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Could not effect, thy rival rage has done.
My soul, that starts at breach of oaths begun,
Shall to thy ruin violated run :
I'll see the king in spite of all I swore;
Tho' curs'd, that thou may’st never see him more,


Alex. Oh, my Statira!--thou relentless fair! Turn thine eyes on me I would talk to them. What shall I say to work upon thy soul! What words, what looks, can melt thee to forgiveness?

Stat. Talk of Roxana and the conquer'd Indies,
Thy great adventures and successful love,
And I will listen to the rapt'rous tale ;
But rather shun me, shun a desp’rate wretch
Resign’d to sorrow and eternal woe.
Alex. Oh, I could die, with transport die before

Would'st thou but as I lay convuls’d in death,
Cast a kind look or drop a tender tear:
Say but ' was pity one so fam'd in arms,
One who has 'scap'd a thousand deaths in battle;
For the first fault should fall a wretched victim
To jealous anger and offended love.

Rox. Am I then fallen so low in thy esteem,
That for another thou would'st rather die
Than live for me :-How am I alter'd, tell me,
Since last at Susa with repeated oaths
You swore the conquest of the world afforded
Less joy, less glory, than Roxana's love?

Alex. Take, take that conquer'd world, dispose of

And canton out the empires of the globe!
But leave me, madam, with repentant tears
And undissembled sorrows to atone
The wrongs I've offer'd to this injur'd excellence.

Rox. Yes, I will go, ungrateful as thou art !
Bane to my life, and murd'rer of my peace.
I will be gone; this last disdain has cur'd me.
But have a care-I warn you not to trust me ;
Or by the gods, that witness to thy perjuries,
I'll raise a fire that shall consume you both,
Tho' I partake the ruin.

Stat. Alexanderl-Oh, is it possible!
Immortal gods! can guilt appear so lovely?
Yet, yet I pardon, I forgive thee all.

Alex. Forgive me all! oh catch the heavenly sounds!
Catch them, ye winds, and as ye fly disperse
The rapt'rous tidings thro' th' extended world,
That all may share in Alexander's joy!

Stat. Yes, dear deceiver! I forgive thee all,
But longer dare not hear thy charming tongue,
For while I hear thee my resolves give way ;
Be therefore quick, and take thy last farewell:
Farewell, my love-eternally farewelli

dlex. Oh, my Hephestion; bear me or I sink.
Why, why Statira, will you use me thus i
I know the cause, my working brain divides it;

You say you've pardon'd, but with this reserve,
Never again to bless me with your

love. Stat. Allseeing Heaven support me! Alex. Speak to me, love; tho' banishment and

Hang on thy lips, yet while thy tongue pronounces
The music will a while suspend my pains,
And mitigate the horrors of despair.
Oh, could I see you thus ?

Stat. His sorrows wound my heart,
Soft pity pleads, and I again must love him;
But I have sworn, and therefore cannot yield.

Alex. Go then, inhuman! triumph in my pains,
Feed on the pangs that rend this wretched heart,
For now 'tis plain you never lov'd. Statira !
Oh, I could sound that charming cruel name
'Till the tir'd echo faint with repetition;
'Till all the breathless groves and quiet myrtles
Shook with my sighs, as if a tempest bow'd 'em.
My tongrie could dwell for ever on that name.
Statiral oh, Statira!

Stat. Such was his looks, so melting was his voice,
Such his soft sighs, and his deluding tears,
When with that pleasing perjur'd breath avowing
His whispers trembled thro' my credulous ears,
And told the story of my utter ruin.
Gods! if I stay I shall again believe:
Farewell, thou greatest pleasure, greatest pain!

Alex. I charge ye, stay her;
Oh, turn thee, thou bewitching brightness, turn,

Hear my last words, and see my dying pangs!
Lol at your feet behold a monarch falls,
A prince who gave the conquer'd world to thee,
And thought thy love bought cheaply with the gift;
Whose glories, laurels, bloom but in thy smiles,
Now shrunk and blasted by thy cruel hate,
Untimely falls. Yet oh I when thou shalt die
May death be mild, as thou art cruel now,
And may thy beauties gently sink to earth,
While circling angels waft thee to repose !

Sys. Art thou turn'd savage? is thy heart of marble?
But if this posture move thee not to pity
I never will speak more.

Alex. Oh, my Statira! I swear, my queen, I'll not outlive our parting. My soul grows still as death. Say, wilt thou pardon? 'Tis all I ask. Wilt thou forgive the transports Of a deep wounded heart, and all is well a

Stat. Rise, and may heaven forgive you like Statiral Alex. You are too gracious-Clytus, bear me

When I am laid i'th'earth yield her the world.
There's something here that heaves as cold as ice,
That stops my breath. Farewell, farewell for ever!

Stat. Hold off, and let me run into his arms.
My life, my love, my lord, my Alexander !
If thy Statira's love can give thee joy
Revive, and be immortal as the gods.

Alex. My flutt'ring heart, tumultuous with its bliss, Would leap into thy bosom: 'tis too much.

Oh, let me press thee in my eager arms,
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, 'tis

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,




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,

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