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Par. O save him, save him, e'er it be too late! Enter Clytus in his Macedonian habit ;
Speak the kind word, before the gaping lion
let not PUESTION, EUMENES, MELEAGER, &c. in Per. But for one rashness, which despair did cause :
your sian robes.
I'll follow thus for ever on my knees, Cly. Away, I will not wear these Persian And make your way so slippery with tears, robes;
You shall not pass Sister, do you conjure him! Nor ought the king be angry for the reverence Aler. O mother, take her, take her from me; I owe my country: sacred are her customs,
[Kneels. Which honest Clytus shall preserve to death. Her watry eyes assault my very soul, O let me rot in Macedonian rags,
They shake my best resolveRather than shine in fashions of the east.
Stat. Did I not break Then for the adorations he requires,
Through all for you? nay, now, my lord, you Roast my old body in infernal Aames, Or let him cage me like Calisthenes.
Sys. Nor would I make my son so bold prayer Eum. Dear Clytus, be persuaded.
Had I not first consulted for his honour.' Heph. You know the king
Aler, Honour ! what honour! has not Statira Is godlike, full of all the richest virtues,
said it! That ever royal heart possessed; yet you Were I the king of the blue firmament, Perverse, but to one humour will oppose him. And the bold Titans should again make war,
Cly. Call you it humour? 'tis a pregnant one, Though my resistless arrows were made ready, By Mars there's venoin in it, burning pride; By all the gods she should arrest my hand. And, though my life should follow, rather than Fly then, even thou, his rival so beloved, Bear such a hot ambition in my bowels, Fly with old Clytus, snatch him from the jaws I'd rip them up to give the poison vent. of the devouring beast, bring him adorned
Mele. Was not that Jupiter, whom we adore, To the king's banquet, fit for loads of honour. A man, but, for his more than human acts,
[Ereunt Heph. Eum. Par. and Cly. Advanced to heaven, and worshipped for its lord! Stat. O my loved lord ! let me embrace your Heph. By all his thunder and his sovereign knees! power,
I am not worthy of this mighty passion : l'il not believe the earth yet ever felt
You are too good for goddesses themselves : An arm like Alexander's; not that god
No woman, nor the sex, is worth a grain You named, though riding in a car of fire, Of this illustrious life of my dear master. And drawn by flying horses, winged with light- Why are you so divine, to cause such fondness, ning,
heart leaps, and beats, and fain would Could, in a shorter
Aler. Excellent woman! no, 'tis impossible That loves the king like me; yet I'll not Hatter, To say how much I love thee-Ha! again! Nor soothe his vanity, it is blameable;
Such extasics life cannot carry long; And when the wine works, Clytus's thoughts will The day comes on so fast, and beamy joy out.
Darts with such fierceness on me, night will folo Heph. Then go not to the banquet.
low. Cly. I was called,
A pale crowned head few lately glaring by me, My minion, was I not, as well as you?
With two dead hands, which threw a crystal globe I'll go, my friends, in this old habit thus, From high, that shattered in a thousand pieces. And laugh, and drink the king's health heartily; But I will lose this boding dream in wine; And while you, blushing, bow your heads to earth, Then, warm and blushing for my queen's embraAnd hide them in the dust, I'll stand upright,
ces, Straight as a spear, the pillar of my country, Bear me, with all my heat, to thy loved bosom. And be by so inuch nearer to the gods
Stat. Go, my best love, and cheer your droopBut see, the king and all the court appear.
ing spirits ;
Laugh with your friends, and talk your grief away, Enter ALEXANDER, SYSIGAMBIS, STATIRA, PA- While, in the bower of great Semiramis, RISATIS, &c.
I dress your bed with all the sweets of Nature, Par. Spare him, O spare Lysimachus his life ! And crown it as the altar of my love; I know you will; kings should delight in mercy. Where I will lay me down, and softly mourn, Aler. Shield me, Statira, shield me from her But never close my eyes till you return. sorrow!
[Ereunt Stat. Sys. VOL. I.
Aler. Is she not more than mortal e'er can Cass. If Alexander lives, you cannot reign, wish!
Nor shall your child; old Sysigambis' head Diana's soul cast in the flesh of Venus !
Will not be idle—sure destruction waits By Jove, 'tis ominous, our parting is;
Both and yours; let not your anger cool, Her face looked pale too, as she turned away : But give the word; say, Alexander bleeds, And when I wrung her by the rosy fingers, Draw the dry veins of all the Persian race, Methought the strings of my great heart did And hurl a ruin o'er the east, 'tis done. crack.
Pol. Behold the instruments of this great What should it mean?Forward, Leomedon.
Phil. Behold your forward slave. Roxana meets him, with CASSANDER, POLYPER- Thess. I'll execute. chon, Philip, and THESSALUS.
Ror. And when this ruin is accomplished, Why, madam, gaze you thus?
where Rox. For a last look, [She holds his hand. Shall curst Roxana fly with this dear load? And that the memory of Roxana's wrongs Where shall she find a refuge from the arms May be for ever printed on your mind.
Of all the successors of this great man? Aler. O madam, you must let me pass. No barbarous nation will receive a guilt Rox. I will.
So much transcending theirs, but drive me out : But I have sworn, that you shall hear me speak, The wildest beasts will hunt me from their dens, And mark me well, for fate is in my breath : And birds of prey molest me in the grave. Love on the mistress, you adore, to death; Cass. No, you shall live-pardon the insolence Still hope, but I fruition will destroy;
Which this almighty love enforces from me Languish for pleasures, you shall ne'er enjoy. You shall live safer, nobler than before, Statira's image draw your sight,
In your Cassander's arms. Like those deluding fires that walk at night; Ror. Disgraced Roxana, whither wilt thou fall! Lead you through fragrant grots and flow'ry groves, I ne'er was truly wretched till this moment: And charm you through deep grass with sleeping There's not one mark of former majesty loves ;
To awe my slave, that offers at niy honour. That when your fancy to its height does rise, Cass. Madam, I hope you'll not impute my That light, you loved, may vanish from your
To want of that respect, which I must bear you; Darkness, despair, and death, your wandering Long have I lovedsoul surprize.
Ror. Peace, most audacious villain, Aler. Away! lead, Meleager, to the banquet. Or I will stab this passion in thy throat !
[Ex. with Mel. &c. What, shall I leave the bosom of a deity, Ror. So unconcerned ! 0° I could tear my To clasp a clod, a moving piece of earth, flesh,
Which a mole heaves ? So far art thou beneath Or him, or you, nay all the world to pieces.
Cass. Still keep this spirit up, preserve it still, Cass. Your majesty shall hear no more folly. Lose not a grain, for such majestic atoms
Ror. Nor dare to meet my eyes; for if thou First made the world, and must preserve its dost greatness.
With a love-glance, thy plots are all unravelled, Rox. I know I am whatever thou canst say. And
your kind thoughts of Alexander told, My soul is pent, and has not elbow room; Whose life, in spite of all his wrongs to me, 'Tis swelled with this last slight, beyond all Shall be for ever sacred and untouched. bounds:
Cass. I know, dread madam, that Cassander's O that it had a space might answer to Its infinite desire, where I might stand,
Is in your hands, so cast to do you service. And hurl the spheres about like sportive balls ! Ror. You thought, perhaps, because I practised Cuss. We are your slaves, admirers of your charms fury:
To gain the king, that I had loose desires : Command Cassander to obey your pleasure, No, 'tis my pride, that gives me height of pleaAnd I will on, swift as your pimble eye
sure, Scales heaven; when I ain angry with the fates, To see the man, by all the world admired, No age, nor sex, nor dignity of blood,
Bowed to my bosom, and my captive there. No ties of law nor nature, not the life
Cass. By your own life, the greatest oath 1 Imperial, though guarded by the gods,
swear, Shall bar Cassander's vengeance--he shall die. Cassander's passion from this time is dumb. Ror. Ha! shall he die? shall I consent to kill Ror. No, if I were a wanton, I would make him?
Princes the victims of my raging fires : To see him clasped in the cold arms of death, 1, like the changing moon, would have the stars Whom I with such an eagerness have loved? My followers, and mantled kings by night
Should wait my call; fine slaves to quench my | A drop infused in wine will seal his death, flame,
And send him howling to the lowest shades. Who, lest in dreams they should reveal the deed, Phil. Would it were done ! Sull as they came, successively should bleed. Cass. O we shall have him tear Cass. To make atonement for the highest (E'er yet the moon has half her journey rode) crime,
The world to atoms; for it scatters pains I beg your majesty will take the life
All sorts, and through all nerves, veins, arteries. Of queen Statira as a sacrifice.
Even with extremity of frost, it burns; Ror. Rise, thou hast made ample expiation; Drives the distracted soul about her house, Yes, yes, Statira, rival, thou must die ;
Which runs to all the pores, the doors of life, I know this night is destined for my ruin, Till she is forced for air to leave her dwelling. And Alexander from the glorious revels
Pol. By Pluto's self, the work is wondrous Fiies to thy arms.
brave. Phil. The bowers of Semiramis are inade Cass. Now separate : Philip and Thessalus, The scene this night of their new kindled loves. Ilaste to the banquet; at his second call Ror. Methinks I see her yonder, (oh the tur- Give him that fatal draught, that crowns the ment !)
night, Busy for bliss, and full of expectation :
While Polyperchon and myself retire. She adorns her head, and her eyes give new
Ereunt omnes, præter Cussander. lustre;
Yes, Alexander, now thou pay'st me well; Languishes in her glass, tries all her looks; Blood for a blow is interest indeed. Steps to the door, and listens for his coming; Methinks I am grown taller with the murder, Ruiis to the bed, and kneels, and weeps, and And, standing straight on this majestic pile, wishes,
I hit the clouds, and see the world below me! Then lays the pillow easy for his head,
Oh, 'tis the worst of racks to a brave spirit, Warins it with siglıs, and moulds it with her to be born base, a vassal, a cursed slave; kisses.
Now, by the project labouring in my brain, Oh, I am lost! torn with imagination !
'Tis nobler far to be a king in hell, Cassander, kill me instantly,
To head infernal legions, chiefs below, That I may haunt her with a thousand devils! To let them loose for earth, to call them in, Cass. Why do you stop to end her while you And take account of what dark deeds are done,
Than be a subject-god in heaven, unblest,
The Scene draws, ALEXANDER is seen standing Pol. She was committed to Eumenes' charge.
on a throne, with all his commanders about Ror. Eumenes dies, and all that are about her, him, holding goblets in their hands. Nor shall I need your aid ; you'll love again; Aler. To our immortal health, and our fair I'll head the slaves myself, with this drawn dag- queen's; ger,
All drink it deep, and while it flies about, To carry death, that's worthy of a queen. Mars and Bellona join to make us music. A common fate ne'er rushes from my hand; A hundred bulls be offered to the 'Tis more than life to die by my command : White as his beams-speak the big voice of war, And when she sees,
Beat all our drums, and blow our silver trumThat to my arm her ruin she must owe,
pets, Her thankful head will straight be bended low, Till we provoke the gods to act our pleasure, Her heart shall leap half way to meet the blow. In bowls of nectar and replying thunder! (Exit Roxana.
[Sound while they drink. Cass. Go thy ways, Semele—she scorns to sin Beneath a god-We must be swift; the ruin
Enter IIepuestion, Clytus, leading LYSIMAWe intend, who knows, she may discover?
cuus in his shirt, bloody; Perdiccas, Guard. Pol. It must be acted suddenly, to night; Cly. Long live the king, and conquest crown Now—at the banquet; Philip holds his cup.
Phil. And dares to execute-propose his fate. With laurels ever-green: Fortune's his slave,
Cass. Observe in this small phial certain death; And kisses all that fight upon his side. It holds a poison of such deadly force,
Aler. Did not I give command you should Should Æsculapius drink it, in five hours
preserve (For then it works) the god himself were mor- Lysimachus? tal.
Heph. You did. I drew it from Nonarris' horrid spring;
Aler. What, theni, portend those bloody marks?
Heph. Your mercy flew too late: Perdiccas | Shall now be his, that serves me best in war: had,
Neither reply, but mark the charge I give, According to the dreadful charge you gave, And live as friends-sound, sound my armies hoAlready placed the prince in a lone court,
nour; Unarmed, all but his hands, on which he wore Health to their bodies, and eternal fame A pair of gauntlets; such was his desire, Wait on their memory, when those are ashes! To shew in death the difference betwixt
Live all ! you must, 'tis a god gives you life. The blood of the Æacides, and common men.
[Sound. Cly. At last the door of an old lion's den
(Lysimachus offers Clytus a Persian robe, Being drawn up, the horrid beast appeared :
which he refuses. The names, which from his eyes shot glooming Cly. O vanity! red,
Aler. Ha! what says Clytus ?
Who am I?
By all my kindred in the skies,
Jove made my mother pregnant. 'Tis for thy sake I go undaunted thus,
Cly. I have done. To be devoured this most dreadful creature.' [Here follows an entertainment of Indian singers Cly. Then walking forward, the large beast and dancers: The music flourishes.] descried
Aler. Hold, hold; Clytus, take the robe. His
prey, and with a roar, that made us pale, Cly. Sir, the wine, Flew fiercely on him;, but the active prince, The weather's hot; besides you know my buStarting aside, avoided his first shock, With a slight hurt, and as the lion turned,
Aler. O'tis not well: I'd burn rather than be
I'll drink or fight for sacred majesty
Aler. You will be excused;
Åler. By all my laurels, 'twas a godlike act, Cly. So was your father, sir—This to his meAnd 'tis my glory, as it shall be thine,
mory : That Alexander could not pardon thee.
Sound all the trumpets there. O my brave soldier, think not all the prayers Aler. They shall not sound Of the lamenting queens could move my soul Till the king drinks—By Mars, I cannot take Like what thou hast performed : Grow to my A moment's rest for all my years of blood, breast,
[Embraces him. But one or other will oppose my pleasure. Lys. However love did hurry my wild arm, Sure I was formed for war; When I was cool, my feverish blood did bate, All, all are Alexander's enemies; And as I went to death, I blest the king.
Which I could tame- -Yes, the rebellious world Aler. Lysimachus, we both have been trans- Should feel my wrath—But let the sports go on. ported,
[The Indians dance. But from this hour be certain of my heart; Lys. Nay, Clytus, you that could advise A lion be the impress of thy shield,
Åler. Forbear; And that golden armour, we from Porus won, Let him persist, be positive, and proud, The king presents thee: but retire to bed, Sullen and dazzled, amongst the noble souls, Thy toils ask rest.
Like an infernal spirit, that had stole Lys. I have no wounds to hinder,
From hell, and mingled with the laughing gods. Of any moment; or if I had, though mortal, Cly. When gods grow hot, where's the differI'd stand to Alexander's health, till all My veins were dry, and fill them up again 'Twixt them and devils? Fill me greek wine! yet With that rich blood, which makes the gods im- fuller, mortal.
For I want spirits. Aler. Hephestion, thy hand, embrace him Aler. Ha I let me hear a song. close;
Cly. Music for boys Clytus would bear the Though next my heart you hang, the jewel there, groans
scarce I know whether my queen be nearer, Of dying persons, and the horses' neighings ; na shalt not rob me of my glory, youth, Or, if I must be tortured with shrill voices Taust to ages flourish-Parisatis
Give me the cries of matrons in sacked Unds.
Heph. Lysimachus, the king looks sad; let us | I mounted, spite of showers of stones, bars, arawake him :
rows, Health to the son of Jupiter Ammon!
And all the lumber, which they thundered down,
When you beneath cried out, and spread your arms,
[Comes from his throne, all kiss his hand. All over with the blood of those bold hunters? Cly. I did not kiss the earth, nor must your Till spent with toil, I battled on my knees, hand,
Plucked forth the darts, that made my shield a I am unworthy, sir.
forest, Aler. I know thou art,
And hurled them back with most unconquered
Cly. 'Twas all bravado, for before you leaped,
To seek for succour? Age cannot be so base;
That thou wert young again! I would put off Heph. I think the sun himself ne'er saw a My majesty, to be more terrible, chief
That, like an eagle, I might strike this hare So truly great, so fortunately brave,
Trembling to earth; shake thee to dust, and tear As Alexander : not the famed Alcides,
Thy heart for this bold lye, thou feeble dotard! Nor fierce Achilles, who did twice destroy, Cly. What, do you pelt me, like a boy, with With their all-conquering arms, the famous Troy. apples? (He tosses fruit at him as they rise. Lys. Such was not Cyrus.
Kill me, and bury the disgrace I feel !
I know the reason that you use me so,
Alex. Away! your breath's too hot.
[Flings him from him.
Cly. You hate the benefactor, though you took
Cly. Forgive yourself for all your blasphemies,
Lys. Eumenes, let us force him hence.
Heph. You shall not tarry: Drag him to the Is then my glory coine to this at last,
To Philip, Attalus, Calisthenes;
Aler. Give me a javelin!
[Takes one from the guards.
At once I strike it through his heart and thine.
Lys. O sacred sir, have but a moment's paI was a woman too at Oxydrace,
tience! When planting at the walls a scaling ladder, Aler. Preach patience to another lion—what,