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The siege of Babylon as it is acted at the Dukes Theatre / written by Samuel Pordage of Lincolns-Inn, Esq. ...
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Pordage, Samuel, 1633-1691?
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ever happy be Or Ioys for ever loose In thy own Hand thy own Fate lyes If Bad blame not the Deities Such Favours may the Gods again refuse If I through Folly should their Gifts abuse I 'le willingly submit to any Fate When I have satisfy'd my Love and Hate Hesi Madam this Day you shall have your desire You shall Orontes and Statira see Below your Feet waiting their Destinie But whil'st you hold their Fates in your own Hand You on a nice and ticklish poynt do stand You have the power but how to use it there Lyes all the Danger and deserves your Care Roxa. The Gods assist the Bold whilst Cowards be The Framers of their own ill Destinie Hesi Your wisdom Madam mighty things has done That won you Alexander's Heart and Throne Roxa. But yet that wisdom never could remove Cruel Orontes from his fixed Love Hesi The Gods at last your pains will Recompence And put into your Hands that Cruel Prince Roxa. We must not leave all for the Gods to do To Princes they have giv'n some power too They shew the oportunity and way But we our selves must act as well as they Whilst Perdicas that watchful Dragon's gone And left my Rival and his Care alone Pave sent my Guards to seize her and when she Is in my Power then I shall happy be Enter Statira Parisatis and Cleone Guard Stat. It seems Roxana you will reigne alone In my great Fathers and my Husbands Throne Roxa. At your bad Fate and at the Gods repine That Throne indeed was theirs but now is mine Stat. Long since in secret you have me betray'd But now my Right you openly invade Roxa. My Power will make my Right be understood By that our Husband made his Title good Stat. But if your Right must by success be try'd The Gods as yet declare not on your side For our brave Friends who nobly take our part May yet our Right with their success assert Roxa. Let what will happen you may understand You 're Pris'ners and your Fate I now command Stat. I scorn Roxana for my Life to sue I 'de not accept it as a Guift from you Since I 'm your Rival in your Throne and Love There is some Reason you should me remove But let not my dear Sisters blood be spilt Her Innocence involve not with my Guilt Pari. Till now my Sister you were ne'r unkind Thinke not to fly and leave me here behind We both will dye if Death be her intent Roxa. Statira yet may both your deaths prevent If she 'll Orontes and his Love disown She shall not only live but share the Throne Stat. Orontes is all virtue And all you offer if compar'd to Him Below that generous Prince's worth does seem Than Life or Crown he is a greater prize And for his friendship I do both despise Roxa. With your own mouth you have pronounc'd your fate Go pray your lives have but a little date Secure them Guard you in my pow'r are now I have resolv'd your death and sworn it too Stat. You cann't Roxana fright them with that doom Who have before the fear of death o'recome Exeunt Statira Parisatis and Guard Enter Cassander wounded Souldiers with Orontes bound Cass. Madam your strict commands I have obey'd Love more than other int'rest can perswade By these my numerous wounds and loss of blood My faithful duty may be understood Can I more proof of my obedience give Than to permit my greatest Foe to live Roxa. I do Cassander this great kindness own Which makes the greatness of your passion known Retire and let your glorious wounds be drest This service shall be written in my breast Cass. My Pris'ner to your care I here resign Exit Cass Roxa. I am his Pris'ner more than he is mine aside Soldiers retire in the next Chamber stay Exeunt Soldiers You look on me Orontes as your Foe Yet 't is my kindness which does life bestow Oron. The life you gave me you may take away That debt to you I 'm ready still to pay Roxa. I did not give you life with that intent And scorn so soon my kindness to repent Oron. In giving life you have no kindness shown But you and all your kindness I disown Roxa. What greater proofs of kindness can I show Than still to keep my heart intire for you I love Let me not name that word again Gods that a Queen should blush at your disdain Oron. 'T is that unruly passion in your breast Has robb'd my soul of all its joy and rest Roxa. Can my kind love disquiet your repose Oron. You call that love which more like hatred shows Roxa. By that alone You may the greatness of my passion see Oron. By that I know you love your self not me For you would never seek your own delight If your fierce soul knew how to love aright Roxa. It is that passion which for you I have That makes of me a pow'rful Queen a Slave Repentance is beneath me I 'le go on And end the work I have so well begun And if at last you do my hopes destroy She whom you love you never shall enjoy Oron. Such vicious love I ever shall refuse Roxa. Your life and death within my pow'r does lye I 'le make you love me Prince or you shall die Oron. In vain you think t' affright me with my Fate Death is more welcome than the thing I hate Roxa. So much disdain can be no longer born It has rous'd up my anger and my scorn Orontes now the diff'rence shall be seen Betwixt the love and anger of a Queen Enter Guards Guards Secure this Pris'oner with your greatest care And on your lives let none to him repair Load him with chains Exeunt Guards and Orontes I soft and gentle means no more will try Orontes and Statira both shall dye The Gods have put them in my pow'r this day To let them 'scape would my own cause betray I 'le love no more His scorn has rais'd my hate Nor with my passâ—â—n will I more debate Lest foolish love should my Resolves oppose I 'le kill 'um while the Storm of anger blows Freedom to me his death can give alone And hers will fix me steadfast in my Throne From diff'rent causes both shall find one fate Love kills Orontes and Statira hate Exeunt ACT. I. The SCENE The Camp under the Walls of Babylon Enter Eumenes and Lysimachus leading Ptolomy wounded Lysi. GReat as your passion you have courage shown But Fortune has your mighty deeds o'rthrown And she into whose hands you would have lay'd The treasure of your love has you betray'd Yet I by virtue will my love advance And no advantage take of Arms or Chance Ptol. Bright Honour all your glorious actions sways And Crowns your Brows with Mirtle and with Bays Against your life this day I had design Yet you with hazard of your own sav'd mine Stopping the progress of your great success You ran to save a Rival in