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ACT THE FIFTH
The Bower of Semiramis,
virtue ! Where are you fled, dear shades? where are you
fled ? 'Twas but a dream, and yet I saw and heard My royal parents, who, while pious care Sat on their faded cheeks, pronounced with tears, Tears such as angels weep, this hour my
[Flourish of Trumpets.
massy bars : At length we have conquered this stupendous height, And reached the grove.
Stat. Ye guardian gods defend me! Roxana's vuice! then all the vision's true, And die I must.
Rox. Secure the brazen gate.
Rox. Behold this dagger! 'Tis thy fate, Statira!
Stat. How little know'st thou what Statira dares !
Rox. Return, fair insolent ! return, I say:
Stat. Alas, Roxana! 'tis not in my power ;
Ror. Oh, sorceress ! to thy accursed charms
[Hulds up the Dagger
Rox. Not for the world's wide empire shouldst
thou see him.
Rox. Ha ! Too long I have trifled. 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, sorceress, die, and all my wrongs die with thee!
Alexander. [Without.] Away, ye slaves ! "stand off; Nor Heaven nor earth shall stop me. Enter AlexANDER, LYSIMACHUS, CASSANDER, PER
DICCAS, THESSALUS, OFFICERS, and GUARDS. Ha! Oh! my soul! Îny queen, my love, Statira! Are these my promised joys ?
Stat. Alas! My only love, my best and dearest blessing! Would I had died before you entered here; For, thus delighted, while I gaze upon thee, Death grows more horrid, and I'm loath to leave
thee. Alex. Thou shalt not leave me
stars ! Oh, where's the monster, where's the horrid fiend, That struck at innocence, and murdered thes?
Rox. Behold the wretch, who, desperate of thy
Rox. Yes, thus I'll fasten on your sacred robe,
Alex. Oh, murderess, off! for ever shun my sight,
with the [Stable
Roč. Barbarian! yes, I will for ever shun thee. Repeated injuries have steeled my heart, And I could curse myself for being kind. If there is any majesty above, That has revenge in store for perjured love, Send, Heaven, the swiftest ruin on his head; Strike the destroyer! lay the victor dead! But what are curses ? curses will not kill, Nor ease the tortures I am doomed to feel! Alex. Oh, my fair star, I shall be shortly with
Alez. Dead! then he is blest!
up In this dear body.
Here my banners lost, My standard's triumphs gone. Oh, when-Oh,
when Shall I be mad indeed!
[Exeunt all but Cassander and THESSALUS. Cass. He's gone-but whither? Follow, Thessalus, Attend his steps, and let me know what passes.
[Exeunt THESSALUS and CASSANDER, separately.