Alex. Was I a woman, when, like Mercury, All over with the blood of those bold hunters; And hurled them back with most unconquered Cly. 'Twas all bravado, for before you leaped, You saw that I had burst the gates asunder. Alex. Did I then turn me, like a coward, round, To seek for succour? Age cannot be so hase; That, like an eagle, I might strike this hare apples? [He tosses fruit at him as they rise. And, when your back was turned, opposed my To bold Rhesaces' sword; you hate me for it, Alex. Away! your breath's too hot. The gift, your life, from this dishonoured Clytus; " Cly. Forgive yourself for all your blasphemies, Alex. Ha! What said the traitor? Heph. You shall not tarry: Drag him to the door. Cly. No, let him send me, if I must be gone, To great Parmenio, to his slaughtered sons; Alex. Give me a javelin! Heph. Hold, sir! Cly. Sure there is none about you; Alex. Begone, and sup with Philip, [Strikes him through. Parmenio, Attalus, Calisthenes! And let bold subjects learn, by thy sad fate, Cly. The rage of wine is drowned in gushing O Alexander, I have been to blame; Cly, I should have killed myself, had I but To be once sober-Now I fall with honour, Who is it thou hast slain? Clytus; what was he? Thy friends will shun thee now, and stand at dis- Nor dare to speak their minds, nor eat with thee, Lys. Dear sir, we did. Ye held me like a beast, to let me go. And barred my rage with their advancing points; Takes one from the guards. Made reason glitter in my dazzled eyes, At once I strike it through his heart and thine. Aler. Preach patience to another lion!-What, Alex. No, you have let me stain my rising Which else had ended brighter than the sun. Still reeking, hurl my black polluted breast. Lys. And mine, that dare disarm my master. Alex. Yes, cruel men, ye now can shew your strength! Here's not a slave but dares oppose my justice; Lys. I know not, my wounds bleed afresh With striving with him: Perdiccas, lend us your arm. [Exeunt PERDICCAS, LYSIMACHUS. Heph. Call Aristander hither, Or Meleager; let us force him from the body. [Cries without-Arm! Arm! Treason, Treason! Enter PERDICCAS bloody. Per. Haste, all take arms! Hephestion, where's the king? Per. Then misery on misery will fall, Like rolling billows, to advance the storm. Rise, sacred sir, and haste to aid the queen; Roxana, filled with furious jealousy, Came with a guard of Zogdian slaves unmasked, And broke upon me with such sudden rage, That all are perished, who resistance made: I only with these wounds, through clashing spears, Have forced my way, to give you timely notice. Alex. What says Perdiceas? Is the queen in danger? Per. She dies, unless you turn her fate, and quickly: Your distance from the palace asks more speed, And the ascent to the flying grove is high. Alex. Thus from the grave I rise to save my love! Compton 1933 Ellen Roy Turner Perfection SCENE I. ACT V. STATIRA is discovered sleeping in the bower of SEMIRAMIS; the spirits of Queen Statirá, her Mother, and DARIUS, appear standing on each side of her, with daggers, threatening her. They sing. Dar. Is innocence so void of cares, Amidst the noise of horrid wars, ? That make immortal spirits weep Dar. She walks, as she dreams, in a garden of flowers, And her hands are employed in the beautiful bowers; She dreams of the man that is far from the grove, And all her soft fancy stills runs on her love. Stat. She nods o'er the brooks, that run purling along, And the nightingales lull her more fast with a song. Dar. But see the sad end which the gods have decreed. Stat. This poniard's thy fate. Chorus. Awake then, Statira, awake, for alas you must die; Ere an hour be past, you must breathe out your last. Dar. And be such another as I. Stat. As I. Chorus. And be such another as I. [Exeunt, STATIRA sola. Stat. Bless me, ye powers above, and guard I saw, nor was't a dream, I saw and heard I heard their heavenly voices: Where, O where The motion of my robes makes my heart leap. Fain I would hide my blushes I hear his tread, but dare not go to meet him. Enter ROXANA, with slaves and a dagger. These flying groves, whose wonderful ascent [Retires. | Adore your bed, and see you softly laid? Stat. Then all the vision's true, Ror. Shut the brazen gate, And make it fast with all the massy bars. But we have time enough.-Where is my rival? Stat. And what is she, who with such towering pride, Would awe a princess, that is born above her ? Stat. No, barbarous woman, though I durst meet death As boldly as our lord, with a resolve, At which thy coward heart would tremble; Stat. No, Roxana, no : The blow you give will strike me to the stars, Stat. A thousand spirits tell me : Stat. While you, the burden of the earth, Ror. Heaven witness for me, I would spare If any thing but Alexander's love Were in debate; come, give me back his heart, And thou shalt live empress of all the world. Stat. The world is less than Alexander's love, Yet could I give it, 'tis not in my power. This I dare promise, if you spare my life, Which I disdain to beg, he shall speak kindly. Ror. Speak! is that all? Stat. Perhaps, at my request, And for a gift so noble as my life, Bestow a kiss. Ror. A kiss! no more? Stat. O gods! What shall I say to work her to my end? thou diest: Your friend! What, must I bring you then together? By all my pangs, and labours of my love, Stat. Yet hold thy hand advanced in air! What, you would have him mourn you as you fall, Take your farewell, and taste such healing kisses, As might call back your soul? No, thou shalt fall. Now, and when death has seized thy beauteous limbs, I'll have thy body thrown into a well, Stat. My cruel love, my weeping Alexander, Raise your dashed spirits from the earth, and say, Which your damned drugs throw through the lingering world. Ror. Rend not your temper; see a general silence Confirms the bloody pleasure, which. I sought; She dies. Aler. And darest thou, monster, think to escape? Stat. Life's on the wing,-my love, my lord, Come to my arms, and take the last adieu! He let me lie, and languish out my soul. Alex. Answer me, father, wilt thou take her from me? What, is the black, sad hour at last arrived, And shot me with a thousand thousand smiles? Stat. Farewel, my dear, my life, my most loved lord! I swear by Orosmades 'tis more pleasure, Alex. All, all, but speak, that I may execute Before I follow thee.. Stat. Leave not the earth Before Heaven calls you; spare Roxana's life; 'Twas love of you, that caused her give me death. And, O! sometimes, amidst your revels, think Of your poor queen, and ere the chearful bowl Salute your lips, crown it with one rich tear, And I am happy. [Dies. Alex. Close not thy eyes! To give them an account of life and death, That waked their sweets, has left them now for Alex. O thou hast touched my soul so tenderly, That I will raise thee, though thy hands are ruin. Rise, cruel woman, rise, and have a care, O do not hurt that unborn innocence, For whose dear sake I now forgive thee all. But haste, begone! fly, fly from these sad eyes, Fly with thy pardon, lest I call it back; Though I forgive thee, I must hate thee ever. Ror. I go, I fly for ever from thy sight. My mortal injuries have turned my mind, And I could curse myself for being kind. If there be any majesty above, That has revenge in store for perjured love, Send, Heaven, the swiftest ruin on his head; Strike the destroyer, lay the victor dead; Kill the triumpher, and avenge my wrong, In height of pomp, while he is warm and Unhappy youth!-But he sleeps happy, Will stretch my lids with vast, eternal tears- Aler. Fly, Meleager, hang him on a cross! But here lies my fate; Hephestion, Clytus, O when shall I be mad? Give order to The army, that they break their shields, swords, spears, Pound their bright armour into dust; away! Draw dry the Ganges, make the Indies poor; A bolt of ice runs hissing through my bowels: Perd. Heaven bless the king! I am all hell; I burn, I burn again! Alex. Ha, ha, ha! I shall die with laughter. Parmenio, Clytus, dost thou see yon fellow, That ragged soldier, that poor tattered Greek? See how he puts to flight the gaudy Persians, With nothing but a rusty helmet on, throu which The grizzly bristles of his pushing beard |