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A49940	Sophonisba, or, Hannibal's overthrow a tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royall, by their majesties servants / written by Nathaniel Lee.	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.	1676 (1676)	Wing L870; ESTC R13330	36,757	72

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

fled Han. Live and I 'le raise that honour from the dead Ros. Renown runson like time but nere turns back Han. Then we that swift renown will overtake Wee 'l hast where glory baits to every hold And mount new fame till we outstrip the old Ros. Dear Hannibal alas I wish I cou'd But 't will not be life trembling takes the flood Till well nigh swallowed in waves of blood The Roman glory shines too fatal bright And with it's gathering lustre dims my sight Eternally adieu my body take Chaste and entire I kept it for your sake 'T is the last present that I now can make dies Han. For ever gone all her sweet stock of breath Spent in one sigh the riot of rich death Now by Arms the Gods too partial are Or else they envy'd my full trade of War Which cou'd so vast a state of beauty buy As far surpass'd the Mannors of their sky Dead Rosalinda Bom. Raise you from the ground And let not love your vertue 's force confound Where is that heat and haughty courage gone Which against nature's lets your Troops led on Mah. Think you for naught the Gods such valour gave You should prop Thrones and falling Kingdoms save Buried in thought and deaf to honour's call Your soul beneath her mighty pitch does fall Han. Maherbal no astonish'd thou shalt be We dare be brave in spight of destiny Though rob'd of all the riches love could give And stript of glory too yet we will live Courage is form'd of the Etherial mold And round it bands of Adamant are rowld To this still haughty breast such fire is given I could the summons meet of hell or Heaven Cou'd like the great eternal mover sway The world in Arms and teach it to obey 'T was noble grief that lately chang'd my form But I am ruffled now into a storm Bom. Your Mistress body hence we will convey And in some hallowed Vault her relicks lay Mah. Like Pilgrims once a year wee 'l mourning go And on her Urne sad yiew with Cypress throw And all our stock of tears and sighs bestow Han. Forever brightest of thy kind farewel Who wert too worthy therefore early fell As the young Phoenix does in sacred myrhe His fathers dust to the sun's Temple bear So in fames houses shalt thou honour'd be And every God shall have a grain of thee Mah. Since glory with her last breath she profest May wish'd Dominion widen all your breast Han. Hast hast Maherbal and fresh levies make Honour that did but now calm slumbers take Shall like the Ocean in a Tempest wake Wee 'l pass new Alpes new Consuls overthrow To Rome with far more dreadful Armies go Forcing the Appian and Emilian way To the Suburra wee 'l pursue the fray Nor stop till Rosalinda's statue crown'd Sits in the Capitol with Gods enthroan'd Exeunt Scipio K. Massinissa Lelius c. Scip. I grieve brave Prince so often to deny She must a Captive be or she must die K. Mas. I know she must if you will have it so But pardon may be granted to a fo O spare her then as you wou'd be forgiven At your last hour when you prepare for Heaven Scip. Learn to ask blessings those you shall not want This is a curse which I can never grant Like one who in a burning feaver lies And begs for water if he drinks he dies I like a wise Physitian thwart your will And vanquish your distemper with my skill K. Mas. For the God's sake for friendship glory love By all that 's good below or blest above Let not at last my well taught Courage droop Break not the heart which you have foster'd up Oh Sophonisba Give her to my prayers To these fast rising sighs and falling tears No other crown I ask as valour's due For all that I have done or all that I shall do Lo at your knees behold a Monarch fall Yet more your friend and then I have said all Scip. Let not your passion Royalty degrade Rise valiant Prince I 've thought of what you said And as your friend my temper cannot keep Mourn your Misfortunes and like you can weep Curse Roman Tyrany and wish you were Forever Joyn'd with that unhappy fair K. Mas. Oh you have blest me Scip. Massinissa stay You only heard what friendship bid me say But as Rome's Consul and the Lord of power I now command you never see her more Unless the view to her may fatal be This is my last immutable decree K. Mas. Is your feign'd pity come to this your tears Falser then those which Egypts Monster wears Tyrannick Rome Barbarous are all thy Laws Have I for this in thy accursed cause Starv'd life by lavishing her precious food My spirits lost emptied my dearest blood Fought 'till I rampiers made of bodies round So mark'd with fate that I appear'd one wound Yet rais'd thy bleeding Eagles from the ground Scip. Think no more on 't her memory forget K. Mas. Cut me to Atoms tear my soul out yet In every smallest particle of me You shall the form of Sophonisba see All like my soul and all in every part Bath'd in my eyes and bleeding in my heart Scip. Lelius secure the Queen K. Mas. Stay Lelius stay I 've done my Lord and will your power obey The Queen shall die on a Kings word she shall She must a victim for the Empire fall How am I now Scip. For Sophonisba's loss Your Arms Numidia's Empire shall engross For your late Gallantry at Zama shown Kind Rome presents you an Imperial Crown Saluts you King now all your griefs defy Thus we embrace thee as our brave allie Give your grief truce thus prais'd and thus adorn'd Let all the beauties of the Earth be scorn'd Exit K. Mas. Scorn'd be your glory more and Roman pride While I in winding-sheets embrace my Bride For 't is decreed that we must never part Wee 'l be one spirit as wee 're now one heart Traverse the glittering Chambers of the Sky Born on a Cloud in view of fate I 'le lie And press her soul while Gods stand wishing by Men. My Lord if you would hear K. Mas. What canst thou say Men. Reason's a Rebel when high passions sway K. Mas. And such art thou yet speak what shall I do Instruct me to be greatly false or true Men. The Queen must die K. Mas. Ha must no more Men. She to the Gods is given or Roman power K. Mas. Neither she shall not die nor shall she live The Romans slave I 'le give her a reprieve Men. But how K. Mas. Why thus I 'le kill my self kill thee Rome Carthage all the world and then she shall live free Men. Glory or beauty 't is ordained you lose K. Mas. O Rome Oh Heaven both equally my foes Was ever heart thus miserably torn Were ever woes like mine so calmly born From the Contagion of my troubles take As much as might the spring a winter make Freeze the hot blood of