Car. Then Rome shall know The man, that makes her spring of glory grow. Suet. Petillius, you have shewn much worth this day, Redeemed much error; you have my love again; Preserve it. Junius, with you I make him Equal in the regiment. Jun. The elder and the nobler; I will give place, sir. Suet. You shew a friend's soul. March on, and through the camp, in every tongue, The virtues of great Caratach be sung! [Exeunt. SCENE I. ACT I. Heph. Coward. flesh! O feeble arm! He dallied with my point, and when I thrust, He frowned and smiled, and foiled me like a fencer. O reverend Clytus, father of the war, Most famous guard of Alexander's life, Take pity on my youth, and lend a sword: Lysimachus is brave, and will but scorn me; Kill me, or let me fight with him again. Lys. There, take thy sword, and since thou art resolved For death, thou hast the noblest from my hand Cly. Stay thee, Lysimachus; Hephestion, hold; | Two wives he takes, two rival queens disturb I bar you both, my body interposed. Now let me see, which of you dares to strike! By Jove, ye have stirred the old man; that rash Of all that whining, smiling, cozening sex, To which I owe my glory, than our king Heph. I was to blame. Cly. This memorable day, When our hot master, that would tire the world, Heph. Why is it then we love? crown; Nor could the gods defend their images, Which with the gaudy coach lay overturned: 'Twas not the shaft of love, that did the feat; Cupid had nothing there to do; but now The court; and while each hand does beauty hold, Where is there room for glory? Heph. In his heart. Cly. Well said. You are his favourite, and I had forgot Now make your claim, while I attend the king. ]Exit. Enter SYSIGAMBIS, PARISATIS. Par. Did not you love my father? Yes, I see You did; his very name but mentioned brings The tears, however unwilling, to your eyes. I loved him too; he would not thus have forced My trembling heart, which your commands may break, But never bend. Sys. Forbear thy lost complaints; Urge not a suit, which I can never grant. Behold the royal signet of the king, Therefore resolve to be Hephestion's wife, Par. No! since Lysimachus has won my heart, My body shall be ashes, e'er another's. Sys. For sixty rolling years who ever stood An humbler fate than yours, see at your feet Heph. A blessing, like possession of the prin cess, No services, not crowns, nor all the blood, But love and I bring such a perfect passion, Heph. Such arrogance, should Alexander woo, Would lose him all the conquests he has won. Lys. Let not a conquest once be named by you, Who this dispute must to my mercy owe. Sys. Rise, brave Lysimachus, Hephestion, rise : 'Tis true Hephestion first declared his love; And 'tis as true, I promised him my aid; Your glorious king turned mighty advocate. How noble, therefore, were the victory, If we could vanquish this disordered love? Heph. It will never be. Lys. No, I will yet love on, And hear from Alexander's mouth, in what Hephestion merits more than I. Sus. I grieve, And fear the boldness, which your love inspires; Lys. Let's away to meet the king; You know my suit. Heph. Yonder Cassander comes, He may inform us. Lys. No, I would avoid him; There's something in that busy face of his, Heph. Where and what you please. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter CASSANder. Cass. The morning rises black, the lowering sun, As if the dreadful business he foreknew, Drives heavily his sable chariot on : The face of day now blushes scarlet deep, As if it feared the stroke which I intend, Like that of Jupiter-Lightning and thunder! The lords above are angry, and talk big, Or rather walk the mighty cirque like mourners Clad in long clouds, the robes of thickest night, And seem to groan for Alexander's fall. 'Tis as Cassander's soul could wish it were, Which, whensoe'er it flies at lofty mischief, Would startle fate, and make all heaven concerned. A mad Chaldean, in the dead of night, Came to my bed-side with a flaming torch; And bellowing o'er me, like a spirit damned, He cried, Well had it been for Babylon, 'If cursed Cassander never had been born.' Enter THESSALUS, and PHILIP, with letters. Thess. My lord Cassander. Cass. Ha! who's there? Cass. Welcome dear Thessalus, and brother Papers with what contents? A trusty slave arrived great Antipater comes, Who in my room must govern Macedon; | | Thess. The haughty Polyperchon comes this way, A mal-content, on whom I lately wrought, Cass. So, when I mocked the Persians, that He struck me in the face, and by the hair But lo, where Polyperchon comes! now fire him Pol. Sure I have found those friends, dare se- I hear fresh murmurs as I pass along: Cass. All nations bow their heads with homage I fawn, or fall, like a far eastern slave, Thess. The king shall slay me, cut me up alive, Ply me with fire and scourges, rack me worse Than once he did Philotas, e'er I bow. Cass. Curse on thy tongue for mentioning Phi- I had rather thou hadst Aristander been, Cass. So dismal! Peace! It is unutterable : let me stand, Is straight disrobed, a napkin ties his head, Pol. Now, by the soul of royal Philip fled, Cass. Oh, Polyperchon, Philip, Thessalus, With pincers from his manly bosom ript, Cass. Asses! fools! but asses will bray, and fools be angry. ye Why stood then like statues? there's the case, man. Phil. Wretched Philotas! bloody Alexander! Thess. Soon after him the great Parmenio fell, Stabbed in his orchard by the tyrant's doom. But where's the need to mention public loss, When each receives particular disgrace? Pol. Late I remember, to a banquet called, After Alcides' goblet swift had gone The giddy round, and wine had made me bold, Stirring the spirits up to talk with kings, I saw Craterus with Hephestion enter In Persian robes; to Alexander's health They largely drank ; then, turning castward, fell Flat on the pavement, and adored the sun. Straight to the king they sacred reverence gave, With solemn words, O son of thundering Jove, Young Ammon, live for ever;' then kissed the ground. I laughed aloud, and, scoffing, asked them, why They kissed no harder ;- -but the king leapt up, And spurned me to the earth with this reply: 'Do thou !'-whilst with his foot he prest my neck, Till from my ears, my nose, and mouth, the blood Gushed forth, and I lay foaming on the earthFor which I wish this dagger in his heart. Cass. There spoke the spirit of Calisthenes; A stone has struck him, yet no thunderbolt: A sword has cut him, a javelin pierced him, yawned so wide, That all the labours of the deep were seen, Cass. As I was saying, this Roxana, whom, news Of his revolt? Thess. With grief incredible! With richest cordials, for an hour or more, Cass. Knowing how much she loved, I hoped to turn her all into Medea; |