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If my authority has any influence,
Clyt. What ' are you mad? Is this a time to plead
Lys. The prop'rest time; he dares not now be partial,
Lest Heav'n, in justice, should avenge my wrongs,
Aler. Hence, from my sight, and bear him to å
dungeon Perdiceas, give this lion to a lion: None speak for him; fly, stop his mouth; away.
(Exit LYSIMACAUS, PERDICAS, and GUARDS: Clyt. This comes of women—the result of love; Yet were I heated now with wine, I doubt I should be preaching in this fool's behalf. Aler. Come hither, Clytus, and my friend, He
phestion ; Lend me your arms ; for I am sick o'the sudden. I fear, betwixt Statira's cruel vows, And fond Roxana's arts, your king will fall:
Clyt. Better the race of women were destroy'd, And Persia sunk in everlasting ruin ! Hephes. Look up, my lord, and bend not thus
your head, As if you purpos’d to forsake the world, Which you have greatly won.
Aler. 'Would I had not; There is no true joy in such unwieldy fortune. Eternal gazers lasting troubles make; All find my spots, but few, observe my brightness. Stand from about me all, and give me air. Yes, I will shake this Cupid from my soul ; I'll fright the feeble god with war’s alarms, Or drown his pow'r in floods of hostile blood. Grant me, great Mars, once more in arms to shine, And break, like lightning, thro' the embattled line; Thro’ fields of death to whirl the rapid car, And blaze amidst the thunder of the war, Resistless as the bolt that rends the grove; Or greatly perish, like the son of Jove.
Trumpets sounding a Dead March ; LYSIMACHU6 led
Prisoner ; EUMENES, PERDICCAS, PARISATIS, and
Par. Stay, my Lysimachus! a moment stay!
Par. Even in the grave will Parisatis join thee:
Lys. Were I to live till nature's self decay'd,
Defenceless and unarm'd I'll fight for thee,
Enter Roxana and CASSANDER.
vengeance, make me the most wretched thing On earth, while living, and when dead, the lowest And blackest of the tiends.
Cas. Ch, nobly said !
your flights; No I approve them, and will aid your ven
R. v. Fear not, Cassander; nothing shall prevent it: Roxana dooms him, and her voice is fate. My soul from childhood has aspir'd to empire; In early non-age I was us’d to reign Among my she-companions; I despis'd The trifling arts and little wiles of women, And taught them with an Amazonian spirit To win the steed, to chase the foaming boar, And conquer man, the lawless charter'd savage. Cus. Her words, her looks, her every motion, fires me. Row. But when I heard of Alexander's fame, How with a handful he had conquer'd millions, Spoil'd all the east, and captive led our queens, While, like a god, unconquer'd by their charms, With heavenly pity he assuag'd their woes, Dried up their tears, and sooth'd them into peace, I hung attentive on my father's lips, And wish'd him tell the wond’rous tale again. No longer pleasing were my former sports, Love had its turn, and all the woman reign'd; Involuntary sighs heav'd in my breast, And glowing blushes crimson'd on my cheek; . Ev’n in my slumbers I have often mourn'd In plaintive sounds, and murmur'd Alexander. Cas. Curse on his name ! she doats upon him still. Ror. At length this conqueror to Zogdia came, And, cover'd o'er with laurels, storm'd the city: But oh, Cassander where shall I find words To paint th' ecstatic transports of my soul, When midst a circle of unrivall'd beauties I saw myself distinguish'd by the hero ! With artless rapture I receiv'd his vows, The warmest sure that lover ever breath'd, Of fervent love, and everlasting truth. Cas. And need you then be told those times are na of