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A49935	The rival queens, or, The death of Alexander the Great acted at the Theater-Royal by their majesties servants / by Nat. Lee ...; Cassandra	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; La Calprenède, Gaultier de Coste, seigneur de, d. 1663. Cassandre. English.	1677 (1677)	Wing L865; ESTC R13215	44,678	82

see A Great Man tumble but they must be talking Cass. The Spirit of King Philip in those Arms We saw him wear pass'd groaning through the Court His dreadful Eye-balls rowl'd their horrour upwards He wav'd his Arms and shook his wondrous Head I 've heard that at the crowing of the Cock Lions will roar and Goblings steal away But this Majestick Air stalks stedfast on Spight of the Morn that calls him from the East Nor minds the op'ning of the Iv'ry Door Phil. 'T is certain there was never Day like this Cass. Late as I musing walk't behind the Palace I met a monstrous Child that with his Hands Held to his Face which seem'd all over Eyes A Silver Bowle and wept it full of Blood But having spy'd me like a Cockatrice He glar'd a while then with a shriek so shrill As all the Winds had whistled from his Mouth He dash'd me with the Gore he held and vanished Pol. That which befell me though 't was horrid yet When I consider it appears ridiculous For as I pass'd through a by vacant place I met two Women very old and ugly That wrung their Hands and howl'd and beat their Breasts And cry'd out Poyson when I askt the cause They took me by the Ears and with strange force Held me to Earth then laugh'd and disappear'd Cass. O how I love destruction with a Method Which none discern but those that weave the Plot Like Silk-worms we are hid in our own Weft But we shall burst at last through all the strings And when time calls come forth in a new Form Not Insects to be trod but Dragons wing'd Thess. The Face of all the Court is strangely alter'd There 's not a Persian I can meet but stares As if he were distracted Oxyartes Statira's Unckle openly declaim'd Against the Perjury of Alexander Phil. Others more fearful are remov'd to Susa Dreading Roxana's rage who comes i' th' Rear To Babylon Cass. It glads my rising Soul That we shall see him Rack'd before he dies I know he loves Statira more than Life And on a Crowd of Kings in Triumph born Comes big with expectation to enjoy her But when he hears the Oaths which she has ta'ne Her last adieu made publick to the World Her vow'd divorce how will remorse consume him Prey like the Bird of Hell upon his Liver Pol. To bawk his Longing and delude his Lust Is more than Death 't is Earnest for Damnation Cass. Then comes Roxana who must help our Party I know her jealous bloody and ambitious Sure 't was the likeness of her Heart to mine And Sympathy of Natures caus'd me love her 'T is fixt I must enjoy her and no way So proper as to make her guilty first Pol. To see two Rival Queens of different humours With a variety of Torments vex him Enter Lysima Hephest. Cass. Of that anon but see Lysimachus And the young Favourite sort sort your selves And like to other Mercenary Souls Adore this Mortal God that soon must bleed Lys. Here I will wait the King's approach and stand His utmost anger if he do me wrong Heph. That cannot be from Power so absolute And high as his Lys. Well you and I have done Pol. How the Court thickens Trumpets sound Cass. Nothing to what it will Does he not come To hear a thousand thousand Embassies Which from all Parts to Babylon are brought As if the Parliament of the whole World Had met and he came on a God to give The infinite Assembly glorious audience Enter Clytus Aristander in his Robes with a Wand Arist. Haste Reverend Clytus haste and stop the King Clyt. He is already entred then the Press Of Princes that attend so thick about him Keep all that wou'd approach at certain distance Arist. Though he were hem'd with Deities I 'de speak to him And turn him back from this Highway to Death Clyt. Here place your self within his Trumpets sound Lo the Caldean Priests appear behold The sacred Fire Nearchus and Eumenes With their white Wands and drest in Eastern Robes To sooth the King who loves the Persian mode But see the Master of the World appears Enter Alexander all kneel but Clytus Heph. O Son of Jupiter live for ever Alex. Rise all and thou my second self my Love O my Hephestion raise thee from the Earth Up to my Breast and hide thee in my Heart Art thou grown cold why hang thine Arms at distance Hugg me or else by Heaven thou lov'st me not Heph. Not Love my Lord break not the Heart you fram'd And moulded up to such an Excellence Then stamp'd on it your own Immortal Image Not love the King Such is not Womans love So fond a friendship such a sacred flame As I must doubt to find in Breasts above Alex. Thou dost thou lov'st me Crown of all my Wars Thou dearer to me than my Groves of Lawrel I know thou lov'st thy Alexander more Than Clytus does the King no Tears Hephestion I read thy Passion in thy Manly Eyes And glory in those Planets of my Life Above the Rival Lights that shine in Heaven Lys. I see that Death must wait me yet I 'le on Alex. I 'le tell thee Friend and mark it all ye Princes Though never mortal Man arriv'd to such A height as I yet I wou'd forfeit all Cast all my Purples and my conquer'd Crowns And dye to save this Darling of my Soul Give me thy Hand share all my Scepters while I live and when my hour of Fate is come I leave thee what thou meritest more than I the World Lys. Dread Sir I cast me at your Royal Feet Alex. What my Lysimachus whose Veins are rich With our illustrious Blood my Kinsman rise Is not that Clytus Clyt. Your old faithful Souldier Alex. Come to my hands thus double Arm the King And now methinks I stand like the dread God Who while his Priests and I quaff'd sacred Blood Acknowledg'd me his Son My Lightning thou And thou my mighty Thunder I have seen Thy glittering Sword out-fly Celestial Fire And when I cry'd Be gone and execute I 've seen him run swifter than starting Hinds Nor bent the tender Grass beneath his Feet Swifter than Shadows fleeting o're the Fields Nay even the Winds with all their stock of Wings Have puff'd behind as wanting Breath to reach him Lys. But if your Majesty Clyt. Who would not lose The last dear drop of Blood for such a King Alex. Witness my elder Brothers of the Skie How much I love a Souldier O my Clytus Was it not when we pass'd the Granicus Thou didst preserve me from unequal force It was when Spithridates and Rhesaces Fell both upon me with two dreadful stroaks And clove my temper'd Helmet quite in sunder Then I remember then thou didst me service I think my Thunder split him to the Navel Clyt. To your great self you owe that Victory And sure your Arms did never gain a nobler Alex. By Heaven they never did for well thou

The King I know is bent to thy destruction Now by command they forc'd me from his knees But take this satisfaction in thy death No Power Command my Mothers Sisters tears Shall cause me to survive thy cruel loss Lys. Live Princess live howe're the King disdains me Perhaps unarm'd and fighting for your sake I may perform what shall amaze the World And force him yet to give you to my arms Away Perdicas dear Eumenes take The Princess to your charge Exeunt Perd. Lys. Guards Eum. O cruelty Par. Lead me Eumenes lead me from the light Where I may wait till I his ruine hear Then free my Soul to meet him in the Air. Exeunt Phil. See where the jealous proud Roxana comes A haughty vengeance gathers up her brow Thes. Peace they have rais'd her to their ends observe Enter Roxana Cassander Polipercon Rox. O you have ruin'd me I shall be mad Said you so passionate is 't possible So kind to her and so unkind to me Cas. More then your utmost fancy can invent He swouned thrice at hearing of her Vow And when our care as oft had brought back life He drew his Sword and offer'd at his breast Pol. Then rail'd on you with such unheard of curses Rox. Away be gone and give a whirlwind room Or I will blow you up like dust avaunt Madness but meanly represents my toyl Roxana and Statira they are names That must for ever jarr eternal discord Fury revenge disdain and indignation Tear my swoln breast make way for fire and tempest My brain is burst debate and reason quench'd The storm is up and my hot bleeding heart Splits with the rack while passions like the winds Rise up to Heav'n and put out all the Stars What saving hand O what Almighty arm Can raise me sinking Cas. Let your own arm save you 'T is in your power your beauty is Almighty Let all the Stars go out your Eyes can light 'em Wake then bright Planet that shou'd rule the world Wake like the Moon from your too long Eclipse And we with all the Instruments of War Trumpets and Drums will help your Glorious Labour Pol. Put us to act and with a violence That fits the Spirit of a most wrong'd woman Let not Medea's dreadfull vengeance stand A pattern more but draw your own so fierce It may for ever be Original Cas. Touch not but dash with stroaks so bravely bold Till you have form'd a face of so much horrour That gaping Furies may run frighted back That Envy may devour her self for madness And sad Medusa's head be turn'd to Stone Rox. Yes we will have revenge my Instruments For there is nothing you have said of me But comes far short wanting of what I am When in my nonage I at Zogdia liv'd Amongst my She-companions I wou'd reign Drew 'em from idleness and little arts Of coining looks and laying snares for Lovers Broke all their Glasses and their Tires tore Taught 'em like Amazons to ride and chace Wild Beasts in Desarts and to Master men Cas. Her looks her words her ev'ry motion fires me Rox. But when I heard of Alexander's Conquests How with a handfull he had Millions slain Spoil'd all the East their Queens his Captives made Yet with what Chastity and God like temper He saw their Beauties and with pity bow'd Methought I hung upon my Father's lips And wish'd him tell the wondrous tale again Left all my sports the Woman now return'd And sighs uncall'd wou'd from my bosom fly And all the night as my Adraste told me In slumbers groan'd and murmur'd Alexander Cas. Curse on the name but I will soon remove That bar of my Ambition and my Love Rox. At last to Zogdia this Triumpher came And cover'd o're with Laurels forc'd our City At night I by my Father's order stood With fifty Virgins waiting at a Banquet But oh how glad was I to hear his Court To feel the pressure of his glowing hand And tast the dear the false-protesting lips Cas. Wormwood and Hemlock henceforth grow about 'em Rox. Gods that a man should be so great and base What said he not when in the Bridal Bed He clasp'd my yielding body in his arms When with his fiery lips devouring mine And moulding with his hand my throbbing breast He swore the Globes of Heav'n and Earth were vile To those rich Worlds and talk'd and kiss'd and lov'd And made me shame the morning with my blushes Cas. Yet after this prove false Pol. Horrid perjury Cas. Not to be match'd Pol. O you must find revenge Cas. A person of your Spirit be thus slighted For whose desire all Earth should be too little Rox. And shall the Daughter of Darius hold him That puny Girl that Ape of my ambition That cry'd for milk when I was nurs'd in bloud Shall she made up of watry Element A Cloud shall she embrace my proper God While I am cast like Lightning from his hand No I must scorn to prey on common things Though hurl'd to Earth by this disdainfull Jove I will rebound to my own Orb of fire And with the wrack of all the Heav'ns expire Cas. Now you appear your self 'T is noble anger Rox. May the Illustrious bloud that fills my womb And ripens to be perfect Godhead born Come forth a Fury may Barsina's Bastard Tread it to Hell and rule as Soveraign Lord When I permit Statira to enjoy Roxana's right and strive not to destroy Enter Sysigambis Statira in mourning Cas. Behold her going to fulfill her Vow Old Sysigambis whom the King engag'd Resists and awes her with Authority Rox. 'T was rashly vow'd indeed and I shou'd pity her Sys O my Statira how has passion chang'd thee Think if you drive the King to such extremes What in his fury may he not denounce Against the poor remains of lost Darius Stat. I know I know he will be kind to you And to my mourning Sister for my sake And tell him how with my departing breath I rail'd not but spoke kindly of his person Nay wept to think of our divided Loves And sobbing sent a last forgiveness to him Rox. Grant Heav'n some ease to this distracted wretch Let her not linger out a life in torments Be these her last words and at once dispatch her Sys No by the Everlasting fire I swear By my Darius Soul I never more Will dare to look on Alexander's face If you refuse to see him Rox. Curse on that cunning tongue I fear her now Cas. No she 's resolv'd Stat. I cast me at your feet To bath 'em with my tears or if you please I 'le let out life and wash 'em with my bloud But still conjure you not to rack my Soul Nor hurry my wild thoughts to perfect madness Shou'd now Darius awfull Ghost appear And my pale Mother stand beseeching by I wou'd persist to death and keep my Vow Rox. She shews a certain bravery of Soul Which I shou'd praise in any but my Rival Sys Dye then

for if you do By all the Furies and the flames of Love By Love which is the hottest burning Hell I 'le set you both on fire to blaze for ever Exit Stat. O Alexander is it possible Good Gods That guilt can shew so lovely yet I pardon Forgive thee all by thy dear life I do Alex. Ha! Pardon saidst thou Pardon me Sys Now all thy Mothers blessings fall about thee My best my most belov'd my own Statira Alex. Is it then true that thou hast pardon'd me And is it giv'n me thus to touch thy hand And fold thy body in my longing arms To gaze upon thy Eyes my happier Stars To tast thy lip and thy dear balmy breath While ev'ry sigh comes forth so fraught with sweets 'T is incense to be offer'd to a God Stat. Yes dear Impostor 't is most true that I Have pardon'd thee and 't is as true that while I stand in view of thee thy eyes will wound Thy tongue will make me wanton as thy wishes And while I feel thy hand my body glows Therefore be quick and take your last adieu These your last sighs and these your parting tears Farewell farewell a long and last farewell Alex. O my Hephestion bear me or I sink Stat. Nay you may take Heav'n how my heart throbs You may you may if yet you think me worthy Take from these trembling lips a parting kiss Alex. No let me starve first why Statira why What is the meaning of all this O Gods I know the cause my working brain divines You 'l say you pardon'd but with this reserve Never to make me blest as I have been To slumber by the side of that false man Nor give a Heav'n of beauty to a Devil Think you not thus speak Madam Sys She is not worthy Son of so much sorrow Speak comfort to him speak my dear Statira I ask thee by those tears Ah canst thou e're Pretend to Love yet with dry eyes behold him Alex. Silence more dreadfull then severest sounds Wou'd she but speak though Death eternal Exile Hung at her lips yet while her tongue pronounces There must be Musick even in my undoing Stat. Still my lov'd Lord I cannot see you thus Nor can I ever yield to share your Bed O I shall find Roxana in your arms And tast her kisses left upon your lips Her curs'd embraces have defil'd your body Nor shall I find the wonted sweetness there But artificial smells and aking odours Alex. Yes obstinate I will Madam you shall You shall in spight of this resistless passion Be serv'd but you must give me leave to think You never lov'd O cou'd I see you thus Hell has not half the tortures that you raise Clyt. Never did passions combat thus before Alex. O I shall burst Unless you give me leave to rave a while Sys Yet e're destruction sweeps us both away Relent and break through all to pity him Alex. Yes I will shake this Cupid from my arms If all the rages of the Earth can fright him Drown him in the deep bowl of Hercules Make the World drunk and then like Aeolus When he gave passage to the struggling winds I 'le strike my Spear into the reeling Globe To let it bloud set Babylon in a blaze And drive this God of flames with more consuming fire Stat. My presence will but force him to extremes Besides 't is death to me to see his pains Yet stand resolv'd never to yield again Permit me to remove Alex. I charge ye stay her For if she pass by all the Hells I feel Your Souls your naked Ghosts shall wait upon her O turn thee Turn thou barb'rous brightness turn Hear my last words and see my utmost pang But first kneel with me all my Souldiers kneel All kneel Yet lower prostrate to the Earth Ah Mother what Will you kneel too Then let the Sun stand still To see himself out-worship'd not a face Be shewn that is not wash'd all o're in tears But weep as if you here beheld me slain Sys Hast thou a heart or art thou Savage turn'd But if this posture cannot move your mercy I never will speak more Alex. O my Statira I swear my Queen I 'le not out-live thy hate My Soul is still as death But one thing more Pardon my last extremities the transports Of a deep wounded breast and all is well Stat. Rise and may Heav'n forgive you all like me Alex. You are too gracious Clytus bear me hence When I am laid in Earth yield her the world There 's something here heaves and is cold as Ice That stops my breath Farewell O Gods for ever Stat. Hold off and let me run into his arms My dearest my all Love my Lord my King You shall not dye if that the soul and body Of thy Statira can restore thy life Give me thy wonted kindness bend me break me With thy embraces Alex. O the killing joy O extasie my heart will burst my breast To leap into thy bosom but by Heav'n This night I will revenge me of thy beauties For the dear rack I have this day endur'd For all the sighs and tears that I have spent I 'le have so many thousand burning Loves So swell thy lips so fill me with thy sweetness Thou shalt not sleep nor close thy wandring Eyes The smiling hours shall all be lov'd away We 'l surfeit all the night and languish all the day Stat. Nor shall Roxana Alex. Let her not be nam'd O Mother how shall I requite your goodness And you my fellow Warriours that cou'd weep For your lost King But I invite you all My equals in the Throne as in the Grave Without distinction to the Riot come To the Kings Banquet Clyt. I beg your Majesty Would leave me out Alex. None none shall be excus'd All Revel out the day 't is my command Gay as the Persian God our self will stand With a Crown'd Goblet in our lifted hand Young Ammon and Statira shall go round While antick Measures beat the burden'd ground And to the vaulted Skies our Clangors sound Exeunt ACT IV. Enter Clytus in his Macedonian habit Hephestion Eumenes Meleager c. in Persian Robes Clyt. AWay I will not wear these Persian Robes Nor ought the King be angry for the reverence I owe my Country sacred are her Customs Which honest Clytus shall preserve to death O let me rot in Macedonian rags Rather then shine in fashions of the East Then for the Adorations he requires Rost my old body in eternal flames Or let him Cage me like Calisthenes Eum. Dear Clytus be perswaded Heph. You know the King Is God-like full of all the richest Virtues That ever Royal heart possess'd yet you Perverse but to one humour will oppose him Clyt. Call you it humour 't is a pregnant one By Mars there 's venom in it burning pride And though my life shou'd follow rather then Bear such a hot ambition in my bowels I 'd rip 'em up to give the poyson

which from his eyes shot gloomy red Made the Sun start as the spectators thought And round 'em cast a day of bloud and death Heph. When we arriv'd just as the valiant Prince Cry'd out O Parisatis take my life 'T is for thy sake I go undaunted thus To be devour'd by this most dreadfull creature Clyt. Then walking forward the large Beast disery'd His prey and with a roar that made us pale Flew fiercely on him but the active Prince Starting aside avoided his first shock With a slight hurt and as the Lyon turn'd Thrust Gauntlet arm and all into his throat And with Herculean force tore forth by th' roots The foaming bloudy tongue and while the Savage Faint with that loss sunk to the blushing Earth To plough it with his teeth your conqu'ring Souldier Leap'd on his back and dash'd his skull to pieces Alex. By all my Laurels 't was a God-like act And 't is my Glory as it shall be thine That Alexander cou'd not pardon thee O my brave Souldier think not all the prayers Of the lamenting Queens cou'd move my Soul Like what thou hast perform'd grow to my breast embraces him Lys. However Love did hurry my wild arm When I was cool my fev'rish bloud did bate And as I went to death I blest the King Alex. Lysimachus we both have been transported But from this hour be certain of my heart A Lyon be the Impress of thy Shield And that Gold Armour we from Porcus won The King presents thee but retire to Bed Thy toils ask rest Lys. I have no wounds to hinder Of any moment or if I had though mortal I 'd stand to Alexander's health till all My veins were dry and fill 'em up again With that rich bloud which makes the Gods Immortal Alex. Hephestion thy hand embrace him close Though next my heart you hang the Jewel there For scarce I know whether my Queen be dearer Thou shalt not rob me of my Glory Youth That must to Ages flourish Parisatis Shall now be his that serves me best in War Neither reply but mark the charge I give And live as Friends Sound Sound my Armies Honour Health to their bodies and eternal Fame Wait on their memory when those are ashes Live all you must 't is a God gives you life Sound Lysimachus offers Clytus a Persian Robe and he refuses it Clyt. O vanity Alex. Ha! what says Clytus Who am I Clyt. The Son of good King Philip. Alex. No 't is false By all my Kindred in the Skies Jove made my Mother pregnant Clyt. I ha' done Here follows an Entertainment of Indian Singers and Dancers The Musick flourishes Alex. Hold hold Clytus take the Robe Clyt. Sir the Wine The weather 's hot besides you know my humour Alex. O 't is not well I 'd burn rather then be So fingular and froward Cylt So wou'd I Burn hang or drown but in a better cause I 'le drink or fight for Sacred Majesty With any here Fill me another Bowl Will you excuse me Alex. You will be excus'd But let him have his humour he is old Clyt. So was your Father Sir This to his memory Sound all the Trumpets there Alex. They shall not sound Till the King drinks by Mars I cannot tast A moments rest for all my years of bloud But one or other will oppose my pleasure Sure I was form'd for War eternal War All all are Alexander's Enemies Which I cou'd tame yes the Rebellious world Shou'd feel my wrath But let the sports go on The Indians Dance Lys. Nay Clytus you that cou'd advise Alex. Forbear Let him persist be positive and proud Sullen and dazl'd amongst the Nobler Souls Like an Infernal Spirit that had stole From Hell and mingled with the laughing Gods Clyt. When Gods grow hot where is the difference 'Twixt them and Devils fill me Greek wine yet fuller For I want Spirits Alex. Ha! let me hear a Song Clyt. Musick for Boys Clytus wou'd hear the groans Of dying persons and the Horses neighings Or if I must be tortur'd with shrill voices Give me the crys of Matrons in sack'd Towns Heph. Lysimachus the King looks sad let us awake him Health to the Son of Jupiter Ammon Ev'ry man take his Goblet in his hand Kneel all and kiss the Earth with adoration Alex. Sound sound that all the Universe may hear That I cou'd speak like Jove to tell abroad The kindness of my people Rise O rise My hands my arms my heart is ever yours Comes from his Throne all kiss his hand Clyt. I did not kiss the Earth nor must your hand I am unworthy Sir Alex. I know thou art Thou enviest my great Honour Sit my Friends Nay I must have a room Now let us talk Of War for what more fits a Souldiers mouth And speak speak freely or ye do not love me Who think you was the bravest General That ever led an Army to the Field Heph. I think the Sun himself ne're saw a Chief So truly great so fortunately brave As Alexander not the fam'd Alcides Nor fierce Achilles who did twice destroy With their all-conqu'ring Arms the famous Troy Lys. Such was not Cyrus Alex. O you flatter me Clyt. They do indeed and yet you love 'em for it But hate old Clytus for his hardy Virtue Come shall I speak a man more brave then you A better General and more expert Souldier Alex. I shou'd be glad to learn instruct me Sir Clyt. Your Father Philip I have seen him March And fought beneath his dreadful Banner where The stoutest at this Table would ha' trembl'd Nay frown not Sir you cannot look me dead When Greeks joyn'd Greeks then was the tug of War The labour'd Battle sweat and Conquest bled Why shou'd I fear to speak a truth more noble Then e're your Father Jupiter Ammon told you Philip fought men but Alexander women Alex. Spite by the Gods proud spite and burning envy Is then my Glory come to this at last To vanquish women Nay he said the stoutest here Wou'd tremble at the dangers he has seen In all the sicknesses and wounds I bore When from my reins the Javelins head was cut Lysimachus Hephestion speak Perdiccas Did I tremble O the cursed Lyar Did I once shake or groan or bear my self Beneath my Majesty my dauntless courage Heph. Wine has transported him Alex. No 't is plain meer malice I was a woman too at Oxydrace When planting at the walls a Scaling-Ladder I mounted spite of showrs of Stones Bars Arrows And all the lumber which they thunder'd down When you beneath cry'd out and spread your arms That I shou'd leap amongst you did I so Lys. Turn the discourse my Lord the old man rav'd Alex. Was I a woman when like Mercury I left the walls to fly amongst my Foes And like a baited Lion dy'd my self All over with the bloud of those bold Hunters Till spent with toil I battel'd on my knees Pluck'd forth the Darts that made my Shield a