untimely to destruction call Still what he was shall like a Souldier fall Let Hanno shiver in the arms of Death But loud reports shall wait our parting breath We 'l drown the talking Gods with our last cry And Earth shall thunder back upon the sky Exeunt The end of the Second Act. ACT. III. Scen. I. A Roman Camp Enter Scipio Lelius Attendants Varro Guard Scip. 'T Is strange that we no News from Cirta hear No Souldier thence Lel. None Sir does yet appear Scip. 'T were fit some Tribune with our Horse should go And the intents of Massinissa know Enter Rosalinda and Massina Ros. Where is the General By your Majesty And august Garb you should the Consul be If such you are I charge you set me free Scip. Your strict Commands are told in such a way The Consul doubts whether he should obey Nor know I Fair one what or whose you are Wrongfully held or Prisoner of War Ros. By right or wrong when Beauty pleads like mine 'T is fit you strait my liberty enjoyn To keep me here against my will is wrong Since I to Hannibal the Great belong Dare you detain what 's his Scip. We all things dare But would not willingly offend the Fair None shall presume your freedom to deny If with the gift we may your friendship buy Ros. My friendship No to death I hate you all All that bear Arms against my Hannibal A Man so great I though a Roman born Can for his sake my Friends and Countrey scorn Who drives the bravest of you from the Field As I in Cities make all Beauties yield Rome she 's not fit though she her head lay down To be his Foot-stool when he mounts a Throne Scip. My yet unshaken Soul with vertue bound No force of War or Love cou'd ever wound But Mars and Cupid now at once appear And strike me with an Object fierce and fair How her Eyes shine what killing fires they dart And all within I feel the fatal smart Away with her she is a Sorceress go Mass. Stay stay my Lord remember she 's your Foe Besides I love her and if she depart Or suffer any wrong 't will break my heart By all those noble promises you made Kneels When Asdrubal in Spain before you fled And I your Prisoner was you lov'd me then With Gold and Jewels sent me home again And hung about my neck a Diamond Chain Scip. At your Request she shall not go but stay With me Mass. With you Dispatch her Sir away A Rival in my Love I cannot bear Love toyes my Lord below your greatness are They 'l take you of the business off the War Scip. Though War usurp the day Love claims the night At least we 'l try this Am'rous new delight Mass. Yes you may try but ne're can please like me You 'l still be dreaming Sir of Victory Of storming Forts and digging Trenches deep And call for Arms and break your Mistress's sleep Ros. The serious trifles of your love adjourn For know I view you both with equal scorn O mighty Hannibal thou all Divine This loyal heart shall never be but thine How little these compar'd to thee how low Scip. Trophees as great and Conquests we can show Noble as those which his fam'd Arms adorn From as dire dangers Victory have torn Ros. 'T is true some Glory you atchiev'd in Spain And Carthagina by surprize did gain For your late Conquest poorly did conspire Pretending Peace you set the Camp on fire Yet you will loudly talk of Roman fame When all your Eagles Dove-like flew so tame But Hannibal with noise to War proceeds Makes the World start at his unequall'd deeds He like some rowling Whale who as he laves With his bright Armory gilds all the waves Dashes the frighted Nations from his side That pale and foaming fury far off ride O're all the watry Region does Command The Ocean's Lord and Tirant of the Land While your tame Legions like the smaller fry Glide silent on and only twinkle by Scip. Take her Massina bear her from my Tent To Freedom Chains to Death or Banishment Bear her where I may never see her more Massina leads her off She 's gone and now I am as heretofore My panting heart with thirst of Glory burns Fame flyes before and beck'ning Fortune turns Bevers and Bucklers Swords and massie Shields And all the wonted Objects fancy yields Black Hills and dusty Plains and bloody Fields Enter Maherbal What art thou 'T is the Consul speaks Mah. From Hannibal I come with you to treat E're Fortune half the frighted World defeat The grace which for his Spies you did command He thanks you for But with his Sword in hand He who ne're yet a parley wish'd with Rome Since War is to the dreadful upshot come Would hold discourse with you of the Earth's doom Scip. 'T is granted where 's the place Mah. On Zama's Plain Attended only with five hundred Men Soon as the Morn's first blushes shall appear Expect the terrour of your Armies there Exit Scip. Wou'd it were done the great decision made Rome crown'd and in the dust great Carthage laid Enter Trebellius Treb. Laurels and all the Trophees conquest yields Colours and Standards bought with blood in fields King Massinissa does to Scipio send His Godlike Master and his Warlike Friend Scip. Relate in brief the progress of his Arms. Treb. Soon as King Syphax heard our dread alarms He sent some Troops of Horse abroad to scout Which were by equal numbers put to rout Urg'd with despair and by his charming Wife Whose beauty has been fatal to his life He came in person forth to end the strife Our Battails joyn'd and fiercly it was fought Till to the last extreams our Troops were brought When Massinissa more then Man appear'd And with his overflowing valour clear'd Those mighty odds which first our Souldiers tear'd Scip. Some wond'rous Act of fortitude was shown Which could re-settle Troops half overthrown Treb. Where e're our General turn'd death mark'd his look And whom he ey'd with his cold Arrow strook Like some vast flame he made his glorious way And all about him desolation lay Syphax whose name he made to Heaven resound With cryes of ecchoing Joyes at last he found Trembling though with his Guards encompass'd round Swift as revenge could dart he on him flew Whom from his Horse with his hands force he drew And pierc'd his heart in both the Armies view Which seen with one consent the Souldiers fled As if all hopes were with their Monarch dead Scip. Cirta should after such a loss in course Surrender to the Victor's dreaded force Treb. It did great Sir To Massinissa now The gravest Lords with willing homage bow Whereas I did amongst the formost ride 'T was wish'd the Queen might prove the Victor's Bride Scip. I rather wish thou cou'dst not Conquest boast And that the King were with the Battail lost To Cirta Lelius instantly repair And make that subtle Queen our
Lord the Stars will shine K. M. Soon as the Birds did on the morning call Her brighter eyes a show'r of tears let fall Which in my panting bosom trickl'd down She prest me close and cry'd must you be gone Then round my neck her snowy arms did twine She sigh'd but will you for ever be mine Will you be true and then our lips did join Mass. Kind pretty heart K. Mas. Her last words were Hear me ye Gods may I be never blest If Massinissa be not to this breast The sweetest dearest everlasting Guest Yet she this fair this soft deluding she Forgetting all her vows forgetting me While I for Carthage follow'd Wars alarms Resign'd her self up to anothers arms Enter Lelius and Varro Lel. At length he 's found rise Massinissa rise Shake off these Clouds that hang about your eyes Glorie 's in view and courts them with her call New storms of War like Hail around us fall Var. Fury that sat at home on massie Shields Now heaves'em up and ranges through the Fields With all her hundred whips of wire she comes And drives despairing Monarchs to their Tombes Lel. Syphax and Asdrubal their forces join With Armes the Mountains and the Vallies shine Ha! what unwonted Charm your Soul enchains Is your high blood congealed with your veins That from the dusty Field you thus retire And seek cool shades when all the World 's on fire Var. Kings cast their Silks and Armour make their Robe Instead of Lutes shrill Trumpets charm the Globe Yet you from this great Race of honour run Wave falling Palms and courting Laurels shun Why shou'd you Sophonisba's loss bemoan When Syphax who enjoyes her cries come on K. Mas. Ha! that the base Usurper did but dare T'meet me alone without his crowds of War Lel. If you dye here so silently you 'l fall As if Fate knew not of your Funeral And cens'ring Fame will say when you are gone His thred of life was by a Woman spun But Varro we mistake this is not he This is some poarer on Morality Some studious Youth who do's the Heav'ns survey And in dull science fools his life away K. Mas. Awake where hast thou been my drowsy Soul In Lethae steep'd or freezing near the Pole I feel her now my benum'd limbs inspire My Spirits shoot and dart and mount up higher Like sparks that scatter from a kindling fire The Plots of Love inglorious are and dark Blindly he aimes and night is all his mark Like day I 'le dart him through and through I will To cure my honour I my Love will kill Kill her my self cut piece-meal all her charms War how it sounds away to Arms to Arms Let 's go where the Illustrious Scipio calls I 'le be the first shall scale proud Carthage Walls Wing'd with our Glory Come my Friends let 's fly To conquer bravely or as bravely dye Lel. Spoke like your self thus we our hommage pay So look'd Achilles when Troy lost the day Var. Fierce and majestick as young Mars you stand 'T is fit that look this Africk should command K. Mas. As Lovers big with expectation burn My Soul to Battle do's all fiery turn Swift as the Gods in hast out strip the wind And leave the Courses of the day behind Yet stay methinks I am uneasie still What real pleasure can it be to kill Lel. Frail Prince how wavering all his actions be By passions toss'd in Love's tempestuous Sea War fires the brave K. Mas. Yet War contracts a guilt And the brave grieve when many lives are spilt Love like a Monarch merciful and young Shedding no blood effeminates the strong But War do's like a Tyrant vex us more And breaks those hearts which Love did melt before Exeunt The end of the First ACT. ACT. II. Scen. I. Enter Scipio K. Massinissa Massina Menander Lelius and Varro Scip. THe Scouts of Hannibal have they survey'd The Camp Lel. Your will exactly was obey'd Scip. I hear my gallant Friend and grieve to hear That you the Chaines of Sophonisba wear In Glorie's School you had the foremost name Skill'd in the dark misterious Book of Fame Did those worn Characters with pleasure read Which told the Stories of the mighty dead But by this act of softness you will drown Those Noble parts and forfeit your renown Truant to all the Honour that you had Drunk with love's tears with smiles of Beauty mad K. Mas. I strove Sir by your great atchievments taught To drive this Beauty from my lab'ring thought But I as well to Heaven might carry Wars And quench the influence of our crosser Stars Like those with fatal fires she gilds my way And leads me on that I may further stray Scip. Then I must angry grow since you are frail And Corrosives apply where Cordials fail To me prove civil for your self be wise You have my friendship therefore I advise K. Mas. Mean you my Lord not Sophonisba love Scip. As she 's the Foe of Rome I disapprove All Treaties with her shake her off in time Or against Honour you commit a Crime K. Mas. And wou'd you have me live Scip. When she is dead Why shou'd you wish her life that has betray'd Both you and Rome Syphax whom I had wrought Her cunning Tongue to side with Carthage brought By Heaven I swear if she my Captive be I 'll use her as the Romans Enemy K. Mas. You 'd have me shake her off and live I 'de know Whether this flesh you wear you can forgo And be the same Here through my bosom run Your sword and when the bloody deed is done When your steel smoaks with my hearts reeking Gore Bid me be well as e're I was before Scip. You are resolv'd it seems to cross my will But from a Friend I 'll construe nothing ill K. Mas. O then endure yet more and let me speak Without some vent my lab'ring heart will break 'T is as a Friend your life your life I spare Not as you more then King Rome's Consul are The far fam'd Scipio and God of War Can any Man that 's brave His Mistriss injuries with patience hear Let any other in your cause appear And justify the words that you have said By the Immortal Powers I 'll strike him dead Lel. My Lord. As the King moves forward Lelius lays his hand on his sword Scip. Your gen'rous temper Lelius hold He shall be hotter yet to be more cold My vertue all the storms of Passion knows Has try'd its calms its wondrous Ebbs and flows Since a Request so small you can deny From greater proofs how wou'd your friendship fly K. Mas. Try me my Lord but any other way Heavens with what readiness would I obey While blood kind warmth does to these limbs afford While I can shake a Spear or wield a Sword You shall be ever Massinissa's Lord Go on and wander the wide Ocean o're Go sail to some unhospitable shore Where dreadful Monsters guard the horrid Land Though down to Hell
I sink at your Command I 'll throw my body on the untry'd sand Wou'd you have all the Carthaginians slain Or see their Cities levell'd with the Plain With cheerful toil the business shall be done Give me but Sophonisba for my Crown Scip. To conquer Enemies abroad's no more Then every Tribune here has done before Search all the Army through and find that one Who if I bid the force of fire dares shun Or will not from a precipice leap down At my command Lelius would you refuse To dye Lel. My Fate for Empire I 'd not loose At thy Command Temples and Shrines shou'd blaze I 'd spoil their Gods their Statues Altars raze And with my fury mak 'em dread thee more Then I fear them when all their thunders roar Scip. To Conquer Kingdoms and on Scepters tread Is but to imitate great Heroes dead Shou'd you your Arms to the World's limits bear The mighty Alexander pierc'd as far But if ungovern'd passion you can bind And quench th' inglorious ardour of your mind Your Fame shall with that haughty victors vie Which all the Eastern Beauties cou'd defie If still you are resolv'd her Charmes to trust The World may truly term you rash unjust And when you perish say he dy'd for lust K. Mas. You tax me Sir with Crimes I do not know But urge me not too far for I may grow Beyond all limits just revenge pursue And blinded by my rage let fly at you Scip. Unhand him By the Gods your worst I dare A single arm Rome's Consul cannot fear I shine above thee like a Star fix'd higher Whom though you cannot reach you may admire K. Mas. Like Meteors rather you false glory take Whose short liv'd blaze low Earthy vapours make Yet since with fancyed fires you fill the Skie Shall not one Prince at your dread aspect dye Scip. How have I err'd your Tryall's at an end Heaven That I e're should call this man my Friend How cou'd my Soul so grosly be o'reseen From all mankind wert thou selected then O most ungrate ill tempered barb'rous King No good did ever from this Africk spring Did I for this each Roman friendship shun And to those savage Arms for refuge run When with the weighty cares of War opprest Lean'd all my troubles on that sullen breast Took no Petition granted no Command But what was giv'n by Massinissa's hand What Triumphs did I ever yet design Wherein your glory might not equal shine Yet for a Woman and a false one too Your Fame your Faith and Friendship you forego Still let the great of Favourites beware They most deceive us who most trusted are The Consul turns away K. Mas. Stay Consul stay my Friend my noble Lord Cou'd you then cast me off for one rash word Forsake me ever O you never lov'd Your Massinissa who cou'd be thus mov'd Go if you please leave this ungrateful King This salvage barb'rous indigested thing What e're my passion did shou'd pardon'd be For I confess you are a God to me Yet it had bin more friendly and more kind Not to have met the Tempest of my mind Scip. But was it possible in this our strife That Massinissa should attempt my life K. Mas. Pronounce my death cut off these cursed hands Send me to Syphax bound with shameful bands That I may all the subtlest torments bear And after death no more reproaches hear Scip. By this return of virtue I am made For ever yours say do I now upbraid Are these reproaches K. Mass. O ye powers look down And hear me swear by your eternal Throne Whatever this your likeness shall command Though Sophonisba from my trembling hand I will obey or curse me where I stand Scip. As your first Trial strait to Crita fly And perjur'd Syphax at his Gates defie Our Troops must conquer when led on by you Chiefly his Wife endeavour to subdue Whose subtile working Wit wrought all this care And with her beautious griefs renew'd the War K. Mass. This youth my Kinsman as a pledge I leave My all the darling of my Soul receive As I in War shall false or faithful be So may Just Heaven do both to him and me Mass. Ah! if I am that darling of your Heart How can you leave me thus forlorn behind Take me along or I shall think 't was Art That made you seem so pittiful and kind K. Mass. Now all the Gods thy precious life defend Something that 's fatal sure these Tears portend I was not us'd to weep Scip. Nor must not now At your return we will to Zama go From thence to Bagrada our Forces draw To try our strength with dreadful Hannibal And keep that famous Conquerour in awe That talk'd of giving Laws i' th' Capitoll K. Mas. My Blood boils in my Veins and catchesfire Such words such courage would the Dead inspire Yes we will fight my Lord with Hannibal To bloody ' count his boasted valour call Scip. Like some vast ill built Tower so high he grows He Marble-front nods with each blast that blows K. Mas. Our Arms like Thunder levell'd at his Crown Shall all at once hurl'd by our rage rush on And in a moment rowl his Glories down Manet Massina solus Was ever Youth unfortunate as I But I will be reveng'd on him and dye Perhaps to loose me in the Wars he fears As if my Soul did not out-go my Years Enter Rosolinda Ros. I 've scap'd with much ado the Tribune's Hands But 't is the Consul who must break my Bands And send me with a pass-port back Who 's there What are you Mas. First instruct me what you are And how you came to be thus Heavenly fair What is it makes your Cheeks so fresh and bright The Red of Roses or the Lillies White Ros. Were you ne're thus before Mas. I never knew Such Agues in my Blood and Feavers too Ros. I 'le leave you Sir Mas. You cannot if you wou'd You may as easily forgo your Blood Like that I 'le blushing creep about you still And my sick thoughts with silent pleasures fill Ros. What is 't you 'd have Mas. Alas I do not know Something there is which Nature will not show When e're you speak as at melodious strains There 's something purles and trickles through my Veins Like Quick-silver it moves so cold and fast Then my Eyes twinkle as they 'd look their last Ros. It shews like Love but in its birth destroy A passion which scarce pitty can enjoy Mass. Perhaps you think me born of Common Race But Royal Blood does my high Lineage grace Ah! do not then put out this harmless flame Since from your Eyes the tingling torment came Ros. In vain your passion's ardour you alledge The Fort 's impregnable break up your Siege No force nor art can the least Out-work win There 's one for you too mighty entered in The haughtiest bravest foremost Man on Earth Who from the Blood of Gods derives his Birth Mass. To