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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

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

Man to be a King Or to what purpose does the Warriour call For Arms Or Gown-men bustle in the Hall Sport for the Gods they whirl us here and there As Boyes blow watry bubbles in the Air. My help Mass. Ah let me not be touch'd by thee If Foes may capable of pity be Your Rosalinda seize and with her fly To Gold'n Beds Embrace her fast while I Within my dark and dusty Dungeon lye dies Han. Crowds of ill boading thoughts my Soul dismay His body to the Roman Campe convey Hears'd in a Mourning Chariot softly tread And look so sad that they may think you dead They bear off the Body Ros. This your suspition of my honour was See the effects where Jealousy's the cause Ah cruel Victor I could curse thee now With all thy Lawrels blasted on thy brow Love sick'ns with this deed my Transports fade Would we were both in Earths low Cavern laid Curtain'd with shady horrours where the Sun And Stars their fiery Courses never run But all the business of the World is done Exit Han. Oh that my heart her future State cou'd find Know to what good or ill this life 's design'd Prudence against such knowledge may advise But who of all mankind was alwayes wise For the great secret to the Gods I 'le go And if they faile me fathom for 't below Though hid by fate under a thousand Rocks And drag it up by the dark Jetty locks Let it all gastly as a Gorgeon come Stiff with the view I will outgaze my Doom The SCENE the City of Cirta Enter King Massinissa and Menander Trumpets sound a lofty March K. Mas. Was ever victory so swiftly won We scarce had leisure to demand the Town Their Gates they opened with such hast and fear As if our Conquering Swords Enchanted were Men. Syphax the great Usurper of your Throne Is to revenging Furies downwards gone In hells low valleys grown the darkest Weed And feels the stings that make Ambition bleed K. Mas. Straight to the Palace bid our Forces turn Where Sophonisba does her losses mourn We 'll visit that forsworne Illustrious faire To let her see how unconcern'd we are Men Since you have promised that you would forsake Why should your vertue need less tryalls make Love though scarce warm within your bosom pent Fann'd with her kindling sighs may get a vent Like he at which stifled in some closer space If any Air gets in fires all the place K. Mas. Darst thou suspect I say it cannot be Has Air or its wing'd ranger liberty Loose like the Wind as the wide Ocean free My enlarged soul rouls wantonly along Can hear unmov'd the warbling Syren's song Braving her Eyes her falshood I 'll upbraid For those rude wrongs she on my vertue layd Man Your Majesty best knows what 's fit to chuse I humbly offer'd what you may refuse K. Mas. Perhaps my present rage I may not keep For she has word would make the Cruel weep And Charms as powerful as Circes wiles As ravished Virgins sighs or Infants smiles But I more blind with rage then she with tears Mauger the Cunning which her sorrow wears Her hopes will laugh at and despise her feares Exeunt SCENE The Palace Enter Sephonisba Rezambe and Merna Seph Rome and the World against my life combine Methinks I 'me still a Queen whilst this is mine Though Massinissa has the King or'ethrown And his Victorious Troops possess the Town Yet Sophonisba is and shall be free Spight of the frighted Senators Decree They blush to see this life so glorious shine And fear their Eagle's eyes should dazled be with mine Merna if I have ought from thee deserv'd Be grateful thus and thou hast nobly serv'd Mer. Not for the World Soph. Rezambe thou art brave Strike and the Carthaginian glory save How will the Just the Valiant and the Wise Extol thy vertue and thy Courage prize Who durst the softness of thy Sex forgo And free thy Country with one desperate Blow A deed that will even Hannibal out do Rez Rather then I would live to see those hands Which Kings have kissed fetter'd with Roman Bands That body like a Pageant wretch adornd Graceing the victors Wheels your greatness scorn'd Rather then this endure by all that 's good I 'd bath this Dagger in your lives warm flood Till the haft reek'd with your hearts Royal blood Soph. O thou most noble Martial worthy Maid If by thy eyes my soul could be survey'd Thou wouldst believe what cannot be exprest How dear thou art to Sophonisba's breast Thy voice like sad but pleasing Musick flew Like dying Swans 't was sweet and fatal too Now stricke and bravely Act thy Tragick part Just here strike through and through this wretched heart Rez Death 's our last remedy as 't is the worst 'T is fit you try the victor's mercy first Prince Massinissa lov'd you once who knows But the same passion in his bosom glowes Blow it into a flame try all your Charms Love laughs at Brandish'd swords and glitt'ring Arms. Mer. Never was man like Massinissa kind By nature mild and amerously inclin'd Not vanquish'd Syphax dying fell so low As this Charm'd Prince will to your beauty bow Rez Imputed Trechery you ought to clear Let guilt shrink back and Innocence appear I 'll hide the Ponyard in my Robe if he Dooms you a slave this gives you liberty Soph. When breach of faith joyn'd hearts does disingage The Calmest temper turnes to wildest Rage He thinks me false though I have been most true And thinking so what may his fury doe Rez His Trumpets Clangors make the Palace ring Here wait your fate and this victorious King Enter King Massinissa Menander attendents K. Mass. Madam I come to tell you that you are No more a Queen but Prisoner of War The King whose loss 't is probable you grieve To whose lov'd memory those tears you give For Judgement is to Heaven's Tribunal gone And I now come to claim my Fathers Throne You in the War have bin unfortunate Not but your cause deserv'd a better fate Soph. Of Empire's joyes to you a gift I make More willingly then I did ever take Freely as ever Syphax made it mine To Massinissa I my Crown resign K. Mas. Not as your gift Crowns I should then despise But as my right by Birth and valours prize My father Galla's Diadem I 'le bear And all the Royalties of Circa wear Soph. These springs of grief unkindness now supplies K. Mas. Syphax deserv'd that tribute from your Eyes Soph. There is a cause more worthy of these tears K. Mas. More worthy what then Syphax for your sake Did he not fame and Empire victims make Gving love over measure when at last He threw his life up for you as a Cast. Soph. If what I speak might kindly be receiv'd But misery can never be believ'd K. Mas. Not you believ'd O Gods is it clear day So manifest are all things that you say Not you believed