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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

brave and will not scorn me Kill me or let me fight with him again Lys. There take thy Sword and since thou art resolv'd For death thou hast the noblest from my hand Cly. Stay thee Lysimachus Hephestion hold I bar you both my Body interpos'd Now let me see which of you dares to strike By Jove ye've stirr'd the Old Man that rash Arm That first advances moves against the Gods Against the Wrath of Clytus and the Will Of our great King whose Deputy I stand Lys. Well I shall take another time Heph. And I. Cly. 'T is false Another time what time what foolish hour No time shall see a brave Man do amiss And what 's the noble Cause that makes this madness What big Ambition blows this dangerous Fire A Cupids puff is it not Woman's breath By all our triumphs in the heat of Youth When Towns were sack'd and Beauties prostrate lay When my Blood boil'd and Nature work'd me high Clytus ne're bow'd his body to such shame The brave will scorn their Cobweb Arts The Souls Of all that whining smiling coz'ning Sex Weigh not one thought of any Man of War Lys. I must confess our vengeance was ill-tim'd Cly. Death I had rather this right Arm were lost To which I owe my glory than our King Should know your fault what on this famous day Heph. I was to blame Cly. This memorable day When our hot Master that wou'd tire the World Outride the lab'ring Sun and tread the Stars When he inclin'd to rest comes peaceful on Listning to Songs while all his Trumpets sleep And plays with Monarchs whom he us'd to drive Shall we begin disorders make new broils We that have temper learnt shall we awake Hush'd Mars the Lion that had left to roar Lys. 'T is true Old Clytus is an Oracle Put up Hephestion did not Passion blind My Reason I on such occasion too Could thus have urg'd Heph. Why is it then we love Cly. Because unmann'd Why is not Alexander grown Example O that a Face should thus bewitch a Soul And ruine all that 's right and reasonable Talk be my bane yet the Old Man must talk Not so he lov'd when he at Issus fought And join'd in mighty Duel great Darius Whom from his Chariot flaming all with Gems He hurl'd to Earth and crush'd th' imperial Crown Nor cou'd the Gods defend their Images Which with the gawdy Coach lay overturn'd 'T was not the shaft of Love that did the feat Cupid had nothing there to do but now Two Wives he takes two Rival Queens disturb The Court and while each hand do's beauty hold Where is there room for glory Heph. In his heart Cly. Well said You are his favourite and I had forgot Who I was talking to see Sysigambis comes Reading a Letter to your Princess go Now make your claim while I attend the King Exit Enter Sysigambis Parisatis Par. Did you not love my Father Yes I see You did his very name but mention'd brings The Tears howe're unwilling to your Eeys I lov'd him too he would not thus have forc'd My trembling heart which your Commands may break But never bend Sys Forbear thy lost complaints Urge not a suit which I can never grant Behold the Royal Signet of the King Therefore resolve to be Hephestion's Wife Par. No since Lysimachus has won my heart My body shall be Ashes e're anothers Sys For sixty rowling years who ever stood The shock of State so unconcern'd as I This whom I thought to Govern being young Heav'n as a Plague to Power has render'd strong Judge my distresses and my temper prize Who though unfortunate wou'd still be wise Lys. To let you know that misery do's sway Both kneel An humbler Fate than yours see at your Feet The lost Lysimachus O mighty Queen I have but this to beg impartial stand And since Hephestion serves by your permission Disdain not me who ask your Royal leave To cast a throbbing heart before her feet Heph. A blessing like possession of the Princess No Services not Crowns nor all the Blood That circles in our Bodies can deserve Therefore I take all helps much more the Kings And what your Majesty vouchsaf'd to give Your word is past where all my hopes must hang. Lys. There perish too all words want sense in Love But Love and I bring such a perfect Passion So nobly pure 't is worthy of her Eyes Which without blushing she may justly prize Heph. Such arrogance should Alexander Wooe Wou'd lose him all the Conquest he has won Lys. Let not a Conquest once be nam'd by you Who this Dispute must to my mercy own Sys Rise brave Lysimachus Hephestion rise 'T is true Hephestion first declar'd his love And 't is as true I promis'd him my aid Your glorious King turn'd mighty Advocate How noble therefore were the Victory If we could vanquish this disordered Love Heph. 'T will never be Lys. No I will yet love on And hear from Alexander's Mouth in what Hephestion merits more than I. Sys I grieve And fear the boldness which your Love inspires But lest her sight should haste your Enterprize 'T is just I take the Object from your Eyes Exeunt Sys Par. Lys. She 's gone and see the Day as if her look Had kindled it is lost now she is vanished Heph. A sudden gloominess and horrour comes About me Lys. Let 's away to meet the King You know my suit Heph. Yonder Cassander comes He may inform us Lys. No I wou'd avoid him There 's something in that busie Face of his That shocks my Nature Heph. Where and what you please Exeunt Enter Cassander Cass. The Morning rises black the lowring Sun As if the dreadful business he foreknew Drives heavily his sable Chariot on The Face of Day now blushes Scarlet deep As if it fear'd the stroke which I intend Like that of Jupiter Lightning and Thunder The Lords above are angry and talk big Or rather walk the mighty Cirque like Mourners Clad in long Clouds the Robes of thickest Night And seem to groan for Alexander's fall 'T is as Cassander's Soul cou'd wish it were Which whensoe're it flies at lofty mischief Wou'd startle Fate and make all Heav'n concern'd A mad Chaldaean in the dead of Night Came to my Bed-side with a flaming Torch And bellowing o're me like a Spirit damn'd He cry'd Well had it been for Babylon If curs'd Cassander never had been born Enter Thessalus Philip with Letters Thess. My Lord Cassander Cass. Ha! who 's there Phil. Your Friends Cass. Welcome dear Thessalus and Brother Philip Papers with what Contents Phil. From Macedon A trusty slave arriv'd great Antipater Writes that your Mother labour'd with you long Your Birth was slow and slow is all your Life Cass. He writes dispatch the King Craterus comes Who in my room must Govern Macedon Let him not live a day he dies to night And thus my Father but forestalls my purpose Why am I slow then if I

rode on Thunder I must a moment have to fall from Heaven E're I could blast the growth of this Colossus Thess. The haughty Polyperchon comes this way A Male-content one whom I lately wrought That for a slight affront at Susa giv'n Bears Alexander most pernicious hate Cass. So when I mock'd the Persians that ador'd him He strook me on the Face and by the Hair He swung me to his Guards to be chastis'd For which and for my Fathers weighty Cause When I abandon what I have resolv'd May I again be beaten like a Slave But lo where Polyperchon comes now Fire him Enter Polyperchon With such complaints that he may shoot to ruine Pol. Sure I have found those Friends dare second me I hear fresh murmurs as I pass along Yet rather than put up I 'll do 't alone Did not Pausanias a Youth a Stripling A beardless Boy swell'd with inglorious wrong For a less cause his Father Philip kill Peace then full heart move like a Cloud about And when time rip'ns thee to break O shed The stock of all thy Poys'n on his head Cass. All Nations bow their heads with homage down And kiss the Feet of this exalted Man The Name the Shout the Blast from every Mouth Is Alexander Alexander bursts Your Cheeks and with a crack so loud It drown's the Voice of Heaven like Dogs ye fawn The Earth's Commanders fawn and follow him Mankind starts up to hear his blasphemy And if this Hunter of the Barbarous World But wind himself a God you ecchoe him With Universal cry Pol. I ecchoe him I fawn or fall like a fat Eastern Slave And lick his feet Boys hoot me from the Palace To haunt some Cloister with my senseless walk When thus the noble Soul of Polyperchon Le ts go the aim of all his actions Honour Thess. The King shall fley me cut me up alive Ply me with Fire and Scourges rack me worse Than once he did Philotas e're I bow Cass. Curse on thy Tongue for mentioning Philotas I had rather thou hadst Aristander been And to my Souls confusion rais'd up Hell With all the Furies brooding upon horrours Than brought Philotas's Murder to remembrance Phil. I saw him rack'd a sight so dismal sad My Eyes did ne're behold Cass. So dismal Peace It is unutterable let me stand And think upon the Tragedy you saw By Mars it comes ay now the Rack's set forth Bloody Craterus his inveterate Foe With pitiless Hephestion standing by Philotas like an Angel seiz'd by Fiends Is straight disrob'd a Napkin ties his Head His Warlike Arms with shameful Cords are bound And every Slave can now the valiant wound Pol. Now by the Soul of Royal Philip sled I dare pronounce young Alexander who Wou'd be a God is cruel as a Devil Cass. Oh Polyperchon Philip Thessalus Did not your Eyes rain Blood your Spirits burst To see your noble fellow Souldier burn Yet without trembling or a tear endure The torments of the damn'd O Barbarians Cou'd you stand by and yet refuse to suffer Ye saw him bruis'd torn to the Bones made bare His Veins wide lanced and the poor quivering Flesh With Pincers from his manly Bosome ript 'Till ye discover'd the great Heart lie panting Pol. Why kill'd we not the King to save Philotas Cass. Asses Fools but Asses will bray and Fools be angry Why stood ye then like Statues there 's the case The horrour of the sight had turn'd ye Marble So the pale Trojans from their weeping Walls Saw the dear body of the God-like Hector Bloody and soil'd dragg'd on the famous ground Yet senseless stood nor with drawn Weapons ran To save the great remains of that prodigious Man Phil. Wretched Philotas bloody Alexander Thess. Soon after him the great Parmenio fell Stabb'd in his Orchard by the Tyrant's doom But where 's the need to mention publick loss When each receives particular disgrace Pol. Late I remember to a Banquet call'd After Alcides Goblet swift had gone The giddy round and wine had made me bold Stirring the Spirits up to talk with Kings I saw Craterus with Hephestion enter In Persian Robes to Alexander's health They largely drank then turning Eastward fell Flat on the Pavement and ador'd the Sun Straight to the King they sacred reverence gave With solemn words O Son of Thundring Jove Young Ammon live for ever then kiss'd the ground I laugh'd aloud and scoffing ask'd 'em why They kiss'd no harder but the King leapt up And spurn'd me to the Earth with this reply Do thou whilst with his Foot he prest my Neck 'Till from my Ears my Nose and Mouth the blood Gush'd forth and I lay foaming on the Earth For which I wish this Dagger in his heart Cass. There spoke the Spirit of Callisthenes Remember he 's a Man his Flesh as soft And penetrable as a Girls we have seen him wounded A Stone has struck him yet no Thunderbolt A Pebble fell'd this Jupiter along A Sword has cut him a Javelin pierc'd him Water will drown him Fire burn him A Surfeit nay a Fit of Common-sickness Brings this Immortal to the Gate of Death Pol. Why shou'd we more delay the glorious business Are your hearts firm Phil. Hell cannot be more bent To any ruine than I to the Kings Thess. And I. Pol. Behold my hand and if you doubt my truth Tear up my breast and lay my heart upon it Cass. Join then O worthy hearty noble hands Fit Instruments for such Majestick Souls Remember Hermolaus and be hush'd Pol. Still as the Bosome of the desart Night As fatal Planets or deep plotting Fiends Cass. To day he comes from Babylon to Susa With proud Roxana Ha! who 's that look here Enter the Ghost of King Philip shaking a Trunchion at 'em walks over the Stage Cass. Now by the Gods or Furies which I ne're Believ'd there 's one of 'em arriv'd to shake us What art thou glaring thing speak what the Spirit Of our King Philip or of Polyphemus Nay hurle thy Trunchion second it with Thunder We will abide Thessalus saw you nothing Thess. Yes and am more amaz'd than you can be Phil. 'T is said that many Prodigies were seen This Morn but none so horrible as this Pol. What can you fear though the Earth yawn'd so wide That all the labours of the deep were seen And Alexander stood onth ' other side I 'd leap the burning Ditch to give him death Or sink my self for ever Pray to the business Cass. As I was saying this Roxana whom To aggravate my hate to him I love Meeting him as he came Triumphant from The Indies kept him Revelling at Susa But as I found a deep repentance since Turns his affections to the Queen Statira To whom he swore before he cou'd espouse her That he wou'd never Bed Roxana more Pol. How did the Persian Queens receive the news Of his revolt Thess. With grief incredible Great Sysigambis wept but the young Queen Fell dead amongst her Maids Nor cou'd