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Would die a thousand deaths to serve his king,
And justify his loyalty and truth.

Lys. I meant his minion there should feel my arm : Love claims his blood, nor shall he live to friumph In that destruction that awaits his rival.

Alex. I pardon thee for my old Clytus' sake;
But if once more thou mention thy rash love,
Or dar’s! attempt Hephestion's precious lite ;
I'll pour such storms of indignation on thee
Philo'as' rack, Calisthenes' disgrace,
Shail be delight to what thou shalt endure.

Clyt. My lord, the aged queen, with Parisatis,
Come to congratulate your safe arrival.

Enter SysIGAMBIS and PARISATIS.

Thro' you

Alex. Oh thou, the best of women, Sysigambis ! Sowce of my joy, blest parent of my love i

Sys. In thimble duty to the gods and you Permit uns, sir, with gratitude to kneel.

The royal house of Persia shines,
Rais'd from the depth of wretchedness and ruin,
In all the splendor of imperial greatness.

Alex To meet me thus was generously done ;
But still there wants to crown my happiness
That treasure of my soul, the dear Statira !
Had she but come to meet her Alexander
I had been blest indeed.

Clyt. Now who shall dare
To tell him of the queen's vow?

Alex. How fares
My love i-Ha! neither answer me! all silent!
A sudden horror, like a bolt of ice,
Shoots to my heart, and 'numbs the seat of life.

Heph. I would relate it, but my courage fails me.

Alex. Why stand you all as you were rooted here? What I will none answer > my Hephestion silent! If thou hast any love for Alexander, If ever I oblig'd thee by my care. When thro' the field of death my eye has watch'd

thee, Resolve my doubts, and rescue me from madness.

Heph. Your mourning queen has nodisease butgrief,
Occasion'd by the jealous pangs of love :
She heard, dread sir I (for what can 'scape a lover)
That you, regardless of your vows, at Susa,
Had to Roxana's charms resign'd your heart,
And revell'd in the joys you once forswore.

Alex. I own the subtle sorceress in my riot,
My reason gone, seduc'd me to her bed,
But when I wak'd I shook the Circe off,
Tho' the enchantress held me by the arm,
And wept and gaz'd with all the force of love;
Nor griev'd I less for that which I had done
Than when at Thais' suit, enrag'd with wine,
I set the fam'd Persepolis on fire.

Heph. Your queen, Statira, in the rage of grief,
And agony of deperate love, has sworn
Never to see your majesty again.

Alex. Oh, madam! has she has Statira sworn

Never to see her Alexander more ?
Impossible! she could not, would not, swear it,
Is she not gentle as the guileless infant;
Mild as the genial breezes of the spring,
And softer than the melting sighs of love?

Par. With sorrow, sir, I heard the solemn vow,
My mother heard it, and in vain adjur'd her
By every tender motive to recall it.

Sys. Put with that fierceness she resents her wrongs,
Dwells on your fault, and heightens the offence,
That I could wish your mijesty forget her.

Alex. Hal could you wish me to forget Statira !
The star which brightens Alexander's life,
His guide by day and goddess of his nights!
I feel her now, she beats in every pulse,
Throbs at my heart, and circles with my blood!

Sys. Have patience, son, and trust to Heaven and me; If my authority has any

influence I will exert it, and she shall be your's. Alex. Haste, madam, haste, if you would have me

live; Fly, ere for ever she abjure the world, And stop the sad procession : [Exit Sys.) and Parisatis, Hang thou about her, wash her feet with tearsNay haste; the breath of gods, and eloquence Of angels go along with you.

[Exit Par. Oh my heart!

Lys. Now let your majesty who feels the pangs Of disaj pointed love, reflect on mine.

Alex. Ha!

Clyt. What I are you mad? is this a time to plead !

Lys. The properest time; he dares not now be partial, Lest Heaven in justice should avenge my wrongs, And double every pang which he feels now.

Alex. Why dost thou tempt me thus to thy undoing ? Death thou should'st have were it not courted so: But know, to thy confusion, that my word, Like destiny, admits of no repeal; Therefore in chains shall thou behold the nuptials Of my Hephestion. Guards, take him prisoner.

[The Guards seize Lys, Lys. Away, ye slaves! I'll not resign my sword, 'Till first l’ave drench'd it in my rival's blood.

Alex. I charge you kill him not; take him alive; The dignity of kings is now concern'd, And I will find a way to tame this rebel.

Clyt. Kneel--for I see rage lightning in his eyes.

Lys. I neither hope nor will I sue for pardon. Had I my sword and liberty again ; Again I would attempt his favourite's heart. Alex. Hence from my sight, and bear him to a

dungeon. Perdiccas, give this lion to a lion : None speak for him: Ay; stop his mouth; away.

[Exeunt Lys. Per. and Guards. Clyt. This comes of women-ihe result of love : 'Tis folly all, 't is frenzy and distraction; Yet were I heated now with wine I doubt I should be preaching in this fool's behalf.

Alex. Come hither, Clytus, and my friend Hephe

Lend me your arms:
I fear betwixt Statira's cruel vows
And fond Roxana's arts your king will fall.

Clyt. Better the race of women were destroy'd,
And Persia sunk in everlasting ruin !

Heph. Look up,my lord, and bend not thus your head, As if you purpos'd to forsake the world, Which you have greatly won.

Alex. Would I had not; There's no true joy in such unwieldy fortune. Eternal gazers lasting troubles make; All find my spots, but few observe my brightness. Stand from about me all, and give me air. Yes, I will shake this Cupid from my soul, I'll fright the feeble god with war's alarms, Or drown his power in foods of hostile blood. Grant me, great Mars! once more in arms to shine, And break like lightning thro' th' embattled line; Thro' fields of death to whirl the rapid car, And blaze amidst the thunder of the war, Resistless as the bolt that rends the grove ; Or greatly perish like the son of Jove. [Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE 1.

An open Court; Trumpets sounding a Dead March; Ly.

SIMAchus led Prisoner; EUMENUS, PERDICCAS,
PARISATIS, and Guards.

Parisatis.
Stay, my Lysimachus ! a moment stay!
Oh, whither art thou goingl-hold a moment !

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