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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

rebellious wretch thou art not now That soft belov'd nor dost thou share my bloud Go hide thy bafeness in thy lovely Grot Ruine thy Mother and thy Royal House Pernicious Creature shed the innocent Bloud and Sacrifice to the King's wrath The lives of all thy people fly be gone And hide thee where bright Virtue never shone The day will shun thee nay the Stars that view Mischiefs and Murders deeds to thee not new Will start at this Go go thy crimes deplore And never think of Sysigambis more Exit Rox. Madam I hope you will a Queen forgive Roxana weeps to see Statira grieve How noble is the brave resolve you make To quit the world for Alexander's sake Vast is your mind you dare thus greatly dye And yield the King to one so mean as I 'T is a revenge will make the Victor smart And much I fear your death will break his heart Stat. You counterfeit a fear and know too well How much your Eyes all Beauties else excell Roxana who though not a Princess born In Chains cou'd make the mighty Victor mourn Forgetting pow'r when Wine had made him warm And senseless yet even then you knew to charm Preserve him by those arts that cannot fail While I the loss of what I lov'd bewail Rox. I hope your Majesty will give me leave To wait you to the Grove where you wou'd grieve Where like the Turtle you the loss will moan Of that dear Mate and murmur all alone Stat. No proud Triumpher o're my falling state Thou shalt not stay to fill thee with my Fate Go to the Conquest which your wiles may boast And tell the world you left Statira lost Go seize my faithless Alexander's hand Both hand and heart were once at my command Grasp his lov'd neck dye on his fragrant breast Love him like me which cannot be exprest He must be happy and you more then blest While I in darkness hide me from the day That with my mind I may his form survey And think so long till I think life away Rox. No sickly Virtue no Thou shalt not think nor thy Loves loss bemoan Nor shall past pleasures through thy fancy run That were to make thee blest as I can be But thy no thought I must I will decree As thus I 'le torture thee till thou art mad And then no thought to purpose can be had Stat. How frail how cowardly is woman's mind We shriek at Thunder dread the rustling wind And glitt'ring Swords the brightest eyes will blind Yet when strong Jealousie enflames the Soul The weak will roar and Calms to Tempests roul Rival take heed and tempt me not too far My bloud may boyl and blushes shew a War Rox. When you retire to your Romantick Cell I 'le make thy solitary Mansion Hell Thou shalt not rest by day nor sleep by night But still Roxana shall thy Spirit fright Wanton in Dreams if thou dar'st dream of bliss Thy roving Ghost may think to steal a kiss But when to his sought Bed thy wandring air Shall for the happiness it wish'd repair How will it groan to find thy Rival there How ghastly wilt thou look when thou shalt see Through the drawn Curtains that Great man and me Wearied with laughing joys shot to the Soul While thou shalt grinning stand and gnash thy teeth and houl Stat. O barb'rous rage my tears I cannot keep But my full Eyes in spight of me will weep Rox. The King and I in various Pictures drawn Clasping each other shaded o're with Lawn Shall be the daily Presents I will send To help thy sorrow to her Journeys end And when we hear at last thy hour draws nigh My Alexander my dear Love and I Will come and hasten on thy ling'ring Fates And smile and kiss thy Soul out through the Grates Stat. 'T is well I thank thee thou hast wak'd a rage Whose boiling now no temper can asswage I meet thy tides of Jealousie with more Dare thee to dwell and dash thee o're and o're Rox. What wou'd you dare Stat. Whatever you dare do My warring thoughts the bloudiest tracts persue I am by Love a Fury made like you Kill or be kill'd thus acted by despair Rox. Sure the disdain'd Statira does not dare Stat. Yes tow'ring proud Roxana but I dare Rox. I tow'r indeed o're thee Like a fair Wood the shade of Kings I stand While thou sick Weed dost but infect the Land Stat. No like an Ivy I will curl thee round Thy sapless Trunk of all its pride confound Then dry and wither'd bend thee to the ground What Sysigambis threats objected fears My Sisters sighs and Alexander's tears Cou'd not effect thy Rival rage has done My Soul whose start at breach of oaths begun Shall to thy ruine violated run I 'le see the King in spight of all I swore Though curst that thou mayst never see him more Enter Perdiccas Alexander Sysigambis Attendants c. Perd. Madam your Royal Mother and the King Alex. O my Statira O my angry dear Turn thine Eyes on me I wou'd talk to them What shall I say to work upon thy Soul Where shall I throw me whither shall I fall Stat. For me you shall not fall Alex. For thee I will Before thy feet I 'le have a Grave dug up And perish quick be buried straight alive Give but as the Earth grows heavy on me A tender look and a relenting word Say but 't was pity that so great Great a man Who had ten thousand deaths in Battels scap'd For one poor fault so early shou'd remove And fall a Martyr to the God of Love Rox. Is then Roxana's love and life so poor That for another you can chuse to dye Rather then live for her what have I done How am I alter'd since at Susa last You swore and seal'd it with a thousand kisses Rather then lose Roxana's smallest charm You wou'd forgo the Conquest of the world Alex. Madam you best can tell what Magick drew Me to your charms but let it not be told For your own sake take take that Conquer'd World Dispose of Crowns and Scepters as you please Let me but have the freedom for an hour To make account with this wrong'd Innocence Stat. You know my Lord you did commit a fault I ask but this repeat your crime no more Alex. O never never Rox. Am I rejected then Alex. Exhaust my Treasures Take all the Spoils of the far conquer'd Indies But for the ease of my afflicted Soul Go where I never may behold thee more Rox. Yes I will go ungratefull as thou art Bane to my life thou torment of my days Thou murd'rer of the world for as thy Sword Has cut the lives of thousand thousand men So will thy tongue undo all woman-kind But I 'le be gone this last disdain has cur'd me And I am now grown so indifferent I could behold you kiss without a pang Nay take a Torch and light you to your Bed But do not trust me no

This Poniard's thy Fate Dar. My Daughter must bleed Chor. Awake then Statira awake for alas you must dye Ere an hour be past you must breath out your last Dar. And be such another as I Stat. As I Chor. And be such another as I Statira sola Stat. Bless me ye Pow'rs above and guard my Virtue I saw nor was 't a Dream I saw and heard My Royal Parents there I saw 'em stand My eyes beheld their precious Images I heard their Heav'nly voices where O where Fled you so fast Dear shades from my embraces You told me this This hour should be my last And I must bleed Away 't is all Delusion Do not I wait for Alexander's coming None but my loving Lord can enter here And will he kill me hence phantastick shadows And yet me thinks he should not stay thus long Why do I tremble thus if I but stir The motion of my Robes makes my heart leap When will the dear man come that all my doubts May vanish in his breast that I may hold him Fast as my fears can make me hug him close As my fond Soul can wish give all my breath In sighs and kisses swoun dye away with Rapture But hark I hear him noise within Fain I would hide my blushes I hear his tread but dare not go to meet him Enter Roxana with Slaves and a Dagger Rox. At length we have conquer'd this stupendious height These flying Groves whose wonderfull ascent Leads to the Clouds Stat. Then all he Vision 's true retires And I must dye lose my dear Lord for ever That that 's the murder Rox. Shut the Brazen Gate And make it fast with all the massie Bars I know the King will fly to her relief But we have time enough where is my Rival Appear Statira now no more a Queen Roxana calls where is your Majesty Stat. And what is she who with such Tow'ring pride Wou'd awe a Princess that is born above her Rox. I like the Port Imperial Beauty bears It shews thou hast a Spirit fit to fall A Sacrifice to fierce Roxana's wrongs Be sudden then put forth these Royal Breasts Where our false Master has so often languish'd That I may change their milkie Innocence To bloud and die me in a deep Revenge Stat. No barb'rous woman though I durst meet death As boldly as our Lord with a resolve At which thy Coward heart wou'd tremble Yet I disdain to stand the Fate you offer And therefore fearless of thy dreadful threats Walk thus regardless by thee Rox. Ha! so stately This sure will sink you Stat. No Roxana no The blow you give will strike me to the Stars But sink ny murdress in Eternal ruine Rox. Who told you this Stat. A thousand Spirits tell me There 's not a God but whispers in my ear This death will crown me with Immortal Glory To dye so fair so innocent so young Will make me company for Queens above Rox. Preach on Stat. While you the burden of the Earth Fall to the Deep so heavy with thy Guilt That Hell it self must groan at thy reception While foulest Fiends shun thy society And thou shalt walk alone forsaken Fury Rox. Heav'n witness for me I would spare thy life If any thing but Alexander's Love Were in debate come give me back his heart And thou shalt live live Empress of the world Stat. The world is less then Alexander's Love Yet cou'd I give it 't is not in my power This I dare promise if you spare my life Which I disdain to beg he shall speak kindly Rox. Speak is that all Stat. Perhaps at my request And for a gift so noble as my life Bestow a kiss Rox. A kiss no more Stat. O Gods What shall I say to work her to my end Fain I would see him yes a little more Embrace you and for ever be your Friend Rox. Oh the provoking word Your Friend Thou dy'st Your Friend what must I bring you then together Adorn your Bed and see you softly laid By all my pangs and labours of my Love This has thrown off all that was sweet and gentle Therefore Stat. Yet hold thy hand advanc'd in air I see my death is written in thy eyes Therefore wreak all thy lust of Vengeance on me Wash in my bloud and steep thee in my gore Feed like a Vulture tear my bleeding heart But O Roxana that there may appear A glimpse of Justice for thy Cruelty A grain of Goodness for a mass of Evil Give me my Death in Alexander's presence Rox. Not for the Rule of Heav'n are you so cunning What you wou'd have him mourn you as you fall Take your farewell and taste such healing kisses As might call back your Soul No thou shalt fall Now and when Death has seiz'd thy beauteous limbs I 'le have thy body thrown into a Well Buried beneath a heap of Stones for ever Enter a Slave Slav. Madam the King with all his Captains and his Guards Are forcing ope ' the doors he threatens thousand deaths To all that stop his entrance and I believe Your Eunuchs will obey him Rox. Then I must haste stabs her Stat. What is the King so near And shall I dye so tamely thus defenceless O ye good Gods will you not help my weakness Rox. They are far off stabbing her Stat. Alas they are indeed Enter Alexander Cassander Polipercon Guards and Attendants Alex. Oh Harpy thou shalt reign the Queen of Devils Rox. Do strike behold my bosom swells to meet thee 'T is full of thine of veins that run ambition And I can brave whatever Fate you bring Alex. Call our Physicians hast I 'le give an Empire To save her Oh my Soul alas Statira These wounds Oh Gods are these my promis'd joys Stat. My cruel Love my weeping Alexander Enter Physicians Wou'd I had dy'd before you enter'd here For now I ask my heart a hundred questions What must I lose my life my Lord for ever Alex. Ha! Villains are they mortal what retire Raise your dash'd Spirits from the Earth and say Say she shall live and I will make you Kings Give me this one this poor this only life And I will pardon you for all the wounds Which your Arts widen all Diseases Deaths Which your damn'd Drugs throw through the lingring world Rox. Rend not your temper see a general silence Confirms the bloudy pleasure which I sought She dyes Alex. And dar'st thou Monster think to scape Stat. My life is on the wing my Love my Lord Come to my arms and take the last adieu Here let me lie and languish out my Soul Alex. Answer me Father wilt thou take her from me What is the black sad hour at last arriv'd That I must never clasp her body more Never more bask in her Eyes-shine again Nor view the Loves that play'd in those dear beams And shot me with a thousand thousand smiles Stat. Farewell my dear my life my most lov'd Lord I swear by Orosmades 't

vent Mel. Was not that Jupiter whom we adore A man but for his more then human acts Advanc'd to Heav'n and worshipt for its Lord Heph. By all his Thunder and his Sov'raign Power I 'le not believe the Earth yet ever felt An arm like Alexanders not that God You nam'd though riding in a Car of fire And drawn by flying Horses wing'd with Lightning Cou'd in a space more short do greater deeds Drive all the Nations and lay wast the World Clyt. There 's not a man of War amongst you all That loves the King like me yet I 'le not flatter Nor sooth his vanity 't is blamable And when the wine works Clytus thoughts will out Heph. Then go not to the Banquet Clyt. I was call'd My Minion was I not as well as you I 'le go my Friends in this old Habit thus And laugh and drink the King's health heartily And while you blushing bow your heads to earth And hide'em in the dust I 'le stand upright Strait as a Spear the Pillar of my Country And be by so much nearer to the Gods But see the King and all the Court appear Enter Alexander Sysigambis Statira Parisatis c. Par. Spare him O spare Lysimachus his life I know you will Kings shou'd delight in mercy Alex. Shield me Statira shield me from her sorrow Par. O save him save him e're it be too late Speak the kind word before the gaping Lyon Swallow him up let not your Souldier perish But for one rashness which despair did cause I 'le follow thus for ever on my knees And make your way so slippery with tears You shall not pass Sister do you conjure him Alex. O Mother take her take her from me kneels Her watry eyes assault my very Soul They shake my best resolve Stat. Did not I break Through all for you nay now my Lord you must Sys Nor wou'd I make my Son so bold a prayer Had I not first consulted for his Honour Alex. Honour what Honour has not Statira said it Were I the King of the blue Firmament And the bold Titans shou'd again make War Though my resistless Arrows were made ready By all the Gods she shou'd arrest my hand Fly then ev'n thou his Rival so belov'd Fly with old Clytus snatch him from the jaws Of the devouring Beast bring him adorn'd To the Kings Banquet fit for loads of Honour Exeunt Heph. Eum. Par. Stat. O my lov'd Lord let me embrace your knees I am not worthy of this mighty passion You are too good for Goddesses themselves No woman not the Sex is worth a grain Of this illustrious life of my dear Master Why are you so Divine to cause such fondness That my heart leaps and beats and fain wou'd out To make a dance of Joy about your feet Alex. Excellent woman no 't is impossible To say how much I love thee Ha! again Such Extasies life cannot carry long The day comes on so fast and beamy joy Darts with such fierceness on me night will follo A pale Crown'd head flew lately glaring by me With two dead hands which threw a Chrystal Globe From high that shatter'd in a thousand pieces But I will lose these boding Dreams in wine Then warm and blushing for my Queens embraces Bear me with all my heat to thy lov'd bosom Stat. Go my best Love and chear your drooping Spirits Laugh with your Friends and talk your grief away While in the Bow'r of great Semiramis I dress your Bed with all the sweets of Nature And crown it as the Altar of my Love Where I will lay me down and softly mourn But never close my eyes till your return Ex. Stat. Sysig Alex. Is she not more then mortal man can wish Diana's Soul cast in the flesh of Venus By Jove 't is ominous our parting is Her face look'd pale too as she turn'd away And when I wrung her by the Rosie fingers Methought the strings of my great heart did crack What should it mean Forward Laomedon Roxana meets him with Cassand Polip Phil. and Thess. Why Madam gaze you thus Rox. For a last look she holds his hand And that the memory of Roxana's wrongs May be for ever printed in your mind Alex. O Madam you must let me pass Rox. I will But I have sworn that you shall hear me speak And mark me well for Fate is in my breath Love on the Mistress you adore to death Still hope but I fruition will destroy Languish for pleasures you shall ne're enjoy Still may Statira's Image draw your sight Like those deluding Fires that walk at night Lead you through fragrant Grots and flowrie Groves And charm you through deep Grass with sleeping Loves That when your fancy to its height does rise The light you lov'd may vanish from your eyes Darkness Despair and Death your wandring Soul surprize Alex. Away lead Meleager to the Banquet Ex. cum suis. Rox. So unconcern'd O I cou'd tear my flesh Or him or you nay all the world to pieces Cas. Still keep this Spirit up preserve it still Lose not a grain for such Majestick Atomes First made the world and must preserve its greatness Rox. I know I am whatever thou canst say My Soul is pent and has not elbow room 'T is swell'd with this last slight beyond all bounds O that it had a space might answer to Its infinite desire where I might stand And hurl the Sphears about like sportive Balls Cas. We are your Slaves admirers of your fury Command Cassander to obey your pleasure And I will on swift as my nimble Eye Scales Heav'n when I am angry with the Fates No Age nor Sex nor dignity of bloud No tyes of Law or Nature not the life Imperial though guarded with the Gods Shall bar Cassander's vengeance he shall dye Rox. Ha! shall he dye shall I consent to kill him To see him clasp'd in the cold arms of death Whom I with such an eagerness have lov'd Do I not bear his Image in my womb Which while I meditate and roul revenge Starts in my body like a fatal pulse And strikes compassion through my bleeding bowels Pol. These scruples which your Love wou'd raise might pass Were not the Empire of the world consider'd How will the glorious Infant in your womb When time shall teach his tongue be bound to curse you If now you strike not for his Coronation Cas. If Alexander lives you cannot reign Nor shall your Child old Sysigambis head Will not be idle sure destruction waits Both you and yours let not your anger cool But give the word say Alexander bleeds Draw dry the veins of all the Persian Race And hurl a ruine o're the East 't is done Pol. Behold the Instruments of this great work Phil. Behold your forward Slave Thes. I 'le execute Rox. And when this ruine is accomplish'd where Shall curst Roxana fly with this dear load Where shall she find a refuge from the arms Of all the Successors of this great man No

is more pleasure More satisfaction that I thus dye yours Then to have liv'd anothers Grant me one thing Alex. All all but speak that I may execute Before I follow thee Stat. Leave not the Earth Before Heav'n calls you spare Roxana's life 'T was Love of you that caus'd her give me death And O sometimes amidst your Revels think Of your poor Queen and e're the chearful Bowl Salute your lips crown it with one rich tear And I am happy dyes Alex. Close not thy eyes Things of Import I have to speak before Thou tak'st thy Journey tell the Gods I 'm coming To give 'em an account of life and death And many other hundred thousand policies That much concern the Government of Heav'n O she is gone the talking Soul is mute She 's hush'd no voice no Musick now is heard The Bower of Beauty is more still then Death The Roses fade and the melodious Bird That wak'd their sweets has left 'em now for ever Rox. 'T is certain now you never shall enjoy her Therefore Roxana may have leave to hope You will at last be kind for all my sufferings My torments racks for this last dreadful murder Which furious Love of thee did bring upon me Alex. O thou vile creature bear thee from my sight And thank Statira that thou art alive Else thou hadst perish'd yes I wou'd ha' rent With my just hands that Rock that Marble heart I wou'd have div'd through Seas of bloud to find it To tear the cruel Quarry from its Center Rox. O take me to your arms and hide my blushes I Love you spight of all your cruelties There is so much Divinity about you I tremble to approach yet here 's my hold Nor will I leave the Sacred Robe for such Is ev'ry thing that touches that blest Body I 'le kiss it as the Relique of a God And Love shall grasp it with these dying hands Alex. O that thou wert a man that I might drive Thee round the world and scatter thy Contagion As Gods hurl mortal Plagues when they are angry Rox. Do drive me hew me into smallest pieces My dust shall be inspir'd with a new fondness Still the Love-motes shall play before your eyes Where e're you go however you despise Alex. Away there 's not a glance that flies from thee But like a Basilisk comes wing'd with death Rox. O speak not such harsh words my Royal Master kneels Look not so dreadful on your kneeling Servant But take dear Sir O take me into Grace By the dear Babe the burden of my womb That weighs me down when I wou'd follow faster My knees are weary and my force is spent O do not frown but clear that angry brow Your eyes will blast me and your words are bolts That strike me dead the little wretch I bear Leaps frighted at your wrath and dyes within me Alex. O thou hast touch'd my Soul so tenderly That I will raise thee though thy hands are ruine Rise cruel woman rise and have a care O do not hurt that unborn Innocence For whose dear sake I now forgive thee all But hast be gone fly fly from these sad ey●● Fly with thy pardon lest I call it back Though I forgive thee I must hate thee ever Rox. I go I fly for ever from thy sight My mortal Injuries have turn'd my mind And I cou'd curse my self for being kind If there be any Majesty above That has Revenge in store for perjur'd Love Send Heav'n the swiftest ruine on his head Strike the Destroyer lay the Victor dead Kill the Triumpher and avenge my wrong In height of Pomp while he is warm and young Bolted with Thunder let him rush along And when in the last pangs of life he lyes Grant I may stand to dart him with my eyes Nay after death Persue his spotted Ghost and shoot him as he flies Exit Alex. O my fair Star I shall be shortly with thee For I already feel the sad effects Of those most fatal Imprecations What means this deadly dew upon my forehead My heart too heaves Cas. It will anon be still aside The poyson works Pol. I 'le see the wish'd effect aside E're I remove and gorge me with Revenge Enter Perdiccas and Lysimachus Perd. I beg your Majesty will pardon me A fatal Messenger Great Sysigambis hearing Statira's death Is now no more Her last words gave the Princess to the brave Lysimachus but that which most will strike you Your dear Hephestion having drank too largely At your last Feast is of a surfeit dead Alex. How dead Hephestion dead alas the dear Unhappy Youth But he sleeps happy I must wake for ever This object this This face of fatal Beauty Will stretch my lids with vast Eternal tears Who had the care of poor Hephestion's life Lys. Philarda the Arabian Artist Alex. Fly Meleager hang him on a Cross That for Hephestion But here lies my Fate Hephestion Clytus All my Victories for ever folded up In this dear body my Banners lost My Standards Triumphs gone O when shall I be mad Give order to The Army that they break their Shields Swords Spears Pound their bright Armour into dust away Is there not cause to put the World in mourning Tear all your Robes he dies that is not naked Down to the wast all like the Sons of sorrow Burn all the Spires that seem to kiss the Skie Beat down the Battlements of every City And for the Monument of this lov'd Creature Root up those Bowers and pave 'em all with Gold Draw dry the Ganges make the Indies poor To build her Tomb no Shrines nor Altars spare But strip the shining Gods to make it rare Exit Cas. Ha! whither now follow him Polipercon Ex. Pol. I find Cassander's Plot grows full of Death Murder is playing her great Master-piece And the sad Sisters sweat so fast I urge ' em O how I hug my self for this Revenge My fancy 's great in mischief for methinks The night grows darker and the lab'ring Ghosts For fear that I should find new Tortures out Run o're the old with most prodigious swiftness I see the fatal Fruit betwixt the Teeth The Sieve brim-full and the swift Stone stand still Enter Polipercon What does it work Pol. Speak softly Cas. Well Pol. It does I follow'd him and saw him swiftly walk Toward the Palace oft times looking back With watry eyes and calling out Statira He stumbl'd at the Gate and fell along Nor was he rais'd with ease by his Attendants But seem'd a greater load then ordinary As much more as the Dead out-weigh the Living Cas. Said he nothing Pol. When they took him up He sigh'd and enter'd with a strange wild look Embrac'd the Princes round and said he must Dispatch the business of the world in hast Enter Philip and Thessalus Phil. Back back all scatter with a dreadful shout I heard him cry I am but a dead man Thes. The poyson tears him with that height of horrour That I could