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Heph. Your mercy few 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.
Aler. Ha! what says Clytus?
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 by 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 huStarting aside, avoided his first shock,
mour. 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;
Aler. 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 iny 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 adviseA lion be the impress of thy shield,
Aler. 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 bot, 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
For I want spirits. Aler. Hephestion, thy hand, embrace him Aler. Ha! let me hear a song. close;
Cly. Music for boys Clytus would hear the Though next my heart you hang, the jewel there, groans For scarce I know whether my queen be nearer, of dying persons, and the horses' neighings ; Thou shalt not rob me of my glory, youth, Or, if I must be tortured with shrill voices, That must to ages flourish-Parisatis
Give me the cries of matrons in sacked towns.
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, Every man take his goblet in his hand,
When you beneath cried out, and spread your arms, Kneel all, and kiss the earth with adoration. That I should leap among you, did I so? Aler. Sound, sound, that all the universe may Lys. Turn the discourse, my lord, the old man hear!
raved. That I could speak like Jove, to tell abroad Aler. Was I a woman, when, like Mercury, The kindness of my people-Rise, O rise, I left the walls to fly amongst my foes, My hands, my arms, my heart is ever yours. And, like a baited lion, dyed myself
[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 Thou enviest my great honour-Sit, my friends; fury. Nay, I must have room-Now let us talk
Cly. 'Twas all bravado, for before you leaped, Of war, for what more fits a soldier's mouth? You saw that I had burst the gates asunder. And speak, speak freely, or you do not love me, Aler. Did I then turn me, like a coward, round, Who, think you, was the bravest general
To seek for succour? Age cannot be so base; That ever led an army to the field?
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 ! Aler. O you flatter me.
I know the reason that you use me so, Cly. They do indeed, and yet you love them for it, Because I saved your life at Granicus; But hate old Clytus for his hardy virtue. And, when your back was turned, opposed my Come, shall I speak a man more brave than you, breast A better general, and a more expert soldier? To bold Rhesaces' sword; you hate me for it, Ales. I should be glad to learn ; instruct me, You do, proud prince. sir.
Alex. Away! your breath's too hot. Cly. Your father Philip—I have seen him
(Flings him from him. march,
Cly. You hate the benefactor, though you took And fought beneath his dreadful banner, where The gift
, your life, from this dishonoured Clytus; The stoutest at the table would have trembled : Which is the blackest, worst ingratitude. Nav, frown not, sir; you cannot look me dead. Aler. Go, leave the banquet : Thus far I forWhen Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug give thee.
Cly. Forgive yourself for all your blasphemies, The laboured battle sweat, and conquest bled. The riots of a most debauched and bloated life; Why should I fear to speak a truth more’noble Philotas' murderThen e'er your father, Jupiter Ammon, told you? Aler. Ha! What said the traitor? Philip fought men, but Alexander wonen. Lys. Eumenes, let us force him hence. Aler. Spite! by the gods, proud spite ! and Cly. Away! burning envy!
Heph. You shall not tarry: Drag him to the Is then my glory come to this at last,
door. To vanquish women? Nay, he said the stoutest Cly. No, let him send me, if I must be gone, here
To Philip, Attalus, Calisthenes; Would tremble at the dangers he had seen. To great Parmenio, to his slaughtered sons : In all the sickness and the wounds I bore, Parmenio, who did many brave exploits When from my reins the javelin head was cut, Without the king—the king, without him, nothing. Lysimachus, Hephestion, speak, Perdiccas, Aler. Give me a javelin! Did I e'er tremble? O the cursed liar !
[Takes one from the guards. Did I once shake or groan? or bear myself Heph. Hold, sir ! Beneath my majesty, my dauntless courage? Aler. Off, sirrah! lest Heph. Wine has transported him.
At once I strike it through his heart and thine. Aler. No, 'tis plain mere malice :
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,
Hold my arms? I shall be murdered here, Till I had seen what ruin did attend me:
*Lys. When men shall hear how highly you For there is treason plotting against my life,
were urgedAnd I shall perish ere they come to rescue. Alex. No, you have let me stain my rising virtue, Lys. and Heph. Let us all die, ere think so Which else had ended brighter than the sun. damned a deed.
[Kneel. Death, hell, and furies ! you have sunk my glory: Aler. Where is the traitor?
Oh, I am all a blot, which seas of tears, Cly. Sure there is none about you ;
And my heart's blood, can never wash away; But here stands honest Clytus, whom the king Yet 'tis but just I try, and on the point, Invited to his banquet.
Still reeking, hurl my black polluted breast. Aler. Begone and sup with Philip,
Heph. O sacred sir, that inust not be. Strikes him through. Eum. Forgive my pious hands. Parmenio, Attalus, Calisthenes;
Lys. And mine, that dare disarm my master. And let bold subjects learn, by thy sad fate, Alex. Yes, cruel men, ye now can shew your To tempt the patience of a man much above strength! them.
Here's not a slave but dares oppose my justice; Cly. The rage of wine is drowned in gushing Yet I will render all endeavours vain, blood :
That tend to save my life-Here I will lies Falls, O Alexander, I have been to blame;
Close to his bleeding side, thus kissing him; Hate me not after death, for I repent,
These pale dead lips, that have so oft advised me; That so I urged your noblest, sweetest nature. Thus bathing o'er his reverend face in tears; Alex. What's this I hear? say on, my dying Thus clasping his cold body in my arms, soldier.
Till death, like him, has made me stiff and horrid. Cly. I should have killed myself, had I but Heph. What shall we do? lived
Lys. I know not, my wounds bleed afresh To be once sober-Now I fall with honour, With striving with him : Perdiccas, lend us your My own hand would have brought foul death.
[Ennt Perdiccas, Lysimachus. ( pardon!
Dies. Heph. Call Aristander hither; Alex. Then I am lost; what has my vengeance Or Meleager, let us force him from the body.
done? Who is it thou hast slain? Clytus; what was he? Cries without---Arm! Arın! Treason, Treason! The faithfullest subject, worthiest counsellor,
Enter PERDICC AS bloody. Who for saving thy life, when
Per. Haste, all take arms! Jlephestion, where's Thou foughtst bare-headed at the river Granicus, the king? Has now a noble recompense for speaking rashly; Heph. There, by old Clytus' side, whom he has For a forgetfulness, which wine díd work,
slain. The poor, the honest Clytus thou hast slain. Per. Then misery on misery will fall, Are these the laws of hospitality?
Like rolling billows, to advance the storm. Thy friends will shun thee now, and stand at dis- Rise, sacred sir, and haste to aid the queen;. tance,
Roxana, filled with furious jealousy, Nor dare to speak their minds, nor eat with thee, Came with a guard of Zogdian slaves unmasked, Nor drink, lest by thy madness they die too. And broke upon me with such sudden rage,
Heph. Guards, take the body hence. That all are perished, who resistance made: Aler. Nonc dare to touch him,
I only with these wounds, through clashing spears, For we must never part. Cruel Hephestion Have forced my way, to give you timely notice. And Lysimachus, that had the power,
Aler. What says Perdiccas? Is the queen in And would not hold me!
danger? Lys. Dear sir, we did.
Per. She dies, unless you turn her fate, and Åler. I know it;
quickly : Ye held me like a beast, to let me go
Youé distance from the place asks more speed, With greater violence-Oh you have undone me! And the ascent to the flying grove is high. Excuse it not; you, that could stop a lion, Alex. Thus from my grave I rise to save my love, Could not turn me : You should have drawn your All draw your swords, with wings of lightning, move; swords,
When I rush on, sure none will dare to stay, And barred my rage with their advancing points; 'Tis beauty calls, and glory shews the way. Made reason glitter in my dazzled eyes,
Enter Roxana, with slaves and a dagger. STATIBA is discovered sleeping in the boaer of
Ror. At length we have conquered this stuSEMIRAMIS; the spirits of Queen Statira, ker
pendous height, Mother, and Darius, appear standing on each | These Aying groves, whose wonderful ascent side of her, with daggers, threatening her.- Leads to the clouds. They sing.
Stat. Then all the vision's true, [Retires. Dar. Is innocence so void of cares,
And I must die, lose my dear lord for ever: That it can undisturbed sleep,
That, that is the murderer. Amidst the noise of horrid wars,
Ror. Shut the brazen gate, That make immortal spirits weep?
And make it fast with all the massy bars. Stat. No boding crows, nor ravens come,
I know the king will fly to her reliet, To warn her of approaching doom.
But we have time enough—Where is my
rival? Dar. She walks, as she dreams, in a garden of Appear, Statira, now no more a queen; flowers,
Roxana calls; where is your majesty? And her hands are employed in the beautiful Stat. And what is she, who with such towerbouers;
ing pride, She dreams of the man that is far from the grove, Would awe a princess, that is born above her? And all her soft fancy still runs on her love. Ror. I like the port imperial beauty bears, Stat. She nods o'er the brooks, that run purling It shews thou hast a spirit fit to fall along,
A sacrifice to fierce Roxana's wrongs. And the nightingales lull her more fast with a Be sudden then, put forth these royal breasts, song.
Where our false master has so often languished, Dar. But see the sad end which the gods have That I may change their milky innocence decreed.
To blood, and dye me in a deep revenge. Stat. This poinard's thy fate.
Stat. No, barbarous woman, though I durst Dar. My daughter must bleed.
meet death Chorus. Awake then, Statira, awake, for alas As boldly as our lord, with a resolve, you must die;
At which thy coward heart would tremble; Eer an hour be past, you must breathe out your Yet I disdain to stand the fate you offer,
And therefore, fearless of thy dreadful threats, Dar. And be such another as I.
Walk thus regardless by thee. Stat. As I.
Ror. Ha! so stately!
Stat. No, Roxana, no:
The blow you give will strike me to the stars, Stat. Bless me, ye powers above, and guard But sink iny murderess in eternal ruin. my virtue!
Ror. Who told you this?
This death will crown me with immortal glory;
this hour should be my last, Ror. Preach on. And I must bleed-Away, 'tis all delusion! Stat. While you, the burden of the earth, Do I not wait for Alexander's coming ?
Fall to the deep, so heavy with thy guilt, None but my loving lord can enter here: That hell itself' must groan at thy reception; And will he kill me?-hence, fantastic shadows! While foulest fiends shun thy society, And yet methinks he should not stay thus long; And thou shalt walk alone, forsaken fury! Why do I tremble thus? If I but stir,
Ror. Heaven witness for me, I would spare The motion of my robes makes my heart leap,
thy life, When will the dear man come, that all my doubts If any thing bút Alexander's love Mav vanish in his breast? That I may hold him Were in debate; come, give me back his heart, Fast as my fears can make me; hug hin close And thou shalt live empress of all the world. As my fond soul can wish; give all iny breath Stat. The world is less than Alexander's love, In sighs and kisses; swoon, die away with rapture! Yet could I give it, 'tis not in my power ; But hark! I hear him
[ Noise within. This I dare promise, if you spare my life, Fain I would hide my blushes
Which I disdain to beg, he shall speak kindly. I hear his tread, but dare not go to meet him. Ror. Speak! is that all?
Stat. Perhaps at my request,
Stat. My cruel love, my weeping Alexander, Ror. A kiss! no more?
Would I had died before you entered here ! Stat. O gods !
For now I ask my heart an hundred questions; What shall I say to work her to my end? What! must I lose my life, my lord, for ever? Fain I would see him—Yes, a little more Aler. Ha! villains, are they mortal ?-what, Embrace you, and for ever be your friend.
retire ! Rox. Ở the provoking word! Your friend! Raise your dashed spirits from the earth, and say, thou diest :
Say she shall live, and I will make you kings. Your friend! What, must I bring you then toge- Give me this one, this poor, this only life, ther?
And I will pardon you for all the wounds, Adore your bed, and see you softly laid ? Which your arts widen, all diseases, deaths, By all my pangs, and labours of my love, Which your damned drugs throw through the This has thrown off all that was sweet and gentle. lingering world. Therefore
Ror. Rend not your temper; see a general Stat. Yet hold thy hand advanced in air ;
silence I see my death is written in thy eyes.
Confirms the bloody pleasure, which I sought; Therefore wreak all the lust of vengeance on me, She dies.Wash in my blood, and steep thee in my gore;
Aler. And darest thou, monster, 'think to Feed like a vulture, tear my bleeding heart.
escape? But, O Roxana! that there may appear
Stat. Life's on the wing,—my love, my lord, A glimpse of justice for thy cruelty,
Come to my arms, and take the last adieu. A grain of goodness for a mass of evil,
Here let me lie, and languish out my soul. Give me my death in Alexander's presence! Alex. Answer me, father, wilt thou take her Ror. Not for the rule of heaven-Are you so
from me? cunning?
What, is the black, sad hour at last arrived, What, you would have him mourn you as you fall? That I must never clasp her body more?
Take your farewell, and taste such healing kisses, Never more bask in her eye-shine again?
And shot me with a thousand thousand smiles ? I'll have thy body thrown into a well,
Stat. Farewel, my dear, my life, my most Buried beneath a heap of stones for ever.
I swear by Orosmades, 'tis more pleasure,
More satisfaction that I thus die yours, Slave. Madam, the king with all his captains Than to have lived another's–Grant me one and his guards
thing. Are forcing ope the doors, he threatens thousand Aler. All
, all,—but speak that I may execute deaths
Before I follow thee.
Before Heaven calls you ; spare Roxana's life. Ror. Then I inust haste.
(Stabs her. Twas love of you, that caused her give me death; Stat. What, is the king so near?
And, O! sometimes, amidst your revels, think And shall I die so tamely, thus defenceless? Of your poor queen, and ere the chearful bowl O ye gods, will you not help my weakness ? Salute your lips, crown it with one rich tear, Ror. They are afar off. Stabbing her. And I am happy.
(Dies. Stat. Alas! they are indeed.
Alex. Close not thy eyes ;
Things of import I have to speak before
And many other hundred thousand policies, Ror. Do, strike, behold my bosom swells to That much concern the government of heavenmeet thee;
O she is gone! the talking soul is mute ! 'Tis full of thine, of veins that run ambition, She's hushed, no voice of music now is heard ! And I can brave whatever fate you bring. The bower of beauty is more still than death; Aler. Call our physicians ! haste! I'll give an The roses fade, and the melodious bird, empire
That waked their sweets, has left them now for To save her—Oh my soul, alas Statira !
ever. These wounds-Oh gods, are these my promised Ror. 'Tis certain now you never shall enjoy joys !