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Show 6+ The Loyal BROTHER; or$ Betraying, perjur'd Man, that has undone m e. Tach. From thee, good Gods! do I hear this from thee Sem. Alas! m y Thoughts were all employ5dupon thee- M y Ears devour'd the Mufick of thy Love j M y Wrongs were filenc'd, and m y Eyes were charm'd; And had you but continu'd the foft Scene j Had you ftill pra&is'd on m y Eafinefs, Tho' with feign'd Love, flattering m y womanifh Faith- Joy wou'd have done the Bufinefs of m y Grief, And I had died contented into your Arms Tach. What means m y Fate ? Where wou'dft thoud m y Thoughts ? Sem. 'Tis true, I came to take m y laft farewel Of Life, and Love ; of thee, and all m y Cares: T o tell thee of thy Falftioods, not upbraid thee ; T o figh m y Story out without complaining j T o fuffer on, nor murmur at m y Fate, Since your decreed it; this was m y fond Refolve, Th' Intention of this pafTionate, doting Fool: But n o w , O turn of Temper ! thy hard Ufage Has run m e from m y Reafon, I a m wild, Quite mad diffracted,and muft rave a while: Rave 'till I burft, and fink d o w n dead with Paffion, Tach. Alas! I find it n o w ] thou art abus'd, And I betray'd : Some Villian has traduc'd M y Conftancy i but by the Pangs of Love, By all the Torments of a bleeding Heart, I ever was moft true, and ftill a m thine. Sem. O Prince ! forbear ; if Sunamire (hou'd hear Tach. H a ! Goes it there ? Then there i< Mifchief | Tha Woman bears us moft inveterate Hate, And thou'd not be believ'd againft our felves. Sem. But O ! the Letter, Prince. Tach Riddles! and Doubts ! Arb I have a Friend, m y Lord ! can beft unfold era, 'ir \Goes to the C o m e forth, m y Sifter ; Time has recompcnc'd. Our Expeaation with a ful Revenge. Enter Sunamire, and Ofman dtfguui. Sem Revenge ! alas ! that fatal Word, too late Explains m y Folly, and creates m y Fear, The PERSIAN PRINC E. 6f Tach. What fhou'dft thou fear, m y Love ? thy Innocence? ill fhield thee ; and for me, the fear of Death lew from we when my Happ'mcfs took wing. Sun Ir.fufe the mortal Drugs in the gilt Bowls j c r»ndy at m y Call. [*xh O f m a ^ Arb. See where they ftand, uli'd in the A m< of Love, and far remov'd rom th? jpprehenlion of that fatal Minute, bmes porting to their Ruin. Sun. The Thought was lucky, ith a pretended Pity, to decoy anthe to the Snare. Arb. To offer her the firft Draught, the Nectar of her Love j ill make the Gall of our Revenge more bitter. if fee, they turn upon us. Sun. Sure 'tis the Error of m y Senfe, that fhovVf -manthe here, that poor, forfiken thing : 'as! I pity thee : But blufh to fee j Sexes Fondnefs painted in thofe Tears, ft on a Man that fcorns thee. Sem. Why doft thou waken m e into Defpair ? jeath is m y Wifh, but I wou'd meet it here. [To TachmasJ Sm. Nay now, m y Lord ! tauft become a Pleader in this Caufe : he fatal Purple rifes in her Cheeks, he Lillies wither, and the Rofes fade j r Wretch! fee, fee fhe lingers for a Look j not torment the Quiet of her Death j ~ak kindly to her ; blefs her with a Smile ; ay 1 can fee her take a farewel Kifs, ithout a Rival's Fear. Tech. Bafe cruel W o m a n ! t oh ! for my Semanthe's fake I will rbear to curfe thee by that gentle N a me now thou comeft on Mifchief; but I charge thee, thou haft any part of thy foft Sex, wing to Virtue in thy harden'd Soul, ^eerthe^, and the Gods doom me) o™ u .' ' , - VJWUa u u « m me; »c how thou defign'ft againft m y Love. SHU* |