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The bravest soldier, he who sav'd thy life,
Heph. Remove the body, it inflames his sorrow.
Alex. None dare to touch him : we must never part.
Alex. I know ye did ; yet held me
Lys. Forgive, dread sir 1-forgive my pious hands,
[Falls on Clytus. Close to my murder'd soldier's bleeding side; Thus clasping his cold body in my arms 'Till death like his has clos'd my eyes for ever.
Enter PERDICCAS, Per. Treason I foul treason! Hephestion, where 's
the king? Heph. There, by old Clytus'side, whom he bath slain.
Per. Rise, sacred sir! and haste to save the queen. Roxana filled with furious jealousy, Came with a guard unmark'd; she gain’d the bow'r, And broke upon me with such sudden fury That all have perish'd who oppos’d her rage.
Alex. What says Perdiccasi is the queen in danger? Per. Haste, sir, or she dies.
Alex. Thus from the grave I rise to save my love : All draw your swords, on wings of lightning move, Young Ammon leads you, and the cause is love. When I rush on sure none will dare to stay; 'Tis beauty calls, and glory leads the way. [Exeunt.
ACT V. SCENE I.
The Bower of Semiramis.-STATIRA discovered.
Statira. Bless me, ye pow’rs above, and guard my virtue I Where are you fled, dear shades? where are you fied? 'Twas but a dream, and yet I saw and heard My royal parents, who, while pious care Sat on their faded cheeks, pronounc'd with tears, Tears such as angels weep, this hour my
last. But hence with fear---my Alexander comes, And fear and danger ever fled from him. Wou'd that he were here ! For oh, I tremble, and a thousand terrors Rush in upon me and alarm my heart! But hark ! 't is he, and all my fears are fled : My life, my joy, my Alexander, comes ! Rox. [Within.] Make fast the gate with all its massy
bars : At length we ’ave conquered this stupendous height, And reach'd the grove.
Stat. Ye guardian gods defend me! Roxana's voice! then all the vision 's true, And die I must.
Stat. And what is she who with such tow'ring pride Would awe a princess that is born above her?
Rox. Behold this dagger!-t is thy fate Statira! Behold, and meet it as becomes a queen. Fain would I find thee worthy of my vengeance ; Here, take my weapon then, and it thou dar'st
Stat. How little know'st thou what Statira dares !
Rox. Return, fair insolent! return, I say :
Stat. Alas, Roxana I 't is not in my pow'r;
Rox. Oh, sorceress! to thy accursed charms
Stat. Yet think, Roxana, ere you plunge in murder, Think on the horrors that must ever haunt you ; Think on the furies, those avenging ministers Of Heaven's high wrath, how they will tear your soul,
All day distract you with a thousand fears;
Rox. Add still, if possible, superior horrors.
[Holds up the dagger.
Slave. Madam, the king and all his guards are come, With frantick rage they thunder at the gate, And must ere this have gain'd admittance.
Rox. Ha! Too long l’ave trilled. Let me then redeem The time mispent, and make great vengeance sure.
Stat. Is Alexander, oh ye gods / so nigh, And can he not preserve me from her fury?