Which your damned drugs. throw through the I love you spite of all your eruelties; lingering world.

There is so much divinity about you, Ror. Rend not your temper; see a general I tremble to approach; yet here's my hold, silence

Nor will I leave the sacred robe, for such Confirms the bloody pleasure, which I sought; Is every. thing that touches that blest body: She dies.

I'll kiss it as the relic of a god, Aler. And darest thou, monster, think to And love shall grasp it with these dying hards.

Alex. O that thou wert a man, that I might Stat. Life's on the wing, my love, my lord,

drive Come to my arms, and take the last adieu ! Thee round the world, and scatter thy contagion, Here let me lie, and languish out my soul. As gods hurl mortal plagues, when they are angry! Alex. Answer me, father, wilt thou take her Ror. Do, drive me, hew me into smallest from me?

pieces, What, is the black, sad hour at last arrived, My dust shall be inspired with a new fondness; That I must never clasp her body more? Still the love-motes shall play before your eyes, Never more bask in her eye-shine again, Where'er you go, however you despise. Nor view the loves, that played in those dear Alex. Away, there's not a glance that flies beams,

from thee, And shot me with a thousand thousand smiles? But, like a basilisk, comes winged with death. Stat. Farewel, my dear, my life, my most Rox. O speak not such harsh words, my royal loved lord !

master! I swear by Orosmades 'tis more pleasure, Look not so dreadful on your kneeling servant ; More satisfaction that I thus die yours,

But take, dear sir, O take me into grace, Than to have lived another's-Grant me one By the dear babe, the burden of my wonb, thing.

That weighs me down, when I would follow Aler. All, all, but speak, that I may execute

faster! Before I follow thee.

My knees are weary, and my force is spent; Stat. Leave not the earth

o'do not frown, but clear thy angry brow! Before Heaven calls you ; spare Roxana's life; Your eyes will blast me, and your words are bolts, 'Twas love of you, that caused her give me death. That strike me dead: the little wretch I bear, And, O! sometimes, amidst your revels, think Leaps frighted at your wrath, and dies within Of your poor queen, and ere the chearful bowl Salute your lips, crown it with one rich tear, Alex. O thou hast touched my soul.so tenderly, And I am happy.

[Dies. That I will raise thee, though thy hands are ruin. Aler. Close not thy eyes !

Rise, cruel woman, rise, and have a care, Things of import I have to speak before O do not hurt that upborn innocence, Thou tak’st thy journey :-Tell the gods I'm For whose dear sake I now forgive thee all. coming,

But haste, begone! fly, fly from these sad eyes, To give them an account of life and death, Fly with thy pardon, lest I call it back; And many other hundred thousand policies, Though I forgive thee, I must hate thee ever. That much concern the government of heaven- Ror. I go, I fly for ever from thy sight. O she is gone the talking soul is mute! My mortal injuries have turned my mind, She's hushed, no voice of music now is heard ! And I could curse myself for being kind. The bower of beauty is more, still than death; If there be any majesty above, The roses fade, and the melodious bird,

That has revenge in store for perjured love, That waked their sweets, has left them now for Send, Heaven, the swiftest ruin on his head;

Strike the destroyer, lay the victor dead; Ror. 'Tis certain now you never shall enjoy Kill the triumpher, and avenge my wrong, her;

In height of pomp, while he is warm and Therefore Roxana may have leave to hope

young; You will at last be kind, for all my sufferings, Bolted with thunder let bim rush along, My torments, racks, for this last dreadful mur- And when in the last pangs of life he lies, der,

Grant I may stand to dart him with my eyes: Which furious iove of thee did bring upon me. Nay, after death, Alex. O thou vile creature! bear thee from Pursue his spotted ghost, and shoot him as lie flies!

(Erit. And thank Statira, that thou art alive,

Aler. O my fair star, I shall be shortly with Else thou hadst perished; yes, I would have rent,

thee; With my just hands, that rock, that marble heart; For I already feel the sad effects I would have dived through seas of blood to Of those most fatal imprecations. find it,

What means this deadly dew upon my forehead? To tear the cruel quarry from its center.

My heart too heaves.
Ror. O take me to your arms, and hide my Cass. It will anon be still-

[ Aside blushes!

The poison works,


my sight,

Pol. I'll see the wished effect [Aside. As much more as the dead outweigh the living. Ere I remove, and gorge me with revenge. Cass. Said he nothing?

Pol. When they took him up, Enter PERDICCAS and LYSIMACHUS. He sighed, and entered with a strange wild look, Per. I beg your majesty will pardon me, Embraced the princes round, and said he must A fatal messenger;

Dispatch the business of the world in haste. Great Sysigambis, hearing Statira's death,

Enter PHILIP and THESSALUS. Is now no more ; . Her last words gave the princess to the brave Phil. Back, back, all scatter-With a dreadful Lysimachus: but that, which most will strike you,

shout Your dear Hephestion, having drank too largely I heard him cry, 'I am but a dead man!" At your last feast, is of a surfeit dead.

Thess. The poison tears him with that height Aler. How! dead ? Hephestion dead? alas, the

of horror, dear

That I could pity him. Unhappy youth !—But he sleeps happy,

Pol. Peace where shall we meet? I must wake for ever :This object, this,

Cass. On Saturn's field. This face of fatal beauty,

Methinks I see the frighted deities Will stretch my lids with vast, eternal tears- Ramming more bolts in their big-bellied clouds, Who had the care of poor Hephestion's life? And firing all the heavens to drown his noise. Lys. Philarda, the Arabian artist.

Now we should laugh--But go, disperse yourAler. Fly, Meleager, hang him on a cross !

selves, That for Hephestion.

While each soul here, that fills his noble vessel, But here lies my fate; Hephestion, Clytus, Swells with the murder, works with ruin o'er; All my victories for ever folded up:

And from the dreadful deed this glory draws, In this dear body my banner's lost,

We killed the greatest man that ever was. My standard's triumph's gone!

[Ereunt. O when shall I be mad? Give order to The army, that they break their shields, swords,

SCENE II. spears, Pound their bright armour into dust; away!

Enter ALEXANDER and all his Attendants.
Is there not cause to put the world in mourning? Aler. Search there, nay, probe me, search my
Tear all your robes :-he dies, that is not naked

wounded 'reins !
Down to the waste, all like the sons of sorrow. Pull, draw it out!
Burn all the spires, that seem to kiss the sky; Lys. We have searched, but find no hurt.
Beat down the battlements of every city;

Aler. 0 I am shot, a forked burning arrow And for the monument of this loved creature, Sticks cross my shoulders: the sad venom flies, Root up those bowers, and pave them all with Like lightning, through my flesh, my blood, my

gold: Draw dry the Ganges, make the Indies poor; Lys. This must be treason. To build her tomb, no shrines nor altars spare,

Perd. Would I could but guess ! But strip the shining gods to make it rare. (Erit. Aler. Ha! what a change of torments I enCass. Ha! whither now? follow him, Polyper

dure ! chon.

[Erit Pol. A bolt of ice runs hissing through my bowels: I find Cassander's plot grows full of death ; 'Tis sure the arm of death: give me a chair; Murder is playing her great master-piece, Cover me, for I freeze, and my teeth chatter, And the sad sisters sweat, so fast I urge them. And my knees knock together. O how I hug myself for this revenge !

Perd. Heaven bless the king! My fancy's great in mischief; for methinks Aler. Ha! who talks of heaven? The night grows darker, and the labouring ghosts, I am all hell; I burn, I burn again! For fear that I should find new torments out, The war grows wondrous hot; hey for the Tigris. Run o'er the old with most prodigious swiftness. Bear me, Bucephalus, amongst the billows: I see the fatal fruit betwixt the teeth,

O'tis a noble beast; I would not change him The sieve brim-full , and the swift stone stand still. For the best horse the Sun has in his stable :

For they are hot, their mangers full of coals, Enter POLYPERCHON.

Their manes are flakes of lightning, curls of fire, What, does it work?

And their red tails, like meteors, whisk about. Pol . Speak softly.

Lys. Help all, Eumenes, help! I cannot hold


Aler. Ha, ha, ha! I shall die with laughter. I followed him, and saw him swiftly walk Parmenio, Clytus, dost thou see yon fellow, Toward the palace ; oft-times looking back, That ragged soldier, that poor tattered Greek? With watry eyes, and calling out Statira.

See how he puts to flight the gaudy Persians, He stumbled at the gate, and fell along; With nothing but a rusty helmet on, throu Nor was he raised with ease by his attendants,

which But seemed a greater load than ordinary, The grizzly bristles of his pushing beard


Cass. Well.
Pol. It does ;


Drive them like pikes---Ha, ha, ha!

Lys. Break not our hearts with such unkind Perd. How wild he talks !

expressions. Lys. Yet warring in his wildness.

Perd. We will not part with you, nor change Alex. Sound, sound, keep your ranks close;

for Mars. ay, now they come:

Aler. Perdiccas, take this ring, O the brave din, the noble clank of arms! And see me laid in the temple of Jupiter Amr Charge, charge apace, and let the phalanx move; darius comes

-ha! let me in, none Dare Lys. To whom does your dread majesty beTo cross my fury.-Philotas is —unhorsed; ay,

queath 'tis Darius;

The empire of the world? I see, I know him by the sparkling plumes,

Aler. To him that is most worthy. And his gold chariot, drawn by ten white horses: Perd. When will you, sacred sir, that we should But, like a tempest, thus I pour upon him

give He bleeds! with that last blow I brought him To your great memory those divine honours, down;

Which such exalted virtue does deserve? He tumbles! take him, snatch the imperial crown. Alex. When you are all most happy, and in They fly, they fly! -follow, follow !Victo

peace. ria! Victoria !

Your hands father, if I have discharged Victoria ! -O let me sleep.

[Rises Perd. Let's raise him softly, and bear him to The duty of a man to empire born; his bed.

If, by unwearied toils, I have deserved Aler. Hold, the least motion gives me sudden The vast renown of thy adopted son, death;

Accept this soul, which thou didst first inspire, My vital spirits are quite parched up,

And which this sigh thus gives thee back again. And all my smoky entrails turned to ashes.

Dies. Lys. When you, the brightest star that ever Lys. Eumenes, cover the fallen majesty; shone,

If there be treason, let us find it out; Shall set, it must be night with us for ever. Lysimachus stands forth to lead you on,

Aler. Let me embrace you all before I die: And swears, by these most honoured dear reWeep not, my dear companions; the good gods

mains, Shall send you, in my stead, a nobler prince, He will not taste those joys which beauty brings, One that shall lead you forth with matchless con- Till we revenge the greatest, best of kings. duct.

[Ereunt omnes.


WHATE'ER they mean, yet ought they to be curst, But for the youth in petticoats run wild,
Who this censorious age did polish first, With,“ oh ! the archest wag, the sweetest child!"
Who the best play for one poor error blame, The panting breast, white hands, and lily feet,
As priests against our ladies's arts declaim, No more shall your pall'd thoughts with plea-
And for one patch both soul and body damn.

sure meet: But what does more provoke the actor's rage, The woman in boy's clothes all boy shall be, (For we must shew the grievance of the stage) And never raise your thoughts above the kpee. Is, that our women, which adorn each play, Well, if our women knew how false you are, Bred at our cost, become at length your prey: They would stay here, and this new trouble While green and sour, like trees we bear them

spare : all,

Poor souls! they think all gospel you relate, But when they're mellow, straight to you they Charmed with the noise of settling an estate; fall;

But when at last your appetites are full, You watch them bare and squab, and let them and the tired Cupid grows with action dull, rest,

You'll find some tricks to cut off the entail, But with the first young down you snatch the And send them back to us all worn and stale.

Perhaps they'll find our stage, while they have Pray leave those poaching tricks, if you are wise,

rang'd, Ere we take out one letter of reprise;

To some vile canting conventicle chang’d; For we have vowed to find a sort of toys Where, for the sparks who once resorted there, Known to black friars, a tribe of chopping boys; With their curl'd wigs that scented all the air, If once they come, they'll quickly spoil your They'll see grave blockheads with short greasy sport;

hair, There's not one lady will receive your court: Greed aprons, steeple-hats, and collar-bands,


Dull sniv’ling rogues that wring--not clap their | To their chopp'd cheeks their pickled kerchers hands;

hold, Where for gay punks that drew the shining Whose zeal too might persuade, in spite to you, crowd,

Our flying angels to augment their crew; And misses that in vizards laugh'd aloud, While Farringdon, their hero, struts about 'em, They'll bear young sisters sigh, see matrons old And ne'er a damning critic dares to flout 'em.

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Wit long opprest, and fill'd at last with rage, True rogues, their own, not god's elect, command.
Thus in a sullen mood rebukes the age :

Let pigs then be prophane; but broth's allow'd,
What loads of fame do modern heroes bear, Possets and christian caudles may be good,
For an inglorious, long, and lazy war?

Meat helps, to reinforce a brother's blood;
Who for some skirmish, or a safe retreat, Therefore each female saint he doth advise,
(Not to be dragg'd to battle) are called great. With groans, and hums, and ha's, and goggling
But oh, what do ambitious statesmen gain,

Who into private chests whole nations drain? To rub him down, and make the spirit rise;
What sums of gold they hoard, is daily known, While with his zeal transported from the ground,
To all men's cost, and sometimes to their own. He mounts, and sanctifies the sisters round.
Your lawyer too, that like an oyes bawls, On poets only no kind star e'er smild;
That drowns the market-higler in the stalls, Curst fate has damn'd 'em every mother's child:
That seems begot, conceiv'd, and born in Therefore he warns his brothers of the stage,

To write no more for an ungrateful age.
Yet thrives : he and his crowd get what they Think what penurious masters you have serv'd;

Tasso run mad, and noble Spencer starv'd: Swarming all term-time through the Strand Turn then, whoe're thou art that canst write like bees,

They buz at Westminster, and lie for fees. Thy ink to gall, and in lampoons excel.
The godly too their ways of getting have,

Forswear all honesty, traduce the great,
But none so much as your fanatic knave : Grow impudent, and rail against the state;
Wisely the wealthiest livings they refuse, Bursting with spleen, abroad thy pasquils send,
Who by the fattest bishoprics would lose; And chuse some libel-spreader for thy friend:
Who with short hair, large ears, and small blue The wit and want of Timon point thy mind,

And for thy satyr-subject chuse mankind.


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THEODOSIUS, emperor of Constantinople. PULCHERIA, elder sister of THEODOSIUS.
VARANES, his friend, prince of Persia. ATHENAIS, daughter of LEONTINE
MARCIAN, general of the Roman army. JULIA.
LUCIUS, a soldier, his friend.

ATTicus, chief priest.

Attendants, Singers, Chorus.


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