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Rox. Nor he nor heaven shall shield thee from my

justice. Die sorc'ress, die, and all my wrongs die with theel

[Stabs her. Alex. [Without.] Away, ye slaves I stand off-quick

let me fly With lightning's wings! nor heav'n nor earth shall

stop me.

Enter ALEXANDER.

Hal oh my soull my queen, my love, Statira !
These wounds I are these my promis'd joys?

Stat. Alas!
My only love, my best and dearest blessing!
Would I had died before you enter'd here;
For thus delighted, while I

gaze upon thee Death grows more horrid, and I'm loth to leave thee.

Alex. Thou shalt not leave me-Cruel, cruel, stars! Oh, where's the monster, where's the horrid fiend, That struck at innocence and murder'd thee!

Rox. Behold the wretch who, desperate of thy love, In jealous madnes gave the fatal blow; A wretch that to possess once more thy love Would with the blood of millions stain her soul.

Alex. Todungeons, tortures, drag her from my sight.

Stat. My soul is on the wing : oh come my lord, Haste to my arms, and take a last farewell. Thus let me die. Oh! oh! Alex. Look up my

love. Oh Heaven / and will you, will you, take her from me! Stat. Farewell, my most lov'd lord: ah mel fare.

well ! Yet ere I die grant this request.

Alex. Oh speak, That I may execute before I follow thee ! Stat. Leave not the world till Heaven demands

you-Spare Roxana's life-'Twas love of you that caus’d The death she gave me. And oh! sometimes think, Amidst your revels, think on your poor queen: And ere the cheerful bowl salutes your lips Enrich it with a tear, and I am happy. [Dies. Alex. Yet ere thou tak’st thy flightShe's gone,

she's gone! All, all is hush’d, no music now is heard; The roses wither, and the fragrant breath That wak'd their sweets shall never wake 'em more!

Rox. Weep noi, my lordl no sorrow can recall her. Oh turn your eyes, and in Roxana's arms You 'll find fond love and everlasting truth. Alex. Hence from my sight, and thank my dear

Statira That

yet

thou art alive. Rox. Oh, take me to your arms: In spite of all your cruelty I love you; Yes, thus I'll fasten on your sacred robe, Thus on my knees for ever cling around thee, 'Till you forgive me, or 'till death divide us. Alex. Hence, fury, hence : there's not a glance of

thine

But like a basilisk comes wing'd with death.
Rox. Oh speak not thus to one who kneels for

mercy!
Think for whose sake it was I madly plung'd
Into a crime abhorrent to my nature.

Alex. Off, murd'ress, offl for ever shun my sight; My eyes detest thee, for thy soul is ruin.

Rox. Barbarian! yes, I will for ever shun thee. Repeated injuries have steel'd my heart, And I could curse myself for being kind, If there is any majesty above That has revenge in store for perjur'd love, Send, heaven, the swiftest ruin on his head ! Strike the destroyer I lay the victor dead ! Kill the But what are curses ? curses will not kill, Nor ease the tortures I am doom'd to feel.

Alex. Oh my fair star, I shall be shortly with thee! What means this deadly dew upon my forehead? My heart too heaves

Cas. The poison works.

Enter EUMENES.
Eum. Pardon, dread sir I a fatal messenger :
The royal Sysiganibis is no more.
Struck with the horror of Stalira's fate
She soon expir'd, and with her latest breath
Left Parisatis to Lysimachus.
But what I fear most deeply will effect you,
Your lov'd Hephestion 's-

Alex. Dead I then he is blest ! But here, here lies my fate. Hephestion, Clytus ! My victories all for ever folded up In this dear body. Here my banner 's lost. My standard's triumphs gone. Oh when shall I be mad! Give orders to The army that they break their shields, swords, spears, Pound their bright armour into dust-Away. Is there not cause to put the world in mourning? Burn all the spires that seem to meet tbe sky, Beat down the battlements of ev'ry city, And for the monument of this loy'd creature Root

up these bow'rs, and pave 'em all with gold ; Draw dry the Ganges, make the Indies poor, To deck her tomb; no shrine nor altar spare, But strip the pomp from gods to place it there. [Exit.

Enter ThessALUS.

Cas. He's gone—but whither-follow Thessalus, Attend his steps, and let me know what passes.

[Exit Thessalus. Vengeance, lie still, thy craving shall be sated : Death roams at large, the furies are unchain'd, And murder plays her mighty master-piece. Enter POLYPERCHON, THESSALUS, and PHILIP. Phil. Saw you the king?

Poly. Yes; with disorder'd wildness in his looks He rush'd along, 'till with a casual glance He saw me where I stood, then stepping short,

Draw near he cry'd-and grasp'd my hand in his,
Where more than fevers rag'd in every vein.
Oh, Polyperchon! I have lost my queen!
Statira's dead!--and as he spoke the tears
Gush'd from his eyes-1 more than felt his pains.

Thes. Hence, hence, away!
Cas. Where is he Thessalus?

Thes. I left him circled by a crowd of princes.
The poison tears him with that height of horror
Ev’n I could pity him-He call'd his chiefs,
Embrac'd 'em round-then starting from amidst 'em
Cry'd out, I come- -'t was Ammon's voice ;-I know

itFather, I come ; but let me ere I go, Dispatch the business of a kneeling world!

Poly. No more; I hear him--we must meet anon.

Cas. In Saturn's field-there give a loose to rapture, Enjoy the tempest we ourselves have rais'd, And triumph in the wreck which crowns our ven. geance.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The Palace. ALEXANDER with his Hair dishevelled,

LYSIMACHUS, Eumenes, PERDICCAS, and Atten.
dants discovered.
Alex. Search there; nay, probe me, search my

wounded reinsPull, draw it out.

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