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A49940	Sophonisba, or, Hannibal's overthrow a tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royall, by their majesties servants / written by Nathaniel Lee.	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.	1676 (1676)	Wing L870; ESTC R13330	36,757	72

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

SOPHONISBA OR HANNIBAL'S Overthrow A TRAGEDY Acted at the Theatre-Royall By their MAJESTIES SERVANTS Written by Nathaniel Lee Gent. Praecipitandus est liber spiritus Petronius LONDON Printed for I. Magnes and R. Bentley in Russel-street in Coven-Garden near the Piazza's Anno Domini MDCLXXVI To her GRACE the DUTCHESS OF PORTSMOUTH Madam IF Sophonisba receiv'd some applause upon the stage I arrogate nothing from the merit of the Poem but as I ought with the humblest acknowledgments and profoundest gratitude impute it to the favourable aspects of the Court-Stars But above all I must pay my adorations to your Grace who as you are the most Beautiful as well in the bright appearances of body as in the immortal splendors of an elevated soul did shed mightier influence and darted on me a largess of glory answerable to your stock of Beams Hannibal himself whose hardie spirit never bowd but to the fair imperious Rosalinda nay he who in spite of beauties charms durst gaze upon that sun with Eagle-eyes and tax her with a blemish now making his approaches to your Grace seems awed with the source of so many rayes and dazl'd with a presence so illustrious He sees with new bleedings eyes more attractive than those of Rosalinda somthing more delicate in your shape and lofty in your meen an Air so charming sweet that 't is miraculous it shou'd be Majestick too Smiles of more delightful Shine than April suns such softnesses and languishings as the almighty Poets hand cannot describe nor Painter's Pencil ever draw For my own part I am resolv'd to look up to you daily and dedicate my Life and Labours to your Grace to spend all the store of my yet unexhausted fancy in your unbounded Fame For I declare to be wreath'd in Lawrel from head to foot is not comparable honour to that of being Madam Your Graces most humble and devoted servant Nat. Lee. Dramatis personae Hannibal General of Carthage Mr. Moon Maherbal Lievftenant General Mr. Wats Bomilcar Master of the Horse and Elephants Mr. Haris Scipio Consul of Rome Mr. King●ston Lelius His Lievftenant Mr. Wintersel Massinissa Syphax Kings of Nudimia both married to Sophonisba Mr. Harte Massina Nephew of Massinissa Mr. Clarke Menander The confident of Massinissa Mr. Sophonisba A Carthaginian Lady daughter of Asdrubal Mrs. Cosh Rosalinda A Roman Lady the Mistress of Hannibal Mrs. Damport Rezamb● Merna Maids of honour and confidents of Sophonisba Mrs. The SCENE Zama THE TRAGEDY OF SOPHONISBA OR HANNIBALS OVERTHROW ACT. I. Scaen. I. Enter Hannibal Maherbal Bomilcar Guards and Attendants Han. COnquest with Laurels has our arms adorn'd And Rome in Tears of blood our anger mourn'd Like Gods we past the rugged Alpine hills Melted our way and drove our hissing wheels Through Cloudy deluges eternal Rills What after ages shall with pain believe Through burning Quarries did our passage cleave Hurl'd dreadful Fire and Vinegar infus'd Whose horrid force the Nerves of Flints unloos'd Made Nature start to see us root up Rocks And open all her Adamantine Locks Shake off her massy Barrs or'e mountains go Through Globes of Ice and flakes of solid Snow On our last Elephant while we did sleep In Arnus foggy Fenns and Marshes deep One light we lost for Carthage underwent Wars tedious toils our Blood and spirits spent And all the stock of health which bounteous Nature lent Mah. But what return has that slow City made Admir'd by foes you were by friends betray'd While you abroad fam'd Battles bravely fought The Traitor Hanno your destruction sought No succours were for your assistance meant For still to Rome Intelligence was sent That did the Carthaginians strength declare Which way they past and what their numbers were Bom. By his design your Brothers death was wrought When he apart from you with Nero fought Too well that Barb'rous States-man Hanno knew If Gallant Asdrubal should joyn with you The Romans cou'd no hope of safety have No Power on Earth cou'd their lost Empire save With wicked policy ' he therefore try'd your two all conqu'ring armies to divide How fatally did his curst Plots succed When with your Brother all his Troops did bleed Han Great Statesmen Kings shou'd watch while they employ Least what they build those underhand destroy Nor has his separating Chiefs been known Only on Land but on the Ocean shown Where Fleets divided by close practised Arts Have melted Womens Eyes and Souldiers Hearts Now all the Feinds those Traytors drag to Hell Who for Revenge or Gold their Country sell. Han. How wou'd the Slaves have quak'd had they but seen The flights of Trebia or Thrasimen Or Dreadful Cannae Where the dire Sisters bit the Roman Looms As if their hands were tyr'd with cutting dooms Bom. Where fourscore valiant Senators we kill'd The blood of seventy thousand Souldiers spill'd And great Emilius death our Conquest swell'd Han. When all with crimson slaughter cover'd o're We urg'd our Horses through a flood of Gore Whilst from the battlements of Heavens high wall Each God look'd down and shook his awful head Mourning to see so many thousands fall And then look'd pale to see us look so red Mah. That was a Time worthy severest Fate When victory on Hills of Heroes sat And turn'd her eyes all blood-shot on the fray And laugh'd and clapp'd her wings and blest the day Han. And are we thus at last rewarded then Dare they review our dangers with disdain Dull Counsellors who only talk of harm Sleep till high Noon to costly Banquets swarm And with rich Wines drink their cold Spirits warm Instead of fighting Scipio let us haste Set fire to Carthage lay her glories waste Melt all their hoarded Treasures down and pour Into their thirsty Throats the scalding o're Bom. Go on great Sir their rusty Coffers burn Their Towring pride to desolation turn Mah. How I shou'd laugh to see their Ermins smoak May sulph'rous flames their gorged vitals choak Han. Maherbal stay though Carthage us'd me ill Spight of my wrongs she is my Country still My Father the great Master of our Arms Who while he gave me life heard loud alarms Swore me Rome's foe when in my ages bud Wean'd me from milk and nurs'd up in blood And taught me to be obstinately good Rome the Worlds Gyant Empress to invade Till her bright fame should shrink into a shade And all her golden Spires in dust were laid Bom. Carthage and Rome which did so long divide The troubl'd World to prop their weighty pride Will brook no more each others mighty sway The Gods to this or that must give the day Since such Majestick Power to both is given As each might take up all the care of Heaven Mah. Besides the natural hate to Rome you bear With Scipio love obliges you to War Since Rosalinda is a Pris'ner there Heavens shall he dare to keep your Love in bands Beauty like hers Swords Hands and Hearts commands Han. O my Maherbal thou wert alwayes kind See'st all my good but to