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A49935	The rival queens, or, The death of Alexander the Great acted at the Theater-Royal by their majesties servants / by Nat. Lee ...; Cassandra	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; La Calprenède, Gaultier de Coste, seigneur de, d. 1663. Cassandre. English.	1677 (1677)	Wing L865; ESTC R13215	44,678	82

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

for if you do By all the Furies and the flames of Love By Love which is the hottest burning Hell I 'le set you both on fire to blaze for ever Exit Stat. O Alexander is it possible Good Gods That guilt can shew so lovely yet I pardon Forgive thee all by thy dear life I do Alex. Ha! Pardon saidst thou Pardon me Sys Now all thy Mothers blessings fall about thee My best my most belov'd my own Statira Alex. Is it then true that thou hast pardon'd me And is it giv'n me thus to touch thy hand And fold thy body in my longing arms To gaze upon thy Eyes my happier Stars To tast thy lip and thy dear balmy breath While ev'ry sigh comes forth so fraught with sweets 'T is incense to be offer'd to a God Stat. Yes dear Impostor 't is most true that I Have pardon'd thee and 't is as true that while I stand in view of thee thy eyes will wound Thy tongue will make me wanton as thy wishes And while I feel thy hand my body glows Therefore be quick and take your last adieu These your last sighs and these your parting tears Farewell farewell a long and last farewell Alex. O my Hephestion bear me or I sink Stat. Nay you may take Heav'n how my heart throbs You may you may if yet you think me worthy Take from these trembling lips a parting kiss Alex. No let me starve first why Statira why What is the meaning of all this O Gods I know the cause my working brain divines You 'l say you pardon'd but with this reserve Never to make me blest as I have been To slumber by the side of that false man Nor give a Heav'n of beauty to a Devil Think you not thus speak Madam Sys She is not worthy Son of so much sorrow Speak comfort to him speak my dear Statira I ask thee by those tears Ah canst thou e're Pretend to Love yet with dry eyes behold him Alex. Silence more dreadfull then severest sounds Wou'd she but speak though Death eternal Exile Hung at her lips yet while her tongue pronounces There must be Musick even in my undoing Stat. Still my lov'd Lord I cannot see you thus Nor can I ever yield to share your Bed O I shall find Roxana in your arms And tast her kisses left upon your lips Her curs'd embraces have defil'd your body Nor shall I find the wonted sweetness there But artificial smells and aking odours Alex. Yes obstinate I will Madam you shall You shall in spight of this resistless passion Be serv'd but you must give me leave to think You never lov'd O cou'd I see you thus Hell has not half the tortures that you raise Clyt. Never did passions combat thus before Alex. O I shall burst Unless you give me leave to rave a while Sys Yet e're destruction sweeps us both away Relent and break through all to pity him Alex. Yes I will shake this Cupid from my arms If all the rages of the Earth can fright him Drown him in the deep bowl of Hercules Make the World drunk and then like Aeolus When he gave passage to the struggling winds I 'le strike my Spear into the reeling Globe To let it bloud set Babylon in a blaze And drive this God of flames with more consuming fire Stat. My presence will but force him to extremes Besides 't is death to me to see his pains Yet stand resolv'd never to yield again Permit me to remove Alex. I charge ye stay her For if she pass by all the Hells I feel Your Souls your naked Ghosts shall wait upon her O turn thee Turn thou barb'rous brightness turn Hear my last words and see my utmost pang But first kneel with me all my Souldiers kneel All kneel Yet lower prostrate to the Earth Ah Mother what Will you kneel too Then let the Sun stand still To see himself out-worship'd not a face Be shewn that is not wash'd all o're in tears But weep as if you here beheld me slain Sys Hast thou a heart or art thou Savage turn'd But if this posture cannot move your mercy I never will speak more Alex. O my Statira I swear my Queen I 'le not out-live thy hate My Soul is still as death But one thing more Pardon my last extremities the transports Of a deep wounded breast and all is well Stat. Rise and may Heav'n forgive you all like me Alex. You are too gracious Clytus bear me hence When I am laid in Earth yield her the world There 's something here heaves and is cold as Ice That stops my breath Farewell O Gods for ever Stat. Hold off and let me run into his arms My dearest my all Love my Lord my King You shall not dye if that the soul and body Of thy Statira can restore thy life Give me thy wonted kindness bend me break me With thy embraces Alex. O the killing joy O extasie my heart will burst my breast To leap into thy bosom but by Heav'n This night I will revenge me of thy beauties For the dear rack I have this day endur'd For all the sighs and tears that I have spent I 'le have so many thousand burning Loves So swell thy lips so fill me with thy sweetness Thou shalt not sleep nor close thy wandring Eyes The smiling hours shall all be lov'd away We 'l surfeit all the night and languish all the day Stat. Nor shall Roxana Alex. Let her not be nam'd O Mother how shall I requite your goodness And you my fellow Warriours that cou'd weep For your lost King But I invite you all My equals in the Throne as in the Grave Without distinction to the Riot come To the Kings Banquet Clyt. I beg your Majesty Would leave me out Alex. None none shall be excus'd All Revel out the day 't is my command Gay as the Persian God our self will stand With a Crown'd Goblet in our lifted hand Young Ammon and Statira shall go round While antick Measures beat the burden'd ground And to the vaulted Skies our Clangors sound Exeunt ACT IV. Enter Clytus in his Macedonian habit Hephestion Eumenes Meleager c. in Persian Robes Clyt. AWay I will not wear these Persian Robes Nor ought the King be angry for the reverence I owe my Country sacred are her Customs Which honest Clytus shall preserve to death O let me rot in Macedonian rags Rather then shine in fashions of the East Then for the Adorations he requires Rost my old body in eternal flames Or let him Cage me like Calisthenes Eum. Dear Clytus be perswaded Heph. You know the King Is God-like full of all the richest Virtues That ever Royal heart possess'd yet you Perverse but to one humour will oppose him Clyt. Call you it humour 't is a pregnant one By Mars there 's venom in it burning pride And though my life shou'd follow rather then Bear such a hot ambition in my bowels I 'd rip 'em up to give the poyson

THE Rival Queens OR THE DEATH OF ALEXANDER THE GREAT ACTED AT THE Theater-Royal BY Their Majesties Servants By NAT. LEE Gent. Naturâ sublimis acer Nam spirat tragicum satis feliciter audet Horat. Epist. ad Aug. LONDON Printed for James Magnes and Richard Bentley at the Post-house in Russel-street in Covent-Garden near the Piazza's 1677. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE JOHN EARL OF MULGRAVE Gentleman of His Majesties Bed-Chamber and Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter My Lord WHEN I hear by many Persons not indifferent Judges how Poets are censur'd most even where they most intend to please and sometimes by those to whom they address condemn'd for Flatterers Sycophants little fawning wretches I confess of all undertakings there is none more dreadful to me than a Dedication So nicely cruel are our Judges that after a Play has been generally applauded on the Stage the Industrious malice of some after Observers shall damn it for an Epistle or a Preface For this Reason my Lord Alexander was more to seek for a Patron in my troubl'd thoughts than for the Temple of Jupiter Ammon in the spreading Wilds and rowling Sands 'T is certain too he must have been lost had not Fortune whom I must once at least acknowledge kind in my Life presented me to your Lordship You were pleas'd my Lord to read it over Act by Act and by particular praises proceeding from the sweetness rather than the justice of your temper lifted me up from my natural Melancholy and Diffidence to a bold belief that what so great an understanding warranted could not fail of success And here I were most ungrateful if I should not satisfie the judging World of the surprize I was in Pardon me my Lord for calling it a surprize when I was first honour'd by waiting upon your Lordship So much unexpected and indeed unusual affability from Persons of your Birth and Quality so true an Easiness such Frankness without affectation I never saw Your constant but few Friends show the firmness of your Mind which never varies so God-like a Virtue that a Prince puts off His Majesty when he parts with Resolution In all the happy times that I attended you unless business or accident interpos'd I have observ'd your Company to be the same You have Travell'd through all tempers Sail'd through all humours of the Courts unconstant Sea you have gain'd the gallant Prizes which you sought your selected unvaluable Friends And I am perfectly perswaded if you traffick but seldome abroad 't is for fear of splitting upon Knaves or Fools Nor is it Pride but rather a Delicacie of your Soul that makes you shun the Sordid part of the World the lees and Dregs of it while in the noblest Retirement you enjoy the finer Spirits and have that just Greatness to be above the baser How commendable therefore is such Reservation how admirable such a Solitude If you are singular in this we ought to blame the wild unthinking dissolute Age an Age whose business is senseless Riot Neronian Gambols and ridiculous Debauchery an Age that can produce few Persons beside your Lordship who dare be alone All our hot hours burn't in Night-Revells or drown'd in Day-dead-sleep or if we wake 't is a point of reeling Honour joggs us to the Field where if we live or dye we are not concern'd for the Soul was laid out before we went abroad and our Bodies were after acted by meer Animal Spirits without Reason When I more narrowly Contemplate your Person methinks I see in your Lordship two of the most famous Characters that ever Ancient or Modern Story could produce the mighty Scipio and the retir'd Cowley You have certainly the Gravity Temperance and Judgment as well as the Courage of the first all which in your early attempts of War gave the noblest dawn of Virtue and will when occasion presents answer our expectation and shine forth at full Then for the latter you possess all his sweetness of humour in peace all that Halcyon Tranquillity of Mind where your deep thoughts glide like silent Waters without a Wrinkle your hours move with softest Wings and rarely any Larum strikes to discompose you You have the Philosophy of the first and which I confess of all your qualities I love most the Poetry of the latter I was never more mov'd at Virgil's Dido than at a short Poem of your Lordships where nothing but the shortness can be dislik'd As our Church-Men wish there were more Noble Men of their Function so wish I in the behalf of deprest Poetry that there were more Poets of your Lordships Excellence and Eminence If Poetry be a Virtue she is a ragged one and never in any Age went barer than now It may be objected she never deserved less To that I must not answer but I am sure when she merited most she was alwayes dissatisfied or she would not have forsaken the most splendid Courts in the World Virgil and Horace Favourites of the mightiest Emperour retir'd from him preferring a Mistress or a white Boy and two or three cheerful drinking Friends in a Country Village to all the Magnificence of Rome Or if sometimes they were snatch'd from their cooler pleasures to an Emperial Banquet We may see by their Verses in praise of the Country Life 't was against their Inclination Witness Horace in his Epod. Beat us ille qui procul c. part of his sixth Satyr his Epistle to Fuscus Aristius Virgil's Georgie O Fortunatos nimium bona si c. All render'd by Mr. Cowley so Copiously and Naturally as no Age gone before or coming after shall equal though all Heads join'd together to out do him I speak not of his exactness to a Line but of the whole This then may be said as to the condition of Poets in all times few ever arriv'd to a middle Fortune most have liv'd at the lowest none ever mounted to the highest neither by Birth for none was ever born a Prince as no Prince to my remembrance was ever born a Poet nor by Industry because they were alwayes too much transported by their own thoughts from minding the grave business of a World not of their humour Whereas even Slaves the Rubbish of the Earth have by most prodigious Fortune gain'd a Scepter and with their vile Heads sully'd the glories of a Crown Praise is the greatest encouragement we Camelions can pretend to or rather the Manna that keeps Soul and Body together we devour it as if it were Angels Food and vainly think we grow Immortal For my own part I acknowledge I never receiv'd a better satisfaction from the applause of an Audience than I have from your single Judgment You gaze at Beauties and wink at Blemishes and do both so gracefully that the first discovers the acuteness of your Judgment the other the excellency of your Nature And I can affirm to your Lordship there is nothing transports a Poet next to Love like commending in the right

knowest And I am prouder to have pass'd that Stream Than that I drove a Million o're the Plain Can none remember Yes I know all must When glory like the dazling Eagle stood Perch'd on my Bever in the Granick Flood When Fortun 's self my Standard trembling bore And the pale Fates stood frighted on the Shore When the Immortals on the Billows rode And I my self appear'd the leading God Arist. But all the honours which your Youth has won Are lost unless you fly from Babylon Haste with your Chiefs to Susa take your way Fly for your life destructive is your stay This Morning having view'd the angry Skie And mark'd the Prodigies that threatn'd high To our bright God I did for succour fly But Oh. Alex. What fears thy Reverend Bosome shake Or dost thou from some Dream of horrour wake If so come grasp me with thy shaking Hand Or fall behind while I the danger stand Arist. To Orosmades Cave I did repair Where I atton'd the dreadful God with Prayer But as I pray'd I heard long groans within And shrieks as of the damn'd that howl for Sin I knew the Omen and I fear'd to stay But prostrate on the trembling Pavement lay When he bodes happiness he answers mild 'T was so of old and the great Image smil'd But now in abrupt Thunder he reply'd Lowd as rent Rocks or roaring Seas he cry'd All Empires Crown Glory of Babylon Whose Head stands wrapt in Clouds must tumble down Alex. If Babylon must fall what is 't to me Or can I help immutable Decree Down then vast Frame with all thy lofty Towers Since 't is so order'd by Almighty Powers Press'd by the Fates unloose your golden Bars 'T is great to fall the envy of the Stars Enter Perdiccas Meleager Mele. O horrrour Perd. Dire Portents Alex. Out with 'em then What are you Ghosts ye empty shapes of Men If so the Mysteries of Hell unfold Be all the Scrowls of Destiny unrowl'd Open the brazen Leaves and let it come Point with a Thunder-bolt your Monarchs doom Perd. As Meleager and my self in Field Your Persian Horse about the Army wheel'd We heard a noise as of a rushing Wind And a thick Storm the Eye of Day did blind A croaking noise resounded through the Air We look'd and saw big Ravens battling there Each Bird of Night appear'd himself a Cloud They met and fought and their Wounds rain'd black Blood Mele. All as for honour did their Lives expose Their Talons clash'd and Beaks gave mighty blows Whilst dreadful sounds did our sear'd sense assail As of small Thunder or huge Scythian Hail Perd. Our Augurs shook when with a horrid groan We thought that all the Clouds had tumbl'd down Souldiers and Chiefs who can the wonder tell Strook to the ground promiseuously fell While the dark Birds each pond'rous as a Shield For fifty Furlongs hid the fatal Field Alex. Be witness for me all ye Powers Divine If ye be angry 't is no fault of mine Therefore let Furles face me with a Band From Hell my Virtue shall not make a stand Though all the Curtains of the Skie be drawn And the Stars wink young Ammon shall go on While my Statira shines I cannot stray Love lifts his Torch to light me on my way And her bright Eyes create another Day Lys. E're you remove be pleas'd dread Sir to hear A Prince ally'd to you by Blood Alex. Speak quickly Lys. For all that I have done for you in War I beg the Princess Parisatis Alex. Ha Is not my word already past Hephestion I know he hates thee but he shall not have her We heard of this before Lysimachus I here command you nourish no design To prejudice my Person in the Man I love and will preferr to all the World Lys. I never fail'd to obey your Majesty Whilst you commanded what was in my power Nor cou'd Hephestion fly more swift to serve When you commanded us to storm a Town Or fetch a Standard from the Enemy But when you charge me not to love the Princess I must confess I disobey you as I wou'd the Gods themselves should they command Alex. You shou'd brave Sir hear me and then be dumb When by my order curst Calisthenes Was as a Traitor doom'd to live in torments Your pity sped him in despight of me Think not I have forgot your insolence No though I pardon'd it yet if again Thou dar'st to cross me with another Crime The Bolts of Fury shall be doubled on thee In the mean time think not of Parisatis For if thou dost by Jupiter Ammon By my own Head and by King Philip's Soul I 'le not respect that Blood of mine thou shar'st But use thee as the vilest Macedonian Lys. I doubted not at first but I shou'd meet Your indignation yet my Soul 's resolv'd And I shall never quit so brave a Prize While I can draw a Bow or lift a Sword Alex. Against my Life ha was it so how now 'T is said that I am rash of hasty humour But I appeal to the Immortal Gods If ever petty poor Provincial Lord Had temper like to mine My Slave whom I Cou'd tread to Clay dares utter bloody threats Clyt. Contain your self dread Sir the noble Prince I see it in his Countenance would dye To justifie his truth but love makes many faults Lys. I meant his Minion there should feel my Arm Love asks his blood nor shall he live to laugh At my destruction Alex. Now be thy own Judge I pardon thee for my old Clytus's sake But if once more thou mention thy rash Love Or dar'st attempt Hephestion's precious Life I 'le pour such storms of indignation on thee Philot as rack Calisthenes disgrace Shall be delight to what thou shalt endure Enter Sysigambis Parisatis Heph. My Lord the Queen comes to congratulate Your safe arrival Alex. O thou best of Women Source of my joy blest Parent of my Love Sys Permit me kneel and give those adorations Which from the Persian Family are due Have you not rais'd us from our ruines high And when no Hand cou'd help nor any Eye Behold us with a Tear your's pittied me You like a God snatch'd us from sorrow's Gulph Fixt us in Thrones above our former state Par. Which when a Soul forgets advanc't so nobly May it be drown'd in deeper misery Alex. To meet me thus was generously done But still there wants to crown my happiness Life of my Empire Treasure of my Soul My dear Statira O that Heavenly Beam Warmth of my Brain and Firer of my Heart Had she but shot to see me had she met me By this time I had been amongst the Gods If any Ecstasie can make a height Or any Rapture hurle us to the Heavens Clyt. Now who shall dare to tell him the Queens Vow Alex. How fares my Love ha neither answer me Ye raise my wonder Darkness overwhelm me If Royal Sysigambis does not weep Trembling and horrour pierce me cold as Ice Is