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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

maintain'd the course And reach'd untir'd the Goal of our designs But a too violent speed has ruin'd all As an unpractic'd Seaman in a storm Plies all his Sail to the unruly winds To wing him to a Port and never thinks That the uneven Vessel is o'repowr'd Till he too late laments his ignorance And every billow offers him a Tomb. Arb. The Basis on which all our designs were founded Is overturn'd the Sophy's Love abates And now 't is rumour'd through the Court that soon He 'l give Semanthe up to Tachmas arms Sun First let the frame of nature be dissolv'd L●t Sunamire be dust and la●d in earth Deep as the Center else they are not safe From the contrivance of a rivals rage Tho' I both hate his person and his Love Yet but to see him in anothers arms Wou'd give ●e speedy death What! shall Semanthe triumph in my spoils Shall she enjoy him all whilst I stand wishing And like a spirit damn'd am rob'd of hope O H●ll it mads my reason but to think on 't I shall Become their May-game At their loose intervals of calmer Love She 'l hang upon his lips and beg him tell The story of my passion o're agen Which he relates and with a scornful smile Adds to my shame to make the Girl more vain And must this be whilst I have being no The thunder rages in my breast for vent Here here it rouls to make its violent way And now it bursts the flaming bolts are hurl'd See see the Lovers are dispers'd and scatter'd Whiskt up into the air like Summers dust By whirlwinds Exit Isma She grows big with new designs And these dire pangs foretel their birth at hand Arb. 'T is woman only helps us at a stand Exeunt Tachmas crossing the Stage Tach. Where shall I fly to shun this solitude My melancholy haunts me every where And not one kindly beam pierces the gloom Of my dark thoughts to give a glimpse of comfort Here as in Eden once tho' all things smile Tho nature plays the prodigal and gives Large handed what our boundless wishes crave Yet discontentedly I roam about And cannot taste the pleasures of the place The Court seems all a crowded Wilderness Where I appear like the first man forlorn Whilst each created being else enjoys In happy paires the fellowship of Life And if his loanly State he did bemoan And wish an Eve when woman was unknown What wou'd he have done had he been forc'd from her Soon as he found her fortunately fair Exit Re-enter Sunamire with a Letter Arbanes Ismael Sun Brother this Letter is your care And tho to me directed from the Prince Yet it must fall into Semanthe's hands Arban A slave attendant on her person Shall do the business Sun I 'le make a visit to Semanthe and Prepare her by degrees to meet the news Which when the finds confirm'd in this forg'd Letter Must work effects proportion'd to our hopes Isma O you 'r the very spirit and soul of plotting Nothing within the circuit of invention Can scape your searching thoughts Sun Since nothing cou'd be hop'd for from the Sophy This as the fittest way I did propose To work each others ruine from themselves Isma About it Madam loose not this present now This minute's worth a year of common hours Arban If this plot fail then heaven the fault is yours Exeunt Semanthe melaneholy in her Apartment Sem. Did time but circumscribe my miseries I 'de live upon the hopes of being blest And travel chearful through my youth to come In the evening of my Life and die within his arms Has not the Sophy past his royal word To make us happy why then shou'd I fear Alas my foolish heart how soon thou' rt wrought on No no fond hopes you flattering torments hence You smile upon me to betray me on To new despairs and here I cast you from me For Chymist like I waste my tedious Life In vain expectance and at last die poor Enter Sunamire to her Sun Semanthe weeping what can fortune mean Now when the Majesty of Persia comes In all his royalties and pomp of power Like a descending God to Court you to him Thus to be seen in tears provokes my wonder Sem. Alas is it so strange to view me in That garb of sorrow which I daily wear And never will put off till my lov'd Lord My Tachmas presence shall dispel these Clouds Sun O Madam he must be forgotten now Let not his memory debar your thoughts From all that Indian world those golden joys Which an Imperial Lover offers to you Sem. Where wou'd thy language point me O my fears Sun Tachmas no longer struggles with his fate To force impossibilities and since Heaven has design'd you for the Sophy's bed He bows to th' immortal will and has resolv'd Rather then rob your merits of a Crown To wean his heart for ever from your charms And fix his wishes to some humbler Maid Whose beauties as they are not envi'd Have store of happiness to feed content Sem. Had I a Faith beyond the ignorant I cou'd not credit this O Sunamire recal The fle●ting air that bears the sound away Or from this h●ur tho the divinest truth Spoke in thy words ne're hope to be believ'd Tho' we are wretched it shall ne're be said That fortune took the advantage of our crimes To make us so Tachmas has all the truth Of heaven so pure so white so innocent No woman that has ever known the arts Of cozening man will think him of the kind Sun Madam I 'm sorry I shou'd be the first To bring unwelcome news Sem. And yet my Sunamire thou wert my friend My bosome friend and why shoud'st thou betray me Ah! no I find it now 't is all a truth All that thou sayest my Tachmas is o'recome By this last generous usage of the Sophy And I am sold to ruine And it was kind in thee most like a friend To come and give me all my fate at once And not behold me languish in my pains No Sunamire this poor forsaken Maid Shall not out-live her shame yet e're I die May I not know my happy rivals name Sun Now all the subtilty of woman aid me Aside Alas how am I wrought into an error A maze of folly by my indiscretion I cou'd not think you yet retain'd a thought Of Tachmas therefore ignorantly prest too far In me to answer wou'd appear insulting Therefore I beg you 'd spare my modesty The blush my tongue the vanity to tell What soon from every mouth will strike your ears Sem. Insinuating fiend I see thee through That painted vizor of thy flattering friendship With all thy devilish stratagems a going Now I perceive what I so long suspected Thy love to Tachmas and now thou com'st to raise My jealousie on some sinister end But to this point I 'm fixt that shou'd the earth Depose his falshood in a general voice Nay call the tongues of Angels to

THE Loyal Brother OR THE PERSIAN PRINCE A TRAGEDY As it is Acted at the THEATRE ROYAL by their Majesties Servants By Thomas Southern I fuge sed poteras tutior esse Domi. Mart. LONDON Printed for William Cademan at the Popes Head in the New Exchange in the Strand 1682. TO HIS GRACE The DUKE of RICHMOND c. Master of the Horse to His MAJESTY and Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter SIR WHEN things of this nature are presented to Persons of your high Rank and Quality flattery is always suppos'd the Trade-wind that carries the Author quite through the Dedication But my design is wholly to offer to your Grace the first fruits of my Muse that when pleasure lives and serious thoughts come on I may excuse my folly by laying my Maiden-head at your Door Nor durst I have attempted thus far into the World had not the Laureats own Pen secur'd me maintaining the out-works while I lay safe in●rencht within his Lines and malice ill nature and censure were forc'd to grinn at a distance If I have not perform'd my part in this Piece the excuse of a young beginner will pass with the reasonable part of mankind but when I look upon your Lordship and joyn your Princely Birth to the early promises of manly Vertue which you daily give us if you communicate an influencing beam on me as you must shine on all I dare without the gift of Prophesie venture to say the inspiration may refine my thoughts to some more worthy offering Cou'd my vanity carry me to the hopes of succeeding in things of this kind I am comfident my surest way wou'd be to draw my Caracters from you in whom the fairest Images of nature are shewn in little Your Royal Fathers Greatness Majestick Awfulness Wit and Goodness are promis'd all in yo● Your Mothers conquering Beauty triumphs agen in you Nature has blest you with a Royal Parentage and Fortune been just to you in a Pri●●ely Education And nothing is wanting now to Crown our h●pes but time to make you in England what Titus was in Rome the Delight of mankind which that you may prove shall ever be the Constant wish of SIR Your Graces most humbly devoted Servant Thomas Southern THE PROLOGUE POets like Lawful Monarchs rul'd the Stage Till Criticks like Damn'd Whiggs debauch'd our Age. Mark how they jump Criticks wou'd regulate Our Theatres and Whiggs reform our State Both pretend love and both Plague rot 'em hate The Critick humbly seems Advice to bring The fawning Whigg Petitions to the King But ones advice into a Satyr slides T'others Petition a Remonstrance hides ●hese will no Taxes give and those no Pence Criticks wou'd starve the P●et Whiggs the Prince The Critick all our troops of friends discards Iust so the Whigg wou'd fain pull down the Guards Guards are illegal that drive foes away As watchful Shepherds that fright beasts of prey Kings who Disband such needless Aids as these Are safe as long as e're their Subjects please And that wou'd be till next Queen Besses night Which thus grave penny Chroniclers indite Sir Edmond-berry first in woful wise Leads up the show and Milks their Maudlin eyes There 's not a Butcher's Wife but Dribs her part And pities the poor Pageant from her heart Who to provoke revenge rides round the fire And with a civil congee does retire But guiltless blood to ground must never fall There 's Antichrist behind to pay for all The punk of Babylon in Pomp appears A lewd Old Gentleman of seventy years Whose Age in vain our Mercy wou'd implore For few take pity on an Old-cast Whore The Devil who brought him to the shame takes part Sits cheek by jowl in black to chear his heart Like Thief and Parson in a Tiburn-Cart The word is giv'n and with a loud Huzzaw They Miter'd Moppet from his Chair they draw On the slain Corps contending Nations fall Alas what 's one poor Pope among 'em all He burns now all true hearts your Triumphs ring And next for fashion cry God save the King A needful Cry in midst of such Alarms When Forty thousand Men are up in Arms. But after he 's once sav'd to make amends In each succeeding Health they Damn his Friends So God begins but still the Devil ends What if some one inspir'e with Zeal shou'd call Come let 's go cry God save him at White-hall His best friends wou'd not like this over-care Or think him e're the safer for that pray'r Five praying Saints are by an Act allow'd But not the whole Church-Militant in crowd Yet should heav'n all the true Petitions drain Of Presbyterians who wou'd Kings maintain Of Forty thousand five wou'd scarce remain PERSONS REPRESENTED SEliman the Sophy of Persia. Mr. Goodman Tachmas his Brother Mr. Clark Ismael a Villanous favourite Major Moon Arbanes a disaffected General Mr. Griffin Osman a Captain to Tachmas Mr. Saunders Several Officers Citizens and their Wives Eunuchs and Guards WOMEN Begona Mother to Seliman and Tachmas Mrs. Cory Semanthe belov'd and in Love with Tachmas Mrs. Cook Sunamire Sister to Arbanes Mrs. Guin THE Loyal Brother OR THE PERSIAN PRINCE ACT I. SCENE I. A Chamber of State Seliman Ismael Arbanes Guards Attendants Selim. MY Lords our Letters from our Brother shew The Enemy encampt on Gehun Banks Headed by that brave Tartar that so long Has kept us warm for glory in the field Their Number 's fifty thousand ours but twenty To poise their fate or turn the Scale of War O glorious odds and by our Prophets Soul Worthy imperial Gamesters worthy us And the renown of this immortal Throne Isma Long have these tempests threatned from the North To overturn the fate of Persia And shrowd her glories in eternal night But say my Lords What has their fury done Arban Like Clouds it vanish'd at our rising Sun To the renown of royal Seliman Let some report their Conquests to the World They Provinces subdued but under ground And peopled Graves They triumph'd too but how In death they triumph'd for they fell by you Selim. There spoke the Voice of War Yes we have conquer'd 'em and shall agen Since Tachmas leads our Armies to the field Thrice they the Gehun past as oft thou know'st Khohemus felt the wounds of Tartars Swords Where was I then Arbanes stood I Idle For thou wert my Leiutenant in the War Saw'st all my actions therefore best canst speak ' em Arban The Grecian eloquence can never paint Your Victories to mention but the first How then shall I but my reflecting Soul Shows the past Scene of Glory to my veiw And I can speak a Truth Selim. You Gods a Truth I think my actions do disdain a lie To speak 'em brave Arban Dread Sir you wrong my meaning Selim. I am calm proceed Arban A barbarous people of a rougher clime Invade our Fronteirs burn our Villages Unyoke our labouring Oxen from the Plow Our Flocks destroy and after them our Hinds The

world But see he comes within this hour my Lords I 'le wait you in th' apartment of Semanthe Where I have something to propose that may Advantage the design Lord. VVe will not fail Exeunt Ism. To lose your heads if you be there Enter Seliman Selim. VVhy is my temper shaken with each breath Of fle●ting air that 's form'd into voice VVhy have I not an equal mastery Over my passions with the rest of men The Court is in an uproar with my follies Expos'd in publick all my Friends stand mute Before me not a Counseller that dares Advise me even flattery is dumb I 'le curb this folly Ha! Ismael here Isma I find the poison works I 'le shew my self Selim. My fit returns and all my promises Vanish at sight of him a thousand doubts Start in my soul and press'd to be resolv'd From his oraculous tongue Yet why sh●u'd I Rashly endanger all my future peace To be inquisitive in that may prove A lasting torment and at best can give But what I had before I will retire And so conceal my weakness yet that were But to betray it the more Isma Great Sir to press upon your thoughtful hours May prove my crime 't is fit I wait at distance Selim. No Ismael Nothing of moment entertains my thoughts Only some few reflections on my late Deportment at the Banquet Isma The cause was sure important that cou'd shock Your temper so and in that general Joy Selim. The cause Ismael as thou lov'st my peace Stop there tho' much I fear thou 'st gone too far Thou 'st ignorantly toucht a jarring string That quite untunes the orders of my soul And all the rules of temperance I propos'd I shall leap o're if thus thou urge me on A second time Isma How Sir have I offended Selim. Thy questions still drive on to that discourse That most offends me Isma Better I never spoke than give you trouble Selim. It were indeed Nay thou must bear with me I know thou wilt Ismael therefore speak And let thy thoughts flow freely to thy tongue As to my ear thy words Is not Semanthe All can be wish'd in woman Ha! Not answer Isma I dare not I shall give you a new disturbance Selim. O now thou art too hard upon my follies I know this theam provok'd me at the banquet And truths in publick are resented VVhich meet a fair reception in our closets Isma Then I dare speak my thoughts if I respect Semanthe as the Goddess of your vows As one rais'd by the merit of your love Then I must think the vertues of her Sex For sure she has the beauties meet in her But if as meerly woman I esteem her Alli'd to imperfections subject to Temptations which her beauties will invite And years allow off with that tide of Youth Swelling through everie vein sparkling desires And circulating wishes to her heart Pardon the freedom of my own experience I think this fruit that ripens on the bough And mellows in the Sun-shine of the Court Must somewhere fall Selim. A thousand thoughts prey on my tortur'd soul And whirling fancy turns my senses round Yet stay 't was reason all he uttered to me And solid sense and may perhaps be true Semanthe is a woman And who can fathom that deceitful Sex But by the flaming God that rides above Had I a circumstance a shew of truth I wou'd not only drive the Sorceress hence But sink her lover in the shades for ever Isma My Lord knowing your violent passion For Semanthe and her unnatural coldness Hoping to find the cause of all by bribes I wrought upon a slave in trust who told me How she in private entertains a lover Selim. In private say'st thou sure it cannot be She who like April months still wept and shone Whose not one beauty was without a tear Is she Hell Furies Fiends and Plagues Unchast Isma My Lord Selim. She is by Hell she is For all the tears she shed were liquid fire Hot scalding bubbles of descending lust As Iupiter rain'd down on Danae Isma The Gods can witness for me I believe Semanthe chast as the untainted thoughts Of infancy Yet she is a woman and the nicest sure That makes her modesty her boasted pride May when solicited with earnest vows Of honourable love without a crime Believe where her own fancy prompts her Selim. What honourable love can story boast Through the recorded pages of the dead Equal to mine in all my flame of love When wild desires beat thick upon my soul And power the countenance of greatest crimes Urging me on nay when my boiling blood Has blush'd to see me for a womans coyness Forgo my pleasures not even then I sw●ar Had I a look a thought beyond her vertue Isma I need not name your Brother when I speak Your Rival master of the charms of youth Beauty and courage nay more than these one learn'd In the soft way of melting Ladi●s hearts So artful in the story of his passion That sure no woman can resist his tongue More than his enemy his sword in battle Selim. O! 't is impossible Isma By Heaven 't is true 't is the alone Resolves the frosty weather in her soul And warms her into wishes Selim. Then be forgotten ever The ties of blood friendship and humanity You 'r empty names and perish all in him No more my brother but the worst of villains I coud behold him seated in my throne Disposing Crowns and Kingdoms through the East And pardon his ambition ● but my love Isma He needs no pardon who offends with power And sho●ld the Prince with a strong hand maintain His passion to the w●rld nay e●se your brow Of the Imperial load who can oppose him All offices a●e his your sword is his To be employ'd against your royal life If gratitude p●rmit and who is he In the w●ld transports of ambitious thoughts And tossing on the billows of desire That for a nic●ty of good or ill Wou'd quit the joys of Beauty and a Crown Selim. No more Ismael tell me when and where I may behold 'em let thy working brain ●ut guide me to the place Isma That this does shewing a Key This Key discloses to you the whole Scene Of their forbidden loves within this hour They meet agen in her Apartment where You may surprise ' em Selim. Attend me at that time O I cou'd curse my foolish easie nature But I am calm as yet The figure of my fury 's lifeless drawn Rude and unlike to what it shall be O! thou shalt see the mendings of my rage The manly dashes of stronger passion Shall paint the face of my revenge so ghastly Nature shall start affrighted at the piece And cry the work 's not mine Exit Isma Full charg'd and like a thunder bolt destructive The Sophy flies to all that shall oppose him Tachmas will stand between him and Semanthe But Seliman must pass through Tachmas to her 'T is so resolv'd and stands