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THE RIVAL KINGS : OR THE LOVES OF Oroondates and Statira , A TRAGAEDY . Acted at the THEATER-ROYAL :

Written by Mr. BANKES .

Divesne Prisco natus ab Inacho , Nil interest , an Pauper , & infima De gente sub dio moreris , Victima nil miserantis Orci Horat. Lib. 2. Ode 3.

LONDON , Printed for L. C. in Goat Court on Lud-Gate-Hill , 1677.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LADY Katherine Herbert . MADAM ,

NEver till this time could I suspect that it was an easier thing for me to be the Author of a Play , than to write this Dedication to my mind ; but now I confesse , so awful is my Patronesse , and so humble and zealous my pretensions in this kind , that unlesse I could bring an offering that might far surpasse whatever has went before it , I should think it too mean for your acceptance ; and for the reason that having been allow'd , and pass'd the sufferages of the most curious Criticks in the Theatre , I should be the more unfortunate to be at last Shipwrack'd in the Haven , by an opinion of my Dedication , whereof some of the leading Wits in these times have been censur'd ; how hard is it then for a young Writer to please this delicate Age , wherein every year the Wits study the fashion of Language to refine , and alter it , as they do their Cloathes ; and true it is , that 't is another thing to write the sence and speeches of Heroes that are dead , and make 'em speak as we please , govern'd by our fancy , then it is to reach the minds of those illustrious Persons that Poetry is ●orc'd to choose to be above its Iudges , the Patrons of Wit : For in our Playes you read your own Characters , and they are at best but what we have gathered from you , who daily act among yourselves in conversation , ( in a lighter Orb ) what none of the greatest , and indeed barbarous Courts could ever attain to ; and good Poets are at the best but like bad Painters , that only shew you the shadowes of your selves , grosly daub'd , without imitating the least spark of the bright original With what reverence and caution then ought I to approach you , Madam , whose Nobility and Vertue are in the Sanctuary of so divine a shape , that 't is an excuse for all that see you to give their Souls no liberty to speak or think prophanely of you , but justly to be confin'd to admiration , and the whole World will say as well as I , that all that it has heard of Angels , are to be seen in you , and likethem too , you are adorn'd with so heavenly a Spring of Youth , as if you were to blossome to Eternity , or as if you were indeed the secret Goddesse of Divine Nature discloss'd , that every year makes Vegetables grow , and all the Living receive a hidden and diffusive pleasure from her influence . You are the greatest blessing the Almighty has design'd to that incomparable Person your Father as a Reward for his Iustice and Loyalty in that most eminent Place , wherein Heaven , and the wisest Prince has set him , as the richest and most adorning Iewel of his Crown , and a continual and faithful Steward to this Nation , and no doubt , for its preservation and welfare , all England as well as my self , does pray , that he may long live the worthy and indeared Servant of such a grateful and Royal Master . To you , Madam , therefore , before I conclude , I am to beg a protection for this worthlesse Poem , the product of some melancholly hours , and not of my businesse : And if perhaps I have in this my first undertaking , like a raw and unpractic'd Magician in his Art , rais'd to my self the envy of some malicious and troublesome Spirits , which I have not the skill nor courage to lay , I have therefore wisely invok'd you for my Deitie : for neither Criticks nor Devils , I am sure , can presume to hurt me in that Circle , which your Name has guarded and made sacred . Let the modesty of the Stilemake an atonement for the meannesse of the Language , and if your throughly discerning judgement , and beauteous Eyes , like the Sun , discover motes and spots in what you read , you have clemency and goodnesse in abundance to forgive them , and impute 'em to the inartificial dresse of a Virgin Muse ; in my next she may appear more curious . I bring in my behalf too the Conqueror of the VVorld , to lay before your feet , the greatest Man that ever was , who , were he living , wou'd become a Rival to his dear Ephestion , and behold in your Person , as well the sweet , serene , and obliging Innocence of Parisatis , as the more lofty and Imperial Graces of his Statira . This great Man , Madam , the Author of the famous Cassandra thought never to be equall'd , but in the person of the most exquisite of Lovers , him therefore he has rais'd in the Character of Oroondates , to be a Rival to the mighty Alexander in the Romance , and here I have brought him to be so in you , and the rather , because I prefer him to the likenesse of the young , hopeful , and gallant Partner of your self , which I pray he may never cease to be , but early anticipate the extraordinary expectations of Mankind , and crown you with greater happinesse then Fame and Fancy have yet created in the minds of the most Heroick Lovers . This , and whatever increases your felicity shall be the perpetual wishes of , Madam ,

Your most Humble and Obedient Servant JOHN BANKES .
PROLOGVE . FOrget how you were serv'd last time , and pray Be kind this once T' a modest Prologue and a modest Play , Dreading your anger poor deluded Tray Has slip'd his Collar , and is run away . Jo. Haynes himself , that shew'd us this dog trick Has left us all of our displeasure sick . To th' Ladies now the Author by me speaks , A just admirer of your gallant Sex ; He is your Poet , and a Lover too , For chiefly he design'd this Play for you ; If you can find but in it Love or Wit , He vowes he can out love what he has writ : Bids me remember e're you be displeas'd , How with Cassandra's fam'd Romance ye were pleas'd ; How many nights 't has kept you long awake , Nay and have wept for Oroondates sake . When so good natur'd to him , but in thought , Be but so kind where he himself has brought . For your new Poet next I must implore ; Dash not his hopes of this on any score ; For if you do He is so modest he will write no more . Disperse the stormes with your fair smiles and eyes , That from the rage of Blustring Criticks rise ; And as the Tempest gathers in the Pit Let the bright Boxes beams then scatter it ,
Persons Represented . Alexander the Great Ephestion a Youth extreamly belov'd by him . Great Captains . Lysimachus Cassander Phillip Oroondates King of Scythia . Araxis his Confident . Bagistanes a Persian left Governour of Babilon by Alexander . Darius Daughters . Statira Parisatis Melanthe , Woman to Statira . Women and Attendants . Anbassadours . Priests . Guards . Captains . The Scene Babylon .

THe Reader is desir'd to take notice of , and pardon the Errata's of the Printer in this Play , the reason was that the Author going into the Country , and leaving no other than a foul Copy in the Stationers hands did order every Sheet to be sent down to him to correct before it went further in the Press , which was promis'd to be done .

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THE RIVAL KINGS
Actus Primus , Scaena Prima . Enter as newly arriv'd Lysimachus , Cassander , Officers , and attendance , in State. Lys. FROM Ganges , and beyond Nyle's secret Bed , Strange conquer'd Nations have Euphrates spread , By Heavens eternal Power , ordain'd to meet In the Worlds center , and it 's Royal Seat. From other Parts whilest succours bend their course , You bring from Greece , the Foot to re-inforce , And I from Thrace , five thousand Winged Horse . So the great Sea maintains it's swelling Pride By lesser streams , that thither daily glide ; All things contribute to this mighty King , To Alexander flowing , leave their Spring , And Aids from the remotest Places bring . Cas. We but appear like Day break after Night , Where e're He comes , he fills the Skye with light . So the base Moon does oft Eclipse the Sun , And shade that Beauty , whence her light begun . He sends us forth , like Nylus in a Floud , To drown the World , and Court him with the good . Lys. Fill'd with success , he is luxurious grown , And gluts with Blood , his cruel wanton Throne . The News you tell me of Phylotas Death , If true , who after him can hope for breath ? Is 't possible ! Repeat it yet again Ye Gods ! The Son of bold Parmenio slain ! Cas. This News , the Great Parmenio as a Friend , T' Antipater my Father did commend : His fault was , he did Dymnus Treasure hide , So that for that he ne're believ'd he Dy'd . Lys. Of Dymnus fond conspiracy , I 've heard , But never thought Phylotas so deserv'd . Cas. Had that been sought , Phylotas might have stood , Till his known Innocence had sav'd his Blood ; But what bold Creature in the Forrest dare With the stout Lyon in his Hunting share ? His Generals , Friends , and all Obnoxious stand , To be pick'd out for Death at his Command ; But for my Sufferings , more than Death I grieve ; In my lost Fame , he buried me alive : You and the World did witness my disgrace , When that base blow he struck me on the Face , I wish that I had Dy'd in Clytus place ; I Travel with the Weight Lys. Cassander hold You were too blame , and Clytus was too bold . Cas. Have done Lysimachus , there is a smother'd shame , When thus fomented breaks into a flame ; I had a Thunder-Bolt as well withstood , And cherish'd lightning in my vital blood . Enter to them Bagistanes . Bag. Fresh News o'retake the former on the way , And all confirm the King will come to day . Shrill joyful Clamours , which the Clouds involve , Peirce through the Air , and o're our Heads dissolve , And near Euphrates , all their Trumpets sound , Slide down the Streams , and from our Walls rebound . Lys. The News is great , and welcome that we hear . Bag. But o're our Sun does a thick Cloud appear , That makes his glorious body shine less clear . As oft in multitudes of Shouts ascend A loud and goodly noise , till at the end , Some single voice behind , does flagging lye , And Robs the whole , of it's full harmony . Lys. I interrupt you Is the King in health ? Bag. He is , but he ha's lost his greatest wealth , A treasure , that the Gods did envy him . Lys. If that be all , he will be rich again . Bag. Ah , but this loss , he never will redeem . The Gen'ral of the World , Parmenio's slain . Lys. Parmenio dead ! Cas. What slain ! By what bold man ? Bag. By that bold Man , that only dares , and can . Lys. Does Alexander thus transplant , to save His fading Lawrels on Parmenio's Grave ? We'rt thou the Son of Philip , not of Iove , Thou hadst not thrown away this Token of his Love , Nor hadst thy self of so much Power bereft , With thy right Arm to have cut off thy left . Cas. A man so great , that in his Fathers time , Winning too many Battels was his Crime . Bag. His trusty slave , who by this Act is freed . Is hither come , that saw Parmenio bleed , In his own Garden , where he us'd to breath Pure Air for Life , he trod the paths of Death . Four of the Guard the Gen'ral thus salute , Hail mighty Captain , and of most repute ; The Monarch of the World , these Letters sends To great Parmenio , his best of Friends . The good Old man , so much o'rejoy'd to see His Masters Love , receiv'd e'm on his Knee . Seal'd with his Blood , which he unkowing Tort : Giving the Murderers sign to let out more : Those but suppli'd their Masters will in part , The rest they did ingrave upon his Heart , Which with a dagger from his breast they drein'd , And all with Blood the Treacherous paper stain'd , The Ink , the colour of that black design , Blush'd that it did in such a Treason joyn : Thus the bold Lyon taken by surprize , Was like a Lamb offer'd to sacrifice . Cas. Why do ye Gods of Mans misfortunes boast ? And make us Heroes at our own lives cost . Th' extreamest height in which we hope to live Is but of Honours breath an empty Sound , Or like a Star , on sudden shoot we give , Then fall an empty Vapour on the Ground . Ingrateful Alexander , has now repaid Those many Fights , ne're won but by his Aid . Lys. Forbear Cassander , you o're reach your Sence , Whom the Gods own , pay him obedience . How blest were Thousands such as Thee and I , To be his steps to mount on Victory ! You might , but Bagistanes not have known , When Philip to augment the Gods was gone , The Grecian Cities did with Joy depend , That with his life their bondage shoul'd have end , And to the Oracle of Delphos send ; Where in a rage th' auspitious God reply'd , Urge not to know , what 's to your Fates deny'd ; A greater far than Philip yet remains , Whose godlike arm shall hold the World in Chains . Cass. Were he a God he should have kept his Seat , Not grieve the World with his immortal weight . He from the Gods is like a Fury hurld , To glut their anger on the ravish'd World : Lys. Cease , You neglect the duty of your place . Haste , and draw out the Horse I brought from Thrace , And Macedonian foot , which you obey , And with your armed Ranks inclose the way , Guard every path , where the Worlds Favourite comes . Fly high your standards , and provoke your drums . Exit . Cassander But e're you go I 'le to your bre●st impart A Story of which no Mortal bears a part But that bright Excellence of all my heart . to Bagist . You know my Princess to whose charmes I owe The purest love , i th' strangest manner too ; A birth so strange beyond the reach of Fame . Bag. I long to hear , that I may know her name . Lys. In the last fight in which the stronger side The World arraign'd , and in that Battle try'd ; When Victory half ●●utted with the dead , Whett●d her Rage again on those that fled : Aloft she led us where she laid her Brood , O're hills of Heroes , and through Seas of blood ; At last , as proud that she had seiz'd the Prey , Flew still before us , and proclaim'd the day . Bag. Too well I knew , what that days Act can boast , The Fame you won , and what Darius lost . Lys. The Battle done , by Alexander sent , I to Darius rich Pavilion went. Who like a Merchant in a storme of Sea , To save his Life had thrown his Crown away , And all his riches both of love and power , Strew'd in the way to stop the Conquerour . But oh misfortune ! I too early came , And found the Tent abandon'd in a flame , Gaz'd on by Beauties , that with mournful Cryes , Call'd Parisatis ! O ye Gods ! She dies ! I heard no more , but like a whirlwind brush'd The flakes away , and through the Flames I rush'd , Where I beheld this Goddess on the floor , Yielding to flames , that did her eyes adore , In a dark swoond , and yet her form so bright , Her glorious beauty dazel'd all the light . I took this sacred burthen in one arm , And with the other scattered every harm ; The Fire recoil'd , and hung upon the wall , Bowing its conquer'd head , and down did fall : Like the bright Taper , it did soon decay , That lost its splendor at the sight of day . Bag. What then you Gods , did you of her decree ? Lys. Ask not of her , but what became of me ? Thus , big with all the treasure of the Earth , I blest her Mother with her second Birth . Surpris'd at this , she then with joy did weep , And call'd her senses back from deadly sleep ; As from behind a Cloud the Sun displayes , And kills the sight with unexpected rayes , So from this cloud of death her Spirits stole , And through her eyes they shot into my Soul. My Passions tale , I had not time to say , Nor she her sense of gratitude to pay . For Alexander , like a storm did come , And bore me off , when I was ne're at home . The rest you know When he Statira to himself has joyn'd , She for his lov'd Ephestion is design'd : Judge then , when such a Rival I persue , If I han't need of such a Friend as you . Enter to them Parisatis and Melanthe : attended . Bag. You shall command me , while I have a heart Lys. See where she comes that makes my Manhood start , The fairest object in the World , I fear . Par. Lysnnachus , with Bagistanes here ! [ aside . The News is great , that says our glorious Sun This day lights in the King of Macedon . My Sister , Bagistanes , thinks it fit , You 'd see her e're you Alexander meet . Bag. I 'le haste , and pay my duty at her feet . [ Exit Bagistanes . Par. I am surpris'd ; I know not what to say , I 'me loath to go , and yet I should not stay . [ Aside . Forgive me , Sir , to whom I so much owe , My blushes hide the gratitude I 'de show , Y 're welcome and with joy my bosome fill , But w●lcome to Darius Daughter still . [ Offers to go off . Lys. Stay , Noble Princess , stay , my life to save ; I have no merits but to be your slave ; [ Kneels . Thus I entreat , and I cou'd do no more , If you your Fathers Crown , and Titles wore . Thus as a Saint does to the Altar bow . Par. Rise , Gallant Souldier , and I 'le hear you now . Since you Lysimachus so much have done , I cannot but some gentle pity own , And yet 't were better , I that death had dy'd , Than in my Fathers ruin to divide . Talk any thing , but let me beg you then , Talk not of Love , when I must chide agen . Lys. How doubly wretched was my Love that time , Which up to you did on your ruin climb ; Then shew'd you that which you had dy'd to shun , How we Darius Crown and Kingdomes won . What more to plague me could my Fate have done ! Well may you then that fatal love despise , That sav'd your life for Alexanders prize . Par. Lysimachus , I blame not what you did , But I cou'd wish you wou'd your Passion hide . Cou'd I Darius life but call again , With all the Pompe and glory of his Reign , I would your love before a Kings posses , And with a Crown creat your happiness ; But of a Pris'ner never this require , She 'd make you happier than you cou'd aspire ; And since the Gods have so restrain'd my hand , In Alexanders chains I more demand , Than if all Persia were at my command . Lys. The Crown you mean you wont go far to take ; 'T will be brought to you for Ephestion's sake . When Alexander all the World shall lead , A Present to Statira's Nuptial Bed , He 'le scorn in single happiness to live , But will her Sister to Ephestion give ; And then to make your happiness the more , He will all Persia to your wish restore . Par. His proffer'd Kingdomes I should then despise , And scorn to take them , though at any Price ; The Worlds too little to be giv'n to me , Unless presented , as my mind is , free . Though with that off'ring I a God should lose , A blessing so impos'd I would refuse . Lys. If not a God , he 's of such flesh and blood Would tempt a Goddess to be soft and good , Adorn'd like Summer , and so blushing gay , In Agril youth , with Cheeks like blooming May. All the day long he 'l bless you with his sight , And like the Hony-Suckle breath at night . Par. This beauteous Animal , so like the Spring Will soon , like that , decay , and Winter bring I should be loth he should my hopes beguile , And tarry with me but a Summers while , Let Gods possess his heavenly beauty then ; We Women only were ordain'd for men . Lys. You 've said enough to shew your noble mind ; Yet greatest Courages may be confin'd . What will you do in that unlucky hour Of this Mans Love , and Alexanders Power ? When you are lifted up to such a hight , I shew so little almost out of sight . Par. Now y' are too blame Lysimacus . For know , That Parisatis , though she be so low , Yet every thing 's too mean for her desire , And then her self she can't be lifted higher . I ne're shall from my constant temper fly , Unless to loose the knot your jealousie wou'd tie . Begone , begone , I 'le hear no more to day ; I think too well of you to let you stay : Seek not for Love , where he in private lies . For he has wings , and then away he flies . Haste , meet the Conquerour . Lys. I go , I go And all obedience to your will I 'le shew . [ Exit Lysimachus . Par. Chide me , Melanthe , Art not thou afraid , That I to shew my thanks too much have said ; And yet my forward gratitude I chide , For fear a Love should under it lie hid . At this admir'd example thou wert by , When others fled , and with me chose to die . Mel. Had you but seen with what a gust'e came How like a God he chas'd away the flame ; You would have thought him after all was lost , Darius Genius , or his happy Ghost . Par. Yet he was forc'd , by honour carry'd on , Which e're destroy'd ten thousand would have don● . To some great Spirits Fortune is unkind , To hide occasions they would gladly find ; My safety by the Powers above was meant , He first i' th' way , was on the errand sent . [ Enter to them Araxis . Good Gods ! Is it Araxs I behold ! How came you hither ? How were ye so bold ? Ar●x . Ask not , since I am Oroondates slave , The greatest Lover , and of men most brave : What is there , but a man like him can do , Inspir'd with Love , and so much valour too ? Rouz'd with the Noise that Alexander brings , Away his fears like drowzy thoughts he flings ; Awake Araxis say's he ; let us haste , And pay this visit , which may be our last . The Worlds my Rival , and with glittering shew , Does at Statira's Feet in triumph bow . We ' rose , and soon deceiv'd the Watchful throng , Saying we did to some Ambassadour belong ; Then to the Garden hurri'd by his flame , I , and the Prince , the best of Lovers came ; He like a Noble Deer that long had pin'd In Sandy Plains , but cou'd no Water find ; Till seeing a wanton stream through Meadowes play , O're Gaps , and hedges thither makes his way : Thus ne're a Fountain sate this Lover down , The which Statira's Window seem'd to Crown : Blest stream , sai's he ( and then his Tears ran o're , Like drops of Pearl upon the Christal shore ) If my Statira of thy saltness hears , Ah tell her , it was Oroondates tears . [ Enter to them Oroondates . See where this wretched Lover comes . Par. 'T is he ! I am amaz'd at what you told , and what I see . Oroon . The Sun approaches , and a plot hath laid To cover Oroondates with his shade , And when his glories with your beauties joyn , You and Statira in his Court shall shine . Not see me first ! I have the cause admir'd , And have the reason of the Gods requir'd : Ah whither is my angry Queen retir'd ? Par. Oh stay not ; Alexanders Trumpets found , aste Oroondates , 't is forbidden Ground . Oroon . Let Cowards tremble at his mighty voice ; My brain 's too steddy to be turn'd with noise : No earth is hurtful that she 's pleas'd to grace ; I 'de run to meet her though in any place ; On any ground where Alexander trod , And dare behold him , were he twice a God. Par. Brave man , whose fault is , that thy soul 's too great , That scorning fear , neglects it's mortal seat , And whilest your lofty spirit soars too high , Views not the Precepice beneath your eye . Look back , from this unhappy place remove ; Haste , and preserve the greatest stock of Love , Oroon . I cannot till she does my burthen light ; My Loves so great , I stagger with the weight . Par. You stay too long , and do your fate suborn . Oroon . I have no fate ; no threatning but her scorn . Par. Shoul'd I but let Statira know ye' are here , You wou'd be threatned by the scorn you fear ; To save your Life , she wou'd with Love debate , And rather be unkind to you , then to your fate . Oroon . Ah gentle half of my much better part , She cannot end my Life with greater smart : To wrack me thus ! 't were better I shou'd try Ten thousand deaths , than alwayes thus to dye : If she won't see me now the Skye is clear , What will she do when thickening Clouds appear ? When Alexander Thunders with his Drums Where will she find me when that Torrent comes ? Par. The Guards are set , and Bagistanes gone ; She cannot now be seen with you alone . If she obey the dictates of her mind , She soon will see you in a garb that 's kind : Go best of men , I dare no more be seen . [ offers to go off . Oroon . Stay charming Sister of my beauteous Queen If you go to her , tell her , I am driv'n By Alexander from my blessed Heaven , And to the bottome of despair decline ; We too can ne're in one Horizon shine ; There like the Sun , I 'le lay me down at Night , And drown in sorrowes all my past delight . Tell her , some God , whiles slumber seals her Eyes , How pittifully Oroondates , lies ; That in kind feeling of the Tears I shed , She come like Thetis to my wat'ry Bed. Par. All this , and more , my Tears from Yours shall plead : [ Exeunt Parisatis and Melanthe . Oroon . The Gods renoun your Charitable deed . Araxis , come , my hopes of this dayes Fate , The business of my Life and Soul create . Arax . Let 's watch it then , and mingle with the shew ; Hid in the Croud , we unperceiv'd may go . Oroon . Look down ; O mighty Love ; behold thy flame Swallow'd , and burri'd in the Conquerours Name : In vain thou shoot'st , and aim'st at faithful hearts , When he sustains , and shivers all thy Darts : While his Ambition does new worlds run o're , He 'le bind thy fury , and revenge thy power . [ Exeunt 〈◊〉 . Finis Actus Primi .
Actus Secundus , Scaena Prima . Alexander , Ephestion Lysimachus , Cassander , Philip , Bagistanes , and Captains in great State. Alex. THUS ●ar with Thirst of fame we have descry'd . The modest World that wou'd her secrets hide , And track'd her where she to the Ocean ran . Diving her head under the spacious Main , Till a remoter World she rise again . Thither in hollow Trees with Wings we flew , And left old Countries to discover New ; Nations by Nature taught , and distant so , Beyond the reach of any mortal Fo ; Dwelling in Tents , unus'd to civil power , And having nought t' inrich a Conquerour , Fly where their stock of Land can ne're be spent , Finding no End of their vast Continent , Leaving behind them for the Victors gains , Famine , and Plagues , Rewards for fruitless pains . Lys. The Gods , Great Alexander , thought it fit The vanquish'd World shou'd to your Arms submit , When in a dream they did Olympia shew , She to a God did her conception owe. This Fame told loudly to the amazed Earth , What they should look from such a wondrous birth . Cas. First haughty Greece , which Philip ne're cou'd Yoke , Her Proudest Cities Necks bends to your Stroke : Then all that side Euphrates joyn with them To gain for you the Persian Diadem ; This with three Battels from Darius won , Was but one step to Mount your mighty Throne . Then with such speed on Conquests Wings we got , Rise with the Sun , and met it where it ●ate ; Nothing to hinder us , but by the way We took bold Tyre , that 's built upon the Sea ; And Mountains big with Woods we tumbled down , That frighted N●ptune from his Royal Town . Phil. We sought fierce Nations , nourish'd up with damps , Whom Rocks of Ice immur'd in frozen Camps ; With shouts we made the trembling Earth to sweat . Loosing the Shackles from it's tender Feet , Which soon Rebell'd , and us did onward lead To catch those Fish that on the Land did breed . Lys. From thence we pass'd to th' Suns beloved Soyl , To utmost India , and those Nations foyl , Till we were stopp'd by Heav'n , and Natures tyes . Huge Furniture , and Arms of mighty size We scatter'd here and there to take all Eyes , And make the World to come beleive , and shew The Souls were great that did those Bodies owe. Cas. Great Son of Philip , do not then begin Vain and imaginary Worlds to win ; All that there is , is subject to your sway ; Bless then in Peace , Sir , this your early day . The Gods to you at thirty years have given , More then the greatest Heroes boast in Heaven . Eph. Forget not , Sir , the time you were so bold , When clad in Armour made of shining Gold , As on the Oxydracon's Wall you fought , Thence like a Star into the Town you shot ; And aw'd the People with a Godlike Frown ; Who thought from Heav'n , that Mars himself leap'd down . At awful distance stood the wandring Croud , Let fall their Arms , and call'd thee God aloud . Phil. Live then , great Sir , to dissipate our fears , And Chronicle your self a thousand years . No more in vain your precious minutes shed , Tempting the Fates to think y' ar Mortal bred Capt. Great Son of Iove Alex. Confusion seize thy tongue I 'le hear no more of such a Syren's Song . To Clytus death I owe a deadly shame ; Swell'd with a Sound , and poyson'd with a Name I hurt my self , and madly was to blame . What canst not thou Ephestion bear a part , And share of dangers where thou sharest a heart . Shall a few Creatures whom we found abroad In Beds of Snow , which with our breath we thaw'd ? And feather'd Indians , who before they bled , Like flocks of Birds before our Eagles fled ; Small Trophies there we got , or here can get ; Shall this suffice to gain the Name of great ; Stain to our Armies , we have no Conquest won , If we do lye at ease at Babylon , And shrink at Glory e're we put it on . Eph. I 'll on , while your Example I behold With wonder , which shall like a fixed Star Direct my wandring Youth , till I am Old , And guide my soul in peace , and Armes in War. Alex. Millions of pleasures on Euphrates lye , Swelling her Bankes with plagues of luxury ; They more than all the dangers you withstood Will dant your Courages , and chill your blood . You see her guilded Tow'rs , and Turrets pride , But they come short of beauties that they hide . Eph. Beauty I 've heard , the Gods did first ordain To cherish Valour and reward it's payn : This hea'ven-born Creature for your entrance stayes To deck with plumes of love your guilded Bayes . Cass. The Armyes all must on your Center more ; This time is sacred both to you and love ; When you lye downe 't is fit that war shou'd cea●e , And treate you with an universal peace : Bag. Thus humbly I my mighty charge resigne , [ Bag. 〈◊〉 Darius Empire , and his Royal Line . Retire , great Sir , and all your hopes possesse , Adorne your Conquests with loves happiness . The blest Statira does her self prepare , To weave you Chaplets of her Golden haire , Alex. Tell her I waite , and only for her stay To Crowne the Triumph of this happy day . [ exit Bag : Now my Ephestion , guard thy tender Breast ; I 'll shew thee halfe wherewith my soul is blest . Eph. What need I shun whereof I am possest ? In Athens late you nip'd my forward growth . And from my tender studies broke my Youth ; Then call'd me to you from my Country far To waite upon you , and to teach me War. In Battailes toiles , when you the day had spent , You 'd take me to you private in your Tent ; There , as to shelter in some silent grove , You 'd shut me in , and tell me tales of Love. Your charming tongue did ope my breast so wide , Love shot in shafts , on which himself did ride : When on Statira's Picture you wou'd look , Faire Parisatis forme from you I tooke . Alex. What I then told thee did but breed desire , Which her bright Eyes will kindle into fire : Thou but indur'dst the skirmish of a Fight . I touch'd thy Breast , but she will kill thee quite : Eph. Wou'd she wou'd come : I long to be thus slayn ; For ought that I know , 't is a pleasant pain : Yet if to be in love , so mortal be , What makes so many happy , that we see ? Alex. Such are , whom love a kind acceptance showes , Your Fate by chance may make you one of those Behold how these faire Goddesses appear ! Eph. O Gods ! But which is she that I must feare ? Enter to them Statira , Parisatis , Women , Bagistanes and attendants at one door , and Oroondates , and Araxis , at another door , at some distance . Oroo . Here we will stand , and dare the worst of fate , [ to Ar. aside . She cannot find us in this throng of state , Alex. So Venus look'd , so Venus smote from far The Iron bosome of the God of War ; So look's the Sun , so the spring sweetly smiles , When the cold deadly Winter it beguiles ; Thus welcome is the day into his sight , Whomany years was banish'd from the light . Let me presume to touch this sacred hand , As Marriners , when they the Port have gain'd , Do bless the shore , and kisse the welcome Land. My Crimes of War have made me guilty come To choose from you a soft , and gentle doome . Sta. Hold Alexander , tempt me not in Vain ; Behold the blood that does your Ensignes stain . Is not this Persia ? did not all this State , Before 't was yours , on great Darius waite ? Is not the sweet and cleer Araxis Flood Choak'd with dead Bodyes , poyson'd with their blood ? Crown'd with this purple horrour on thy head , Do I not blush to see thee looke so red ? Alex. When first your Country felt my angry Armes , They straight were pleas'd at faire Statira's charmes , And soon were sorry for the blood they spilt , And sought abroad to wash away the Guilt . That for one Kingdom from Darius torne , I 'll 〈◊〉 an hundred to your scorne . Sta. Those ner'e can come from petty Macedon ; Thou bring'st and giv'st me , what is not thy owne ; And all your borrow'd glory but appeares Deck'd with the Flaggs pull'd from my Fathers h●rse . Alex. What have I done , ye Gods ? To see you frowne , Is more to me , than you to loose a Crowne . Sta. No fatal Monarch , still your Crimes persue You are their darling , can't commit a fact , They have Darius punish'd , and not you , And scourge the world for all the wrongs you act . Eph. Ah gentle Goddesse , be not angry now ; Disperse the storm that hangs upon your brow , Which or'e your beauty such disturbance seems , As windes create on smooth and Christal streams . Vouchsafe that I your sister may adore , And give a heart that was design'd before ; But let me beg you wou'd not be severe , And in her frownes , as you in Beauties share . Alex. Still I presume unhappy , to be kind , That Parisatis for my Friend design'd Let it be said the least of all my faults , To give Ephestion to your kindest thoughts [ presents Eph. to Par. More then a Crown he on his head shall bring , He is my Favourite , more than twice a King. Par. I must beleive the Man y' are pleas'd to grace , May well deserve within my breast a pla●e . Lys. O Gods ! What discord was there in that Voice ! She seemes to me as if she lik'd the choice . [ aside , Sta. You are Ambitious to dispose of Fate , And King for Love , and Love for Kings create ; So as y 'ave slic'd , and given the world in parts , You 'd take upon you to dispose of hearts ; That you new Empires to the old might gain , You 'd rule ore love , as you o're kingdomes raign . Alex. 'T is an Ambition that from you I take , To become great , and only for your sake . I 'le dedicate to Love my lasting Toyls , And crowd his guilded Temples with rich spoiles ; His Altars shall with blood of Kings run o're , And their lost Crowns , and Scepters fill his Store . Sta. You give so much , your self seemes but the less ; You hide your Merits in this gawdy dress : Love ne're will stoop to any thing , but Love ; The world may flatter me , but 't will not move ; Love is too rich a jewel to be bought , 'T will only be in ' its own likeness sought . Alex. Those Ornaments to Love are iustly due , Who gave them as rewards for loving you ; As he that wins the Prize at publique Playes Offers his God the Garland of his Bayes . Sta. You seek your Love in great and horrid formes , As Sun shine dayes are met by dreadful stormes ; Your rav'nous Eagles in the Feild increase , Like Birds of prey , to rob this Dove of peace ; Alex. I 'l scatter this Contagion , whilst it flies , Like Clouds of Insects driven before your Eyes : I will my self of power , and Armes divest , And Love shall then in peace , and glory rest . All that Darius held , I will restore , And leave my self , without your favour poor ; I 'll give you all that 's in my power to give , Yet after all , let Alexander live . Sta. Ah Monarch ! Thou canst never end this strife , Till thou restor'st me to a Fathers life ; His Kingdomes I shall never wish to have , And build my throne upon a Fathers Grave : Had not those Trophies on his Death began , I 'de think the world has not a braver Man. Oroo . O Gods Araxis , did you hear ! Alex. That you may see , how much his Death I grieve , I 'll Crown his head , as if he were alive , And in the richest seat of B●bylon ; The world shall to his Golden Statue run , And pay more homage , then they do the Sun Sta. Desist that kindness ; for 't is only meant To make thy pride his fatal Monument , And let the world perceive by such a shew , That a great God did to thy Fortune bow . Why does 〈…〉 with such Ambition burn ? Cannot 〈…〉 serve thy turn ? 〈…〉 his silent Urne . Alex. All powers on Earth are subject still to Fate ; Empires , as well as Men have sudden date . The Gods look'd down that held the Fate of Kings , And bad me one , and Arm'd me with their stings , 'T was they , not I , your Fathers death decreed , And they ordain'd I shou'd in all succeed . Sta. The Gods have us'd thee but for punishment , And soon will end those plagnes themselves have sent . The Gods thou mak'st the Authors of-thy pride , Who n'er consented , that thou shoud'st divide , And snatch the hushand from his woeful Bride , Then tare the Orphans from their parents Eyes . Which ne're can grace , but blush at Victories . To us thou shewst the Earth , yet holdest the Rains , Darius Daughters are not pleas'd in gawdy Chaines No Alexander , yet too low thou art , Mounted on all the world , to reach my heart . Oroo , Great God of Love thou hast thy pity shown , [ aside Exeunt Statira , Parisatis , and women , and Oroondates following at distance . Manent Alexander and the rest . Araxis , waite you here Eph. Will you be gone ? Alex. Persia had stood , had its ●ame Heroes been But blest with so much spirite as this Queen . Well , now , Ephestion , have you found it true , Women are worse than Armies to subdue ? The ●kye is not so faire , nor downe so soft , But their hard hearts , are on the Anvile wrought . Eph. But Parisatis sure , is all divine , And cannot Sir , to cru●lty incline ; Yet I am sad , but 't is not that I feare Her tender soul , but that she loves elswhere . Alex. You must not think she will at first obleige ; Women , like Townes , hold out a longer siege . Enter one of the Captaines . Capt. The world does to great Alexander send All Nations proud to be your slaves contend : Ambassadours from all parts , presents bring , Begging you 'd be , or else create their King. Amongst the rest proud Scythia stoopes in time , The greatest Empire in the Northern Clime : For since the Battaile from Darius won , That gallant Oroondates has been gone , They Offer you his rich , and mighty Throne , Ara. Ah fatall Newes ! [ aside Alex. That Prince if he be slain There 's not a Braver Heroe does remain , And I with sorrow must his Empire gain . Exeunt . Manet Araxis solus . Ara. Go Oroondates now , and finde thy death ; Thou hast no place , no Earth , no Aire to breath , But what is Alexanders ; nay what 's more , He holds thy Love , and Fortune in his power . Where shall we wander now ? where be possest That we may live from care , and love at rest . Reenter to them Oroondates . He is return'd , for pity I 'll refrain To till the news that will increase his pain . Oroo . Araxis come , le' ts undermine our Foes , And follow Alexander where he goes ; Let 's watch his lookes , and Countermine his sight , Till on Statira's Cheeks our Eyes do fight , [ Oroo . offers to go off . Ara. Stay Oroondates , are you in a dream ? Beware the Gulph , y' are led to by the stream . Unless invissible , you cannot passe ! For Jealousy through all things sees , like Glasse . Let 's straight return ; 't is dangerous staying here , Your Carriage did suspitiously appear ; For Alexander saw when you went out , And hater you he turn'd his Jealousie Eyes about . Oroo . I have no soul , no Eyes , no thing that 's sence ; They all have left me with that excellence . I find my self like one of life bere●t , And nothing but a solid Carkasse left . I 'l find her through the dark , and let her know 't , T' rel●ive my Body , as a light that 's out . Ara. Now it is almost neer retreat of day , Whose hand-maid evening lookes so fresh , and gay , T' will make Statira to the walks repair , And with her sweeter Breath perfume the Air. Thither we 'll go , by th' secret way we came ; There you may find , but here you 'l lose your aim . Oroo . I 'll find my Rivall wrap'd in his delight , Who as the Globe , oft hides the Suns faire light Stands betwixt me and my Statira's sight . I 'l grow above him till I'have discry'd , O're his huge Bulke the treasure he wou●d hide . Why shou'd I fear this-Monster of a Name ? Wherefore Araxis ? Am not I the same , Who striding o're the heapes his slaughter fill'd , Sustein'd his mighty Arme upon my sheild ? Then straight return'd a more substantial blow , That made his head with shameful weakness bow , And blush'd for greif , till he did understand , It was no shame , from Oroondates hand . Ara. The State retreats from the Kings private Room : One of the Princesses does this way come Retire into the Garden Sir , before w' are seen . Oroo . Not stay ! I 'll speak t' her , if it be my Queen Enter to them Statira , Melanthe attended So leaves of flowers , shut up in showers of Rain , Open their bosomes with the Sun again . Sta. Blesse me ye Gods ! 'T is Oroondates sure ! What passions does my trembling heart indure ! Why Oroondates , will you not obey ? See , see , Melanthe who does come this way . Are you that haughty stranger then , who late , Among the throng did on the Conquerour wait ? How durst you be so bold ? Urg'd by what thought ? Was 't Jealousie , or Love your Person brought ? Oroon . Ah glorious Creature ; Blest of all thy Sex , Urge not imputed Crimes my Soul to vex [ Kneels . I 'le tell thee , Dear , more soft , more sweet by far , Than breath of Incense , or than morning Air , Wing'd with my Love , and hurri'd by despair , I broak through all the stops , that Fate cou'd rea● ; Who can Love you , and be a slave to fear ! Sta. Rise Oroondates . Alexander sees ; The Gods do frown , and he on Earth decrees ; Like flaming horrur o're the World'e Darts , And pries into the secret Lovers hearts ; That blazing Comet in the Skye beware , Who threatens me with Love , and you with War. Oroon . He cannot gentle Creature , do us harm ; True Love's Pow'r that all the Gods will charm , And winged Furies of the Air disarm . While our united hearts with joyes are Crown'd . No Fiend shall tread the sacred Lovers Ground . Let him look down , this Meteor that 's so high , To see our Loves with all it's lustre vie , And drop with wonder from it's borrow'd Skye . Sta. The Gods to us 〈◊〉 , yet the more unkind . Where shall we then those pleasant minutes find , And seek out Love , while we do lye confin'd ? Unless in pitty he to us resort , And meet us here in Alexanders Court. The Watchful Dragon here disturbs our peace , More strict , than that which kept the Golden Fleece . Oroon . Since else y' are lost to O●o●ndates quite , I 'le break your Chains , and with the Monster fight : I only arm'd with Love , if you but say Through all his Dev'lish Guards will force my way ; Defie this Atlas , if he durst be bold , And lay at stake the Heav'n that he does hold Say but the word , and I 'le at once ●●move The Scourge of Empires , and the plague of Love. Sta. No Oroondates , cease this vain design , He 's at his highest , and will soon decline . The Gods in time , in pity of our tears , Will rid the World and us of all it's fears , Oroon . Never let 's tarry , for in all that 〈◊〉 . Our Love might reach , and up to Heav'n might climb Let us not waste one moment of our Joyes , More worth than Crowns , and all such Worldly toyes , Nor wait so long for Alexanders death , But straight get out of this unlucky Path , And turn our Eyes as from some Desert climb , And never wish to look the second time . Hence we 'le repair to some blest lovely Isle , On whose fair Breast , both Heav'n and Nature smile , Far from the gaudy Train of dismal Sate ; And we our selves will King and Queen creat , And each to other shall a Subject be , Living on Earth , like Sphere in Harmony . Sta. There at our Joyes will none with envy burn , Nor Alexander were he there , return ; He soon the weary hunted World would spare , And find enough to glut Ambition there . But Oh thou excellent man ! I talk , while you Neglect your safety , and my honour too ; I feel it strive within me : for by turns , My honour blushes , and your danger mourns Dear Oroondates , spare your farther talk ; See me to morrow i' the Cyprus walk . Oroon . Go my propitious Goddess , thou that art The Heavenly excellence of all my heart ; Take but one look , thou 〈◊〉 of Deities , And carry 't from thee in thy Diamond Eyes , That when the Conqu'rour comes to beg a Grace , Bend thy dark brow , and shoot it in his Face . Sta. Thou best of Men , all Joyes about thee dwell . Oroon . Thou Soul of Love , and all that 's good , Farew●ll . [ Exeu●t severally . Finis Actus Secundi ,
Actus Tertius , Scaena Prima . Parisatis . Melanthe , as in the Garden . Ephestion enters at a distance . Eph. SEE where she Rests , or is 't not I descry Some dazling Constellation from the Skye ! Sure 't is the rich Vermillion that does grace The evening Sun sent t' adorn this place , Or Venus self has left her Heavenly abode ; To Sleep on Earth with some immortal God Heark , how the Air with Gentle murmur Steals , To catch the Odour on her Lips , that dwells , More sweet than Breath , sent from the Couslips Bed , Or fragrant Banks with purple Violets spred .
A Song to be Sûng by Oroondates unseen in the Garden . IN vain dear Cassander in vain you imploy , Your precepts of Virtue my Love to destroy , In thinking your breath , can allay my desire , You cool but my hopes , and blow more the fire , Though hopeless of favour , and slighted I were , I could Love , while I live , condemn'd to despair . But why do I wish for impossible things , Such happiness fit for the greatest of Kings , For to me are deni'd all blessings within , But to pass by her door and afraid to go in , Or if her by chance at a distance , I see ? My Soul at my Mouth is flying instant from me . But when I come near her , I look and I gaze , And somewhat would have , but am still in amaze . When as with my courage , new breath I infuse , Iust ready to say , what I fear I should lose , The thing that I thought on a sudden retires , And my speech in a sigh on her bosome expires .
[ Enter Lysimachus at the other● Lys. A voice ! To whom should this address belong O Gods ! There 's Parisatis listning to the Song ! Ephestion too ! O my prophetique Soul ! What shall I do to keep my sences whole ! Eph. 'T is done this was I fear some Rivals voice . Lysimachus the man ! Is he her choice ! Mel. 'T is Oroondates sure , amongst the Trees ; Par. Cease wretched Lover , cease thy sad complaint ; Whilest no kind friend thy banish'd person sees , With mournful tunes thou dost thy sorrows paint . Lys. See how'e sets his amorous looks this while ! I 'le overtake , and stab him in that smile . I 'le break that case , his tempting beauties fill , And all his precious balm of life will spill . I shall turn mad to let my rage grow higher ; I will be patient , and unseen retire . Par. I hear some coming ; let 's no longer stay . [ Exit . Lysimachus , Parisatis and Mel. offer to go off . Eph. See , she retires , and he does lead the way . Look back , O beauteous daughter of the spring , Whose divine presence , whiles these walks she treads Makes chearful Birds with welcome Carrols sing , And drooping flowers hold up their grateful heads . Par. What beauti 's this of which Ephestion tells ? Can she augment the Joyes with which he swells , That holds a richer , and more blest repose , In Alexanders bosome where he grows . Eph. In Alexanders Lawrels I have laid My head so long ; that I forsake his shade , To dwell in your more comfortable sight , Whose brighter beams create a fresh delight , Par. I have no beauty , Sir , that I can boast , Such as I had is all in sorrows lost , Like forward spring , kept back by winters frost . The Sun that guilded o're with cheerful rayes . My early morn , and promis'd happy days , By fatal Alexander is undone , And quite eclip'st before it reach'd to noon . Eph. What Miracle is this ! For who is he , That cannot grant , what you wou'd wish to be ? Where was deaf Heav'n , when you did bend to prayers ! How could the Gods , but choose to lend their ears ! One balmy sigh , and pearly tear's worth more , Then all the incense , sacrifice of Gore , That they have had , ten thousand years before . Par. You over vallue me ; all will not do ; I still am wretched , and more lost than you . The Gods are just , although they never will Refrain , but punish Parisatis still . [ Par. sighs . Eph. Ah! why d' ye sigh , and waste that precious breath , When the least word can charm the power of death . Why draw you up , and fill your breast with groans ? Then let 'em out withall your soul at once : Where will this Messenger of grief depart ? That bears upon his wings your gentle heart Ah do not stir I tremble to come nigh , [ Par. offers to be gone . And on your brightness gaze with such an eye As mortals look with wonder up on high . Par. I am no Deity , yet will not endure To be approach'd , but with a flame as pure . You say you love , yet for the time you live , Expect no more from me , than Heaven can give . Eph. Not to look thus ; and sigh how blest were I , Only to gaze upon you , till I dye ; That with my Love my Soul might then expire , And both mount upwards , like gay sparks of Fir● ; Where I 'le your seat amongst the Gods prepare , And pine , and taste no Heav'n , till you come there . Par. Still noble Youth , you cannot reach your bliss , With Love , as Heav'nly as your person is . There 's nothing to deceive you , I wou'd hide ; Another ha's surpris'd my dearest thought , I am his Pris'ner , and by honour ty'd ; With richest gratitude my Love is bought ; I have no room for such another guest Ep● . The Gods forbid ! I dare not hear the rest May not my hopes a fairer prospect view ? Yet curst am I , and what you say is true . That fatal Oracle has sent me home , For ever damn'd , to undergo your doom . What shall I do ? To whom shall I complain ? To Alexander ? That were too , in vain . You , and Statira , both contrive his end , She stabs him in his person , you in 's Friend . Par. Admire no more in what you call my charms , Shun 'em young Prince , their all but painted harms . Be happi'r then , and give your Love elsewhere , None that can Love will be to you severe : I boast not of the Chains I make you were . Eph. Ah do not think my s●edfast Love can shake ; You can as well the Vowes you made forsake ; Your banish'd Man all his life long shall wait , Let others seem to Love , and stop at hate , I Love not you at such an easie rate . If e're you call me home , there will be found , Fix'd on my breast , your sad immortal wound . Par. I dare not hear you wound my tender breast . [ offers to go off . Eph. You shall be pitiful , and hear the rest See I conjure My tears begin to flow , Thus fix'd , while I shed all my moisture so , Like Nyobe , I could a Statue grow . I guess my Rival , that your thoughts endure But let me doubt still , rather than be sure . Par. What tempted by the Object , you repeat , Your heart in time of absence may forget I haste for pity , to remove the cause . [ offers to be gone . Eph. Pity forbids , but this my ruin drawes . If once a day , you don't your presence give , I have consider'd , and I cannot live ; Let me for ever then be doom'd to burn , Seeing your kindness to my Rival turn , And whiles The Ocean of your Love he bears , I thirst in vain , and quench it with my tears ; Par. If it be so , then think no more of me ; How can you choose but hate this cruel she ? Eph. No , I 'le retire into the shades below , Drest with a Willow Garland of dispair ; Where all are blest , I 'le live in solemn wo , And with kind wishes Crown each happy pair . Oft as a spirit I 'le return on Earth , But take no horrid form that shall affright , But soft as evening Air or mornings Birth , In beauteous Dreams I 'le study your delight : Then in the morning , watching while you wake , Before your Eyes like gleams of light I 'le run ; With breath of Amber I perfumes will make , And dart in Glories with the rising Sun. Par. If you say more I must in pity drown . [ Exit Parisatis attended . Eph. So the quick Sun ; soon as his light is shewn , Leaving the World in darkness does go down . Go my divided Soul Enter Lysimachus , and calls back Eph●stion , who was going out at the other door . Lys. Ephestion stay You have commands from Alexander to obey . Eph. Why do you hinder me , and bid me stand ? I know it was not by my Kings Command I fear Lys●●achus , you envious are . Lys. 'T is kindness bids Ephestion to beware ; And as a Friend , I wish you to retreat , And see your danger e're it be too late ; You tread a maze of a beauty to your fate . This passage leads to death's eternal bands ! Preventless ruin at your entrance stands . Eph. What fate is this , you threaten with your breath , Nothing so fair as she can lead to death , There is no fear , no horror where she comes ; Like Heav'nly light , she scatters Hell bred fumes : Still where she goes , all deadly Forms she ties , And melting dangers drop before her eyes . Lys. You are too young , I see , and cannot find The vast intreigue , of fatal women kind . Deceitful beauty , drest i● golden smiles Like flatt'ring lightning , quick , and silent burns , As poyson pleasant to the taste beguiles , So soon as drank , to deadly ruin turns . Eph. You speak indeed ; as if you felt it so , But she ha's been to me the softest Foe . Her soul appears all glorious as her face , A shining Jewel in a Chrystal case . Lys. 'T is a false Light , that shewes like Heav'nly Fire . Leading misguided youth , so far astray , That straight in horrid darkness't does retire ; And leaves him then where dangers fill the way . A false disease , no cunning Herb can cure , A treacherous plague , worse then a Callenture , That to the Sea-men seems delightful meads , Or tempting walks , bestrow'd with curious Flowers , Then head long him into the Ocean leads , Where the next wave his giddy life devours . Eph. You shall not rail on Beauty I adore ; 'T is an offence , and I will hear no more . Lys. You shall in ignorance no longer rove ; Know then 't is Parisatis that I Love. Eph. I see your kindness now ; she is the shelf , You bid me shun , on which you 'd spilt your self : Now I perceive , when Alexander chose You out before the rest , to go for Thrace , Why you rejoy●'d , and triumph'd at the cause ; Only to be first happy in my place . 'T was Parisatis then that made you fly With wings of Love , and not of loyalty . Lys. 'T was in defence of Love : can he be blam'd , That sues for aid , when there is War proclaim'd ; When you and Alexander lots did cast For all my hopes , 't was time for me to haste . Eph. Y' are come too late , and you resist in vain , What Heav'n , and Alexander both ordain , Lys. I first this Jewel in my heart did wear ; You ne're had seen 't , but spi'd it shining there Then when you knew , that I did Love before , You have unjustly robb'd me of my store : I hid her like a Treasure in the ground , Which you unkindly have dug up , and found ; Like one who all his life have toil'd for wealth , Spoil'd in a moment ; and undone by stealth . Eph. Because you were born first , and first had sight , Must I in darkness live , and ne're see light , Must he that miss'd , and saw the Sun not rise , Never hereafter see it in the Skyes ? You may come short , unless you mend your pace ; Who last sets out , may soonest win the race , Lys. Take heed ; ill fate persues thee in the Chase : I , in the midst of thy Carreer , will stay , And stand like a Colossus in thy way . Though you with charms of youth , a●d beauty see This glorious Sun shall be too quick for thee . Or if it been't ; I like a storm will rise , And in Eclipse convey it from thy Eyes . Eph. What then , you think , that I can be afraid ? I fear you not , though you my youth upbraid ; Though you with ods of years , and strength assail , Young as I am , I can , and will prevail ; Full of the Deity , I am above Thy reach , and walk inchanted by my Love ; Safe in his Magick Circle round my heart ; Who bears Loves wounds , can fear no other smart . Lys. No more , when next thou seest her , thou shalt dy , Although that minute , you for refuge flye To Alexanders arms for Sanctuary . Eph. Thinkest thou , whom Alexander loves , to fright ? No , then , to let you see , that I dare fight ? I Love her dearly ; by the Gods I do ; I Love her Yes , and will , in spight of you . Now I 'le go to her , and if I mustd ye , It shall be there , in death of extasie ; Upon her breast , as in a trance I 'le roll , Drowning in sweets , that fill the precious bowl And on her Lips , leave my departing Soul. [ offers to go out . Lys. Come back again What shall I do ? I will But thou presumest on Alexander still● I 'le to my self this satisfaction give . Though after thee , I know I must not live . As they begin to fight , enter Oroondates , and Araxis , at distance , which makes Lysimachus and Ephestion go out , and defer fighting . Lys. Draw Sir Eph. Behold , we cannot end our strife Lys. Curst chance ! This but prolongs thy sickly life . [ Exeunt Lys. and Eph. Manent Oroon . and Ara●is . Oroon . Ha! Le ts retire ; we cannot be alone , Arax . One is Lysimichus See , they are gone . Oroon . Of all the Grecian Captains , I 've been told , That he excells in Virtue , and is bold . Whoe 's the other ? Arax . I know not what ●e's call'd ; Both gracious with the King ; but I admire , They seem'd surpris'd , and did from us retire . Oroon . This is the place , and this the blessed hour . Leave me a while upon the long'd for shore ; Leave me . Arax . See Sir , as when a storm is o're Now y' are arriv'd , it scatters , and it clears , And she like Ven●● on the sand appears . [ Exit . Araxis Enter to them Statira , Parisatis , Melanthe , and attendants . Oroon . Now is the light just fallen from the Skyes . And blushes like the morn adorns those eyes . Sta. Ah Oroondates , grasp me not not so ha●d , Oroon . Deny me not this innocent reward , [ kisses her Hand . As the kind Sun does to a frozen boat , Bridle the poor Bark into a float Then gently bathing o're it's melting sides , It lifts it self above the swelling tides ! All those thick Joyes that lay conceal'd below , Swell o're the brink , and their long bounds o're flow . Sta. Ah Oroondates , I have newes to tell Will sink your Soul , and chain the Powers of Hell. Oroon . Think not Statira , that my breast can own A passion for the lo●ing of my Throne , Thou brighter Jewel than the Scythian Crown . Be thou but constant , as thou now art kind , I shall a lasting Throne of greatness find , More Riches , then in all the World there shines , In Diamond quarries , or in Golden mines : There is no wealth , but what abounds in thee , Thou sweetest Soul , thou true Felicity . Re-enter to them Araxis , in 〈◊〉 Ar●x . I haste , and yet I fear I come too slow ; Like a huge Torrent that does overflow ; The King is here , and ha's surpris'd you now . Sta. What shall we do ? Oroon . Heedless Araxis thou Par. Go you , leave Oroondates here with me . Oroon . There is no shape that virtue fears to see : Here I will stand in thy defence of Love , Like Iove himself , and dare this Son of Iove . Sta. Go , go , you put my soul upon the wrack ! Fly this unhappy ground Enter to them Alexander , Cassander , Phillip , Bagistanes and Attendants . Guards . Alex. Stay Sir ; come back . What art , that darest such saucy , Courtship shew ? And bend to th' shrine , where I presume to bow . Sta. Retire Sir from the King ; I 'le undertake . Alex. By all the Gods , he stirs not for your sake . Oroon . Do not for me to the least doubt resign ; Nought , but your fears can shake a heart like mine . Alex. Tell me great Iove , who cou'd suspect to see So false a soul , in such a shape as she ? Where sacred Virtue wilt thou shew thy face , When such as she lookes with deceitful grace , Methoughts I saw her high Illustrious mind Sate only with severity inshrin'd , And thought her like a stream , whose modest tyde Does in Meanders from the Mountains glide ; Yet every where the bottom is so cleer , Through all its Christal golden sands appear Convey away this upstart of my heart . Yet I will know thee first Say , what thou art ? Oroo . I turn to tell thee , that it was not fear ; When you have known me , you 'l confess I dare . I ne're was question'd , and deny'd my name , Do you not know me then , nor who I am ? Sta. Y' are mad , and wou'd your self in vain disclose : For Alexander none , but Princes knowes . Alex. You urge the more ; I 'le know him e're'e goes Oroo . Behold ; have you not seen this face in War ? Alex. I think I might , then tell me who you are . Sta. I 'le tell you who he is , let him be gone ; His person cannot merit to be known . Oroo . T is Oroondates that you see again . Alex. What Oroondates , that we heard was ●●ain ! Oroo . Yes Alexander , that unhappy Man , Whose Crown , and Empire to your fortunes ran , With base submission , which your Armes nere won , not can . Alex. If you somuch your single valour prize , How came you hither , in a tame disguise ? And shun my presence , like the Birds of Night , Which us'd to darkness dare's not see the light . Dealing unlike a Prince , in dark designes , And like a Coward , workes and undermines . Oroo . Thus I wou'd shew , didst thou not hide my face Stand from before me in this blessed place . Then bate the ods thy Mistress fortune gain'd And this fair Queen in judgment of us stand . Though like a flaming Beacon thou doest fright Tame Nations , I d'e look up , and shine as bright . Alex. Then you can boast of what she me deny'd And shew'd her scorne , I took for noble pride . Sta. If thou art gallant , Alexander , know , That I so much to Oroondates owe , Your self wou'd think I cannot less bestow . If more than Freind , Darius life to save , The hazard of his Crown , and fortune gave , And this is all the pity I have shewn ; A mean reward for losing of a Crown , Tygers , and Monsters wou'd forsake their kind , And melt , where so much gratitude they find . Alex. Women when pleas'd their eager loves to show , Swift with the stream of inclination go , But if against that Tyde , they move but slow . Y' are over just , where fancy shewes the way , But leave your debt of honour still to pay . Who can resist the Torrent of your wills , That run more fierce , and cross than Fortunes wheels ? Wretched is he whose love maintaines your pride , More then the slave that to the Galli's ty'd , Who sweates , and labours , all for stripes and scorne . Sta. Your mind is toss'd ; o're Seas of passion borne . Know that my soul , scorning the Pompe of life , Made me refuse to be the greatest wife , And mount that Throne , my Fathers ruine built , Making me guilty of the blood you spilt . My vertue aim'd and shot the mark more high , Holding me here when I might safely flye ; And rather chose your Chaines , then let my soul By flight be stain'd with a reproach so foul . Oroo . Your cruel vertue , so severe inclin'd , Hath been to me and to your self unkind . Alex. Flatter thy self , but thou shalt never find One Jealous coward thought defame my mind , My fortune like the Ocean that indures Contrary windes , and all less streams devours , Can ne're be Jealous , or afraid of yours . Oroo . That fortune ne're had gain'd the Scythian State , Had Oroondates but suspected fate ; Kings by false subjects are at first ador'd , As fickle Nations court the rising Sun , Blest with the sweet delight it does afford , Till it has gain'd i'ts highest State at noon , Then they forsake ; and from its warmth they run . Alex. I did from conquest of your Crown retreat , Too little , to make Alexander great ; Scar'd with the height , to which my name did swell , And stunn'd with noise of all my Arms , it fell . I court no ●awning Kingdomes to obtain ; The world it self does to my Fortune chain , That sayes I shall a stand of greatness be , Where Nations flow , as Channels to the Sea. Nobler Ambition does my fancy move ; I like the gallant Eagle soar above , And stoop to nothing , but the lure of love . You do my Rival then your self create . Oroo . Witness ye Gods , I glory more in that , Than all the world can give , or th' smiles of fate . I will not change the bliss that name can bring , To be as great as thou , to be in heaven a King. Nor quit the hopes my lingering love shall gain , That like a Saint indures with zealous pain , Till heav'n he gets through stormes of sighs and tears like rain . Alex. That heav'n which you with such fair hopes persue , You may behold , but ne're to be injoy'd by you : Yet , though my Rival , I will ease your grief , And to the worst of pains will give releif ; I 'le part your sight , which else must needs destroy , Seeing that heav'n ; which you can ne're enjoy . Go where thou wilt , but never see her more . Sta. Go Oroondates , whom , the Gods restore . Oroo . Go Oroondates ! Gods can you consent , That I shou'd dye for you in Banishment ! I do not fear thee , and I will not stir ; No , wert thou more then death a Conquerour ; I in the worlds behalf will stand alone , And pull back all the spoils that deck thy Throne Tear me to Atomes pull my Eyes out quite , Thou may'st as well part water and divide the light , As think my soul can live out of her sight . Alex. Thou shalt , and live to see me only blest , Crown'd with her Love , inthron'd within her Breast . Our joyes shall so Majestickly appear , That thou shalt tremble , and not dare come near , But hide thy face , for envy , and for fear . Oroo . Not dare come near ! Beware that fatal time , When I shall surely snatch thee in thy prime : This Cloud thou fearest , shall then disolve in Rain , And pours upon thee like a Hurry-Cane . I tell thee , King , that I durst reach thy heart , Big with the horrid world , as now thou art : Had'st thou the plague before , and Hell behind , I in the midst wou'd thy dread Carkasse find ; Nay were it mortal , where thou send'st thy breath , My furious haste shou'd blunt thy threatning death . Alex. Livest thou to threaten whom the Gods defend ? Convey him straight to his eternal end Death shall reward the valour you pretend . Sta. Hold Alexander , hold , He shall not go ; I ne're did beg of you , nor will I now ; Yet I dare boldly say , he shall not dy , Unless his life with loss of mine you buy . The life I brought in danger to be slain , I am oblig'd in honour to maintain . Alex. Gods. Did I ever yet resolve in vain ! Where be thy Conqu●sts now that fill'd the world , That by a woman here , thy resolution 's hurld ? It shall be said that Alexander once was lost , And in a labouring Sea of love was tost ; I will submit to be thy slave , O Love , To please my self , as did my Father Iove Cassander , I will but his doom inlarge Let Oroondates be your strictest Charge . Oroo . Gods. How I hate this life you wou'd res●ore , That nor my freedome's justly in your power ; Thy honour cannot let me be betray'd , I was thy Prisoner once , and ransome paid . Alex. If thou wert so , 't was when thou wert 〈◊〉 Th' art Oroondates now , and claim'st a Crown . Convey him hence It is my last decree . Oroo , They dare not do 't , no , not thy Guards , nor thee . Sta. Bear Oroondates , what the Gods ordain ; If you resist , you 'l merit my disdain . Both heav'n , and Love will for our safeties joyn : Are Chains so grevious in the sight of mine ? Alex. Sure such a spirit did from heav'n descend . So great and true , we know not where 't will bend . Exeunt Statira in anger , and Alexander attended , follows her . Manent Oroondates , Cassander , Araxis , Guards . Cass. Methinks your looks such gallant rage do shew As sits upon an angry Lyons brow : Your lofty mind above the world is born , And payes its Idle rage with noble scorn . Retire , and till I call , approach not neer [ to the Guard Let me be heard , Sir , with your private ear . [ to Oroondates Oroo . His presence Sir with mine you may indure : [ meaning Araxis . For all my secrets , in his Breast are sure . Cass. Fortune has set a man upon her wheel , That never sees , how it goes downward still . More then Prometheus plagues from Hell'e brings , And heaps and layes them on the Necks of Kings . Look up thou more than Man and all divine , Bearing the honour of th' Ars●acean Line Upon thy highest top , spred like a Lofty Pine : With all thy Scythian Glories dart upon , And shrink the world again to Macedon . Oroo . Wherefore this great Civillity to me ? Your words have meaning too I cannot see . Cass. Look up , and never do the Cause inquire , But quench this Flame that sets the world on Fire ; To rid the Earth of Alexanders life , To ease Mankind of universal strife , Your Crown restore , and bless you with a wife . Oroo . Were I releas'd , and from his Fetters freed , And had the possibility of such a deed ; Though to be more th●n he by such an Act , I 'd fly the horrour of so base a fact ; I 'd kill him , but I wou'd not by surprise ; It shou'd be then when most secure ' e lies , When all his Guards are watching of his Eyes , i th' Face of Iove and in the clearest day ; When heav'n that saw 't , shou'd nothing have to say . Cass. In rules of virtue you are too sublime ; Why shou'd it be to kill him such a Crime ? Wou'd you not crush that viper if you cou'd , That threatens with his sting your dearest blood ; That fatal Man that stabbs your soul in her ; I' th' discipline of virtue , I 'd go far , But fair Statira's Love I wou'd prefer . Oroo . Convey me straight into the darkest hole ; Let me live ever like a dungeon Mole . Rather than see the light with such a soul ; But thou that showest me this ignoble way , Art sent by him that wou'd my life betray . Cass. No by the Gods , from him it was not meant : I 've try'd , and found you hard to honour bent : I see your soul , and nothing else design'd , But my true breast a harbour for your mind , Where you might rest your heart serene , and free From tempests and your self in safety see , Your Godlike mind at such a prize I rate , That , though I pity , and deplore your Fate , I cannot but admire , and imitate . Accept the freedome that your soul does wear , And I the fault of your escape will bear . Oroo . Thou tryest my mind , and yet doest think I fear . Go on , let me the ruggedst usage feel ; Thou hast one us'd to such misfortune still , That alwayes holds the Vessel that they fill With patient steddy hands , that never spill So when I can , your kindness I 'le restore . [ Exit Oroo . with Guards Cass. My words are thrown , like dust upon the shore . This Treason then my self will bear alone Under whose mighty weight the Fates do grone Sweating in clouds of horrour the evening Sun Shall see th● greatest deed that e're was done . [ Exit Cassander . Finis Actus Tertii .
Actus Quartus , Scaena Prima . Cassander , and Phillip severally . Cass. reading a Letter , Phil. WWhat news Cassander , have you heard from home ? Cass. News , Phillip , that concernes the mightyest doom ; A sovereigne Balme for the sick world is come . A certain trick for Phillips mad brain'd Son , T'unravel all that Fate for him has done ; Such News , that heav'n by me alone commends , And to the world it 's pretious freedome sends . The Gods have fate ; 〈…〉 They 'l change their great 〈…〉 My aged Father pours in 〈…〉 Fresh blood , and ha's begotten me again Phil. The King I left inrag'd , and in a Flame At Letters too that from my Father came . Cass. Let him be so , as long as 't is his last ; It is decre'd he cannot burn too 〈…〉 See here the greatest , and most powerful 〈◊〉 mind , Pull'd from the very heart , and root of Hell , Hatch'd in designe from Aristotles skull To whom the subtil'st Feind of Hell is dull ; Thou ne're coud'st find the flowing of the sea , But this shall be of greater fame to thee . Never let that disturb thy 〈◊〉 , That canst an Ebb for the worlds Torrent find . [ Phillip takes and r●ads the Letter● Phil. Antipater our Father does impart A secret found by Aristotles Art ; A Juice so fierce , and subtil● , that no Case , Nothing can hold it , whence that will not pa●s But the cold hoofe of a scorn'd heavy 〈◊〉 . This deadly poyson now from Greece is brought , To give to Alexander in a draught . Cass. Neer high Olympus'e Crown'd with lofty Wood , Under its shade , where mighty 〈…〉 That ne're sees Sun by day , nor 〈◊〉 by night , But with it's bending Front still 〈◊〉 at the light ; In whose damp Beds , where grow immortal stings , Clouds of dark spirits descend , and 〈◊〉 their wings ; Then o're the world with molting Feathers fly , And 〈◊〉 plagues , that breed Mortality . From thence this mighty Tutor took a weed , And did thereof this deadly drink compound , That to his heart who ●●inks , it flyes with speed , And in his death no sign of poyson's Fo●nd ! Phil. Can the Fates suffer that so base a thing Conspire the death of the worlds mighty King ! In this thou art in thy misfort●ne 〈◊〉 ; All things deny to bear it 〈…〉 , But the most Coward , and ignoble Beast . But when ; when shall be done this mighty 〈◊〉 Cass. No longer then this day it is decreed . Phil. You bear the Cup , and you may 〈…〉 Cass. By heav'n the thought does my 〈…〉 This night I 'le do 't , in his proud 〈◊〉 , And send him to his 〈…〉 . Oh how I burn , ●nd how my Cheeks still glow ! Since like a patient Boy I took that blow . Phil. I wish we were of Oroondates sure . Cass. Virtu's his guard , and holds him too secure ; Only we two must all the brunt indure . Lysimachus I fear will not be won , And others too , who will be glad when't's done , And stand amongst the foremost for their sh●re ; But for our own proportion , first let 's care ; You have your Armys won , and soon shall gain Syria and over all the East shall raign , And I by right , Antipaters first Son Shall him suceed , o're 〈◊〉 , and Macedon . Enter to them Bagistanes . Bag. The King in hast does for your prisoner call Such labouring Tempests toss his mighty soul , That we , as when from heav'n 〈◊〉 Thunder hear , Crouch , and a blasting storme of lightning fear . H 'as for the Ambass●dours of 〈◊〉 sent ; The Go●s yet only know what 's his intent . Cass. I 'le instantly his gallant Rival bring Phillip make haste , and in my 〈◊〉 place The Macedonian Guards about the King. Exeunt Cassander and Phillip 〈◊〉 Manet Bagistanes . Enter to him Statira attended . Sta. What change now weares the worlds inconstant Face● What can its Masters mighty mind displace ? Why glories he i' th' fetters of the brave That to thevanquish'd world is more a slave● Ah Bagistanes , all my hopes● still blast ; All my delights before enjoyment 〈◊〉 , My envious star deny me but a 〈◊〉 The King does now for Oroondates send , His rage in pompe does mighty 〈◊〉 attend ; He means to sit in Triumph on his end . Bag. You only now can Guard his innocence ; The Gods you serve have arm'd you with 〈◊〉 Beauty like yours can never want the power To break the heart of this great 〈…〉 Go , interpole e're Oroondates dyes Revert the blow with ' Glories of you● 〈◊〉 Whole Armies have been often broke in 〈◊〉 , And wounded by the Sun with too much light ; This cloud but while you come , may overcast , But can no longer o're your Beauty last . Enter to them Oroondates , Araxis , and guards . See where the Noble generous Prince appears ; How like a lofty ship up in a storm ' ebears . I go to see how the Kings passion cleeres . [ Exit Bagistanes Oroo . What heav'n is this I meet with in the way ? Nothing can prove unfortunate to day . Thou light , thou better Genius of my soul ; Goddess of life , that does my Fate controul ; The kindest Gods have sent thee from above , With their divinest pow'r to rescue Love. Sta. You Oroondates are your owne reward ; 'T is your own virtue does it's person guard ; ●fall I have can your protection bear , You need not doubt to find your safety here . 〈◊〉 Brightness , and heav'n are dwelling in that Breast , 〈◊〉 but a God shou'd with that seat be blest , Thou soft Elisium of eternal rest . When first my heart was on Loves Altar layd , So pure , and sacred , heav'n the offering made , And in acceptance of i'ts chast desire , Burn't and consum'd it all with heav'nly fire● The flame has purifi'd my breast so fine , You may behold my weeping soul within . Sta. My soul in vain lookes through it's mortal Cage , And spying yours , does mourne to disingage , Wishing to fly from Alexander's rage . Where shall they meet these spirits so alli'd ? As two pent Birds that one another spi'd , We faine wou'd flye , forgetting that we 're ty'd . What heavy Cloggs the envious Body prove , To break the heart of our aspiring Love ? Cou'd we now lay these Earthly Robes , but by , Like darting star , we 'd shoot , and stick the sky , And with the highest brightest Planets showe , And dwell where Alexander ne're shall go , There we wou'd raigne , and let him raign below . Oroo . We 'l chain this flesh , and our proud 〈…〉 , Letting our souls out of their windowes fly . Our Loves like souls their prisons shall despise , And meet each other flowing from our Eyes . There they shall mingle ; 〈…〉 , As Lymbecks draw , shall 〈◊〉 them with delight ; Our humble Bodies in the rear shall stand , Like two drawn Armies , ready at command ; That when our soules , their cheifs , in parly joyn , They shall 〈…〉 , or repine . Sta. Hold Oroondates cease this killing strife ; Give me my soul 〈…〉 ; Against thy self thou yest these forward hands , That wou'd make Alexander stoop at their commands : Lost and undone , if I do longer stay , My ravish'd sences all will fly away , They through my Eyes will their swi●t passage break And leave my tongue 〈…〉 Re-enter to them Cassander . Cass. The mighty King of all the world possest , With all things , but the fair Stati●● , Calls for the Prince , and to this place drawes near ; Like the gay seasons that adorne the year . Sta I 'le frown , if he but dares to disobey , And blast him with a winters 〈◊〉 day . Exit Statira attended . Oroo . Thus as a Curtain 〈…〉 . Sh 'as Snatch'd my sight , and I must 〈◊〉 this night . It is ordain'd that I bless●d sun : In deepest shadows then I 'le lay me down , And never more shall see the 〈…〉 Statira then , thy 〈…〉 ; Thy Be●nties , and my 〈…〉 Over my grave thou wile more 〈◊〉 rise . The Seene drawes , and as on After is 〈◊〉 Alexander , Ephestion , Statira , Parhatis , Ly●machus , Phillip , Bagistanes , Scythian Ambassadmis , 〈…〉 and other attendants in great State , Preists , Statue 〈◊〉 Hamon , Alexander comes upon the Stage , reasing 〈◊〉 . Alex. Cassau●●er Cass. Sir Ic●meat your Command With joy approach , and 〈◊〉 attention stand , Alex. Read these for from Alexander they came , That dares protest Olympi● is to blame . He much against her government complains , Sayes he is wrong'd , whilest she wou'd take the paines There is the like from Aristotle too , That writes what false Antipater has said , is true ; But I 'le let Aristotle know one tear From my dear Mothers Eyes can wash her clear , And drown a thousand thoughts that are severe . What ail the Preists ! They tremble , and look pale , And all in fears forsake the sacred Rail . Give me the Bowl , and the Gods drink prepare . Pre. The mighty Iove's offended at our prayer : We had done all , we thought , that Heav'n could prise , Yet to th' alknowing God there did arise Something displeasing in our sacrifice , We kill'd a lusty slave , and of his blood , The altar , and the sacred fire bestrow'd , With richest Gumes , and forraign spices made , That wou'd the ransome of a King have paid . Just in that moment which our thoughts inspire , A cloud with thunder did from Heav'n retire And quench'd , and scatter'd all the holy fire ; A horrid darkness fill'd the Temple round , And of faint Groves was heard a dreadful sound . Alex. T' attone the Gods with all our power we 'l strive , I have a Nobler sacrifice to give , And vow this hour the offering to make [ Alex. looking towards Oroon . Oroo . Where is this sacrifice that you bespeak ? Is all this Cerimony for my sake ? Thinkest thou to fright me with this bloody deed , To be the sacrifice that here must bleed ? Sta. The Gods protect the King from such a thought . Oroo . Is mine the life that thy false Preists have bought ? With shew of piety to cover fa●e , And treat the Gods 〈◊〉 bloody Scenes they hate . Swift veng●ance have they for this Act in store . And after I am dead , they 'l thunder more . Alex. I find that thou with groveling sense doest move , And canst not understand the Son of Iove : The Gods that Alex●nder made , did lend A soul too great for thee to comprehend . Your self shall be the Judge of your own case ; Were I 〈◊〉 yours , and you in Alexanders place ? Were Oroondates next the Gods above , And I a slave in●rench'd upon his Love ; What Mercy , or what Justice wou'd you shower On such a ●ne you held within your power ? Oroo . 〈◊〉 I the Monarch of the world thou art , I de look beneath me with a G●dlike heart ; Not rob the humblest shepherds of their sleepes , Whom harmless Love in careless ●lumbers keeps ; Wert thou my slave and wert condemn'd this hour , I wou'd thy Love and wou'd thy throne restore , And give thee past thy power of wishing more ; That thy vast spirit shou'd into wonder shrink I 'de do ; what thou hast not a soul to think . Alex. Brave as thou art , thou canst not y●t come nigh ; Thou shalt not have a thought to wish so high , But I will reach it , and above it fly Madam I 've sent for Oroondates with designe , That he may see how far above you shine , And with your sacred virtue rule his fate , and mine . Oroo . Having so bright an Object thou must do What to her Beauty , and thy fame is due . Alex. I will not have my love prescrib'd by you ; Yet I 'le be both to Love and honour true . The sacred pow'r of faire Statira's charmes Has priviledg'd your person here from harmes : Recourse to Love has wash'd away your guilt , It shan't be said that I so roughly dealt , To see your Blood in her protection spilt Take that from me which none but I wou'd spare , Your life , Your freedom too , as unconfin'd as Aire . Ambassadours of Sythia , you are free ; Give Oroondates what you gave to mee . With life and freedom I restore your Throne , And with that sacrifice the Gods attone . And for this victime on the Altar kill'd If they 're not pleas'd with blood already spill'd , They shall with thousands offer'd in the field , Sta. You have deserv'd , great Sir , and give us cause To think the world most happy in your lawes ; This Act beyond the Glass of time shall run , This gallant Act as clear as is the Sun , Which none but Alexander could have done . It doth my thanks and admiration raise ; So great , t is undervalu'd by my praise . Oroo . Though in this publique Act you have deserv'd , Virtu's not lost that has not been observ'd ; The Sun whose light sometimes we cannot see , Yet rules the world by secret Sympathy : I wou'd appear , but am eclips'd by you . If thou art Noble 〈◊〉 our hopes persue . Alex. What wouldst thou have ? What is there yet to do ? Sta. Nothing , for you beyond just hopes aspire , And to do more is past the Gods desire . [ Preist gives Cassander the bowl , he offer● , it Alexander on his knees . Cass. The greatest God that you the world has giv'n , To rule on Earth , as he does rule in heav'n , That God who does all other Gods controll . Drinks to his Son in this Immortal Bowl . Let heav'● look down with most auspicious Eyes , Whiles Ioves imperial Son does sacrifice . Alex. takes the C●p , 〈◊〉 bowes to the Alta● . Alex. Accept , great Ioves , the Son whom thou hast crown'd , Who was the first thy secret Temple found , Seated beyond the world in holy Ground . Past barren Lybia , and it 's dearest Lands , Through hot parch'd Grounds , and over burning sands As the first ●ru●tes of all thou gav'st to mee , I sacrifice the world again to thee , 〈◊〉 drink this Cup of Immortality , Whiles Alexander drinks , the Statue of Jupiter Hamon falls down , with thunder , and lightning and kills the Preists . Alex. le ts fall the Bowl . Alex. Ye . Gods what 's wanting in such vowes as these , That can the soul of Iupiter displease ? I 'le send in haste for the most cunning Spyes To search the Oracle o' th' Deities But I 'le through fate this dreadful Riddle find . And know why Iove can be to me unkind . Cass. We are be●rai'd by these base Prodigies , The Language of the tell-tale Deities ; Philip stand firme I 'll bear the guilt of all , least thou shou'dst sink , And take the rest of the most fatal drink I charge ethee stay me not [ exit , Phillip offers to hold 〈◊〉 Eph. Ah Sir , re●ire from this most horrid sight ; I wish you had not sacrifi●'d to night : A dream last night disturb'd my quiet rest ; Me thought I ( leaning on your noble Breast ) Was in a moment snatch'd , and dispossest : A flaming Charriot did from heav'n appear , And took you in , wh●lest I look'd up with fear , And saw you shine a Constellation there : The Charriot gone that fill'd the place so bright , I 〈◊〉 no Ground and ●nk in Darkness quite . Alex. Let not such fears thy gentle thoug●t● divide ; This clream fortels thou 〈…〉 chariotride , With lovely Parisatis by thy side . This way we will appeale the angry Iove , And qu●nch his rage with sacrifice of love● [ to Oroondates To morrow Rival if thou darest be bold , Mine and Ephestions marriage to behold , Then in this place the solemn Rites we 'l hold . Oroo . That sight wou'd cancel all that 's due from me , And from this gen'rous Act wou'd set me free , When you take back the life that you did give , And in ten thousand Deaths wou'd make me live , Alex. Then your own time for your departure take ; All shall be granted for Statira's sake ; But for her self , thou mayest behold her here ; But henceforth , as a Star , above thy Sphere , Where she shall raign the Queen of all the world . Oroo . First let my Soul be to the Furies hurld . Ly● . Still in this Circle doest thou safe remain . to Ephession . [ Exeunt Alexander leading Statira , Ephestion and 〈◊〉 striving both to lead Parisatis . Manent Oroondates , Araxis , and Scythian Ambassadours . Oroo : She 's gone for ever , all my hopes are vain ; I 'me backwards dash'd upon the Sea again ; The wealth I thought I had , I did not hold ; As Misers dream , and think they grasp their Gold ; So the tir'd wretch with swimming looking round , Prepares his feet in hopes to touch the Ground , But finding none he straight is sunk , and drown'd . Ara. T' were fit you talk'd of some thing that procures A grateful peace with your Ambassadours . Oroo . These are the furies of the peoples Brain , That dare to sit upon a Monarchs raign ; Not all the fire , nor all the feinds of Hell Can Act the rage that in Plebeians dwell ; Wh●n they are mad and know not what 't is for , Like winds they bustle , and 〈◊〉 Waves they roar ; On those above 'em look with Envies stings , And mad because they cannot all be Kings : Ara. At Kings they let their gorged stomachs fly , Belching out treason , sprung from 〈◊〉 , Behold with censures still 〈…〉 , As base Astronomers look up and prey Into the Glorious Planets of the sky . Oroo . Mercy the curse of Monarchs in this age , That breeds this plague , that shou'd be quell'd by rage ; I 'le like a Lion shake my angry Locks And fright the Souls out of this Coward Herd , And make them put their Necks into their Yoaks Amb. Great Prince Oroo . Be gone You shall have your reward You thought me dead , or els from pow'r debar'd ; I 'le send you home with Chaines upon your feet , With that reward you shall your Masters greet . [ Exeunt Amb. bowing Ara. What shall we do Sir ? shall we go or sta To morrow is the great , and fatal day , That takes your Love , more than your life away Oroo . I 'le stay , and dare the worst till it be past , Till Love in spite has thrown his utmost cast ; Then as the Body of on sense bereft , Increases in the other senses left , Honour shall side and help the weaker part , And rouze with Noble deeds my sinking heart . I 'le follow Armes till my loud Fame shall prov● As great a Rival to him , as my Love : His Jealo●s soul shall fly to find me out , Through all Loves Charms that fence his heart about . Reenter to them Lysimachus . Lys. When shall this breast be free from Jealous pain ? Ye Gods ! Am I prevented once again ? Oroo . My Eyes deceive me , if it be not true , You are Lysimachus , to whom all worth is due . Lys. The brave , and valiant Oroondates you , Whose mighty mind above the fates aspire ; Heav'n cannot lend a grace to mount it higher ; The greatest Lover , and the bravest Man , That dare doe more than Alexander can . Oroo . You make me blush at what I can't deserve● Such praise my modesty must not observe . Lys. Cease Oroondates ; mark the threatning shower That hangs o're us To morrow brings the hour , When both our Loves shall feel Tyrannick power . Besides your self , there is one wretched more , Who Parisatis does in vain adore ; Yet there 's a glimpse of hope my fate procures , Which I will follow , that is not in yours : Statira ne're can hope to be your wife , Without attempt on Alexander's life : The Gods protect the greatest King from harms ; But had Ephestion Parisatis hand , Though bound by Hymenyal sacred Charmes ; Without the aw of Duty or command , I 'de snatch him out of hers , and Alexander's Armes . Reenter to them Ephestion . Look where this lov'd Ephestion does appear . Oroo . Let him not see that we are talking here . Lys. This moment is an Age while you retire . Exeunt Oroondates , and Araxis . Eph. Lysimachus , I come at your desire ; I read your looks and understand your sign , And hope you did not misinterpret mine ; Though you have call'd me from my only bliss , And greatest pleasure that on Earth there is . Lys. For all that I can say , it is decreed , That you 'l run on , and Love with fatal speed . Eph. To morrow e're the Sun forsake the Morne , A bride shall be by Parisatis worne , And thou a poor neglected Rival burn . The Gods with musick of the sphere shall move , And fill the Temple with delights above , To usher Alexander's , and Ephestion's Love. Lys. T w'ere fit before , that you your self went there , And did in time this Heav'nly Masque prepare ; 'T will ease the Gods of an important care Darest thou defend thy false , and treacherous flame ? Eph. Against the Starres in Parisatis name . Lys. Those Starres are angry , and , thy life conspire ; Therefore desist , and from her Love retire : Feed not thy youth with such a vain design ; For by the Gods , she never shall be thine . Eph. The Gods are pleas'd and will in time fulfill , What they'v decreed in Alexander's will ; But you are Mad ; I 'le give you leave to talk . Lys. Follow me then into the Cyprus walk . Eph. Go on ; I fear not all thy strength , and ods . Lys. Nor I , wert thou the Minion of the Gods. Eph. I follow thee May Parisatis charmes Crown but my Love , as Love shall Crown my Arms. [ Exeunt Omnes Finis Actus Quarti .
Actus Quintus , Scaena Prima . Alexander discover'd in torment , Statira , Bagistanes , And Captains . Alex. O There it went , and struck through ev'ry part ; The hand that from my Bosom pul'd a Dart Ne're felt me tremble with the sudain smart ; But this like lightening parches every vein , And lends to death a thousand speares in pain . What have I done ye Gods that you give o're ? Was I so great that I cou'd be no more ? Great Iove , did my vast name so ponderous stand , Not to be fix'd by thy immortal hand ? Ephestion Ah the Torment that I feel ; The world turnes guiddy and begins to reel , 〈◊〉 on one side , and shewes its fatal keel Sta. Heav'n keep the thought of treason from your mind ; The Gods be to your noble life more kind ; I wish by Methres I had bin your wife , Rather than you shou'd think I hate your life● Alex. Far be my soul from such a thought possest , That Sin should dwell in your Illustrious breast . Sta. Ah may you find more worlds , and them subdue , If you can be so kind to think me true . Alex. Most generous Princess , by the Gods I do : All that besides a God can feel , I 'le bear , And think no mortal man such treason dare ; If such a Monster on the Earth were bred , Through all my pangs of Death , I 'de look him dead . I 'de pull back life , and wou'd that strength recall , Which held the world , and on his head wou'd let it fall . Bag. Send for Physitians Sir , to give you ease , That will consult , and find out your disease . Alex. That were to storm my life with greater force ; Physitians were invented for a Curse , To plague Mankind , and make diseases worse . Phil. Who knowes ; but your distemper is the same , When after bathing in cold Cydims ●lood , No sooner you out of the water came , But such un●sual paines did 〈◊〉 your Blood. Alex. ●h there it hit me with a fatal blow ; That when I 'de hold of life , it made me bow , Loosing my hands and faintly let it go Ephestion Where 's Ephestion ? Run , straight , fly ; Shall I not see Ephestion ere I dy ? What have you done with him ? Go fetch him straight ; D' ye stand ? Go fetch him e're it be too late . [ Exit one of the Captaines , Alex. turnes to Statir a weeping Strange tickling paines through all my senses creep , With joy in Anguish bred , to see you weep . O save those tears you shed , each pretious drop , The wealth thereof a sinking State wou'd prop. Sta. Weak , and defenceless my poor grief appears ; Cou'd I but with these Floods your paines disperse ; I 'de melt my heart , and weep it out in tears , Alex. My dear Ephestion I shall never find ! Sta. How fares that heart , the greatest of Mankind ? Alex. As he whose spirit does contemn his fate , Bearing a heavy burthen on his Back , Stretches , and rises with the mighty weight : Such strength brave minds from their misfortunes take . Madam , the time will come that I 'le ly low ; This lofty tow'ring Pinacle must bow , And you 'l be rid of this great Man that made a show ; As a bright Star , the darling of the sky , That you behold so glorious , and so high , Drops on a sudain from your wondering Eye . Sta. Oh say not so , unless you take me too , Or stay you here and let me dy for you . Alex. I will not dy : You 'l see that I can rise , Bles● by your hand , and guided by your Eyes [ Alex. rises up supported by Statira . Ephestion come , we will new worlds obtain , Let loose the old and hunt it o're again . Enter to them Ephestion wounded , led in by Parisatis , and a Captain . Ephestion and Parisatis sit down on one side of Alexander , and Statira on the other Eph. O bear me quickly ; do not let me stay But if you stir you take my life away . [ to Par. Offering to unband him . Break wretched heart , 'T is time for thee to end Ephestion's dearest soul ; Ephestion's Friend ; [ throwes himself on Alex. What ails the joy of Men , and Gods above ? Speak dearest of my heart , dearer than Love. Alex. He 's ●aint , and pale , and his poor heart does bleed It streames O Gods ! Who did this bloody deed ? Traitors of Hell , y 'ave shew'd your utmost wrath . Ephestion ! soul , there 's treason on us both . I can the Authour of My death forgive ; But he that kill'd Ephestion shall not live . That God who raign'd auspitious at my birth , [ Offers to rise Lend me the strength , with which I held the Earth ; Cassander , and my Bands of Macedon , I 'le fetch my self , and kill ' em ev'ry one . Eph. Ah sit you still , and rest this Noble heart ; You than my wounds do give a greater smart . Lysimachus I urg'd this wound to make , And we both fought for Parisatis sake . Alex. Lives'e ye Gods ? Go fetch him instantly ; Let me the pleasure have to see him dy , Then let my soul with satisfaction fly , Now , now a thousand daggers peirce my skull : Restless , as on a Bed of spikes I ●oll . Yet I will bear it , by the Gods I can ; I 'le live to have you all condemn'd and slain , If they will grant Ephestion's health again . Eph. Ah mind not mine , whiles you neglect your own ; Long may you live , and Guide us like the Sun , And we shine by your light , as does the Moon . Leave not the world to be by fate betraid , And us to dwell in everlasting shade . Ah Parisatis ! Let not my Rival shew the King his face ; But keep him ever in that blessed space , Safe in the circled Armes of your embrace ; The Gods should not have forc'd me from that place Had I been there Par. I 'le pull him from my Breast , And you shall dwell my soul's Eternal Guest . Alex. Statira ! Oh Ephestion , how I burn ! Sta. Ye Gods ! Now all my griefes again return ! I did not think there cou'd be yet a cross , That I cou'd mourn after Darius loss . Eph. Ah Parisatis ! It is in vain , the pity you impart ; My death admits of Rivals by no Art. Give me your hand The Gods are so severe , [ to Par To grant life hence ; but then to snatch it here . [ to Alex Look down O heav●n and your own Actions mourn ; Releive the greatest Man that e're was born . Thou great , thou only excellently good , Here 's Love , and friendship swallow'd in a Flood , And drown'd in stormes of sighes , and tears of blood O the last drop that trickles from my heart ! I wish ye Gods , 't were Nectar to his smart . [ fainting Alex. He 's gone ●ee too the furious and rebellious Sun , Slave to the many Battails I have won , Ha's in this very moment broke his chain , And in revenge shot all his fire into my Brain . The Gallant Eagle too , that o're my head , So oft in sign of Victory has fled , Shook with the terrour of my fate , lyes dead . I 'le search Ioves Lap , where brighter Eagles are , 'T is a great way I 'le mount on yonder Star. See Madam , see , above the blew pav'd sky , Do you not see my dear Ephestion fly ? Eph. Lo dearest Son of Phillip , here am I : I 'le rob once more this treasure of my health . And safely in his bosom lodge the wealth , Stealing to him insensibly this kiss , And in his breast will transmigrate the bliss . [ Eph. kisses Paris . hand , then turns to Alex. See thou belov'd thy 〈◊〉 Boy , Brings the last fruites of his expiring joy . Think who thou art , thou Royal Son of Iove ; Revive that heart , that does Ephestion Love ; See I can never from this Center move . Al●x . Ah my Ephestion , art thou yet alive ! What sawcy Spirit told me thou wert dead ? Eph. I will not dye if thou wilt cease to grieve , But live to see more Crowns adorn your head : May ne're such Love their frozen spirits warm , That did the God-like Alexander harm . How fares my heart ? ●ow favours i'ts disease ? Alex. Believe me Boy that I am all o're ease ; The thoughts of this does ev'en deaths horrour please . I will Lysimachus his Pardon give , And will do any thing , if thou wilt live : Thou art my darling hopes ; if thou art slain , When I am dead , who shall the world maintain ? Or who for these fair Queens , Darius loss regain ? Enter to them Lysimachus threatning the Guards , who keep off . Lys. Be gone Who does not instantly depart , By all the Gods , this dagger 's in his heart . I need no Guards to call my duty home ; Faster I 'le fly than you can make me come . Ah Sir believe me I my life despise ; Think you I 'le live to see death close your Eyes ? Down at your feet your faithful Subject lyes , Whose life for you's an humble sacrifice . I did Ephestion wound , and that I did , I beg that I may suffer for the deed . [ Lys. kneels Par. Thou mighty soul , look with a gracious Eye ; [ Sta. and Par. kneels Ah pardon him , and be a God more high , See who 't is kneels , Statira 't is and I. Sta. Breath life , thou great , and only God-like man. Alex. Spare him that style , who nothing does nor can . My mind indeed , that struggles with my fate , But holds my shatter'd purposes too late , Shews I am Alexander yet , but no more great . Eph. By all the dearest Love that dwelt in us , Forgive , forgive the brave Lysimachus . Alex. And doest thou beg his fatal lifes reprieve . [ to Eph. Rise then , and thanks to poor Ephestion give . [ to Lys. Lys. Still I am curst and have no right to breath , Nor wish to live till you are free from death ; Thou more Illustrious than the God of war , Dark as in hell we all benighted are , To see thee drop down from us like a falling Star. Enter to them Cassander supported by two of the Guards . Cass , Quick , quickly bear me e're I sink into the Concaves of the Earth . Eph. What horrid scene of death is this ? What birth Has the base world in this one day of fate brought forth ? Alex. Thou look'st as if this Tale thou woud'st unfold , Be breif Cassander , thou wert ever bold . Cass. I by the fury of thy fate am hurl'd , And sent to fetch thee to another world . Does not th' Ambition start , to here it sai'd , New wreathes of Conquests shall adorn thy head ; Lawrels that time ne're kills , nor envy fades , But flourish thick in everlasting shades , 'T is past thy own proud heart to be again By Iove , great Alexander thou art slain ; Thou canst not l●ve an hour Eph. Forbid O heaven ! Sta. And the all mighty Sun. Eph. Unsay what thou hast said . Alex. Let him go on . Cass. Hadst thou a thousand lives to guard thy soul , In Hercules his cup th' ast lost 'em all , And drown'd thy self in that immortal bowl . This in revenge of blood the Gods have done , Much for the world , but more for Macedon , For Clytus , brave Parmenio , and his Son. Eph. Where was this treason damn'd in Hell begot ? Alex. Live , and discover who was in the plot . Cass. T is he whose name shall never be forgot , But live , when by this deed his does expire That did Diana's Temple set on fire ; With greif , that he did touch this man of heaven , To whom rich Nature all her stock has given , Consulting those above , who joyn'd to fit Thy soul for all things admirably great ; Till so injust , and fall'n to that degree , Thou most ingratfully a God would'st be , And Phillip for thy Father didst disown , Lifting to heav'n thy humble Macedon ; Kill'd thy best ●erinds that all thy faults wou'd shew , And none but to curst ●●atterers wou'dst bow ; Ravish'd the widdows teares , and virgins smiles , And all the wealth of nature turn'd to spoyles ; Led by a whore , to gratifie thy lust , Didst turn the fam'd Persepolis to dust . Lys. Ah let me send him to eternall night . Alex. Still let him rail ; I 'le hear him with delight , And dare death , and the villaines utmost spite . Cass. Thou like a Plague wert through all Nations sent , Till the kind Gods in pity now relent , And throw away their wrathful instrument . I kill'd thee , and do glorying in it dy , To have it said hereafter , this did I , Nor wou'd the Credit of 't for life exchange ; For I have done it in the worlds revenge : And this cou'd never be too dearly bought , Therefore my self has pledg'd thee in a larger draught . Alex. Base dog , thou in thy latest breath doest ly ; I scorn to dy the death that you shalt dy . Bring him to me , to put him out of doubt , Crush him , till he shall spue his poyson out ; Then kill him No. but be a killing still , An Age , till I from heav'n descend , and tell , What new found plagues shall scourge his soul in Hell. Eph. Ah where 's the place from whence our soules do meet , I 'le suck the poyson out , and call it sweet . [ Whiles the Guards offer to seize Cass. he makes a motion to stab himself . Cass. It is in vain ; for though my life be short , I 'le hasten it , and o'pe another port . Alex. Guid my remaining strength , this darted Rod Thus aim'd I , and thus struck I like a God , [ Alex. throwes a dart , and kills Cassander . Cass. Thou hast but spurr'd my life that else was free ; This is the only stroak I car'd to see , And is the last I e're shall take from thee . Prepare ye Gods , and make us mighty Room . For Alexander , and his fate are come . [ Cassander dyes . Eph. How clouded o're with guilt his soul does stye , Like gloomy night , and darkens all the sky Alex. The Villain has said true ; I must depart . I sensibly perceive the poys'nous smart Burnes in my Brain ; and feedes upon my heart ; The cursed Juice will not it self confine , But in a moment more will break the mine . Eph. Your words like death through all my veins disperse ; You kill me quite at what you do rehearse . If you but talk of dying , I 'le make hast And shun that sight ; I cannot be the last ; You shake the Glass that else does run too fast . I 'le tear these Wounds , and spoil the surgeons art , And kill my self , er'e you from me depart . Can you so cruel be , such thoughts to own , To leave your dear Ephestion here alo●e ? Leave , let me go To stay this threatning harm , And save the widow'd world , the Gods will arm . Alex. Ah spare more words , that speed thy parting breath ; Thy Love augments the danger of thy death : Look up Ephestion , see who 's by thy side ; Fate cannot either of our soules divide ; Our lives together in one chain are ty'd . Eph. I will , I will , ev'n my last look afford ; As long as I can live , I 'le keep my word ; But dy I must , and then I 'le mount all prayer ; If there 's a God will lend a feeling ●are , I 'le charm the deity , till I can gain Immortal pitty to asswage your pain . The dark , and secret book of Fate I 'le read , And know what of the world 's great King 's decreed . Alex. Now I begin to sur●eit with the drink . Eph. Is there no aid ? O speak , oh do , O think . ●hill death shall quickly freeze up all my veines , Like ●cecles I 'le drop upon thy scorching paines Come close thou dear Thus gently as we twine , When I am dead , lay my cold brest to thine , And there , in spite of all thy fire , I 'le freeze , As snow upon the burning Aetna lyes . [ Eph. begins to faint Alex. Stay pretious Boy , another look restore ; Spare but my happiness on moment more Ah 't is not I , 't is thou that art unkind ; And cru●l too , to leave me here behind Stay my soules soul , there is some hope remaines ; These floods of grief have quench'd my scorching paines ; I am not sick , my senses all are free , And feel no burning , but with Love of thee . Eph. Ah let me go before it be too late For heaven to punish thy unlucky fate Happy Lysmach●s , my Rival bee , In her , but him you must not envy me , Alex. A thousand Adders bask within my sk●l , With heat ingender , all my Braines are full Where is Ephestion ? Have you let him go ? O for a world ; a world made up of snow How I cou'd plunge , till I did melt it down , And make more havock than the scorching Sun. Sta. Ah say y' are well or make him so believe . For 't is in search of you his senses grieve . Alex. See , see the Battailes Joyn Beat , beat the Drumes , Bucephaelus inrag'd he champs and foames ; Darius with his hooked Charri●s comes . Where 's old Parmenio ? Let more Trumpets sound ; How his proud horse does beat the fearful ground ! Haste , haste Ephestion's routed in the wing , Now , now they have inclos'd him in a Ring Heark how they shout , and clap their hands for joy , The Gods have ravish'd my beloved Boy ! Eph. Look dearest Alexander , yet I live This is a greater stroak than death can give . Lys. Ah Royal Sir , stay till you have decreed , Who o're the mighty world shall you succeed . Alex. A deadly frost hath peirc'd my senses through ; O! I am fall'● int'an Abysse of snow Something like cold dew-drops about my heart does move Warme me Ephestion , warme me with thy Love. The worthy●st man amongst you shall be King ; To him that ownes that title give this Ring . Yet somewhat else there is I 'me prone to do ; That is Statira , to be just to you Be you of all your fathers Crownes possest , And be you too with Oroondates blest . Sta. Ah hold , with kindness now you wound me more , Than all your presecution did before ; Witness ye Gods , to whom my soul is known , With how much sorrow I embrace my own . Eph. Now ends his roughness in a calm delight ; As westerne winde● are often laid at night : Thus ●ilent falls the sweetest of mankind , Softer than blossomes carried by the wind ! Alex. Now let us mount , and then for ever joyn , Like two twin-starres , that do together shine , Still guiding o're the world our heav'nly parts ; Whilest I rule Monarchs , thou shalt govern hearts . Eph. Come Alexander then , if we must go , Let 's Raign above , and make a glorious show . [ Eph. kisses Par. hand , then turns to Alex. Farwell thou dearest Love Come dearest friend ; Thus like too Cherubims we 'l both ascend ; Whiles guarded so , by friendship , and by Love , We go prepar'd to meet the joyes above . Alex. Why wilt thou dy ? with thee 's all sweetness gone ; More rare than Persia offers to i'ts Sun The Violets perfum'd , and purple crest , Or Phoenix burning it ' its spicey nest , Breath not so sweet anodour , as thy Breast . Eph. Now , now my spirit 'fore my Ey-sight sweepes Let us begin our Journy on our Lipps . [ they kisse . Alex. This kisse in which thy latest Breath does fleet , No dew that falls from heav'n is half so sweet Stay , stay I will not let thee get the start Take all with thee , each Atome of my heart Now , now I have thee just before my Ey ; Ephestion , now Eph. Now let 's together fly [ both dy Phil. Now I am sure that the great deed is done , I 'l haste and tell the news in Macedon . [ exit Par. He 's gone Sta. He 's gone , the life-spring of as all A heav'nly Legion waits his soul in view . What miseries shall all mankind b●fall ! Lys. Nature shou'd melt it self into a dew , And the whole world into disorder fall . And mourn in Chaos at thy funeral . Stat. He is not dead , or I am not alive It cannot be Lys. Cease Madam , cease to gr●eve Bag. What 〈◊〉 we do ? Ah , what is to be done ? Lys. Call all the Captaines , call 'em every one ; Tell 'em the worlds , and their great Master 's gone . [ Exit Bagisianes Bear forth Cassander's Body Which limb from limb wild horses having tore , Then let his scatter'd joynts the Dogs devour . [ Cassander's Body is carried forth Enter to them Oroondates , and Araxis , Ah Oroondates you are come too late Behold the sad great Miracle of fate . Oroo . Too soon I fear to such a dismal sight , The news whereof did my firme soul a fright ; What , is he dead ? By heaven he is not sure ! Thus look'd he , the same awful visage wore , When he dispers'd with wonder Love , and power . See too , the richest fruit of Natures pride , And mourning Love lyes bleeding by his side . How do the Gods like Children with us play ! First shew the world in splendour , fine , and gay , Then on a suddain snatch the gawdy Toy away . This who like Heav'n peirc'd thunder most divine , And lightned where the Sun durst never shine . That div'd though all the secrets of the Earth ; Saw more than ever yet did humane Birth , Does fall i' th' Crowd , and undistinguish'd pass ; Leaving but fame , that such a man there was . Ay my Statira ! weep no more divine ; I did not think such showers cou'd cloud thy shine , And dark the day , when I shou'd call thee mine , Instead of Alexander , heav'n does lend Lysimachus , our brave , and noble Friend . Sta. Who wou'd not shrink at such a day of doome ? Lys. Spare Love a while , and when the Captaines come , We 'l straight to Councel ; then if I have power , To Parisatis I will Per●ia's Crown restore To give to whom she please Par. If this be true I with my self , will give it back to you . Lys. You when you please , shall then to Scythia go , And bright Statira your lov'd Queen indow . Oroo . Now I will call thee Brother Lys. But how dear [ looking on the Bodye● We purchase pleasure , almost with despair . Re-enter to them Bagistanes with the Captaines , making a full stage . See Valiant , souldiers ; look with wonder there . Omnes . O horrour ! Plagues ! Revenge ! Cap. H 'as such a dread We dare not look upon him now he 's dead , But as on Gods with reverent surprise , And pay our Adorations from our Eyes . Cap. We hear Antipater has late rebell'd ; And as all Greece his King , has took the field . Cap. Now all will out Phillip they say is fled , And had a hand in this most horrid deed . Lys. I knew Cassander cou'd not this have done , Had not the Father joyn'd in treason with the son . Straight in the Hall erect a golden Throne ; There seat the King all glorious as the sun , A Scepter in his hand , and on his head a Crown . That Throne in which he did commands disperse Through the tam'd world , and aw'd the Universe . Proclaim a loud to heav'ns high Arch , that there , The Deputies of all the world appear , Whilest we in Council sit , agreed in power , To name this mighty man a Successour ; Then we will arm for just revenge , and Fame● And conquer still in Alexander's Name . [ 〈…〉 FINIS
EPILOGVE . YOur looks already have begun to name , Which was the most , we , or the Play too blame : With faults of ours good natures may dispence , But justly tax the Poets want of Sence . That after your lov'd Alexander dare Bring this with all your likings to compare , A Play with Scenes and Acting so admir'd , As if the Souls they play'd had them inspir'd . So 't is with her that has an ugly face , Proud of false charmes , and her affected grace , Sits by some cry'd up Beauty of the Town , And imitates each glance that 's not her own , And when some Gallan● from the Pit doth bow , O how she snatches it and court'sies low ! The careless Beauty then sits by the while , Kills with a frown and raises with a smile ; Yet this excuse upon the Authors score , This though come last , was writ a year before . Lik●t as you please the great Dons of our House , Themselves would fain have had the Play from us , But frankly and generously our A●thor stakes His purse and credit rather for our sakes . Be but so kind as ●e to us has been , In hopes to further merit he 'l begin And save the trembling Soul that waits within . To th' Ladies , to you Wits he now does call , For like a drowning man he catches at you all . Spare him this once , and save him now perplext , And he 'l turn Bully Poet by the next . FINIS .