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Talk of your clothes, your last debauches tell,
S Mr. Fearon.
ALEXANDER THE GREAT,
Women. ROXANA, first Wife of Alexander, Mrs. Hunter SYSTGA'M BIS, Mother of the Royal Family, Mrs. Booth. PARISATIS, in love with Lysimachus,
Miss Dayes. STATIRA, married to Alexander, Mrs. Hartley
THE RIVAL QUEENS.
ACT 1. SCENE I.
The Gardens of Semiramis. Enter Hephestion and
LYSIMACHUS fighting, CLYTUS parting them.
Lys. I have his sword.
Heph. Lend me thy sword, thou father of the war,
bent on death, Know 't is thy glory that thou dy'st by me.
Clyt. Stay thee, Lysimachus; Hephestion hold; I bar you both. My body interpos’d, Now let me see which of you dares to strike. By Jove you ’ave stirr’d the old man that rash arm That first advances moves against the gods And our great king, whose deputy I stand.
Lys. Some prop'rer time must terminate our quarrel. Heph. And cure the bleeding wounds my honour
bears. Clyt. Some prop'rer time I 't is false-no hour is
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! When my blood boil'd, 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.