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cause_n	death_n	life_n	love_n	2,521	5	5.4712	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60961	The loyal brother, or, The Persian prince a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by Their Majesties servants / by Thomas Southern.	Southerne, Thomas, 1660-1746.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1682 (1682)	Wing S4758; ESTC R12267	39,323	69

like Heavens fixt poles Come furies all whip up my sleeping envy Lash the lean haggard Fiend and make her foam Lend me your scorpions reach the pois'nous bowl That the green gall may stain my venom'd blood And my inf●ction raise a mad combustion Then from the Port I will behold the Storm And laugh at ruins that my plots perform Exit SCENE Semanthe's Apartment Enter Tachmas Semanthe Lords Tach O! why Semanthe why these falling tears I swear my Love not the last drops of life Just f●owing from my heart are dearer to me Than those rich pearls that trickle from thy Eies What on this joyful day it must not be Give me thy g●iefs pour all thy sorrows here He●e ●n my breast and pant within my arms Tho' f●●tune frown and every star conspire Y●● w● may love Semanthe Sem. O my Lord What S●n ●hall see you mine Is there no power Assisting to our love Tach. My dearer sel● Let no sad thought poison this happy hour The Gods have sent us to begin our joys No my Semanthe we will never part For ever thus thus in each others arms Ages shall see us flourish Sem. Yes you shall For ever be believed for my poor heart Wou'd fain be ●onded with the hopes of rest Yet there is something here presages ill Were our loves Scene a blissful sylvan Grove And we the happy tenants of its shade An humble rural pair to all unknown Plac't beneath Fortune's aim we might be blest But Oh! the storms and tempests of a Court The Rocks the Quicksands and tossing Seas That love must venture through to gain its port Foil the most resolute powers of my soul. Enter Seliman unseen with Ismael and Arbanes Selim. There needs no more Ismael you retire Whilst Arbanes attends me Exit Ismael Sem. You know the Sophy long has sought my love And tho' I swear I never will be his Nor change the passion I have vow'd you long For more than earth can give or heaven bestow Yet O my Lord my fears are great for you What horrid consequence what rash effect Of wildest fury ought we not to dread From him who when he knows his happy rival Has power to execute his fatal will Tach. No my Semanthe we are now secure From all the darts of Fortune these my friends Soon as I march to my new Government Shall be your guard and privately conveigh you To Georgia which Province your brave Father Had govern'd long and but with death resign'd 'T is now within my power and I doubt not At sight of you but we shall have those friends To join our cause that my enable us To justifie our loves Lords In the publick name We lay our lives and fortunes at your feet Selim. O! man me reason Res●rain the sallies of my starting passion Which else will plung me in the gulph of madness Sem. But if that gloomy minute shou'd approach Avert it heaven when I am forc'd to loose you Forgive the Virgin fondness of my love Where shou'd your poor Semanthe run for succour Or shou'd I live to mourn your loss for ever Tach. O stop not here for ever bless my ears With the delightful story of thy love My heart is ravish'd with excessive joy Leaps in my breast And dances to the musick of thy voice O my Semanthe let me die with rapture Thus sigh my soul out on thy Virgin bosome Thus press thee still for ever hold thee to me Emplying the hoarded treasure of my love Till life be spent and I fall pale before thee What shall I say to speak thy wondrous vertue My tongue forsakes me when I wou'd go on Uncapable to form my dazling thoughts And I can only gaze and still admire thee Seliman coming forward Selim. Gaze on devour her all this look's thy last Sem. O heavens we are betraid Selim. O wondrous modesty of guilt discover'd Ingrateful Slave I will not stoop to tell thee How thou hast basely wrong'd thy friend and brother I did design thy death but thank the powers That have reviv'd expiring nature in me But fly be gone to death or banishment And all the publick offices you held By our permission here we take agen The general staff Arbanes now is thine Arb. My service best will speak my gratitude Selim. As Traitors to our Crown and Life your Heads To the Lords Are forfeit to our Laws but meet ignobler fates Madam your Sexes folly pleads your cause But think on him no more learn to forget A slave so much unworthy Arbanes thou attend upon Semanthe And guard her as thou wouldst thy life away Exit Tach. If in my better fortune I have ever Deserv'd thy love Grant me a parting minute with Semanthe And in return my life Shall be too short to shew my gratitude Arb. My Lord the time requires a short farewel And you must make it so I know there are A thousand tender things for you to say Unfit for me to hear Therefore my Lord the guards shall wait without Exit with ●uards Tach. Now my Semanthe Sem. O my most lov'd Lord Support me for my spirits die within me At the least mention of thy banishment Tach. Look up my star my shining happiness Dart through the gloomy Winter of our ●ortune And smile upon me Let us deceive our miseries a while Talk of the joys of love and never think Of parting grief wi●l come too fast upon us Sem. Methinks already in some ba●barous wild Like a benighted Traveller I walk Vi●wing with watry Ei●s the sinking Sun And night displaying her sad Ensigns round No friendly Village near me all before A horrid maze of death without a guide To chear my heavy steps despair and death O wilt thou ne're return to glad my soul And must we never never meet agen Tach. My souls last treasure how I part from thee How far above the world I prize thy love The Almighty searchers of the mind can tell But since irrevocable fate has doom'd That I must ne're be happy O hear my wish For thy content and future peace of mind It matters not what shall become of me When I am gone for ever from thy sight Forget that wretched Tachmas ●ver was O! think not on the wretch for that will grieve thee But give thy love to royal Seliman Give him that Heart that once was mine those vows That spotless faith thou gav'st to me which since 'T is for your peace you Gods I here resign Here on this Altar sigh you all away Kissing her hand Sem. O most unkind why do you use me thus Or wou'd you have me think you never lov'd That thus you wish me from you Tach. My love My dearer self thou miracle of woman For what recorded story ever told One of thy Sex so fond of misery Let ●s live wretched then and ever love So truly love that the relenting Gods At last in justice may redress our wrongs And bring us safe unto each others arms Sun O! if

thee Sem. Alas my thoughts were all employed upon thee My ears devour'd the musick of thy Love My wrongs were silenc'd and my eies were charm'd And had you but continued the soft Scene Had you still practic'd on my easiness Tho with feign'd Love flattering my womanish faith Joy wou'd have done the business of my grief And I had died contented in your arms Tach. What means my fate where wou'dst thou drive my thoughts Sem. 'T is true I came to take my last farewel Of Life and Love of thee and all my cares To tell thee of thy falshoods not upbraid thee To sigh my story out without complaining To suffer on nor murmur at my fate Since you decreed it this was my fond resolve Th' intention of this passionate doting Fool But now O turn of temper thy hard usage Has run me from my reason I am wild Quite mad distracted and must rave a while Rave till I burst and sink down dead with pass●on Tach. Alas I find it now thou art abus'd And I betraid some Villain has traduc'd My constancy but by the pangs of Love By all the torments of a bleeding heart I ever was most true and still am thine Sem. O Prince forbear if Sunamire shou'd hear Tach. Ha! Goes it there then there is mischief yet That woman bears us most inveterate hate And shou'd not be believ'd against our selves Sem. But O! the Letter Prince Tach. Riddles and doubts Arb. I have a friend my Lord can best unfold 'em Goes to the door Come forth my Sister time has recompenc'd Our expectation with a full revenge Enter Sunamire and Osman disguis'd Sem. Revenge alas that fatal word too late Explains my folly and creates my fear Tach. What shou'dst thou fear my Love thy innocence Will shield thee and for me the fear of death Flew from me when my happiness took wing Sun Infuse the mortal drugs in the gilt bowls Be ready at my call Exit Osman Arb. See where they stand Lull'd in the arms of Love and far remov'd From the apprension of that fatal minute Comes posting to their ruin Sun The thought was lucky With a pretended pity to decoy Semanthe to the snare Arb. To offer her In the first draught the Nectar of her Love Will make the gall of our revenge more bitter But see they turn upon us Sun Sure 't is the error of my sense that shows Semanthe here that poor forsaken thing Alas I pity thee but blush to see My Sexes fondness painted in those tears Lost on a man that scorns thee Sem. Why dost thou awaken me into despair Death is my wish but I wou'd meet it here To Tachmas Sun Nay now my Lord I must become a pleader in this cause The fatal purple rises in her cheeks The Lillies wither and the Roses fade Poor wretch see see she lingers for a look Do not torment the quiet of her death Speak kindly to her bless her with a smile Nay I can see her take a farewel kiss Without a Rivalls fear Tach. Base cruel Woman But Oh! for my Semanthe's sake I will Forbear to curse thee by that gentle name I know thou comest on mischief but I charge thee If thou hast any part of thy soft Sex Working to vertue in thy hard'ned soul Howe're the Sophy and the Gods doom me Beware how thou design'st against my Love Sun How Sir so hard'ned in this coz'ning trade First you betray Semanthe to your scorn Then dare not justifie your Love to me But Sir the Letter speaks your falshood plain Tach. What Letter speak if it be sent from Hell Thou art its chief Commissioner inform me Say hast thou mortgag'd thy last hope of heaven And in some fatal scroul to take my Life Or what 's yet worse to ruine me with her Subscrib'd thy self a servant to the Furies Sun Were I not satisfied that my revenge Requires the secret from me thou shoud'st still Remain in ignorance yes I forg'd the Letter To raise her jealousie of you in hopes A womans spirit working to revenge She might divulge your Treasons to the Sophy Tach. My Treasons Arb. Yes against the Sophy's Life For nothing else cou'd put you in our power Tach. I thought the Line of my aflictions carried But to the end of Life but thou hast found A way to vex my quiet in the grave To sacrifice my fame to after times And blot my story with a Traitors stain Arb. I ow'd thee this proud Prince for this contempt And insolence when to the shame of arms My wounds and blood forgot Tachmas was nam'd To lead those Armies I had bred in War Tach. I know my latest hour comes on apace And now to curse thee were to rob my soul Of this soft satisfaction in my death Oh! let me hold thee fast my only Life Here languish out a farewel to our Loves Gaze on those heavenly Eies That through the Grove of death must light me on To the bright Mansions of their kindred stars Sun So unconcern'd the face of death will turn This Scene of Love appear thou Minister Of Fate come forth and act thy tragick part Enter Osman with four Bowls Tach. What means this fatal pomp all this for me Or to be yet more cruel wou'd you load My mounting spirit with your guilty souls And damn me with your company in death Sun This is your bridal night and we your guests Must wait upon the Ceremony But know my Lord the gilt bowls are prepar'd Only for you and your fair bride for they Are poison'd Tach. Ha! thou can'st not mean her death Or wou'dst thou in one Devilish act outdo The eldest damn'd in Hell O! spare her Life And I will bless thee with my latest breath Nay as I mount report thee to the Gods And tell 'em thou art good Sem. My Lord forbear Solliciting what granted I refuse Life without you By our immortal Loves I am resolv'd on this Alas I swear I think this hour our first happiness And to die thus together is an earnest Sent from the Gods of worlds of joy to come Sun Yes Rival thou shou'dst live be forc'd to live But that the fight of thee for ever wou'd Revive my shame and lay his scorn before me Tach. Give me the fatal bowls and now Samanthd Since thou resolv'st and Fate will have it so I here present thee with a cordial draught That will preserve our Loves i' th' other world Sem. Then chearfully as birds salute the morn After a cold long stormy Winter night We leave these solitary dark abodes And mount to mingle with the shining Gods Tach. O! how I grude the Grave this heavenly form These beauties will inspire the arms of death And warm the pale cold tyrant into life O I cou'd rave for ever but farewel All drink Arb. 'T is to their meeting in the other world To Sunamire Osm. So to my knowledge you will first meet there Aside Tach. 'T is done the business of our fate is