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Oh, let me press thee in my eager arins,
And strain thee hard to my transported breast.

Stat. But shall Roxana

Alex. Let her not be nam'd.
Oh, madam! how shall I repay your goodness;
And you, my fellow warriors, who could grieve
For your lost king? But talk of griefs no more;
The banquet waits, and I invite you all.
My equals in the throne as in the grave,
Without distinction come, and share my joy.

Clyt. Excuse me, sir, if I for once am absent.

Alex. Excuse thee, Clytus / none shall be excus'd: All revel out the day, 't is my command. Gay as the Persian god ourself will stand With a crown'd goblet in our lifted hand; Young Ammon and Statira shall go round, While antic measures beat the burthen'd ground, And to the vaulted skies our trumpets clangors sound.



Enter Clytus, HEPHESTION, and Eumenes.

Urge me no more, I hate the Persian dress,
Nor should the king be angry at the rev'rence
I owe my country-sacred are her customs,
And honest Clytus will to death observe them.
Oh! let me rot in Macedonian rags,

Or, like Calisthenes, be cag'd for life,
Rather than shine in fashions of the east.
Eum. Let me, brave Clytus, as a friend intreat

Heph. What virtue is there that adorns a throne,
Exalts the heart, and dignifies the man,
Which shines not brightly in our royal master?
And yet perversely you'll oppose his will,
And thwart an innocent unhurtful humour.

Clyt. Unhurtfull oh, 'tis monstrous affectation! Pregnant with venom, in its nature black, And not to be excus'di -Shall man, weak man! Exact the rev’rence which we pay to Heaven, And bid his fellow-creatures kneel before him, And yet be innocent ? Hephestion, no; The pride that lays a claim to adoration Insults our reason and provokes the gods.

Eum. Yet what was Jove, the god whom we adore? Was he not once a man, and rais'd to heaven For gen'rous acts and virtues more than human?

Heph. By all his thunder and his sov'reign power
I'll not believe the world yet ever felt
An arm like Alexander's.- Not that god
You nam'd, tho' riding in a car of fire,'
Could in a shorter space do greater deed's ;
Or more effectually have taught mankind
To bend submissive, and confess his sway.

Clyt. I tell you, boy, that Clytus loves the king
As well as you or any soldier here;
Yet I disdain to sooth his growing pride:
The hero charms me--but the god offends,

Heph. Then go not to the banquet.

Clyt. Why, I was bid, Young minion-was I not, as well as you ? I'll go, my friend, in this old habit, thus, And laugh, and drink the king's health heartily; And while you blushing bow your heads to earth, And hide them in the dust-I'll stand erect, Straight as a spear, the pillar of my country, And be by so much nearer to the gods.

Heph. But see, the king appears.


SATIS, and Attendants.
Par. Oh, gracious monarch!
Spare him, oh, spare Lysimachus's life!
I know you will

-the brave delight in mercy. Alex. Shield me, Statira, shield me from her sor


Par. Save him, oh save him ere it be too latel
Speak the kind word ; let not your soldier perish
For one rash action by despair occasion'd.
I'll follow thus, for ever on my knees;
You shall not pass, Statira, oh intreat him

Alex. Oh, madam! take her, take her from about


Her streaming eyes assail my very soul,
And shake my best resolves.

Stat. Did I not break
Thro' all for you? Nay, now my lord, you must:
By all th' obedience I have paid you long,


By all your passion, sighs, and tender looks,
Oh, save a prince whose only crime is love!

Sys. I had not join'd in this bold suit, my son;
But that it adds new lustre to your honours.
Alex. Honour! what's that? Has not Statira

said it?
Were I the king of the blue firmament,
And the bold Titans should again make war,
Tho' my resistless thunders were prepard,
By all the gods she should arrest my arm
Uplifted to destroy them! Fly, Hephestion,
Fly, Clytus; snatch him from the jaws of death,
And to the royal banquet bring him straight,
Bring him in triumph, fit for loads of honour.

[Exeunt Heph. &c.
Stat. Why are you thus beyond expression kind?
Oh, my lord! my raptur'd heart,
By gratitude and love at once inflam'd,
With wild emotion futters in my breast;
Oh, teach it then, instruct it how to thank you!

Alex. Excellent woman! *Tis not in nature to support such joy.

Stat. Go, my best love; unbend you at the banquet; Indulge in joy, and laugh your cares away; While in the bowers of great Semiramis I dress your bed with all the sweets of nature,

nd crown it as the altar of our loves, Where I will lay me down and softly mourn, But never close my eyes till you return. [Exeunt Siat,

Alex. Is she not more than mortal can desire,

As Venus lovely, and Diana chaste ?
And yet I know not why our parting shocks me;
A ghastly paleness sat upon her brow,
Her voice, like dying echoes, fainter grew,
And as I wrung her by the rosy fingers
Methought the strings of my great heart were crack'd.
What could it mean? Forward, Leomadus.

Enter ROXANA, CASSANDER, and POLYPERCHON. Why, madam, gaze you thus

Rox. For a last look,
And to imprint the memory of my wrongs,
Roxana's wrongs on Alexander's mind.
Alex. On to the banquet.

[Ex. Alex. &c.
Rox. Hal with such disdain!
So unconcern'd! Oh, I could tear myself,
Him, you, and all the hateful world to atoms.

Cas. Still keep this spirit up, preserve it still, And know us for your friends: we like your rage: Here in the sight of Heaven Cassander swears, Unaw'd by death, to second your revenge : Speak but the word, and swift as thought can fly The tyrant falls a victim to your fury.

Rox. Shall he then die i shall I consent to kill him? I that have lov'd him with that eager fondness, Shall I consent to have him basely murdered, And see him clasp'd in the cold arms of death? No, Cassander Worlds should not tempt me to the deed of horror.

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