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She is all mine, by Heaven I feel her here, Lys. I neither hope nor ask a pardon of him;
Aler. Sure we at last shall conquer this fierce
Hence from my sight, and bear him to a dungeon! Can work upon her, she again is yours.
Perdiccas, give this lion to a lion; Alex. O mother, help me, help your wounded None speak for him! Ay! stop his mouth, away! son,
Cly. The king's extremely moved. And move the soul of my offended dear;
Eum. I dare not speak. But fly, haste, ere the sad procession's inade. Cly. This comes of love and women; 'tis all Spend not a thought in reply-Begone,
madness; If you would have me live-and, Parisatis, Yet were I heated now with wine, I should Hang thou about her knees, wash them with tears: Be preaching to the king for this rash fool. Nay haste, the breath of gods, and eloquence Åler. Come hither, Clytus, and my dear HeOf angels, go along with you—Oh my heart !
phestion; [Ereunt Sys. and Par. Lend me your arms, help, for I'm sick on the Lys. Now let your majesty, who feels the tor- sudden.
I fear betwixt Statira's cruel love, And sharpest pangs of love, encourage mine. And fond Roxana's arts, your king will fall. Aler. Ha
Cly. Better the Persian race were all undone. Cly. Are you a madman? Is this a time? Heph. Look up, my lord, and bend not thus Lys. Yes; for I see he cannot be unjust to me,
As if you'd leave the empire of this world, Lest something worse befal himself.
with toil have won. Aler. Why dost thou tempt me thus to my un
Aler. Would I had not! doing?
There's no true joy in such unwieldy fortune. Death thou shouldst have, were it not courted so: Eternal gazers lasting troubles make, But know, to thy confusion, that my word, All find my spots, but few my brightness take. Like destiny, admits not a reverse;
Stand off, and give me airTherefore in chains thou shalt behold the nup- Why was I born a prince, proclaimed a god, tials
Yet have no liberty to look abroad? Of my llephestion—- Guards, take him prisoner. Thus palaces in prospect bar the eye,
Lys. I shall not easily resign my sword, Which, pleased and free, would o'er the cotTill I have dyed it in my rival's blood.
tage fly, Aler. I charge you, kill him not, take him O'er flowery lands to the gay distant sky. alive;
Farewell, then, empire, and the racks of love; The dignity of kings is now concerned,
By all the gods, I will to wilds remove; And I will find a way to tame this beast. Stretched like a Sylvan god on grass lie down,
Cly. Kneel, for I see lightning in his eyes. And quite forget, that e'er I wore a crown.
Enter PARISATIS. Enter EUMENES, Philip, THESSALUS, PER
Par. Ah, my Lysimachus, where are you goDICCAS, LYSIMACHUS, Guards.
Whither? to be devoured? O barbarous prince ! Eum. FAREWELL, brave spirit! when you come Could you expose your life to the king's rage, above,
remember mine was tied to yours? Commend us to Philotas and the rest
Lys. The gods preserve you ever from the ills Of our great friends.
That threaten me : Live, madam, to enjoy Thess. Perdiccas, you are grown
A nobler fortune, and forget this wretch. In trust, be thankful for your noble office. I ne'er had worth, nor is it possible
Per. As noble as you sentence me, I'd give That all the blood, which I shall lose this day, This arm, that Thessalus were so employed. Should merit this rich sorrow from your eyes. Lýs. C'ease these untimely jars, farewell to Par. The king, I know, is bent to thy destruc all.
tion; Fight for the king as I have done, and then Now by. command they forced me from his You may be worthy of a death like mine
No power, command, my mother's, sister's tears, Cass. Touch not, but dash with strokes so Shall cause me to survive thy cruel loss.
bravely bold, Lys. Live, princess, live, howe'er the king dis- Till you have formed a face of so much horror, dain me:
That gaping furies may run frighted back; Perhaps, unarmed and fighting for your sake,
That envy may
devour herself for madness, I may perform what shall amaze the world, And sad Medusa's head be turned to stone. And force him yet to give you to my arms.
Ror. Yes, we will have revenge, my instruAway, Perdiccas -Dear Eumenes, take
ments; The princess to your charge.
For there is nothing you have said of me, ,(Ereunt Perd. Lys. Guards. But comes far short, wanting of what I am. Eum. O cruelty!
When in my nonage I at Zogdia lived, Par. Lead me, Eumenes, lead me from the Amongst my she companions I would reign; light,
Drew them from idleness, and little arts Where I may wait till I his ruin hear,
Of coining looks, and laying snares for lovers, Then free my soul to meet him in the air. Broke all their glasses, and their tires tore,
[Ereunt Par. and Eum. Taught them, like Amazons, to ride and chase Phil. See where the jealous proud Roxana Wild beasts in deserts, and to master men. comes,
Cass. Her looks, her words, her every
motion A haughty vengeance gathers on her brow. Thess. Peace! they have raised her to their Ror. But when I heard of Alexander's conends; observe.
How with a handful he had millions slain, Enter Roxana, CASSANDER, POLYPERCHON.
Spoiled all the east, their queens his captives Ror. O you have ruined me, I shall be mad : made, Said you so passionately? is it possible? Yet with what chastity, and godlike temper, So kind to her, and so unkind to me?
He saw their beauties, and with pity bowed; Cass. More than your utmost fancy can invent. Methought I hung upon my father's lips, He swooned thrice at hearing of her vow, And wished him tell the wondrous tale again : And when our care as oft had brought back life, Left all my sports, the woman now returned, He drew his sword, and offered at his breast. And sighs uncalled would from nay bosom fly; Pol. Then railed at you with such unheard of And all the night, as my Adraste told me, curses !
In slumbers groaned, and murmured Alexander, Ror. Away, begone, and give a whirlwind Cass. Curse on the name, hut I will soon re
room, Or I will blow you up like dust; avaunt! That bar of my ambition and my love. [Aside, Madness but meanly represents my toil.
Ror. At last to Zogdia this triumpher came, Roxana and Statira, they are names
And, covered o'er with laurels, forced our city: That must for ever jar: eternal discord, At night I by my father's order stood, Fury, revenge, disdain, and indignation
With fifty virgins waiting at a banquet. Tear my swollen breast, make way for fire and But oh! how glad was I to hear his court, tempest.
To feel the pressure of his glowing hand, My brain is burst, debate and reason quenched, And taste the dear, the false protesting lips ! The storm is up, and my hot bleeding heart Cass. Wormwood and hemlock henceforth Splits with the rack, while passions, like the
grow about them!
Ror. Gods! that a man should be so great Rise up to heaven, and put out all the stars.
and base ! What saving hand, or what a mighty arm What said he not, when in the bridal bed, Can raise me sinking?
He clasped my yielding body in his arms ! Cass. Let your own arm save you !
Cass. Yet after this prove false ! 'Tis in your power, your beauty is almighty: Pol. Horrid perjury ! Let all the stars go out, your eyes can light them. Cass. Not to be matched ! Wake then, bright planet, that should rule the Pol. O you must find revenge ! world,
Cass. A person of your spirit be thus slighted, Wake, like the moon, from your too long eclipse, For whose desire all earth should be too little ! And we, with all the instruments of war,
Ror. And shall the daughter of Darius hold Trumpets and drums, will help your glorious la- him? bour.
That puny girl, that
ambition? Pol. Put us to act, and with a violence, That cried for milk, when I was nursed in blood! That fits the spirit of a most wronged woman: Shall she, made up of watry elements, Let not Medea's dreadful vengeance stand A cloud, shall she embrace my proper god, A pattern more, but draw your own so fierce, While I am cast like lightning from his hand? It may for ever be original.
No, I must scorn to prey on commou things;
Though hurled to earth by this disdainful Jove, Will start at this-Go, go, thy crimes deplore, I will rebound to my own orb of fire,
And never think of Sysigambis more. (Ereunt. And with the wreck of all the heavens expire. Rox. Madam, I hope you will a queen forCass. Now you appear yourself;
give: 'Tis noble anger.
Roxana weeps to see Statira grieve. Ror. May the illustrious blood, that fills my How poble is the brave resolve you make, womb,
To quit the world for Alexander's sake? And ripens to be perfect godhead born,
Vast is your mind, you dare thus greatly die, Come forth a fury; may Barsina's bastard And yield the king to one so mean as 1 : Tread it to hell, and rule as sovereign lord, 'Tis a revenge will make the victor smart, When I permit Statira to enjoy
And much I fear your death will break his heart. Roxana's right, and strive not to destroy.
Stat. You counterfeit, I fear, and know. too
well Enter SYSIGAMBIS, STATIRA, in mourning.
How much your eyes all beauties else excel : Cass. Behold her going to fulfil her vow; Roxana, who, though not a princess born, Old Sysigambis, whom the king engaged, In chains could make the mighty victor mourn. Resists and awes her with authority.
Forgetting power when wine had.made him warm, Ror. 'Twas rashly vowed indeed, and I should And senseless, yet even then you knew to charm :
Preserve him by. those arts, that cannot fail, Sys. O my Statira, how has passion changed thee! While I the loss of what I loved bewail. Think if thou drive the king to such extremes, Ror. I hope your majesty will give me leave What in his fury may he not denounce
To wait you to the grove, where you would Against the poor remains of lost Darius?
grieve; Stat. I know, I know he will be kind to you, Where like the turtle, you the lose will moan And to my mourning sister for my sake;
Of that dear mate, and murmur all alone. And tell him, how with my departing breath, Slat. No, proud triumpher o'er my falling I railed not, but spoke kindly of his person,
state, Nay wept to think of our divided loves,
Thou shalt not stay to fill me with my fate: And sobbing sent, at last, forgiveness to him. Go to the conquest, which your wiles may boast, Rox. Grant, heaven, some ease to this distract- And tell the world you left Statira lost. ed wretch !
Go seize my faithless Alexander's hand, Let her not linger out a life in torments,
Both hand and heart were once at my comBe these her last words, and at once dispatch her.
mand: Sys. No, by the everlasting fire I swear, Grasp his loved neck, die on his fragrant breast, By my Darius' soul, I never inore
Love hin like me, whose love can't be esprest, Will dare to look on Alexander's face,
Ile must be happy, and you more than blest ; IE you refuse to see him.
While I in darkness hide me from the day, Rox. Curse on that cunning tongue, I fear her That with my inind I may his form survey,
And think so long, till I think life away. Cass. No, she's resolved.
Rox. No, sickly virtue, no, Stat. I cast me at your feet,
Thou shalt not think, nor thy love's loss bemoan, To bathe them with my tears; or, if you please, Nor shall past pleasures through thy fancy run; I'll let you life, and wash them with my blood, That were to make thee blest as I can be : But still conjure you not to rack my soul, But thy no-thought I must, I will decree. Nor hurry iny wild thoughts to perfect maddess. As thus, I'll torture thee till thou art inad, Should now Darius' awful ghost appear,
And then no thought to purpose can be had.. And my pale mother stand beseeching by,
Stut. How frail, how cowardly is woman's I would persist to death, and keep my vow.
mind? Ror. She shews a certain bravery of soul, We shriek at thunder, dread the rustling wind, Which I should praise in any but my rival, And glittering swords the brightest eyes
will Sys. Die then, rebellious wretch! thou art not blind.
Yet when strong jealousy inflames the soul, That soft beloved, nor durst thou share
roll. Go hide thy baseness in the lonely grot,
Rival, take head, and tempt me not too far! Ruin thy mother, and thy royal house,
My blood may boil, and blushes shew a war. Pernicious creature ! shed the innocent
Ror. When you retire to your romantic cell, Blood, and sacritice to the king's wrath
l'll make thy solitary mansion hell; The lives of all thy people; fly, begone,
Thou shalt nor rest by day, nor sleep by night, And hide thee, where bright virtue never shone: But still Roxana shall thy spirit fright: The day will shun thee, nay the stars, that view Wanton in dreams if thou darest dream of bliss, Mischiefs and murders, deeds to thee not new, Thy roving ghost may think to steal a kiss;
But when to his sought bed, thy wandring air For one poor fault so carly should remove,
And fall a martyr to the god of love.
Ror. Is then Roxana's love and life so poor, How ghastly wilt thou look, when thou shalt see, That for another you can chuse to die, Through the drawn curtains, that great man and Rather than live for her? what have I done? me,
How am I altered since at Susa last Wearied with laughing, joys shot to the ul, You swore, and sealed it with a thousand kisses, While thou shalt grinning stand, and gnash thy Rather than lose Roxana's smallest charın, teeth, and howl?
You would forego the conquest of the world? Stat. O barbarous rage ! my tears I cannot Aler. Madam, you best can tell what magic keep,
drew But my full eyes in spite of me will weep. Me to your charms, but let it not be told
Ror. The king and I in various pictures drawn, For your own sake; take that conquered world, Clasping each other, shaded o'er with lawn, Dispose of crowns and scepters as you please, Shall be the daily presents I will send,
Let me but have the freedom of an hour, To help thy sorrow to her journey's end. To make account with this wrunged innocence. And when we hear at last thy hour draws nigh, Stat. You know, my lord, you did commit a My Alexander, my dear love and I,
fault : Will come and hasten on thy lingering fates, I ask but this, repeat your crime no more. And smile and kiss thy soul out through the grates. Aler. O never, never. Stat. 'Tis well, I thank thee; thou hast waked Ror. Am I rejected, then? a rage,
Aler. Exhaust my treasures, Whose boiling now no temper can assuage :
Take all the spoils of the fair conquered Indies; I meet thy tides of jealousy with more,
But, for the ease of my afflicted soul, Dare thee to duel, and dash thee o'er and o'er. Go, where I never may behold thee more. Ror. What would you dare?
Ror. Yes, I will go, ungrateful as thou art, Siat. Whatever you dare do,
Bane to iny life! thou torment of my days, My warring thoughts the bloodiest tracts pursae; Thou murderer of the world! for, as thy sword I ain by love a fury made, like you :
Hath cut the lives of thousand thousand men, kill or be killed, thus acted by despair.
So will thy tongue undo all woman-kind. Ror. Sure the disdained Statira does not dare? But I'll be gone; this last disdain hath cured me, Stat. Yes, towering proud Roxana, but I dare. And I am now grown so indifferent, Ror. I tower indeed o'er thee;
I could behold you kiss without a pang, Like a fair wood, the shade of kings I stand; Nay, take a torch and light you to your bed: While thon, sick weed, do but infest the land. But do not trust me, no, for if you do,
Siat. No, like an ivy I will curl thee round, By all the furies and the fames of love, Thy sapless trunk of all its pride confound, By love, which is the hottest burning hell, Then, dry and withered, bend thee to the ground.
you both on fire to blaze for ever. [Exit. What Sysigambis' threats, objected fears,
Stat: 0 Alexander, is it possible? Good gods, My sister's sighs, and Alexander's tears,
That guilt can shew so lovely !--yet I pardon, Could not effect, thy rival rage has done : Forgive thee all, by thy dear life I do. My soul, whose start at breach of oaths begun, Aler. Ha, pardon! saidst thou, pardon me? Shall to thy ruin violated run.
Sys. Now all thy mother's blessings fall upon I'll see the king in spite of all I swore,
thee, Though curst, that thou mayest never see him My besty my most beloved, my own Statira!
Aler. Is it then true, that thou hast pardoned
me? Enter PERDICCAS, ALEXANDER, SYSIGAMBIS, at- and is it given me thus to touch thy hand, tendants, dic.
And fold thy body in my longing arms? Per. Madam, your royal mother, and the king. To gaze upon thy eyes, my happier stars,
Aler. O my Statira! O my angry dear! To taste thy lip, and thy dear balmy breath, Turn thine eyes on me, I would talk to them : While every sigh comes forth so fraught with What shall I say to work upon thy soul?
sweets, Where shall I throw me? whither shall I fall? 'Tis incense to be offered to a god. Stat. For me you shall not tall.
Stat. Yes, dear impostor, 'tis most true, that I Aler. For thee I will,
Have pardoned thee; and 'tis as true, that while Before thy feet I'll have a grave dug up, I stand in view of thee, thy cyes will wound, And perish quick, be buried straight alive: Thy tongue will make me wanton as thy wishes; Give but, as the earth grows heavy on me, And while I feel thy hand, my body glows: A tender look, and a relenting word,
Therefore be quick, and take your last adieu, Say but, 'twas pity that so great a man,
These your last sighs, and these your parting tears: Who had ten thousand deaths in battles 'scaped, Farewell, farewell, a long and last farewell!
Aler. O my Hephestion, bear me, or I sink. But first kneel with me, all my soldiers kneel ! Stat. Nay, you may take-Heaven, how my
[Al kneel. heart throbs!
Yet lower-prostrate to the earth. Ah! moYou may, you may, if yet you think me worthy,
ther, what, Take from these trembling lips a parting kiss. Will you kneel too? Then let the sun stand still, Aler. No, let me starve first--why, Statira, To see himself out-worshipped; not a face why?
Be shewn, that is not washed all o'er in tears, What is the meaning of all this !_0 gods ! But weep as if you here beheld me slain. I know the cause, my working brain divines- Sys. Hast thou a heart? or art thou savage You'll say you pardoned, but with this reserve,
turned ? Never to make me blest as I have been, But if this posture cannot move your 1.2rcy, To slumber by the side of that false man, I never will speak more. Nor give a heaven of beauty to a devil:
Alex. O my Statira ! Think you not thus ? Speak, madam.
swear, my queen, I'll not out-live thy hate, Sys. She is not worthy, son, of so much sorrow: My soul is still as death—But one thing more, Speak comfort to him, speak, my dear Statira, Pardon
last extremities—the transports I ask thee by those tears: Ah ! canst thou e'er Of a deep wounded breast, and all is well. Pretend to love, yet with dry eyes behold him? Stat. Rise, and may heaven forgive you all
, Alex. Silence more dreadful than severest sounds :
Alex. You are too gracious.-Clytus, bear me Would she but speak, though death, eternal exile hence; Hung on her lips, yet, while her tongue pronoun- When I am laid in earth, yield her the world. ces,
There's something here heaves, as cold as ice, There must be music even in my undoing. That stops my breath-Farewell, oh gods! for Stat. Still, my loved lord, I cannot see you
Stat. Hold off, and let me run into his arms, Nor can I ever yield to share your bed :
My dearest, my all love, my lord, my king! 0 I shall find Roxana in your arms,
You shall not die, if that the soul and body And taste her kisses left upon your lips.
Of thy Statira can restore thy life:
Aler. O the killing joy!
Cly. Never did passions combat thus before. For the dear rack I have this day endured; Aler. 0 I shall burst,
For all the sighs and tears that I have spent, Unless you give me leave to rave a while. I'll have so many thousand burning loves;
Sys. Yet e'er destruction sweep us both away, So swell thy lips, so fill me with thy sweetness, Relent, and break through all to pity him! Thou shalt not sleep nor close thy wandring eyes: Alex. Yes, I will shake this Cupid from my The smiling hours shall all be loved away, arms,
We'll surfeit all the night, and languish all the If all the rages of the earth would fright him ;
day. Drown him in the deep bowl of Hercules;
Stat. Nor shall RoxanaMake the world drunk, and then, like Eolus, Alex. Let her not be named When he gave passage to the struggling winds, O mother! how shall I requite your goodness! I'll strike my spear into the reeling globe And you, my fellow warriors, that could weep To let it blood, set Babylon in a blaze,
For your lost king—But I invite you all, And drive this god of Hames with more consu- My equals in the throne as in the grave, ming fire.
without distinction to the riot come, Stat. My presence will but force him to ex- To the king's banquet tremes ;
Cly: I beg your majesty Besides, 'tis death to me to see his pains :
Would leave me out. Yet stand resolved never to yield again
Aler. None, none shall be excused; Permit me to remove.
All revel out the day, 'tis my command. Aler. I charge ye, stay her!
Gay as the Persian god our self will stand, For if she pass, by all the hell I feel,
With a crowned goblet in our lifted hand. Your souls, your naked ghosts, shall wait upon Young Ammon and Statira shall go round, her.
While antic measures beat the burdened ground, O turn thee! turn! thou barbarous brightness, And to the vaulted skies our clangors sound. turn!
(Ereunt. Hear my last words, and see my utmost pang :