natures unconfin'd ; Yet they will Sing and Bill, and murmur there As merrily, as they were on the Wing. But Man, that reafoning Favourite of Heav'n, H o w can he bear it ? tho' the Body finds Refpight from Torment, yet the Mind has none • For thoufand reftlefs Thoughts, of different kinds, . Beat thick upon the Soul, fome are comparing T h e prefent with the paft, h o w happy once I was, and n o w how wretched : Some prefenting M y Miferies by others Happinefs j Whilft others* falfly flattering m e to Life, Tell m e m y Fortune ripens in the W o m b O f time, and I fhall yet be happy. Enter Arbanes with Semanthe. Arb. Madam, behold the Prince alone, and Thought Sem. Alas \ m y Lord ! once I was thought a Balm For every W o u n d of Fortune ; but I fear M v Prefer.ce n o w will but torment him more. Tach. H a ! fure m y Fancy, revelling in a Dream, Prefents that Form before m e : See, fhe comes, Bright, as the Virgin Blufhes of the M o m, Riling upon the Darknefs of m y Fate, And darts a Day of Comfort through m y Soul. O m y beft Life ! thou deareft ! O Semanthe ! I fwear, while I have thee within m y Arms, I will not lofe a Thought on m y Misfortunes. Let m e unbofome all m y Longings here. _ S h e turns away ! what can this mean ? you Gods Art thou then aker'd too ? O fpeak, Semanthe I For tho' 1 thus behold thee cold, and changd, Yet there is fomethmg whifpers to m y Soul, Thcu never canft rcfoive on Jacbmu R um The PERSIAN PRINCE. 63 Sm. O Heav'n ! fo tenderly he melts my Heart,' fhall want Power to tell him of* his Falfhoods. Tach. Nay then by all the Gods, I know thee well: 0, thou art ftill the fame ; thefe Languifhings, hofe eager Looks, thofe Sighs, and Tears inform me, ore than a thoufand Tongues, thou Jov'ft m e ftill. Sem. W h y is our Sex fo eafie to believe ? od coining Man fo artful to deceive ? • Tach. Whv, m y beft Life! w h y doft thou thus torment by felf, and m e ? [She goes from him. jill m y Hope?, you muft not leave m e thus; mil purfue you ever with m y Prayers, mmon you with the gentle Call of Love, ill you awake, and aniwer to my Longing?. iy Life! m y Soul! • [Following her. Sem. 0 ! I can hold no longer : y Tongue has foftned m e into Defire, d I am all o'er Love : M y deareft Lord ! t me for ever hid me in this Bofbm ; re Sigh the tendereft PafTion of m y Heart. c Ecfttfie comes on fo faft upon me, at Words are wanting to exprefs m y Joy. 'tub. Good Gods! is't pofiible ? haft thou at laft fair, offended Dear ! refolv'd to blefs m e ? tthen true that thus I hold thee faft, ting, and balmy to m y bleeding Heart ? Reafon ebbs, and mighty Trasfport fways, full Dominion, every Corner here, 1 cou'd rave for ever on ray Love. n. And I cou'd hear you ever. b. 0 ! that I cou'd run back into m y Youth, ravilh her before him : But 'tis paft; 1 my Revenge muft lie another way! [Afide cb. A Thought returns upon m y Memory, pt bids me chide ; Semanthe I O m y Life » -cou'dft thou fee m e rack'd with m y ImDatienre > cou'dftthou fo diffemble with thy L v 7 > sit to try h o w l cou'd bear it? m. Ha! d off' \ k n ° w thee now, thou art that falfe Betraying-em |