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
what hardned Infidel Shall dare to doubt the Oracles you tell Soph. I will when sorrow shall permit me speak But sure my heart must with unkindness break K. Mas. 'T is possible yet Madam e're I go Express your will for I have much to do My men I have not plac'd my father's Throne We have not fill'd I must I must begone Menander do we triumph Men. Bravely Sir All like your self and more then Conquerour Rez Merna we 're lost with what a haughty scorn He turns away and smiles to see her mourn Soph. Are you not Massinissa call'd K. Mas. I am Soph. Have you not heard of Sophinisba's name She who unmov'd your high disdain endures Yet Sophonisba who was always yours K. Mas. Oh heavens Soph. Whom wasting cares did all the day devour Who watch'd all night counting each tedious hour And never found that there were joyes in power K. Mas. Ha! Sophonisba yes I knew her well That Angel fair and lov'd her er'e she fell Oh Sophonisba hadst thou but a mind Half beauteous as the case where 't is inshrin'd Thou wert but she is dangerous to name My reasons snatch'd by my tempestuous flame Menander help Or I shall sink in th' abiss of thought My vowes my friendship glory all forgot As when we lanch into the Sea the land Goes backward with the trees and all the neighbouring strand Men. Be gone my Lord you 're rnined if you stay K. Mas. What from the vanquish'd shall we run away Mern Still there 's some hopes since at her name he shook And now he eyes her with a kindling look Rez With that last Glance methought love shot him there K. Mas. Yes Madam this is Massinissa here I am to thy Confusion be it kuown A walking Grave with sorrows overgrown With rooted cares and every baneful weed That nightly watchings and pale troubles breed Once I was free from these and flourish'd fair Like a tall tree I blossom'd in the air My cheerful friends like birds about me sung Free from the Charms of thy deceiptful tongue And ripening hopes blooming around me hung Till thou fair Murd'ress didst like lightning fall And blasted blossoms branches root and all Soph. O Massinissa hear I this from thee K. Mas. 'T is equally a truth from him or me Or any here why Madam not from me But if my presence should a trouble prove I will for ever from your sight remove Soph. Stay Massinissa stay my life my soul Why do your eyes with such strange motion roul Your fury in this heart that loves you hide K. Mas. Where does that searcher of the soul recide Who through blind tracks finds out a womans heart Loe here 's a bar a stop to all his Art Who wou'd not swear that such a love was true Soph. Do I not love you By the Gods I do K. Mas. Oh thou dissembler once this wou'd have done But all thy practis'd wiles at last are known Just so she talk'd and so she wept before And with that beauteous honest look she swore Gods If I stay I shall believe again Farewell thou greatest pleasure greatest pain Soph. By all our loves this cannot must not be Those cruel words could not be meant to me To me who love you with a heart entire A flame more lasting then the vestall's fire To me who am indeed all one desire Ah Prince thy love is all my light and health The treasure I would hoord my only wealth Take not that from me K. Mas. 'T is but vain delay Soph. Unkindly urg'd why do you turn away kneels You shall not go till you have left me dead My tears till now were never vainly shed O hear my sighs my vows ye powers above If any power like me could ever love Let loose your fires and thaw this frozen heart And thou dread God of love trie every dart You shannot stir K. Mas. What means this rising flood weeps Soph. Nature will start at such ingratitude Revenge on after ages this disgrace And only Monsters make of humane race Inhumane thou K. Mas. She shall not yet she shall She grasps my heart and cryes she 'l have it all 'T is so her eyes restless magick bear Angels I see and Gods are dancing there Rise Madam rise each sigh each softning glance Lulls my loud wrongs I 'm hush'd and in a trance Men. His sighs flow from him with so strong a Gale As if his soul would through his lipsexhale Soph. Cou'd you be thus on your poor Mistriss frown What was my fault alas what have I done K. Mas. Nothing why nothing only this thou art My life my soul my spirits blood and heart Whose hands least thirlling touch does please above The very act of any other love Gods how she Charms none sure was e're like thee Nor wild as I stormes borrow rage of me But thou art soft and sweet and silent all As births of Roses or as blossoms fall Soph. This Rose that sticks so near your heart will fade When planted by your hand in death's cold shade K. Mas. By mine Not savages would harm thy breast On whose refreshing pillowes Iove might rest And with Immortal sweets be ever blest So fair 't is well thou art not faithful too I cou'd not bear my bliss if thou wert true Soph. Think me not false though I did Syphax wed Who ever was a stranger to my bed Forc'd by my Father's positive command I must confess I suffer'd him my hand Heaven curse me if I ever granted more Cou'd I be his having bin yours before K. Mas. Why do you stop still as statue lo I stand nor shall the wind presume to blow Speak and it shall be night not one shall dare To sigh though on the Rack he tortured were Nor for his soul whisper a dying prayer Soph. Make your love long and let it burn less fast These sudden raptures are to hot to last K. Mas. Right Madam long if we such joyes should feel The furious transports of delight would kill Menander to the Temple lead away By my clear fame this is our Marriage day Soph. Your fame does far above all Censure sir Free from the taunts of low repining Wi 't Kings though they err should never be arraign'd But if I yield my glory will be stain'd What will the World report of such a Bride Who married the same day her Husband dy'd K. Mas. Since Scipio is your mortal Enemy It must be so upon necessity Who yet will not molest you being mine Soph. Then to the Gods let me my breath resigne K. Mas. Can you consent rather then be my wife To hazard honour liberty and life Soph. But sir. K. Mas. But Madam say what you can say You ought not must not and I cannot stay One minute more casts both our lives away Soph. Know mighty Prince I was and am the same And thongh the world this Act may justly blame I will be yours and in that way you name But first by all the
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
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. Kingâ—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 Rezambâ— 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
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
his Immortal Kindred leave him then You may be better plac'd with blood of Men Besides who knows but his Divinity As Gods will sometimes very froward be May chance take pet as you in Love engage And thunder you to pieces in his rage Ros. 'T is true in War most dreadful he appears All Cruel Glorious dangers thick he wears Not to amuse you when I have nam'd all That 's great and lovely think on Hannibal Mas. Is 't possible In Age can beauty ought that 's lovely spy Can dreams of glory waking youth supply Ros. Though his blood mov'd like freezing Currents slow Were his head whiter then the Alpine snow My youth his age into one piece should grow Mas. All you have said I know in jest was spoke What should you do with such a sapless Oak When a young pleasant Vine so near you stands And bows with all his Clusters to your hands Ros. Honour to youth and beauty I prefer I 'm for the best and bravest Man in War And since the World knows none so great as he None else shall Lord of my affection be In shorter joyes let other Maids delight These transitory pleasures of a night But I more lasting happiness design In my Illustrious Warriour's heart to shine And have my name on his high Tomb engrav'd This this is she who Hannibal enslav'd Mass. Though I no dawn of comfort can descry Yet in this hopeless Love I will engage And every thought of Royalty cast by Through all the World attend you as your Page For all my pains I will not beg one kiss That were to wrong your mighty Man of War Give a kind look and I will prize the bliss Above those hopes which the Ambitious bear Ros. Since then you are resolv'd a while to wait As your first task shew me the Consul strait My beauty like a Comet shall arise That temperate Lord of Nations to surprize I 'll thunder in his ears and light'n in his eyes Exeunt SCENE The Carthaginian Camp Hannibal is discover'd in his Tent sitting at a Table with lights Han. How great 's the care the toil and lingring pain That racks a General 's breast and breaks his brain Argus had a hundred lights and I but one Yet all the Day 't is buisie as the Sun And all the Night 't is watchful as the Moon When shall I sleep from noise and business freed 'T is hush'd but beauty business does succeed Beauty which Iove cou'd draw from Heav'ns high Tower When Nimphs in Groves his Godhead stoop'd t' adore So much he lov'd delight above Almighty power In his deep blood the soft Contagion ran Staining his Son that vast Immortal Man The great Alcides who a distaf made Of that huge Club which Nations could invade Wou'd in his Mistress Glass kind looks devise Less'ning the Glories of his God-like eyes And tun'd his mighty voice to tender cryes Since Gods themselves and God-like Men have lov'd Why should not I with beauty's Charms be mov'd The highest Power has love's blind Mazes trod Then Hannibal love on and imitate a God Enter Bomilcar Bomilcar here so suddenly return'd You look as if your journey you had mourn'd Bom. My Lord we were discover'd Han. Ha! how then Was your lost freedom given you agen Bom. The gen'rous Consul knowing who we were Commanded us to dissipate our fear Then to his Officers gave strict command To let us take a view of every Band But such brave Men and such strict discipline Han. You speak Bomilcar as you knew not mine Bom. My Lord your pardon if I say these eyes Ne're yet beheld such gallant Enemies When we had seen what might less Spirits damp He generously dismiss'd us from the Camp Han. This Civil brav'ry has oblidg'd me so I shall to Battle with half fury go Doubts enter here which yet my breast ne're felt Doubts beget fears and fears my courage melt But of my Love Cousen you nothing said Is she alive how I that answer dread Or is it possible she can be dead Bom. Though in the search our utmost wit essay'd We nought cou'd hear of that Illustrious Maid Han. Perhaps his heart for temp'rance so renown'd From her all conquering eyes might take a wound And now he keeps her close which should he dare With fire and sword we 'l carry on the War Yes we will instantly our bodies join The World 's at stake let it be his or mine Bom. Throw boldly at the sum which the Gods set A hundred thousand lives at once are met That on your side will all their fortunes bet Enter Maherbal Mah. Come forth my Lord hast from your Tent behold Sights that may chill the fiery dant the bold Shrill Trumpets Eccho through the Arch of Heaven Battles proclaim'd and bloody signals given Two Suns their gawdy Charriots Curtains furl And at each other brandish'd lightning hurl Red bolts rush flaming through a bloody sky Wounding the Air vast pointed splinters fly Immortal Spirits drop down and seem to dye A Host of Heavenly Warriours bright and gay Appointed stand and ready for the fray In golden Armes their shining Chiefs appear Helmets and Shields of Diamonds they wear And Spears with Stars of value set they bear Han. The end of all things sure is drawing nigh Mah. Through the void place swift Darts obliquely fly Black swarthy Demons hold a hollow Cloud And with long Thunder-bolts they drum aloud Their Trumpets all with Sun-beams are inlay'd Where dreadful sounds by fiery breath are made Mountains are buried in the womb of Earth A grave they find where first they had their birth Our houshold-Gods sweat as they stand and all Your Garlands from their Temples untouch'd fall A Wolf but now his jaws all bloodied o're And by his fide a Savage foaming Boar. Your Out-gards fac'd and slaughter there began Nor stopp'd they but through all the Army ran Till satiated with blood the Monsters fled Vanish'd from sight and in dark Forrests hid Han. Lead to the place from whence we may descry These dreadful Prodigies that fill the sky Command our Priests a Sacrifice prepare T' appease the angry Doemons of the Air. Exeunt The SCENE drawn discovers a Heaven of blood two Suns Spirits in Battle Arrows shot to and fro in the Air Cryes of yielding Persons c. Cryes of Carthage is fal'n Carthage c. Re-enter Hannibal Maherbal Bomilcar Han. What means the Gods by these phantastick forms And unprovok'd why do they raise such storms Mah. When dreadful Prodigies like these appear The sure destruction of some State is near Our General 's mov'd his angry looks dart fire And noble rage does his griev'd Soul inspire Han. Can this be true Answer ye Powers Divine Shall in our death the Roman glory shine Has Fate our ruin fix'd Is it decreed That Carthage fall and Hannibal must bleed Yet with unshaken Souls our doom we 'll wait And perish bravely though unfortunate Yes ye malicious Powers this Hannibal Whom you
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
Gods and glory swear Rather then yield me up Rome's Prisoner That you some fatal token will present To free me from Inglorious punishment K. Mas. I swear by Heaven by Glory and by Arms By somthing more and by your own conquering Charms You shall be ever from the Romans free Or I by death will give you liberty Soph. Now lead me where you please K. Mas. A tast of bliss The God of marriage seal our vowes with this kisses her Nectar and flames the sweets of Hybla grow About her lips ambrosiall Odours flow Let melancholy Monarch Councel take Wed by advice and sullen Nuptials make But I prefer what thus my Arms infold To all the wealth that Earth or Seas can hold To Rocks of Diamonds or to hills of Gold Spight of proud Rome and all her haughty men She was my Mistriss and shall be my Queen The end of the Third ACT. ACT. IV. Scen. I. Bellona's Temple An Altar is shown with a Souldier lying upon it arm'd all but his head Aglave Cumana standing each upon a Tripos with Daggers in their right hands and Cencers in their left Agla E'Re we our solemn rites begin The sacred Cavern purge from sin About the dreadful Alter go About it Inchantations blow Cum. The dire oblation thus we drain And with his blood our Temples staine The Screech-Owl warns us with her Note Strike your dagger in his throat Gash him deep and suck his blood Prepare his frighted ghost a shrowd Agla Rise ye sulphrous flames arise Consume the baleful sacrifice That of his ashes we may take And clotted Cinders with 'em rake And Viands for Bellona make Cum. Our Goddess smil'd 't is done 't is done The Romans have the Battle won From yonder batlement of heaven I saw the Carthaginians driven They fly they fly the Consul there Pursues 'em through long tracks of Air. He puts their General to rout And drives 'em like a storm about Agla Our Goddess shall have death enough Her shrine with fat of thousands stuff With goary heads her Altar fill And Tuns of blood upon 'em spill Enter Hannibal Maherbal Bomiloar Cum. But loe who comes what what are these That pry into our misteryes Speak speak Aglave I 'le begone Their business know I 'le come anon The fit of prophecy's come on Our Goddess does the Tunnel wind And sacred horrours swell my mind Exit Agla What are you and what is it you would know Han. Men call me Hannibal Rome's dreadful foe Who after many Battles lost and won Resolve to perish or my conquest Crown One day the world's great Empire must decide But what the Gods and that great day provide We wish to know who dare the worst abide Agla Cumana to the sacred Tunnel cleaves Her breast enlarg'd the Goddess now receives And now she rages like a Bacchinal With fury 's acted rends the holy veile Ful of the deity about she roames Stares gapes and on the hallowed Curtain foames Cuts her hot flesh grovels upon the ground Sings Dances kicks the golden Tripeds round Enter Cumana scratching her face stabbing a Dagger into her Armes Spirits following her Sings Beneath the Poplar's shaddow lay me No raging fires will there dismay me Near some silver current lying Vnder sleepy Poppies dying I swell and am bigger then Typhon e're was With a strong band of Brass O bind me about Least my bosome should burst for the secret to pass And a vent being given the fury get out I cannot I will not be vext any longer While I rage I grow weak and the Goddess grows stronger She speaks If Hannibal to Zama tend His valour Scipio shall Commend And near Nadagra on the Plain There shall be thousand Romans slain Thou with thy old Italian Band. Shalt put the Consul to a stand Sings Hark hark the Drums rattle Dub a dub to the Battle Tararara Tararara the Trumpets too tattle Now now they come on and pell mell they mingle What rusling and busling And splinters of lances with broken Arms jingle Gold trappings bright Bevers Swords Bucklers and Daggers The stout man flies on and the faint hearted staggers See the saddle girts burst And the Generall 's unhorst But he rallies again And brings up his men Spight of fortune and fate And the Gods that oppose He hacks and he hews Through the hearts of his foes Cease Goddess cease thy servant to torment My lungs are with Prophetick fury spent The struggling fates within my bosom turn And heavenly fires my trembling heart strings burn When will thy Godhead let me rest Too mighty for a mortal breast Agla Cumana to a period hast You shall have ease when you have done And sweet refreshing slumbers tast Upon the Borders of the Moon A Dance of Spirits Cum. Lo afar off the curst Bythinian Band A poyson'd General rules upon the sand Gods how he swells how bloated is his look Death from the Pummel of his Sword he took Exit Han. Shall Romans fall by Carthaginian Swords And Carthage sinke what mean these mistick words A foolish Bard as much as this might tell Or a white Witch without the ayd of hell More I must know speak Rosalinda's doom Let all the losses of a Battle come May Scipio in the dust our glory soyl Wee 'l bear the frowns of Mars if Cupid smile Agla Too curious mortal seek not what once known May snatch your sleep and make you ever groan Your fate crowds back and would not come in view Do not too far th' unwilling Gods pursue Like one who rashly dares give spirits chace They fly a while to some dark ruin'd place Through Caverns run through Cloysters dodge him round Or dance before him over Fairy ground Till urg'd too far a face all pale and sad Turns quick upon him and the fool runs mad Bom. Let 's go my Lord I am not us'd to fear And yet methinks I dread to tarry here Mah. Heaps of the slain I often have beheld And with my Battle-ax have hundreds fell'd Yet here I 'm shaken the objects too funest I 'd rather see a Javelin at my breast Han. Aglave by your Goddess Armes I swear We will not from the sacred Cavern stir Till you have cleard my doubts though every star At your dread call start from his flaming sphere Though from her or be close mantled in a Cloud The Moon slide down to wander in this Wood Though with your Charmes the Sun dissolve in blood Fathom the depth of desting below And all the terrours of your Magick showe Agla Beneath those burd'ned branches stand Safe from the spirit I command Arise appear thou whom his soul does love His heart with visionary horrours move Rosalinda rises in a Chaire pale with a wound on her breast two Cupids descend and hang weeping over her Han. Shall Rosalinda then untimely dye 'T is false and all these damn'd deceivers lye Faceing thy fate with my Sword drawn I 'le stand Back'd with my Conquering old Italian Band. With the
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
fled Han. Live and I 'le raise that honour from the dead Ros. Renown runson like time but nere turns back Han. Then we that swift renown will overtake Wee 'l hast where glory baits to every hold And mount new fame till we outstrip the old Ros. Dear Hannibal alas I wish I cou'd But 't will not be life trembling takes the flood Till well nigh swallowed in waves of blood The Roman glory shines too fatal bright And with it's gathering lustre dims my sight Eternally adieu my body take Chaste and entire I kept it for your sake 'T is the last present that I now can make dies Han. For ever gone all her sweet stock of breath Spent in one sigh the riot of rich death Now by Arms the Gods too partial are Or else they envy'd my full trade of War Which cou'd so vast a state of beauty buy As far surpass'd the Mannors of their sky Dead Rosalinda Bom. Raise you from the ground And let not love your vertue 's force confound Where is that heat and haughty courage gone Which against nature's lets your Troops led on Mah. Think you for naught the Gods such valour gave You should prop Thrones and falling Kingdoms save Buried in thought and deaf to honour's call Your soul beneath her mighty pitch does fall Han. Maherbal no astonish'd thou shalt be We dare be brave in spight of destiny Though rob'd of all the riches love could give And stript of glory too yet we will live Courage is form'd of the Etherial mold And round it bands of Adamant are rowld To this still haughty breast such fire is given I could the summons meet of hell or Heaven Cou'd like the great eternal mover sway The world in Arms and teach it to obey 'T was noble grief that lately chang'd my form But I am ruffled now into a storm Bom. Your Mistress body hence we will convey And in some hallowed Vault her relicks lay Mah. Like Pilgrims once a year wee 'l mourning go And on her Urne sad yiew with Cypress throw And all our stock of tears and sighs bestow Han. Forever brightest of thy kind farewel Who wert too worthy therefore early fell As the young Phoenix does in sacred myrhe His fathers dust to the sun's Temple bear So in fames houses shalt thou honour'd be And every God shall have a grain of thee Mah. Since glory with her last breath she profest May wish'd Dominion widen all your breast Han. Hast hast Maherbal and fresh levies make Honour that did but now calm slumbers take Shall like the Ocean in a Tempest wake Wee 'l pass new Alpes new Consuls overthrow To Rome with far more dreadful Armies go Forcing the Appian and Emilian way To the Suburra wee 'l pursue the fray Nor stop till Rosalinda's statue crown'd Sits in the Capitol with Gods enthroan'd Exeunt Scipio K. Massinissa Lelius c. Scip. I grieve brave Prince so often to deny She must a Captive be or she must die K. Mas. I know she must if you will have it so But pardon may be granted to a fo O spare her then as you wou'd be forgiven At your last hour when you prepare for Heaven Scip. Learn to ask blessings those you shall not want This is a curse which I can never grant Like one who in a burning feaver lies And begs for water if he drinks he dies I like a wise Physitian thwart your will And vanquish your distemper with my skill K. Mas. For the God's sake for friendship glory love By all that 's good below or blest above Let not at last my well taught Courage droop Break not the heart which you have foster'd up Oh Sophonisba Give her to my prayers To these fast rising sighs and falling tears No other crown I ask as valour's due For all that I have done or all that I shall do Lo at your knees behold a Monarch fall Yet more your friend and then I have said all Scip. Let not your passion Royalty degrade Rise valiant Prince I 've thought of what you said And as your friend my temper cannot keep Mourn your Misfortunes and like you can weep Curse Roman Tyrany and wish you were Forever Joyn'd with that unhappy fair K. Mas. Oh you have blest me Scip. Massinissa stay You only heard what friendship bid me say But as Rome's Consul and the Lord of power I now command you never see her more Unless the view to her may fatal be This is my last immutable decree K. Mas. Is your feign'd pity come to this your tears Falser then those which Egypts Monster wears Tyrannick Rome Barbarous are all thy Laws Have I for this in thy accursed cause Starv'd life by lavishing her precious food My spirits lost emptied my dearest blood Fought 'till I rampiers made of bodies round So mark'd with fate that I appear'd one wound Yet rais'd thy bleeding Eagles from the ground Scip. Think no more on 't her memory forget K. Mas. Cut me to Atoms tear my soul out yet In every smallest particle of me You shall the form of Sophonisba see All like my soul and all in every part Bath'd in my eyes and bleeding in my heart Scip. Lelius secure the Queen K. Mas. Stay Lelius stay I 've done my Lord and will your power obey The Queen shall die on a Kings word she shall She must a victim for the Empire fall How am I now Scip. For Sophonisba's loss Your Arms Numidia's Empire shall engross For your late Gallantry at Zama shown Kind Rome presents you an Imperial Crown Saluts you King now all your griefs defy Thus we embrace thee as our brave allie Give your grief truce thus prais'd and thus adorn'd Let all the beauties of the Earth be scorn'd Exit K. Mas. Scorn'd be your glory more and Roman pride While I in winding-sheets embrace my Bride For 't is decreed that we must never part Wee 'l be one spirit as wee 're now one heart Traverse the glittering Chambers of the Sky Born on a Cloud in view of fate I 'le lie And press her soul while Gods stand wishing by Men. My Lord if you would hear K. Mas. What canst thou say Men. Reason's a Rebel when high passions sway K. Mas. And such art thou yet speak what shall I do Instruct me to be greatly false or true Men. The Queen must die K. Mas. Ha must no more Men. She to the Gods is given or Roman power K. Mas. Neither she shall not die nor shall she live The Romans slave I 'le give her a reprieve Men. But how K. Mas. Why thus I 'le kill my self kill thee Rome Carthage all the world and then she shall live free Men. Glory or beauty 't is ordained you lose K. Mas. O Rome Oh Heaven both equally my foes Was ever heart thus miserably torn Were ever woes like mine so calmly born From the Contagion of my troubles take As much as might the spring a winter make Freeze the hot blood of