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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. Hal Too long l’ave trified. 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?
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! stand off-quick
let me fly With lightning's wings I nor heav'n nor earth shall
Ha! oh my soul! my queen, my love, Statira!
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 wreich 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 I and will you, will you, take her from mei
Stat. Farewell, my most lov'd lord: ah mel fare.
well I 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 fight--She'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. -
Rox. Oh, take me to your arms:
But like a basilisk comes wing'd with death.
Alex. Off, murd'ress, offl for ever shun my sight;
Rox. Barbarian! yes, I will for 'ever shun thee.
Alex. Oh my fair star, I shall be shortly with thee!
Cas. The poison works.
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