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Clyt. Stay thee, Lysimachus; Hephestion hold;
Lys. Some prop'rer time must terminate our quarrel.
proper; No time should see a brave man do amiss.Say what 's the noble cause of all this madness, What vast ambition blows the dang’rous fire? : Why, a vain, smiling, whining, coz’ning, woman! By all my triumphs in the heat of youth, When towns were 'sack'd and beauties prostrate lay,!
blood boild, and nature work'd me high, Clytus ne'er bow'd his body to such shame; I knew 'em, and despis’d their cobweb artsThe whole sex is not worth a soldier's thought.
Lys. Our cause of quarrel may to thee seem light, But know a less hath set the word in arms.
Clyt. Yes, Troy they tell us by a woman fell;
Lys. We were indeed to blame.
When our hot master, whose impatient soul
Heph. Why has not reason power to conquer love ? Why are we thus enslav’d?
Clyt. Because unmann'd,
Heph. In his heart.
Clyt. Well said young Minion!--I indeed forgot To whom I spoke-But Sysigambis comes ;
Now is your time, for with her comes an idol
Enter SYSIGAMBIS with a Letter, and PARISATIS.
Par. To sooth this god and charm him into temper
gods! For sixty rolling years my soul has stood The dread vicissitudes of fate unmoy'd ; I thought 'em your decrees, and therefore yielded : But this last trial, as it springs from folly, Exceeds my suff'rance, and I must complain.
Lys. When Sysigambis mourns, no common woe Can be the cause—'t is misery indeed. Yet pardon, mighty queen a wretched prince
Who thus presumes to plead the cause of love,
As you have authoriz'd Hephestion's vows • Reject not mine-grant me but equal leave To serve the princess, and let love decide.
Heph. A blessing like the beauteous Parisatis
Heph. Such arrogance did Alexander woo,
Lys. To talk of conquests well becomes the man
Sys. It grieves me, brave Lysimachus, to find
Forget her prince, and triumph o'er your passion, A comquest worthy of a soul like thine.
Lys. Forget her, madaml sooner shall the sun Forget to shine and tumble from his sphere. Alas! the stream that circles thro' my heart Is less than love essential to my being ! Farewell, great queen-my honour now demands That Alexander should himself explain That wondrous merit which exalts his fav'rite, And casts Lysimachus at such a distance. [Exit.
Sys. In this wild transport of ungovern'd passion Too far I fear he will incense the king. Is Alexander yet, my lord, arriv'd ?
Heph. Madam, I know not; but Cassander comes; He
may perhaps inform us. Sys. I would shun him: Something there is, I know not why, that shocks me, Something my nature shrinks at when I see him.
[Exeunt. Enter CASSANDER. Cas. The face of day now blushes scarlet deep, Now blackens into night; the low'ring sun, As if the dreadful bus’ness he foreknew, Drives heavily his sable chariot on: [Thunder. How fierce it lightenst how it thunders round me! All nature seems alarm'd for Alexander. Why, be it so: her pangs proclaim my triumph. My soul's first wishes are to startle fate And strike amazement thro' the host of heaven. A mad Chaldean with a flaming torch,