same haughty fierceness rushing on Which the Saguntines City thundred down Like Troy's young Hero Who while the World about him did admire His father bore through night death blood and fire Spight of opposing hell and war's worst harmes So will I bear my love upon my Armes Bom. To horse my Lord and leave this cursed place Le ts go and instantly the Consul face Mah. No more in this damn'd sorceress confide Permit my Sword her body to divide Or from her Corps cut her enchanted Head And her black braines upon the Altar shed Han. Wee 'le go Maherbal with to morrow's dawn On the vast plain our squadrons shall be drawn Yet for some minutes Battle shall decline Wee 'le see this Consul e're our Bodies joyn And if on equal terms a peace may be For Carthage sake I 'le court my Enemy Bom. T is just you should deliberation take With caution deal and mannage the last stake Mah. You Armies are the Cards which both must play At least come off a saver if you may Han. But like Sols off-spring swell'd with dangerous fires He to the management of all as pires Alone the scepter of the world would sway Alone would rule the heaven and drive the day Like that indulgent God I 'le first advise Show him the tracks through which ambition flies If deaf to all let him ascend the Throne Snatching at glories which must weigh him down Like Iove we 'le toss him from his glistering Chair Sindging ye Clouds hissing through liquid Air And darting headlong like a falling Star Exeunt Trebellius Enter Scipio meeting Lelius disarmed Varro Scip. Lelius return'd and said tell the Event Lel. Too late my Lord I was to Cirta sent For e're some thousand paces got from hence I Massinissa met that wretched Prince Not as I us'd arm'd with a warriour's grace Like Mars when thundring on the plaines of Thrace But in a Chariot drawn by milk white Steeds Like soft Adonis driving through the meads And Sophonisba leaning on his breast Like Venus with her wanton Hunts man blest Scip. Are these his vowes some new way we must try Rather then live dishonour'd he shall dye Lel. Soon as the Tyrant Syphax was or'e thrown With Menaces he forc'd the frighted Town Which entered straight he to the Palace flew Forgetting all his vowes he lov'd anew The Conquer'd did the Conquerour subdue In short her tears and beauty won so far In view of all the world he married her They are arriv'd and now upon the Plain In a Pavilion Royal both remain Scip. Trebellius go this subtile Charmer bring Take all our Guards to assist against the King And say that we 'l attend him in his Tent But first expect the Queen be Prisoner sent Tell him she is the Romans fo and shall A sacrifice for blood of thousands fall Exeunt severally Enter King Massinissa Sophonisba K. Mas. Let him Arm all his pow'r against this breast My heart unmov'd shall stand the mighty Test. What I have sworn shall like thy vertue last I 'le hold thee to me as my heart-strings fast Thou soul of love all charming Excellence Whos 's every look drives stormy troubles hence Does all the blessings of the Gods Dispence Why dost thou tremble let no sawoy fear Make thy heart pant or cause thee shed a tear Soph. Alas my Lord 't were better I were dead In my cold grave safe from these troubles laid Rather ten thousand Racks let me endure Then once be brought under the Roman power 'T is true that you have deeply sworn you wou'd Defend me K. Mas. To my hearts last drop of blood Or may I by some Coward mangled lie And dogs and vultures tear me as I die The Tygress will revenge her ravish'd young ' Midst Darts and Spears and Javelins rush along The Clown so low and ignorant of fame Will venture life to save his swarthy dame And shall not I for thee wast all this blood Thou softest blessing and the sweetest good Soph. I know not what the Gods for you intend But 't is most certan I am near my end Not that deaths darkest horrour I can fear But Bondage is a load I cannot bear K. Mas. Quit all those fancies that disturb thy rest And cast thy Melancholly on this breast This heart is ever thine Soph. O my lov'd Lord If you shou'd break but you will keep your word Keep all your Oaths yet Heaven and you know best Some surfeit with their love as on a feast And then they loath when once they 're satiated But you 'le remember me when I am dead From these dear eyes to endless shades remov'd None e're will love you sure as I have lov'd Enter Trebellius Treb. Guards wait without My Lord you must resign The Queen whom I have order to confine K. Mas. Touch her not for thy life but straight retire Safer thou mayst with thunder play kiss fire Grapple with death a Pestilence invade With all his fatal Purple pomp array'd Trebellius goes to seize her Massinissa kills him Treb. Cut off in my full growth curse on your strife To dye thus when I business had for life Just Scipio will revenge my death beware I feel I 'm going though I know not where Dies K. Mas. Nought but thy blood cou'd wash thy guilt away Who durst the rancour of thy heart display And sully with rude hands the fairest piece That the Gods ever drew your troubles cease I 'm in and now no hope of safety 's nigh Yet still a King we will attended dye Like a brave Merchant Who when his long toss'd loaded Vessel hits Against some Rock and with loud horrour splits First grasps one Casket which does all contain Then fearless shoots himself into the Main So I with thee my only wealth my all Amidst the numerous slaine at last must fall The noise comes near safe retire from view Glory and love shall teach us what to do Exeunt Enter Scipio Lelius Varro Guards Lel. Trebellius slain and in a woman's cause Shame to our Armes disgrace to honour's Laws What flames of mischiefe from this sparke might rise 'T is just with rigour you his fault chastise Scip. Yet Massinissa thou shalt dearly buy Thy ill got love and fatal Gallantry Curle on in wanton wayes bask in her Charms By Mars she is a victim to our Arms. K. Mass. meets him K. Mas. Your high displeasure in your face I spy When the great Scipio frowns great dangers nigh The fact I must confess done in defence Of beauty wrong'd and helpless Innocence Scip. Where is that fair incendiary fled Er'e to extreamest rigour we proceed I strictly charge thee bring her forth to bleed Or on thy person I will vengeance take And thou shalt perish for thy Mistriss's sake K. Mas. With greedy joy I offer you my life If by the Goâ—â— you swear to free my wife Scip. Yoâ—â—â—all not for her sake have leave to dy Nor will I give her life or liberty For Rome
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
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
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
Islands which our Arms did gain 'Twixt Italy and Africk on the Main Thy boyling Courage does to war incline And glory more then profit you design Such fortune once did on our Genius shine But long experience and the chance of War Makes me at present certain peace prefer Grasp not at Scepters which may turh to rods To Day is yours to morrow is the Gods Scip. That your late landing upon Leptis Coast Restor'd those hopes which drooping Carthage lost All must confess we know you are that man Whose glory to the utmost Thale ran Born in a Winters Camp in Battles bread Whilst yet a Stripling durst an Army head Whose very name could make the Romans mourn And forc'd dread groans from every hollow urn The boldest Senators began to droop Yet when all fainted I alone stood up And fac'd that storm which threatned from a far Shot warmth and rose upon 'em like a Star To Africk came and in few months retriev'd All that your Armes for many years atchiev'd Peace I refuse unless you offer more You give naught yet but what was ours before Since all the neighbour Kings our actions eye It rests at last we should our fortune try Let one victorious be the other dye Han. Gods that the glorious Hannibal should bow To be refus'd It shall be battle now Forgetful Hero couldst thou court the son Twice by whose force his father was or'ethrown Scipio thou mayst too late repent thy pride And vainly in thy death this fury chide On Fabius think Rome shield her Guard from harms Her sword Marcellus broken by my arms Remember great Emilius slain by me And then think last what may thy fortune be Er'e yet the day be done With Seas of goar wee 'l drown the neighbouring Wood And yonder sun shall set in Roman blood Scip. Prepare to hear thy last thy last alarms Han. In Battle we shall meet to arms to arms Exeunt Enter Rosalinda in man's Apparel Ros. Thus drest and with this war-like weapon drawn What hinders but an Army I lead on Oh cruel nature why didst thou disgrace So brave a Spirit with a Female face All women wou'd but sure no woman can Be chang'd into the Lordly creature man However with this Garb I fit my mind Whose high ambition has great things design'd I 'le out and chase if Hannibal succeeds And if he falls then Rosalinda bleeds Alarms enter Hannibal Maherbal Bomilcar Han. Both wings are lost the Carthaginians yield Fierce Caius Lelius drives 'em through the field The Gauls and the Ligurians quit their ground The Massisilian King does all confound With such swift force his Arms our Troops assayl As hurricans toss showers and scatter hail Bom. Wild as our Elephants about he raves And tramples on those mercenary slaves Who scouring through the field avoyd his strok And fly like flocks of Doves before a Hawke Mah. Your valiant old Italian Troops stand fast Resolv'd to fight your Battle to the last The Conquering Consul riding or'e the Plain With all his Officers and bravest men The Hastati and Triarij this way comes With Trumpets sounding and with beat of Drums Han. Auspicious Iuno thou that didst e're while Favour our cause and on our Carthage smile Prosper our Arms this bloody dreadful day And Hannibal shall the foundation lay Of such a Temple sacred to thy name As n'ere was found in the records of fame Exeunt Enter K. Massinissa Leluis K. Mas. Their flight has wing'd the Cowards let 'em fly Not worthy by such Conquering swords to die 'T is time we to the Consul should repair Rejoyne our forces and conclude the war SCENE of Hannibal and Scipio fighting the Consul gives ground Enter K. Mas. and Lel. and beat Han. off Scip. Gods what prodigious valour have you sent And what rewards are worthy to present O Massinissa With what impetuous swiftness fortunes wheel Turn'd with thy stroaks how did the valiant reel Lel. As when some distant lab'rer hews an Oak We see his Arm rais'd for a second stroak Er'e the first blow's report can reach our ear So flagged our sense nor could it reach him there Scip. Th' Italian Troops shrunk from his Marshal fire But Hannibal himself did last retire All Lyon-like Whom a bold band of hunts-men having found And dar'd to rouse he rowls his eyes around Lashing his sides and tearing up the ground With trouble from th' unequal skirmish goes Majestick stalks and turns upon his foes So from the fight went the great General Proud in his loss and rising from his fall Exeunt Enter Souldiers skirmishing Rosalinda falls Ros. Heaven thou hast done thy worst there needs no more Bold with my overthrow I brave thy power And shake the Glass that holds my latest hour O Hannibal did I for this design This heart this youth and beauty only thine Pride and neglect on every lover hurl'd Scorn'd him that Conquers thee and all the world From me lost Hero learn be great and die The brave should bleed for loss of victory Enter Hannibal Maherbal Bomilcar Han. Carthage is lost and Hannibal or'ethrown What is there left that we may call our own The bleeding world Rome does by conquest claim And swells the prize with our revolted fame Yet spight of fate our length of earth we have Thus vanquish'd glory shrowd thee in a Grave Bom. Hold General the Gods your deaths forbid Vengeance is due first let false Hanno bleed Who cut the wings of Conquest till she fell Mah. By me he shall be headlong sent to hell Where Fiends for Treason kindle double fire Then let the famous Hannibal expire Ros. Sure I the name of Hannibal did hear Maherbal tell me is the General there Mah Approach my Lord view well this wounded fair Sure in your Capuan Mistress I have seen The same Majestick Air and charming meen Han. Ha! thou hast rows'd a thought that wracks me more Then all the losses I in Battle bore Either I dream or in this closing eye My dazled sences Rosalinda spie Ros. Where do th' ambitious rest O Hannibal Han. What art that dost upon the wretched call Ros. One that 's more wretched and more rash then thou That wou'd to fate and not to Scipio bow Disguis'd and dying Rosalinda see Who mourns in death thy loss of victory That last disgrace Han. Dire Goddess of war Too true I find all thy presages are The Gods have given a double overthrow Wou'd I had bravely perrish'd by my fo Stretch'd in the field this loss I had not known Nor should my tortur'd soul thy ruin moan Ros. Is it so hard our wishes to obtain Sad hearts with bleeding loose love's burning pain Han. O dying fair look up revive a while With one short joy eternal care beguile The setting sun all curtain'd round with night At his departure gives a larger light Ros. Flow faster blood It will not be I fear The wound 's so small death cannot enter here But shall I stay behind when honour 's