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Show i& The Loyal B R O T H E R ; or> Sun. How Sir ! fo hud'ned in this coz'ning Trade! Firft you betray Semanthe to your Scorn, Then dare not juftifie your Love to m e : But, Sir, the Letter fpeaks your Falfhood plain. Tach. What Letter ? fpeak j it it be fent from Hell, Thou art its chief CommiiTioner ; inform m e : Say, haft thou mortgag'd thy laft Hope of Heav'n, And in fome fatal Scroul, to take m y Life, Or what's yet worfe, to ruin m e with her, Subfcrib'd thy felf a Servant to the Furies ? Sun. Were I not fatisfied that m y Revenge Requires the Secret from me, thou fhou'dft ftul Remain in Ignorance : Yes, I forg'd the Letter, T o raife her Jealoufie of you, in Hopes (A Woman's Spiiir. working to Revenge) She might divulge your Treafons to the Sophy, Tach. M y Treafons! Arb. Yes, againft the Sophy's Life : For nothing elfe cou'd put you in our Power. Tach. I thought the Line of m y Afflictions carried But to the end of Life. But thou haft found.. A way to vex m y Quiet in the Grave j T o facrifice m y Fame to After-times, And blot m y Story with a Tray tor's Stain: Arb. I ow'd thee this, proud Prince, for thy Conte And Infolence j when, to the fhame of Arms, M y Wounds, and Blood forgot, Tachmas was oam'd T o lead thofe Armies, I had bred in War. Tach. I k n o w m y lateft Hour comes on apace; And n o w to curfe thee, were to rob m y Soul O f this foft Satisfa&ion in m y Death. O h i let m e hold thee faft, m y only Life! Here languifh out a Farewel to our L^oves j Gaze on thofe heav'nly Eyes, That thro' the Grove ot Death, muft light me on T o the bright Manfions of the kindred Stars. Sm. So unconcern'd ! the Face of Death will tore This Scene of Love : Appear thou Minifter O f Fate, c o m e forth, and a d thy tragick Part. The PERSIAN PRINCE. 67 Enter Ofman with four Bowls. Tach. What means this fatal P o m p ? All this for m e f . t0 be yet more Cruel, wou'd you load y mounting Spirit with your guilty S#uls; ;d damn m e with your Company in Deatn Sm. This is your bridal Night* and w e your Guefts yft wait upon the Ceremony : , t know, m y Lord ! the gilt Bowls areprepard Jy for you, and your fair Bride, for they poifon'd. , n ., Tach. H a ! thou canft not mean her Deatn : wou'dft thou in one Devilifh A & , outdo t elded damn'd in Hell ? O ! fparei her Life, A I will blefs thee with m y lateft Breath, y, as I mount, report thee to the Gods, tell'em thou art good. ~ M y Lord ! forbear kiting, what granted, I refufe j without you: By our immortal Loves* refolv'd on this. Alas! I fwear ink this Hour our firft of Happinefs, to die thus together, is an Earneft, t from th« Gods, of Worlds of Joy to come. % Yes Rival, thou fhou'dft live, be fore'd to livei that the fight of thee for ever wou'd ive m y Shame, and lay his Scorn before m e ! Mb. Give m e the fatal Bowls : And now, Semanthe ! e thou refolv'ft, and Fate will have it fo j e prefent thee with a Cordial Draught, t will preferve our Loves i'th' other World. m. Then chearfully, as Birds falute the Morn a cold, long, ftormy Winter Night, leave thefe folitary, dark Abodes, mount to mingle with the mining Gods. uh. 0 ! how I grudge the Grave this heav'nly Form! \ Beauties will infpire the Arms of Death, warm the pale, cold Tyrant into Life. cou'd rave for ever but Farewel. [All drink. Arb' |
