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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
Hal oh my soull my queen, my love, Statira !
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
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
But like a basilisk comes wing'd with death.
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.
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.
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,
Thes. Hence, hence, away!
Thes. I left him circled by a crowd of princes.
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.
The Palace. ALEXANDER with his Hair dishevelled,
LYSIMACHUS, Eumenes, PERDICCAS, and Atten.
wounded reinsPull, draw it out.