say Then, mischief's in the bosom of you both. Cly. But must not have his life. Lys. Must not, old Clytus? Cly. Mad Lysimachus, you must not. He dallied with my point, and when I thrust, Lys. There, take thy sword, and since thou art For death, thou hast the noblest from my hand. Cly. Stay thee, Lysimachus; Hephestion, hold; 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 arm, That first advances, moves against the gods, Against the wrath of Clytus, and the will Of our great king, whose deputy I stand." Lys. Well, I shall take another time. Heph. And I. Cly. "Tis false. Another time, what time? what foolish hour? What big ambition blows this dangerous fire? When my blood boiled, and nature worked me high, Clytus ne'er bowed his body to such shame : The brave will scorn the cobweb arts- -The souls Of all that whining, smiling, cozening sex, Lys. I confess our vengeance was ill-timed. Cly. Death! I had rather this right arm were lost, To which I owe my glory, than our king Heph. I was to blame. When our hot master, that would tire the world, Shall we begin disorders, make new broils? We, that have temper learnt, shall we awake Hushed Mars, the lion that had left to roar? Lys. 'Tis true; old Clytus is an oracle. Heph. Why is it then we love? Why, is not Alexander grown example? 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 Two wives he takes, two rival queens disturb 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 Who I was talking to. See Sysigambis comes, Enter SYSIGAMBIS, PARISATIS. Par. Did not you love my father? Yes, I see You did; his very name but mentioned brings The tears, howe'er unwilling, to your eyes. I loved him too; he would not thus have forced My trembling heart, which your commands may break, strong; Judge my distresses, and my temper prize, Disdain not me, who ask your royal leave That circles in our bodies, can deserve: Therefore I take all helps, much more the king's, And what your majesty vouchsafed to give; Your word is past, where all my hopes must hang. Lys. There perish too-all words want sense in love; 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 Sys. I grieve, And fear the boldness, which your love inspires; But lest her sight should haste your enterprize, "Tis just I take the object from your eyes. [Exeunt SYS. and PAR. Lys. She's gone, and see, the day, as if her look Had kindled it, is lost, now she is vanished. Heph. A sudden gloominess and horror come About me. 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, A mad Chaldean, in the dead of night, Papers-with what contents? Phil. From Macedon A trusty slave arrived -great Antipater Writes, that your mother laboured with you long, Who in my room must govern Macedon; A mal-content, on whom I lately wrought, Cass. So, when I mocked the Persians, that adored him, He struck me in the face, and by the hair But lo, where Polyperchon comes: now fire him Enter POLYPERCHON. Pol. Sure I have found those friends, dare se- I hear fresh murmurs as I pass along: Cass. All nations bow their heads with ho- And kiss the feet of this exalted man: Your cheeks, and with a crack so loud It drowns the voice of Heaven; like dogs ye fawn, The earth's commanders fawn, and follow him; Pol. I echo him? I fawn, or fall, like a far eastern slave, To haunt some cloister with my senseless walk, 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 I had rather thou hadst Aristander been, Cass. So dismal? peace! It is unutterable: let me stand, And think upon the tragedy you saw; By Mars it comes! ay! now the rack's set for Pol. Now, by the soul of royal Philip fled, Cass. Oh, Polyperchon, Philip, Thessalus, Did not your eyes rain blood, your spirits burst, To see your noble fellow-soldier burn, Yet without trembling, or a tear, endure The torments of the damned? O barbarians, Could you stand by, and yet refuse to suffer? Ye saw him bruised, torn, to the bones made bare; His veins wide lanced, and the poor quivering flesh With pincers from his manly bosom ript, Cass. Asses! fools! but asses will bray, and Why stood ye then like statues? there's the 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 And lick his feet? Boys hoot me from the pa- They largely drank; then, turning eastward, fell lace, VOL. I. Flat on the pavement, and adored the sun. T 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, The Indies, kept him revelling at Susa; news Of his revolt! Thess. With grief incredible: Great Sysigambis wept, but the young queen Fell dead among her maids; Till from my ears, my nose, and mouth, the Cass. There spoke the spirit of Calisthenes! And penetrable as a girl's: we have seen him A stone has struck him, yet no thunderbolt : Pol. Why should we more delay the glorious Are your hearts firm? Phil. Hell cannot be more bent To any ruin, than I to the king's. Thess. And I. Pol. Behold my hand; and if you doubt my truth, Tear up my breast, and lay my heart upon it. Cass. Join then, O worthy, hearty, noble hands, Fit instruments for such majestic souls! Pol. Still as the bosom of the desert night, Ah! who's that?-look there! Enter the Ghost of King PHILIP, shaking a truncheon at them, walks over the Stage. Cass. Now by the gods, or furies, which I ne'er Believed, there's one of them arrived to shake us. What art thou? glaring thing, speak! What, the spirit Of our king Philip, or of Polyphemus? Phil. "Tis said, that many prodigies were seen This morn, but none so horrible as this. Pol. What! can you fear? though the earth That all the labours of the deep were seen, With richest cordials, for an hour or more, Cass. Knowing how much she loved, So furious, any torrent's falls so swift, And set the court in universal uproar. SCENE III. [Exeunt. Enter SYSIGAMBIS, STATIRA, Parisatis, Attendants. Stat. Give me a knife, a draught of poison, flames! Swell heart, break, break, thou stubborn thing! Sys. Is there no reverence to my person due? Darius would have heard me; trust not rumour. Stat. No, he hates, He loaths the beauties, which he has enjoyed. Then cooled them with his tears, died on my knees, Outwept the morning with his dewy eyes, Stat. Away, and let me die : O'tis my fondness, and my easy nature, LEE.] throw off madness may 'Tis now the common talk, the news of the, I will have remedy, I will, I will, Or go distracted; The mighty load, and drown the flaming pas world, False to Statira, false to her that loved him; And o'er in tears—then bound them with my hair, Laid him all night upon my panting bosom, Stat. A man! à man! my Parisatis; Thus with thy hand held up, thus let me swear thee By the eternal body of the sun, Sys. When will thy spirits rest, these transports Stat. Will you not give me leave to warn my As I was saying-but I told his sweetness; Vows with such passion, swears with so much grace, That 'tis a kind of heaven to be deluded by him. Par. But what was it, that you would have me swear? Stat. Alas, I had forgot! let me walk by And weep awhile, and I shall soon remember. Sys. Have.patience, child, and give her liberty; Passions, like seas, will have their ebbs and flows: Yet, while I see her thus, not all the losses We have received, since Alexander's conquest, Can touch my hardened soul; her sorrow reigns Too fully there. Par. But what if she should kill herself? Stat. Roxana then enjoys my perjured love, Roxana clasps my monarch in her arms: Doats on my conqueror, my dear lord, my king, Devours his lips, eats him with hungry kisses: She grasps him all, she, the curst happy she! By heaven I cannot bear it, 'tis too much; I'll die, or rid me of the burning torture. sion. Madam, draw near, with all that are in presence, Sys. Take heed, my dear Statira, and con- What desperate love enforces you to swear. Stat. Pardon me, for I have considered well; eyes. Sys. Clear up thy griefs; thy king, thy Alexander, Comes on to Babylon. Stat. Why, let him come, Joy of all eyes but the forlorn Statira's. Stat. By heaven I never will, This is my vow, my secret resolution; [Kneels. Sys. Ah, do not ruin all! Stat. May I again be flattered and deluded, nstead May sudden death, and horrid, com Of what I wished, and take me unprepared! Sys. Still kneel, and with the same breath call again The woeful imprecation thou hast made. Stat. No, I will publish it through all the court, Sys. Yet be persuaded. Stat. Never urge me more, Par. O angry heaven! what have the guiltless And where shall wretched Parisatis run! Sys. Captives in war, our bodies we resigned; But now made free, love does our spirits bind. Stat. When to my purposed loneness I retire, Your sight I through the grates shall oft desire, And after Alexander's health enquire. And if this passion cannot be removed, Ask how my resolution he approved, How much he loves, how much he is beloved? Then, when I hear that all things please him well, Thank the good gods, and hide me in my cell. [Exeunt |