Prisoner If Massinissa should oppose you say 'T is my Command who swore you to obey Exeunt Maherbal Enter Hannibal and Bomilcar Han. My Rosalinda freed and in my Tent But wherefore was that Stranger with her sent Thou hast a Tempest rais'd within my mind Speak was this Youth so fair and she so kind Bom. Your Rosalinda's beauty did appear Bright as Noon day all piercing sprightly clear But he who lead her seem'd so soft and young As if that pity handed Love along And tears his blushing Cheeks did so adorn Me thought the Sun came usher'd by the Morn Han. Cease thy unwelcom praise what did she say Bom. That she would there for your appearance stay I bow'd and went but being curious grown I stopp'd a while to mark that Fair unknown When she with languishing intreaties said Is this your Love Shall I not be obey'd Be gone be gone if Hannibal should come And but suspect death were your certain doom Han. Peace Harbenger of Fate with Ravens dwell Thy tale at Midnight to the dying tell Oh! it has pierc'd me like a poyson'd dart Which by degrees infects the blood and heart And now it higher mounts divides my head Where like a plague its pointed venoms spread My brain ten thousand various tortures turn Now Agues chill me and now Feavers burn Oh Rosalinda false ungrateful Maid Am I for loss of glory thus repaid But let 's away to my Pavilion lead That Ravisher of all my hopes shall bleed Exeunt Enter Rosalinda and Massina Ros. Why will you stay If you did ever love Let me conjure you from this place remove Mass. Permit me as your Menial Servant stay And near your Person sigh my life away Is that so much Ros. It cannot must not be That you should idly spend your hours with me You like the golden Planet of the day Should as you rise all glorious set all gay A generous pity does my heart subdue Which bids you now eternally Adieu Mass. Say your disdain Alas how can I part Me thinks I go as if I had no heart But since you are resolv'd it must be so Near to some murmuring brook I 'le lay me down Whose waters if they should too shallow flow My tears shall swell'em up that I will drown Enter Hannibal Bomilcar Asper Ros. Massina stay I strictly charge you live Han. Not Heaven nor Earth can grant him a reprieve Since Hannibal has vow'd that he shall die Bomilcar bind him bind him instantly False Rosalinda Bear him from my sight And shade his beauties with Eternal night Is it for this at last we meet again Wou'd thou hadst still the Consul 's Captive been Ros. Oh Hannibal can you resist my tears What change is this your stormy temper wears He shall not die Bomilcar Asper stay 'T is I command you dare you disobey Han. Be gone he dyes who listens to her pray'r Pull off his Bracelets let him shackles wear With fetters fret his soft and supple skin Too light a pennance for so foul a sin Massina is taken away Ros. If Rosalinda yet has any part Kneels Left in that cruel yet renowned heart This Stranger 's freedom instantly enjoyn And you shall ever be the Lord of mine Han. How darst thou plead for him false as you are Falser if possible then thou art fair In his behalf no Intercession make His torments shall be doubled for thy sake Ros. Henceforth wrong'd Innocence from Courts retreat Thou best but rare Companion of the great Since thus abus'd ah visit them no more But rest thy sorrows at some Shepard's door Han. Oh guilt canst thou to Innocence appeal Who to this Youth such kindness did reveal Ros. If pitty kindness be I was most kind Who all my softness to his griefs resign'd And what but Marble hearts cou'd see him mourn Yet so much sweetness with such sorrows scorn Han. Pity like yours that does so swiftly move Is the fore-runner of approaching Love Ros. Unworthy of the honour you possess My passions great wou'd I cou'd make it less Know most unjust and jealous therefore vain For Jealousie 's great weakness in great Men My constant Soul did for thy glory wave The Rich the Young the Beautiful and Brave My charmes the cold and temp'rate Consul felt Whilst beauties beams did fiercely on him play The frost which long had bound his heart did melt And Love like Sun-shine thaw'd his Ice away Han. Your looks me thinks have quite another Air Nor doubt I but your Beauty has been try'd So faint loves Colours in your face appear Like Silks that loose their gloss with being dy'd Ros. That Scipio nor this Prince whom cruel you Have bound cou'd nothing on my heart prevail Is as Heaven's high Decree most justly true And I am Innocent as thou art frail Han. Alas 't was Innocence to say begone If Hannibal should but suspect you 'r dead Ros. Compassion for a Love I could not own Urg'd me to speak what you have heard was said Therefore release him instantly from Bands And yield him safe into the Consul's hands Without delayes or murmuring free him straight Or may your Lawrels never more be green Nor may your Arms in War be fortunate Nor Rosalinda but with frowns be seen Han. Stay Madam Hast the Captive Prince unbind My heart to others rough the Souldiers crime As Rocks to Seas or stubborn Oaks to wind Shall bow to you as those must yield to time Forgive my temper hard'ned with the steel In which I stood almost Immortal Man Till Love let fall a blow that made me reel And pointed Beauty through my Armour ran Can you forgive the rudeness of my mind Ros. Forgo your jealousie and I 'le be kind Enter Massina unbound Han. May a rash Man wrong'd Prince your pardon crave Mass. No Sir my pardon you shall never have For know I hate thee on a double score Much for thy Love more for Tyrannick pow'r Princes who have like me dishonour'd bin Should blush to look abroad in flesh again Disgrac'd Massina Fall dye dispatch to fortune's malice bow Thy Royal Uncle would not own thee now Life profer'd with the World I wou'd not take Yet I could live for Rosalinda's sake Speak Hannibal wilt thou thy share resign Ros. He may but I can never part with mine Mass. How never Ros. Never Mass. O unkind hard heart Love when he shot me sure mistook his dart Or chang'd with death whose quick destroying shaft Thus drinks my blood thus with a full deep draught Stabs himself Ros. Hold cruel Prince the Dagger from him wrest Han. Too late alas I drew it from his breast Ros. What have you done Mass. Only my Body areyn'd Of that sick blood which Hannibal had stain'd What less then death could I to honour give And Love neglected charg'd me not to live Now you may take him take him to you all This cruel haughty happy Hannibal Han. The bus'ness of our life 's a senseless thing Why burns th' Ambitious
his Immortal Kindred leave him then You may be better plac'd with blood of Men Besides who knows but his Divinity As Gods will sometimes very froward be May chance take pet as you in Love engage And thunder you to pieces in his rage Ros. 'T is true in War most dreadful he appears All Cruel Glorious dangers thick he wears Not to amuse you when I have nam'd all That 's great and lovely think on Hannibal Mas. Is 't possible In Age can beauty ought that 's lovely spy Can dreams of glory waking youth supply Ros. Though his blood mov'd like freezing Currents slow Were his head whiter then the Alpine snow My youth his age into one piece should grow Mas. All you have said I know in jest was spoke What should you do with such a sapless Oak When a young pleasant Vine so near you stands And bows with all his Clusters to your hands Ros. Honour to youth and beauty I prefer I 'm for the best and bravest Man in War And since the World knows none so great as he None else shall Lord of my affection be In shorter joyes let other Maids delight These transitory pleasures of a night But I more lasting happiness design In my Illustrious Warriour's heart to shine And have my name on his high Tomb engrav'd This this is she who Hannibal enslav'd Mass. Though I no dawn of comfort can descry Yet in this hopeless Love I will engage And every thought of Royalty cast by Through all the World attend you as your Page For all my pains I will not beg one kiss That were to wrong your mighty Man of War Give a kind look and I will prize the bliss Above those hopes which the Ambitious bear Ros. Since then you are resolv'd a while to wait As your first task shew me the Consul strait My beauty like a Comet shall arise That temperate Lord of Nations to surprize I 'll thunder in his ears and light'n in his eyes Exeunt SCENE The Carthaginian Camp Hannibal is discover'd in his Tent sitting at a Table with lights Han. How great 's the care the toil and lingring pain That racks a General 's breast and breaks his brain Argus had a hundred lights and I but one Yet all the Day 't is buisie as the Sun And all the Night 't is watchful as the Moon When shall I sleep from noise and business freed 'T is hush'd but beauty business does succeed Beauty which Iove cou'd draw from Heav'ns high Tower When Nimphs in Groves his Godhead stoop'd t' adore So much he lov'd delight above Almighty power In his deep blood the soft Contagion ran Staining his Son that vast Immortal Man The great Alcides who a distaf made Of that huge Club which Nations could invade Wou'd in his Mistress Glass kind looks devise Less'ning the Glories of his God-like eyes And tun'd his mighty voice to tender cryes Since Gods themselves and God-like Men have lov'd Why should not I with beauty's Charms be mov'd The highest Power has love's blind Mazes trod Then Hannibal love on and imitate a God Enter Bomilcar Bomilcar here so suddenly return'd You look as if your journey you had mourn'd Bom. My Lord we were discover'd Han. Ha! how then Was your lost freedom given you agen Bom. The gen'rous Consul knowing who we were Commanded us to dissipate our fear Then to his Officers gave strict command To let us take a view of every Band But such brave Men and such strict discipline Han. You speak Bomilcar as you knew not mine Bom. My Lord your pardon if I say these eyes Ne're yet beheld such gallant Enemies When we had seen what might less Spirits damp He generously dismiss'd us from the Camp Han. This Civil brav'ry has oblidg'd me so I shall to Battle with half fury go Doubts enter here which yet my breast ne're felt Doubts beget fears and fears my courage melt But of my Love Cousen you nothing said Is she alive how I that answer dread Or is it possible she can be dead Bom. Though in the search our utmost wit essay'd We nought cou'd hear of that Illustrious Maid Han. Perhaps his heart for temp'rance so renown'd From her all conquering eyes might take a wound And now he keeps her close which should he dare With fire and sword we 'l carry on the War Yes we will instantly our bodies join The World 's at stake let it be his or mine Bom. Throw boldly at the sum which the Gods set A hundred thousand lives at once are met That on your side will all their fortunes bet Enter Maherbal Mah. Come forth my Lord hast from your Tent behold Sights that may chill the fiery dant the bold Shrill Trumpets Eccho through the Arch of Heaven Battles proclaim'd and bloody signals given Two Suns their gawdy Charriots Curtains furl And at each other brandish'd lightning hurl Red bolts rush flaming through a bloody sky Wounding the Air vast pointed splinters fly Immortal Spirits drop down and seem to dye A Host of Heavenly Warriours bright and gay Appointed stand and ready for the fray In golden Armes their shining Chiefs appear Helmets and Shields of Diamonds they wear And Spears with Stars of value set they bear Han. The end of all things sure is drawing nigh Mah. Through the void place swift Darts obliquely fly Black swarthy Demons hold a hollow Cloud And with long Thunder-bolts they drum aloud Their Trumpets all with Sun-beams are inlay'd Where dreadful sounds by fiery breath are made Mountains are buried in the womb of Earth A grave they find where first they had their birth Our houshold-Gods sweat as they stand and all Your Garlands from their Temples untouch'd fall A Wolf but now his jaws all bloodied o're And by his fide a Savage foaming Boar. Your Out-gards fac'd and slaughter there began Nor stopp'd they but through all the Army ran Till satiated with blood the Monsters fled Vanish'd from sight and in dark Forrests hid Han. Lead to the place from whence we may descry These dreadful Prodigies that fill the sky Command our Priests a Sacrifice prepare T' appease the angry Doemons of the Air. Exeunt The SCENE drawn discovers a Heaven of blood two Suns Spirits in Battle Arrows shot to and fro in the Air Cryes of yielding Persons c. Cryes of Carthage is fal'n Carthage c. Re-enter Hannibal Maherbal Bomilcar Han. What means the Gods by these phantastick forms And unprovok'd why do they raise such storms Mah. When dreadful Prodigies like these appear The sure destruction of some State is near Our General 's mov'd his angry looks dart fire And noble rage does his griev'd Soul inspire Han. Can this be true Answer ye Powers Divine Shall in our death the Roman glory shine Has Fate our ruin fix'd Is it decreed That Carthage fall and Hannibal must bleed Yet with unshaken Souls our doom we 'll wait And perish bravely though unfortunate Yes ye malicious Powers this Hannibal Whom you
untimely to destruction call Still what he was shall like a Souldier fall Let Hanno shiver in the arms of Death But loud reports shall wait our parting breath We 'l drown the talking Gods with our last cry And Earth shall thunder back upon the sky Exeunt The end of the Second Act. ACT. III. Scen. I. A Roman Camp Enter Scipio Lelius Attendants Varro Guard Scip. 'T Is strange that we no News from Cirta hear No Souldier thence Lel. None Sir does yet appear Scip. 'T were fit some Tribune with our Horse should go And the intents of Massinissa know Enter Rosalinda and Massina Ros. Where is the General By your Majesty And august Garb you should the Consul be If such you are I charge you set me free Scip. Your strict Commands are told in such a way The Consul doubts whether he should obey Nor know I Fair one what or whose you are Wrongfully held or Prisoner of War Ros. By right or wrong when Beauty pleads like mine 'T is fit you strait my liberty enjoyn To keep me here against my will is wrong Since I to Hannibal the Great belong Dare you detain what 's his Scip. We all things dare But would not willingly offend the Fair None shall presume your freedom to deny If with the gift we may your friendship buy Ros. My friendship No to death I hate you all All that bear Arms against my Hannibal A Man so great I though a Roman born Can for his sake my Friends and Countrey scorn Who drives the bravest of you from the Field As I in Cities make all Beauties yield Rome she 's not fit though she her head lay down To be his Foot-stool when he mounts a Throne Scip. My yet unshaken Soul with vertue bound No force of War or Love cou'd ever wound But Mars and Cupid now at once appear And strike me with an Object fierce and fair How her Eyes shine what killing fires they dart And all within I feel the fatal smart Away with her she is a Sorceress go Mass. Stay stay my Lord remember she 's your Foe Besides I love her and if she depart Or suffer any wrong 't will break my heart By all those noble promises you made Kneels When Asdrubal in Spain before you fled And I your Prisoner was you lov'd me then With Gold and Jewels sent me home again And hung about my neck a Diamond Chain Scip. At your Request she shall not go but stay With me Mass. With you Dispatch her Sir away A Rival in my Love I cannot bear Love toyes my Lord below your greatness are They 'l take you of the business off the War Scip. Though War usurp the day Love claims the night At least we 'l try this Am'rous new delight Mass. Yes you may try but ne're can please like me You 'l still be dreaming Sir of Victory Of storming Forts and digging Trenches deep And call for Arms and break your Mistress's sleep Ros. The serious trifles of your love adjourn For know I view you both with equal scorn O mighty Hannibal thou all Divine This loyal heart shall never be but thine How little these compar'd to thee how low Scip. Trophees as great and Conquests we can show Noble as those which his fam'd Arms adorn From as dire dangers Victory have torn Ros. 'T is true some Glory you atchiev'd in Spain And Carthagina by surprize did gain For your late Conquest poorly did conspire Pretending Peace you set the Camp on fire Yet you will loudly talk of Roman fame When all your Eagles Dove-like flew so tame But Hannibal with noise to War proceeds Makes the World start at his unequall'd deeds He like some rowling Whale who as he laves With his bright Armory gilds all the waves Dashes the frighted Nations from his side That pale and foaming fury far off ride O're all the watry Region does Command The Ocean's Lord and Tirant of the Land While your tame Legions like the smaller fry Glide silent on and only twinkle by Scip. Take her Massina bear her from my Tent To Freedom Chains to Death or Banishment Bear her where I may never see her more Massina leads her off She 's gone and now I am as heretofore My panting heart with thirst of Glory burns Fame flyes before and beck'ning Fortune turns Bevers and Bucklers Swords and massie Shields And all the wonted Objects fancy yields Black Hills and dusty Plains and bloody Fields Enter Maherbal What art thou 'T is the Consul speaks Mah. From Hannibal I come with you to treat E're Fortune half the frighted World defeat The grace which for his Spies you did command He thanks you for But with his Sword in hand He who ne're yet a parley wish'd with Rome Since War is to the dreadful upshot come Would hold discourse with you of the Earth's doom Scip. 'T is granted where 's the place Mah. On Zama's Plain Attended only with five hundred Men Soon as the Morn's first blushes shall appear Expect the terrour of your Armies there Exit Scip. Wou'd it were done the great decision made Rome crown'd and in the dust great Carthage laid Enter Trebellius Treb. Laurels and all the Trophees conquest yields Colours and Standards bought with blood in fields King Massinissa does to Scipio send His Godlike Master and his Warlike Friend Scip. Relate in brief the progress of his Arms. Treb. Soon as King Syphax heard our dread alarms He sent some Troops of Horse abroad to scout Which were by equal numbers put to rout Urg'd with despair and by his charming Wife Whose beauty has been fatal to his life He came in person forth to end the strife Our Battails joyn'd and fiercly it was fought Till to the last extreams our Troops were brought When Massinissa more then Man appear'd And with his overflowing valour clear'd Those mighty odds which first our Souldiers tear'd Scip. Some wond'rous Act of fortitude was shown Which could re-settle Troops half overthrown Treb. Where e're our General turn'd death mark'd his look And whom he ey'd with his cold Arrow strook Like some vast flame he made his glorious way And all about him desolation lay Syphax whose name he made to Heaven resound With cryes of ecchoing Joyes at last he found Trembling though with his Guards encompass'd round Swift as revenge could dart he on him flew Whom from his Horse with his hands force he drew And pierc'd his heart in both the Armies view Which seen with one consent the Souldiers fled As if all hopes were with their Monarch dead Scip. Cirta should after such a loss in course Surrender to the Victor's dreaded force Treb. It did great Sir To Massinissa now The gravest Lords with willing homage bow Whereas I did amongst the formost ride 'T was wish'd the Queen might prove the Victor's Bride Scip. I rather wish thou cou'dst not Conquest boast And that the King were with the Battail lost To Cirta Lelius instantly repair And make that subtle Queen our
not for your sake this war was wag'd You only as a voluntier engag'd Therefore whatever Towns or Captives fall Into our hands they are the Romans all K. Mas. Then thus I draw think it not insolence For it 's not meant Sir in my own defence But to preserve a sacred Innocence From their bright Thrones perhaps the Gods will glide And range themselves in battle on my side Beneath a Cause so just I cannot fall I and the Gods will fight it with you all Scip. Thou deem'st thy lust an Action great and good Death ought to cool this feaver in thy blood With me contending against fate you strive Yet I will pity show take him alive K. Mas. Ingloriously you have a Conquest made That breast my tim'rous arm durst not invade My heart though prompted by her powerful charms Fainted before the Master of my Arms. Nor shall you yet my souls lov'd treasure reach My body thus dams up the narrow breach And he who dares Rashly on this forbidden Earth to tread I 'l Graspe his soul I 'l spurn him dead Trumpets within enter Menander Scip. What means this mournful noise whose Tragick sound With solemn horrour does my thoughts confound Men. O sacred Sir Scip. What Souldier all in tears Men. Sorrow her self close mourner now appears The Prince Massina slain see blasted there The hopes you lov'd the darling of the war That beauteous Captive who with you did treat He to the Carthaginian Camp did wait Where Hannibal of 's beauty jealous grown Cast him in bands but when his birth was known As soon unbound but then despair did move Despair of glory and despair of love Which when the Royal youth had rashly weigh'd And fate with murmuring thoughts a while delay'd A ponyard from his Robe unmark'd he took And to his heart the deadly weapon strook Scip. Behold of furious love the dire Event Yet Massinissa wilt thou not repent Behold the pledge you left for your default By heavens high Justice to perdition brought K. Mas. Was ever man thus wretched and durst live Yet will I not one tear to nature give Least Bankrupt like I lavish what 's not mine Since all my stock of sorrow love is thine Scip. Remove the Princes body from his sight Least too much grief should to distraction fright Yet if thou 'lt bring her forth we will forget This daring rashness which is passion's heat Thy glory with fresh laurells wee 'l advance And with due praise thy valiant Acts inhance Thy pile of honour this right hand shall build Why dost thou weep K. Mas. Because I dare not yield No Sir my love I never can betray Though you have touch'd me in the noblest way Scip. Can'st thou both promises and threats refuse K. Mas. Death and what 's worse you only bid me chuse Scip. Bring forth thy love and life thou shalt enjoy K. Mas. Is that a life your purpose act destroy Turn all your Javelins points against this breast But let it not of love be dispossest Scip. Must I who can Command thus vainly sue K. Mas. My stubborn heart death only can subdue Scip. Then take that death which you so little dread Enter Sophonisba Soph. Stay Tirant hold first thou shalt strike me dead Come on with thy brave sword rip up my brest And fix my panting heart upon thy proud crest There let it hang thy valours Trophy grown To all the wondring world let it be shown That none but fools the Conquest may deplore While all the brave admire the Conquerour A Conquerour so great with one sole blow He Cou'd even Hercules himself out-do O heavens he durst attempt what shall I say What words his hearts fierce grandeur can display In heat of blood he durst a woman slay Scip. When Ladies rail a Souldier should be mute Besides I have no leisure to dispute As Hellen did to Troy perdition bring Where e're you come your eyes destruction fling When will your thirsty Charms with blood be cloy'd Two Kings you have like that fair Greek destroy'd Spight of your pride you shall to Rome be led And there for all your Witchcrafts loose your head Soph. On with thy threats thy violent course pursue Enjoy thy bloody wishes Tyger do Barbarian for in Rome thou wert not born By such a wretch her glories are not worn Unless when dress'd up to be sacrific'd To thee the Moors and Goths are civiliz'd Gorge thy self Saturn make my flesh thy food And laugh when thou art drunk with a Queens blood K. Mas. All will be well fair excellence retire Add not fresh fewel to the dying fire Soph. To you and heaven my heart must ever bow Consul with thee I am not angry now Scip. Observe ungovern'd Prince with how much ease This Royal foe we if we would might seize Yet on your promise that she shall not go Till we the fate of war at Zama know We will permit her in your Tent t' remain But oh my friend break this inglorious Chain Contrive some means to keep your faith with me And set your heart from that curst Charmer free Exit K. Mas. O rigid honour must we separate then Loose all the sweets of life to purchase pain Men. If she were dead your glory were secure K. Mas. But could I then this wretched life endure Without her live it's fatal to refuse And glory ruines me if love I chuse What help Menander Men. 'T is the sport of heaven When Ships on Rocks are in the Harbour driv'n Having through thousand stormy dangers past In prospect of your bliss you 're wrack'd at last K. Mas. Like one who having scap't the waves arrives To some lone Rock and there more wretched lives Halfe famish'd on the ragged flint he stands Viewing with watry Eyes the distant strands And past his call men walking on the lands With sighs he swells the wind and looking round Mourns his sad choice or to be starv'd or drown'd Exeunt The end of the Fourth ACT. ACT. V. Scen. I. Hannibal and Scipio Han. ARt thou the Chief whom men fam'd Scipio call Scip. Art thou the much more famous Hannibal Han. Since by our partial fate it is ordain'd That I who have such dreadful Battles gain'd That torrent like which from some Mountain falls Ran from the Cloudy Alps to Romes proud Walls Shou'd now at last for peace inglorious sue I thank the Gods that they have chosen you To reap that honour by this Interview Scip. In civil praise and from so brave a foe True courage may a sense of pleasure show Thy words inspire me with such vast delight 'T will scarce be more to vanquish thee in fight Han. 'T was much the Gods to our fore-fathers gave That you should Italy we Africk have Our Africk Arms much Roman blood have spilt And Carthage has the Roman fury felt What say'st thou Scipio is it Peace or War Th' Invasion made by us we will repair Wee 'l give you Cicily Sardinia Spain And all the
a Crown'd Conquerour Damp the wish'd joyes of a young Bridal pair Yet then I shall have more then man can bear Men. When vertue thus oppress'd mankind does see What fearful dreaming fool will pious be Martyrs no more shall Racks or Flames require Nor dying wit life but to on desire To murder Priests and Temples set on fire K. Mas. Why why ye Immortal Gods is all this care Why do you drive your Creatures to despair Had I upon my Throne sat King of fears The Orphan wrong'd or drunk the Widows tears Had I brav'd Heaven by some outragious sin For these afflictions there had reason bin But 't is all well I no injustice have The Gods but take the being which they gave Menander hast two bowles with poyson fill And when I call like fate come forth and kill Men. 'T is a dread deed to which you urge my hand K. Mas. It 's glorious too dispute not my command Men. I 'le not presume to fathom your deep thought But straight your will shall by your slave be wrought K. Mas. Love and ambition have their utmost done 'T was love allur'd ambition led me on Like a rash Boy who a steep Mountain Climbs Big with brave thoughts of reaching Heaven betimes And puff's and blows and mighty pains he takes Plyes all his strenth and much ado he makes But having reach'd the top he veiws aloof The fancied Heaven and all the painted roof So did ambition draw me with a wile And fleeting love my towering hopes beguile Exit Enter Sophonisba Soph. The Consul is return'd with conquest Crown'd Triumphant voices rend the Eccahoing ground And to the heavens the Trumpets Clangors sound Yet I no news of Massinissa here Shou'd he be slain which I with reason fear Most lost of women desperate undone What couldst thou do what Gods would thou attone Abhorr'd thou must to angry Rome repair And all the cruelties of bondage bear No Sophonisba think what thou hast bin The Mistriss of two Monarchs twice a Queen If thou must fall bravely resign thy breath And be above the Romans in thy death Enter King Massinissa Oh my lov'd Lord are you then come at last Are you alive and do I hold you fast K. Mas. Best of thy sex and dearer then my life The fairest Mistriss and the Gentlest wife So great and Glorious Emperours envy thee And art so good that the Gods envy me They sent thee here but as an Angel scout With a short lightning view to gaze and out Torments of hell and Racks of destiny Thou must oh that I live to speak it die Soph. Blest sound we shall not then to Rome be led But solemn Triumphs have in honours bed This last alarm my drooping spirits cheers As when the warour his lov'd Trumpet hears His Martial blood begins to warm apace And boyles and flushes in his kindling face And much he longs to strive in Glories race Speak death again my Guard and sure Defence It bears a mighty sound and mighty sense K. Mas. O keep thee there now while thy vertues glow And dart divinity I 'le give the blow Come forth Menander with those fatal bowls Whose Juice though it the body's force Controlls Revives the mind and slakes the thirst of souls Enter Menander with two Bowls Give me the draught Soph. What means my Royal love K. Mas. By your bright self by all the powers above No Angels Eloquence my soul shall move To die with thee and thy dear honour save What greater glory cou'd th' ambitious have 'T will build a Palace for me in the Grave Not but that in the agonies of breath I tremble when I think upon thy death Soph. Thon best of men whose fame where er'e it flyes Shall draw up bleeding hearts and weeping Eyes Let not your soul tremble for me for I Can fear no torment but to see you die K. Mas. Then cheerfully let 's go here 's to my love And to our meeting with the blest above drinks Soph. Give me the bowl mark if my hand does shake Or the fresh springing blood my Cheeks forsake Undanted to my lips the draught I lift 'T is to my Lord this is his Nuptial guift drinks K. Mas. Menander faithful confident farewell Hast and our story to the Consul tell On thy allegiance go without reply Thou should'st rejoyce to see me bravely die Exit Men. How fares my only love My first last dear The sweets of thousand springs are blowing here All in thy sighs Soph. Ah give your kindness o're Or we shall live and feel the Roman power Me thought death touch'd me with a Chilling pain But your warm kisses shot through every vein A kinder heat and kindled life again K. Mas. Thus let us launch into eternity Sink in death's Bottomless and boundless sea Like drowning friends link'd in Embraces fast Our Arms love's Nets about each other cast Soph. What could long life or Empire give like this K. Mas. Thy love is Empire and eternal bliss Soph. I go where shall we meet dies K. Mas. The Gods can tell Heaven's peace and golden slumbers with thee dwell dies Enter Scipio Lelius and Menander Men. See there great Sir the effects of your rash Doom The victims you have offered up to Rome Lel. What cruel eyes could pity here refrain Beholding two such Royal lovers slain Scip. These unexpected objects so amaze My reason I could ever on 'em gaze Since thou most great and lovely Prince art dead War's marches Scipio shall no longer tread With Carthage peace wee 'l instantly conclud Which hadst thou liv'd our Arms might have subdu'd To Rome our Drooping Eagles then shall steer Where after tiresome honours wee 'l repair To some small village Lelius thou and I And study not to live but how to die FINIS