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Straight to the king they sacred reverence gave, The Indies, kept him revelling at Susa ; With solemn words, • o son of thundering Jove, But as I found, a deep repentance since Young Ammon, live for ever! then kissed the Turns his affections to the queen Statira, ground.

To whom he swore (before he could espouse ber) I laughed aloud, and scoffing, asked them why That he would never bed Roxana more. They kissed no harder ;-but the king leapt up, Fot. How did the Persian queen receive the And spurned me to the earth, with this reply:*Do thou!' whilst with his foot he prest my Of his revolt? neck,

Thess. With grief incredible: Till from my ears, my nose, and mouth, the Great Sysigambis wept, but the young queen blood

Fell dead among her maids; Gushed forth, and I lay foaming on the earth- Nor could their care For which I wish this dagger in his heart. "ith richest cordials, for an hour or more,

Cass. There spoke the spirit of Calisthenes! Recover life. Remember he's a man, his flesh as soft

Cass. Knowing how much she loved, And penetrable as a girl's: we have seen him hoped to turn her all into Medea; wounded,

For, when the first gust of her grief was past, A stone has struck him, yet no thunderbolt: I entered, and with breath prepared did blow A pebble felled this Jupiter along :

The dying sparks into a towering flame,
A sword has cut him, a javelin pierced him, Describing the new love he bears Roxana,
Water will drown him, fire burn him,

Conceiving, not unlikely, that the line
A surfeit, nay a fit of common sickness, Of dead Darius in her cause might rise.
Brings this immortal to the gate of death. Is any panther's, lioness's rage
Pol. Why should we more delay the glorious So furious, any torrent's falls so swift,

As a wronged woman's hate ? Thus far it helps Are your hearts firm?

To give him troubles; which perhaps may end Fhil. Hell cannot be more bent

him, To any ruin, than I to the king's.

And set the court in universal uproar. Thess. And I.

But see! it ripens more than I expected: Pol. Behold my hand; and if you cou't my The scene works up; kill him, or kill thyself; truth,

So there be mischief any way, 'tis well ; Tear up my breast, and lay my heart upon it. Now change the vizor, every one disperse, Cass. Join then, I worthy, hearty, noble And with a face of friendship meet the king. hands,

Fit instruments for such majestic souls !
Remember Hermolaus, and be hushed.

Pol. Still as the bosom of the desert night,
As fatal planets, or deep-plotting fiends.

Enter SYSIGAMBIS, STATIRA, PARISATIS, ALCass. To-day he comes from Babylon to Susa,

tendants. With proud Roxana. Ah! who's that look there !

Stat. Give me a knife, a draught of poison,

flames ! Enter the Ghost of King PHILIP, shaking a

Swell heart, break, break, thou stubborn thing! truncheon at them, walks over the Stoge.

Now, by the sacred fire, I'll not be held;

Why do ye wish my life, yet stifle me Cass. Now by the gods, or furies, which I ne'er for want of air? pray give me leave to walk, Believed, there's one of them arrived to Sys. Is there no reverence to my person due ?

Darius would have heard me; trust not rumour. What art thou ? glaring thing, speak! What, the Stat. No, he hates, spirit

He loaths the beauties, which he has enjoyedo Of our king Philip, or of Polyphemus ? O, he is false, that great, that glorious man Nay hurl thy truncheon, second it with thunder ; Is tyrant midst of his triumphant spoils, We will abide- -Thessals, saw you nothing? Is bravely false, to all the gods forsworn: Thess. Yes, and am more amazed than you Yet, who would think it! no, it cannot be,

It cannot --What, that dear protesting man! Phil. Țis said, that many prodigies were seen He, that has warmed my feet with thousand This morn, but pone so horrible as this,

sighs, Pol. What! can you fear? though the earth Then cooled them with his tears, died on my yawned so wide,

knees, That all the labours of the deep were seen, Outwept the morning with his dewy eyes, And Alexander stood on the other side, And groaned and swore the wandering stars away! I'd leap the burning ditch tỏ give him death, Sys. No, 'tis impossible, believe thy mother, Or sink myself for ever: Pray, to the business, That knows him well.

Cass. As I was saying, this Roxana, whom, Stat. Away, and let me die : To aggravate my hate to him, I love,

O'tis my fondness, and my easy nature, Meeting him as he came triumphant from That would excuse him ; but I know he's false,

shake us.

can be.


'Tis now the common talk, the news of the, I will have remedy, I will, I will, world,

Or go distracted ; madness may throw off False to Statira, false to her that loved him; The mighty load, and drown the flaming pasThat loved him, cruel victor as he was, And took him, bathed all o'er in Persian blood; Madam, draw near, with all that are in presence, Kissed the dear cruel wounds, and washed them and listen to the vow, which here I make. o'er

Sys. Take heed, my dear Statira, and conAnd o'er in tears- -then bound them with my

sider, hair,

What desperate love enforces you to swear, Laid him all night upon my panting bosom, Stat. Pardon me, for I have considered well; Lulled like a child, and hushed him with mysongs. And here I bid adieu to all mankind.

Par. If this be true, ah, who will ever trust Farewell, ye cozeners of the easy sex, A man again!

And thou the greatest, falsest, Alexander ! Stat. A man! a man! my Parisatis; Farewell, thou most beloved, thou faithless dear! Thus with thy hand held up, thus let me swear If I but mention him, the tears will fall; thee

Sure there is not a letter in his name, By the eternal body of the sun,

But is a charm to melt a woman's eyes. Whose body, o forgive the blasphemy,

Sys. Clear up thy griefs; thy king, thy AlexI loved not half so well as the least part

Of my dear precious faithless Alexander ; Comes on to Babylon:
For I will tell thee, and to warn thee of him, Stat. Why, let him come,
Not the spring's mouth, nor breath of jessamin, Joy of all eyes but the forlorn

Nor violet's infant-sweets, nor opening buds, Sys. Wilt thou not see him?
Are half so sweet as Alexander's breast ;

Stat. By heaven I never will,
From every pore of him a perfume falls, This is my vow, my secret resolution; (Knecls.
He kisses softer than a southern wind,

And when I break it Curls like a vine, and touches like a god.

Sys. Ah, do not ruin all! Sys. When will thy spirits rest, these transports Stat. May I again be flattered and deluded,

May sudden death, and horrid, come instead Stat. Will you not give me leave to warn my of what I wished, and take me unprepared ! sister?

Sys. Still kneel, and with the same breath As I was saying-but I told his sweetness ;

call again Then he will talk-good gods, how he will talk! The woeful imprecation thou hast made. Even when the joy he sighed for is possest, Stat. No, I will publish it through all the court, He speaks the kindest words, and looks such Then, in the bowers of great Semiramis, things,

Por ever lock my woes from human view. Vows with such passion, swears with so much Sys. Yet be persuaded. grace,

Stat. Never urge me more, That 'tis å kind of heaven to be deluded by him. Lest, driven to rage, I should my life abhor, Pur. But what was it, that you would have And in your presence put an end to all me swear ?

The fast calamities, that round me fall. Stat. Alas, I had forgot ! let me walk by Par. O angry heaven! what have the guiltless And weep awhile, and I shall soon remember.

Sys. Have patience, child, and give her liberty; And where shall wretched Parisatis run!
Passions, like seas, will have their ebbs and flows: Sys. Captives in war, our bodies we resigned;
Yet, while I see her thus, not all the losses But now made free, love does our spirits bind.
We have received, since Alexander's conquest, Stat. When to my purposed loneness I retire,
Can touch my hardened souls her sorrow reigns Your sight I through the grates shall oft desire,
Too fully there.

And after Alexander's health enquire.
Par. But what if she should kill herself ? And if this passion cannot be removed,

Stat. Roxana then enjoys my perjured love, Ask how my resolution he approved,
Roxana clasps my monarch in her arms :

How much he loves, how much he is beloved? Doats on my conqueror, my dear lord, my king, Thep, when I hear that all things please him Devours his lips, eats him with hungry kisses :

well, She grasps him all, she, the curst happy sbe!. Thank the good gods, and hide me in my cell. By heaven I cannot bear it, 'tis too much;

[Ereunt. 1'l die, or rid me of the burning torture.


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Like silk-worms we are hid in our own web, SCENE I.

But we shall burst at last through all the strings;

And, when time calls, come forth in a new form, Noise of trumpets sounding far off. The scene Not insects to be trod, but dragons winged.

draws, and discovers a battle of crows and ra- Thess. The face of all the court is strangely vens in the air ; an eagle and a dragon meet

altered : and fight; the eagle drops down with all the There's not a Persian I can meet, but stares rest of the birds, and the dragon flies away. As if he were distracted. Oxyartes, Soldiers walk off, shaking their heads. The Statira's uncle, openly declaimed conspirators come forward.

Against the perjury of Alexander. Cnss. He comes, the fatal glory of the world,

Phil. Others, more fearful, are removed to The headlong Alexander, with a guard

Susa, Of thronging crowns, comes on to Babylon, Dreading Roxana’s rage, who comes i'th' rear Though warned, in spite of all the powers above, To Babylon. Who, by these prodigies, foretel his ruin.

Cass. It glads my rising soul, Pol. Why all this noise, because a king must That we shall see him racked before he dies : die ?

I know he loves Statira more than life, Or does heaven fear, because he swayed the earth, And on a crowd of kings in triumph borne, His ghost will war with the high Thunderer ? Comes big with expectation to enjoy her. Curse on the babbling fates, that cannot see But when he hears the oaths, which she has ta. A great man tumble, but they must be talking!

ken, Cass. The spirit of king Philip, in those arms Her last adieu made public to the world, We saw him wear, passed groaning through the Her vowed divorce, how will remorse consume court,

him, His dreadful eye-balls rolled their horror up-Prey, like the bird of hell, upon his liver! wards;

Pol. To baulk his longing, and delude his lust, He waved his arms, and shook his wondrous head. Is more than death, 'tis earnest for damnation. I have heard, that, at the crowing of the cock,

Cass. Then comes Roxana, who must help our Lions will roar, and goblins steal away;

party; But this majestic air stalks stedfast on,

I know her, jealous, bloody, and ambitious. Spite of the morn, that calls him from the east, Sure 'twas the likeness of her heart to mine, Nor minds the opening of the ivory door. And sympathy of natures, caused me love her: Phil. 'Tis certain, there was never day like 'Tis fixed, I must enjoy her, and no way this.

So proper as to make her guilty first. Cass. Late as I musing walked behind the pa- Pol. To see two rival queens of different bulace,

I met a monstrous child, that with his hands With a variety of torments vex him!
Held to his face, which seemed all over eyes,
A silver bowl, and wept it full of blood;

Enter LYSIMACHUS, and HEPHESTION. But having spied me, like a cockatrice,

Cass. Of that anon : But see Lysimachus, He glared a while; then, with a shriek so shrill And the young favourite. Sort, sort yourselves, As all the winds had whistled from his mouth, And, like to other mercenary souls, He dashed me with the gore he held, and va- Adore this mortal god, that soon must bleed. nished.

Lys. Here I will wait the king's approach, and Pol. That, which befel me, though 'twas hor

stand rid, yet,

His utmost anger, if he do me wrong. When I consider it, appears ridiculous :

Heph. That cannot be, from power so absoFor as I passed through a bye, vacant place,

lute I met two women, very old and ugly,

And high as his. That wrung their hands, and howled and beat Lys. Well, you and I have done. their breasts,

Pol. How the court thickens ! And cried out, poison! When I asked the cause,

[Trumpets sound. They took me by the cars, and with strange Cass. Nothing to what it will-Does be not

force Held me to the earth, then laughed, and disap- To hear a thousand, thousand embassies, peared.

Which from all parts to Babylon are brought ; Cass. Ó how I love destruction with a method, As if the parliament of the world Which none discern, but those that weave the Had met, and he came on, a god, to give plot!

The infinite assembly glorious audience.


Who, while his priests and I quaffed sacred blood, Enter CLYTUS, ARISTANDER in his robes, with a Acknowledged me his son. My lightning thou, wand.

And thou, my mighty thunder. I have seen Arist. Haste, reverend Clytus, haste and stop Thy glittering sword out-fly celestial fire : the king!

And when I cried, “Begone and execute,' Cly. He is already entered: Then the press I've seen him run swifter than starting hinds, Of princes, that attend so thick about him, Nor bent the tender grass beneath his feet; Keep all, that would approach, at certain dis- Swifter than shadows fleeting o'er the fields ; tance.

Nay, even the winds, with all their stock of wings, Arist. Though he were hemmed with deities I'd Have puffed behind, as wanting breath to reach speak to him,

him. And turn him back from this highway to death. Lys. Bat if your majesty Cly. Here place yourself within this trumpet's Cly. Who would not lose sound.

The last dear drop of blood for such a king?' Lo the Chaldean priests appear; behold

Aler. Witness, ny elder brothers of the sky, The sacred fire, Nearchus and Eumenes,

How much I love a soldier !- O my Clytus, With their white wands, and dressed in eastern Was it not when we passed the Granicus, robes,

Thou didst preserve me from unequal force ? To soothe the king, who loves the Persian mode: 'Twas then, when Spithridates and Rhesaces, But see, the master of the world appears. Fell both upon me with two dreadful strokes,

And clove my tempered helmet quite in sunder, Enter ALEXANDER ; all kneel but CLYTUS.

Then I remember, then thou didst me service; Heph. O son of Jupiter, live for ever! I think my thunder split them to the navel. Aler. Rise all; and thou my second self, my Cly. To your great self you owe that victory, love,

And sure your arms did never gain a nobler. O my Hephestion, raise thee from the earth Aler. By Heaven, they never did; for well thou Up to my breast, and hide thee in my


know'st, Art thou grown cold? Why hang thine arms at And I am prouder to have passed that stream, distance

Than that I drove a million o'er the plain : Hug me, or, by Heaven, thou lov'st me not. Can none remember? Yes, I know all must, Heph. Not love, my lord! break not the heart | When glory, like the dazzling eagle, stood, you framed,

Perched on my beaver in the Granick flood; And moulded up to such an excellence, When Fortune's self my standard trembling bore, Then stamped on it your own immortal image. And the pale fates stood frighted on the shore, Not love the king? such is not woman's love; When the immortals on the billows rode, So fond a friendship, such a sacred flame, And I myself appeared the leading god. As I must doubt to find in breasts above.

Aris. But all the honours, which your youth Aler. Thou dost, thou lov'st me, crown of all my wars,

Are lost, unless you fly from Babylon; Thou dearer to me than my groves of laurel: Haste with your chiefs, to Susa take your way, I know thou lov'st thy Alexander more

Fly for your life, destructive is your stay: Than Clytus does the king. No tears, Hephestion; This morning having viewed the angry sky, I read thy passion in thy manly eyes,

And marked the prodigies, that threatened high, And glory in those planets of my life,

To our bright God I did for succour fly;: Above the rival lights, that shine in Heaven. But oh

Lys. I see, that death must wait me, yet I'll on. Aler. What fears thy reverend bosom shake ? Aler. I'll tell thee, friend,—and mark it, all ye Or dost thou from some dream of horror wake? princes,

If so, come grasp me with thy shaking hand, Though never mortal man arrived to such Or fall behind, while I the danger stand. A height as I, yet I would forfeit all,

Aris. To Orosmades' cave I did repair, Cast all my purples, and my conquered crowns,

Where I atoned the dreadful God with prayer: And die to save this darling of my soul.

But as I prayed I heard long groans within, Give me thy hand, share all my sceptres while And shrieks as of the damned, that howl for sin: I live; and, when my hour of fate is come, I knew the omen, and I feared to stay, I leave thee, what thou merit'st more than I, the But prostrate on the trembling pavement lay. world.

When he bodes happiness, he answers mild; Lys. Dread sir, I cast me at your royal feet. 'Twas so of old, and the great image smiled: Aler. What! my Lysimachus, whose veins are But now in abrupt thunder he replied, rich

Loud as rent rocks, or roaring seas, he cried, With our illustrious blood? My kinsman, rise ;- All empires, crowns, glory of Babylon, Is not that Clytus ?

Whose head stands wrapped in clouds, must Cly. Your old faithful soldier.

tumble down.' Alex. Come to my hands, thus double arm the Aler. If Babylon must fall, what is't to me? king:

Or can I help immutable decree? now, methinks, I stand like the dread God, Down tben, vast frame, with all thy lofty towers,

has won,


Since 'tis so ordered by almighty powers: Would the gods themselves, should they comPressed by the fates, unloose your golden bars,

mand. 'Tis great to fall, the envy of the stars.

Aler. You should, brave sir? hear me, and then


When by my order curst Calisthenes Mel. O horror!

Was, as a traitor, doomed to live in torments, Per. Dire portents !

Your pity sped him in despite of me. Aler. Out with them, then;

Think not I have forgot your insolence; What, are ye ghosts, ye empty shapes of men ? No, though I pardoned it, yet if again If so, the mysteries of hell unfold,

Thou darest to cross me with another crime, Be all the scrolls of destiny unrolled,

The bolts of fury shall be doubled on thee. Open the brazen leaves, and let it come; In the mean time think not of Parisatis; Point with a thunder-bolt your monarch's doom. For if thou dost, by Jupiter Ammon,

Per. As Meleager and myself in field, By my own head, and by king Philip's soul, Your Persian horse about the army wheeled, I'll not respect that blood of mine thou sharest, We heard a noise as of a rushing wind,

But use thee as the vilest Macedonian. And a thick storm the eye of day did blind : Lys, I doubted not at first but I should meet A croaking noise resounded through the air, Your indignation, yet my soul's resolved; We looked, and saw big ravens battling there; And I shall never quit so brave a prize, Each bird of night appeared himself a cloud, While I can draw a bow, or lift a sword. They met and fought, and their wounds rained Alex. Against my life! Ah! was it so? how black blood.

now? Mel. All, as for honour, did their lives expose; 'Tis said, that I am rash, of hasty humour; Their talons clashed, and beaks gavę mighty But I appeal to the immortal gods, blows,

If ever petty poor provincial lord Whilst dreadful sounds did our scared sense assail, Had temper like to mine: My slave, whom I As of small thunder, or huge Scythian hail. Could tread to clay, dares utter bloody threats ! Per. Our augurs shook, when, with a horrid Cly. Contain yourself, dread sir ; the noble groan,

prince, We thought that all the clouds had tumbled down. I see it in his countenance, would die Soldiers and chiefs,—who can the wonder tell! To justify his truth; but love makes many faults. Struck to the ground, promiscuously fell;

Lys. I meant his minion there should feel my While the dark birds, each ponderous as a shield, arm; For fifty furlongs hid the fatal field.

Love asks his blood, nor shall he live to laugh Aler. Be witness for me, all ye powers divine, At my destruction. be angry, 'tis no fault of mine;

Aler. Now be thy own judge; Therefore let furies face me with a band I pardon thee for my old Člytus' sake; From hell, my virtue shall not make a stand; But, if once more thou mention thy rash love, Though all the curtains of the sky be drawn, Or darest attempt Hephestion's precious life, And the stars wink, young Ammon shall go on :


pour such storms of indignation on thee, While my Statira shines, I cannot stay,

Philotus' rack, Calisthenes' disgrace,
Love lifts his torch to light me on my way, Shall be delight to what thou shalt endure.
And her

bright eyes create another day.
Lys. Ere you remove, be pleased, dread sir, to


Heph. My lord, the queen comes to congratu. A prince allied to you by blood.

late Aler. Speak quickly.

Your safe arrival. Lys. For all that I have done for



Aler. O thou the best of women,
I beg the princess Parisatis.

Source of my joy, blest parent of my love ! Aler. Ha!

Sys. Permit me kneel, and give those adoraIs not my word already past? Hephestion,

tions, I know he hates thee, but he shall not have her; Which from the Persian family are due: We'heard of this before-Lysimachus, Have you not raised us, from our ruins, high? I here command you nourish no design

And when no hand could help, nor any eye To prejudice my person in the man

Behold us with a tear, your's pitied ge; I love, and will prefer to all the world.

You, like a god, snatched us from sorrow's gulf, Lys. I never failed to obey your majesty, Fixed us in thrones above our former state. Whilst you commanded what was in my power; Par. Which, when a soul forgets, advanced se Nor could Hephestion fly more swift to serve,

nobly, When you commanded us to storm a town, May it be drowned in deeper misery! Or fetch a standard from the enemy:

Aler. To meet me thus, was generously done; But, when you charge me not to love the prin- But still there wants, to crown my happiness, cess,

Life of my empire, treasure of my soul, I must confess I disobey you, as I.

My dear Statira : 0 that heavenly beam,

If ye

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