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Therefore Roxana may have leave to hope Kill the triumpher, and arenge iny wrong, You will at last be kind, for all my sufferings, In height of pomp, while he is warm and My torments, racks, for this last dreadful murder,
young; Which furious love of thee did bring upon me. Bolted with thunder let him rush along, Aler. O thou vile creature ! bear thee from And when in the last pangs of life he lies, my sight,
Grant I may stand to dart him with my eyes : And thank Statira, that thou art alive:
Nay, after death, Else thou hadst perished; yes, I would have rent, Pursue his spotted ghost, and shoot him as he flies ! With my just hands, that rock, that marble heart;
[Erit. I would have dived through seas of blood to Aler. O my fair star, I shall be shortly with find it,
thee; To tear the cruel quarry from its center. For I already feel the sad effects Ror. O take me to your arms, and hide my Of those most fatal imprecations. blushes !
What means this deadly dew upon my forehead? I love you spite of all your cruelties;
My heart too heaves. There is so much divinity about you,
Cass. It will anon be still
Aside. I tremble to approach : yet here's my hold, The poison works. Nor will I leave the sacred robe, for such
Pol. P'll see the wished effect [Aside. Is every thing, that touches that blest body: Ere I remove, and gorge me with revenge. I'll kiss it as the relic of a god, And love shall grasp it with these dying hands.
Enter PERDICCAs and LYSIMACHUS. Aler. O that thou wert a man, that I might Per. I beg your majesty will pardon me, drive
A fatal messenger; Thee round the world, and scatter thy contagion, Great Sysigambis, hearing Statira's death, As gods hurl mortal plagues, when they are angry! Is now no more; Ror. Do, drive me, hew me into smallest Her last words gave the princess to the brave pieces,
Lysimachus: but that, which most will strike you, My dust shall be inspired with a new fondness"; Your dear Hephestion, having drank too largely sull the love-motes shall play before your eyes, At your last feast, is of a surfeit dead. Where'er you go, however you despise.
Åler. How! dead ? Hephestion dead ? alas the Aler. Away! there's not a glance that fies dear from thee,
Unhappy youth !-But he sleeps happy,
Will stretch my lids with vast, eternal tearsLook not so dreadful on your kneeling servant; Who had the care of poor Hephestion's life? But take, dear sir, () take me into grace,
Lys. Philarda, the Arabian artist. By the dear babe, the burden of my womb, Åler. Fly, Meleager, hang him on a cross ! That weighs me down, when I'would follow That for Hephestionfaster!
But here lies my fate; Hephestion, Clytus, My knees are weary, and my force is spent: All my victories for ever folded up : o'do not frown, but clear thy angry brow! In this dear body my banner's lost, Your eyes will blast me, and your words are bolts, My standard's triumphs gone! That strike me dead; the little wretch I bear, (when shall I be mad? Give order to Leaps frighted at your wrath, and dies within The army, that they break their shields, swords, me.
spears, Aler. O thou hast touched my soul so tenderly, Pound their bright armour into dust; away! That I will raise thee, though thy hands are Is there not cause to put the world in mourning? ruin.
Tear all your robes :-he dies, that is not naked Rice, cruel woman, rise, and have a care, Down to the waste, all like the sons of sorrow, O do not hurt that unborn innocence,
Burn all the spires, that seem to kiss the sky; For whose dear sake I now forgive thee all. Beat down the battlements of every city :, But haste, begone! Ay, fly from these sad eyes, And for the monument of this loved creature, Flv with thy pardon, lest I call it back ; Root up those bowers, and pave them all with Though I forgive thee, I must hate thee ever.
gold: Ro. I go, I fly for ever from thy sight. Draw dry the Ganges, make the Indies poor; My mortal injuries have turned my mind, To build her tomb, no shrines nor altars spare, And I could curse myself for being kind. But strip the shining gods to make it rare. (Erit. If there be any majesty above,
Cass. Ha! whither now? follow him, PolyperThat has revenge in store for perjured love,
Erit Pol. Send, Heaven, the swiftest ruin on his head; I find Cassander's plot grows full of death; Strike the destroyer, lay the victor dead; Murder is playing her great master-piece, VOL. I.
And the sad sisters sweat, so fast I urge them. 'Tis sure the arm of death : give me a chair; O how I hug myself for this revenge!
Cover me, for I freeze, and my teeth chatter, My fancy's great in mischief; for methinks And my knees knock together. The night grows darker, and the labouring ghosts, Perd. Heaven bless the king ! For fear that I should find new torments out, Aler. Ha! who talks of heaven? Run o'er the old with most prodigious swiftness. I am all hell; I burn, I burn again! I see the fatal fruit betwixt the teeth,
The war grows wondrous hot; hey for the Tiger! The sieve brim full, and the swift stone stand still. Bear me, Bucephalus, amongst the billows :
O 'tis a noble heast; I would not change him Enter POLYPERCHON.
For the best horse the Sun has in his stable : What, does it work?
For they are hot, their mangers full of coals, Pol. Speak softly.
Their manes are flakes of lightning, curls of fire, Cass. Well.
And their red tails, like meteors, whisk about. Pol. It does;
Lys. Help all, Eumenes, help! I cannot hold I followed him, and saw him swiftly walk
him! Toward the palace; oftimes looking back,
Aler. Ha, ha, ha! I shall die with laughter. With watry eyes, and calling out Statira. Parmenio, Clytus, dost thou see yon fellow, He stumbled at the gate, and fell along; That ragged soldier, that poor tattered Greek? Nor was he raised with ease by his attendants, See how he puts to flight the gaudy Persians, But seemed a greater load than ordinary, With nothing but a rusty helmet on, through As much more as the dead outweigh the living.
which Cass. Said he nothing?
The grizly bristles of his pushing beard Pol. When they took him up,
Drive them like pikes
-Ha, ha, ha! He sighed, and entered with a strange wild look, Perd. How wild he talks ! Embraced the princes round, and said he must Lys. Yet warring in his wildness. Dispatch the business of the world in haste. Åler. Sound, sound, keep your ranks close; ay,
now they come : Enter Pullip and THESSALUS.
O the brave din, the noble clank of arms ! Phil. Back, back, all scatter-With a dreadful Charge, charge apace, and let the phalanx move : shout
Darius comes ha! let me in, none dare I heard him cry, 'I am but a dead man ! To cross my fury.-Philotas is unhorsed ;-Ay, Thess. The poison tears him with that height 'tis Darius; of horror,
I see, I know him by the sparkling plumes, That I could pity him.
And his gold chariot, drawn by ten white horses: Pol. Peace where shall we meet? But, like a tempest, thus I pour upon himCass. On Saturn's field.
He bleeds ! with that last blow I brought him Methinks I see the frighted deities,
down; Ramming more bolts in their big-bellied clouds, He tumbles! take him, snatch the imperial crown. And firing all the heavens to drown his noise. They Aly, they fly !---follow, follow ! VictoNow we should laughBut go, disperse your
ria! Victoria! selves,
Victoria O let me sleep. While each soul here, that fills his noble vessel, Perd. Let's raise him softly, and bear him to Swells with the murder, works with ruin o'er;
his bed: And from the dreadful deed this glory draws, Aler. Hold, the least motion gives me sudden We killed the greatest man, that ever was.
My vital spirits are quite parched up,
And all my smoky entrails turned to ashes.
Lys. When you, the brightest star that ever Enter ALEXANDER and all his Attendants.
shone, Alex. Search there, nay, probe me, search my Shall set; it must be night with us for ever. wounded reins !
Aler. Let me embrace you all before I die : Pull, draw it out!
Wecp not, my dear companions; the good gods Lys. We have searched, but find no hurt. Shall send you, in my stead, a nobler prince,
Aler. 0 I am shot, a forked burning arrow One that shall lead you forth with matchless conSticks cross my shoulders: the sad venom flies,
duct. Like lightning, through my flesh, my blood, my Lys. Break not our hearts with such unkind
expressions. Lys. This must be treason.
Perd. We will not part with you, nor change Perd. Would I could but guess!
for Mars. Ales. Ha! what a change of torments I en- Alex, Perdiccas, take this ring, dure!
And see me laid in the temple of Jupiter AmA bolt of ice runs hissing through my bowels :
Lys. To whom does our dread majesty be- , If, by unwearied toil, I have deserved queath
The vast renown of thy adopted son, The empire of the world?
Accept this soul, which thou didst first inspire, Aler. To him that is most worthy.
And which this sigh thus gives thee back again. Perd. When will you, sacred sir, that we should
Lys. Eumenes, cover the fallen majesty; To your great memory those divine honours, If there be treason, let us find it out; Which such exalted virtue does deserve ? Lysimachus stands forth to lead you on, Aler. When you are all most happy, and in And swears, by these most honoured dear remains, peace.
He will not taste those joys which beauty brings, Your hands father, if I have discharged Pill we revenge the greatest, best of kings. (Rises.
[Ereunt omnes. The duty of a man to empire born;
SCENE I.-The Temple of Isis. Sea-horses, foundering in the slimy mud,
Tossed up their heads, and dashed the ooze about Serapion, and Myris, Priests of Isis, discovered.
them. Ser. Portents and prodigies are grown so frequent,
Enter ALEXAS behind them. That they have lost their name. Our fruitful Myr. Avert these omens, Heaven ! Nile
Ser. Last night, between the hours of twelve Flowed, ere the wonted season, with a torrent So unexpected, and so wondrous fierce, In a lone aisle of the temple while I walked, That the wild deluge overtook the haste A whirlwind rose, that, with a violent blast, Even of the hinds, that watched it. Men and Shook all the dome; the doors around me clapt; beasts
The iron wicket, that defends the vault, Were borne above the tops of trees, that grew Where the long race of Ptolemies is laid, On the utmost margin of the water-mark: Burst open, and disclosed the mighty dead : Then with so swift an ebb the flood drove back- From out each monument, in order placed, ward,
An armed ghost starts up; the boy-king last It slipt from underneath the scaly herd: Reared his inglorious head: a peal of groans Here monstrous phocæ panted on the shore; Then followed, and a lamentable voice Forsaken dolphins there, with their broad tails, Cried, ' Egypt is no more.' My blood ran backing Lay lashing the departing waves; hard by them My shaking knçes against each other knocked,
On the cold pavement down I fell entranced, Whom, would she yet forsake, yet yield him up,
(Shewing himself. This changes my designs, this blasts my counsels, To frighten our Egyptian boys withal,
And makes me use all means to keep him here, And train them up betimes in fear of priesthood? Whom I could wish divided from her arms Ser. My lord, I saw you not,
Far as the earth's deep centre. Well, you know Nor meant my words should reach your ears; The state of things: no more of your
ill but what
And black prognostics; labour to confirm
The people's hearts.
Enter Ventidius, talking aside with a gentleAnd holy luxury.
man of Antony's. Ser. I know iny duty:
Ser. These Romans will o'erhear us. This goes no farther.
But who's that stranger? by his warlike port, Aler. 'Tis not fit it should,
His fierce demeanor, and erected look,
Who first shewed Rome, that Parthia could be Ser. Our faint Egyptians pray for Antony,
conquered. But in their servile hearts they own Octavius. When Antony returned from Syria last, Myr. Why, then, does Antony dream out his He left this man to guard the Roman frontiers. bours,
Ser. You seem to know him well. And tempts not fortune for a noble day,
Aler. Too well. I saw him in Cilicia first, Which might redeem what Actium lost? When Cleopatra there met Antony: Aler. He thinks 'tis past recovery.
A mortal foe he was to us and Egypt. Ser. Yet the foe
But let me witness to the worth I hate; Seems not to press the siege.
A braver Roman never drew a sword: Aler. Ob, there's the wonder.
Firm to his prince, but as a friend, not slave : Mecænas and Agrippa, who can most
He ne'er was of his pleasures, but presides With Cæsar, are his foes. His wife, Octavia, O'er all his cooler hours, and morning counsels : Driven from his house, solicits her revenge ; In short, the plainness, fierceness, rugged virtue And Dolabella, who was once his friend, Of an old true stampt Roman lives in him. Upon some private grudge now seeks his ruin; His coming bodes, I know not what, of ill Yet still war seems on either side to sleep. To our affairs. Withdraw, to mark him better, Ser. 'Tis strange, that Antony, for some days And I'll acquaint you why I sought you here, past,
And what is our present work. Has not bebeld the face of Cleopatra,
[They withdraw to a corner of the stage, and But here in Isis' temple lives retired,
VENTIDIUS, with the other, comes forward And makes his heart a prey to black despair.
to the front. Aler. Tis true; and we much fear he hopes, Vent. Not see him, say you? by absence,
I say I must, and will. To cure his mind of love.
Gent. He has commanded, Ser. If he be vanquished,
On pain of death, none should approach his pre-
Vent. Would he had never seen her!
Gent, He eats not, drinks not, sleeps not, has Ales. Had I my wish, these tyrants of all nature,
Of any thing but thought; or if he talks, Who lord it o'er mankind, should perish, perish, 'Tis to himself, and then 'tis perfect raving; Each by the other's sword; but since our will Then he defies the world, and bids it pass. Is lamely followed by our power, we must Sometimes he gnaws his lips, and curses loud Depend on one, with him to rise or fall.
The boy Octavius; then he draws his mouth Ser. How stands the queen affected?
Into a scornful smile, and cries, “Take all! Aler. Oh, she doats,
The world is not worth my care.' She doats, Serapion, on this vanquished man, Vent. Just, just his nature. And winds herself about his mighty ruins, Virtue is his path, but sometiines 'tis too narrow