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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

see A Great Man tumble but they must be talking Cass. The Spirit of King Philip in those Arms We saw him wear pass'd groaning through the Court His dreadful Eye-balls rowl'd their horrour upwards He wav'd his Arms and shook his wondrous Head I 've heard that at the crowing of the Cock Lions will roar and Goblings steal away But this Majestick Air stalks stedfast on Spight of the Morn that calls him from the East Nor minds the op'ning of the Iv'ry Door Phil. 'T is certain there was never Day like this Cass. Late as I musing walk't behind the Palace I met a monstrous Child that with his Hands Held to his Face which seem'd all over Eyes A Silver Bowle and wept it full of Blood But having spy'd me like a Cockatrice He glar'd a while then with a shriek so shrill As all the Winds had whistled from his Mouth He dash'd me with the Gore he held and vanished Pol. That which befell me though 't was horrid yet When I consider it appears ridiculous For as I pass'd through a by vacant place I met two Women very old and ugly That wrung their Hands and howl'd and beat their Breasts And cry'd out Poyson when I askt the cause They took me by the Ears and with strange force Held me to Earth then laugh'd and disappear'd Cass. O how I love destruction with a Method Which none discern but those that weave the Plot Like Silk-worms we are hid in our own Weft But we shall burst at last through all the strings And when time calls come forth in a new Form Not Insects to be trod but Dragons wing'd Thess. The Face of all the Court is strangely alter'd There 's not a Persian I can meet but stares As if he were distracted Oxyartes Statira's Unckle openly declaim'd Against the Perjury of Alexander Phil. Others more fearful are remov'd to Susa Dreading Roxana's rage who comes i' th' Rear To Babylon Cass. It glads my rising Soul That we shall see him Rack'd before he dies I know he loves Statira more than Life And on a Crowd of Kings in Triumph born Comes big with expectation to enjoy her But when he hears the Oaths which she has ta'ne Her last adieu made publick to the World Her vow'd divorce how will remorse consume him Prey like the Bird of Hell upon his Liver Pol. To bawk his Longing and delude his Lust Is more than Death 't is Earnest for Damnation Cass. Then comes Roxana who must help our Party I know her jealous bloody and ambitious Sure 't was the likeness of her Heart to mine And Sympathy of Natures caus'd me love her 'T is fixt I must enjoy her and no way So proper as to make her guilty first Pol. To see two Rival Queens of different humours With a variety of Torments vex him Enter Lysima Hephest. Cass. Of that anon but see Lysimachus And the young Favourite sort sort your selves And like to other Mercenary Souls Adore this Mortal God that soon must bleed Lys. Here I will wait the King's approach and stand His utmost anger if he do me wrong Heph. That cannot be from Power so absolute And high as his Lys. Well you and I have done Pol. How the Court thickens Trumpets sound Cass. Nothing to what it will Does he not come To hear a thousand thousand Embassies Which from all Parts to Babylon are brought As if the Parliament of the whole World Had met and he came on a God to give The infinite Assembly glorious audience Enter Clytus Aristander in his Robes with a Wand Arist. Haste Reverend Clytus haste and stop the King Clyt. He is already entred then the Press Of Princes that attend so thick about him Keep all that wou'd approach at certain distance Arist. Though he were hem'd with Deities I 'de speak to him And turn him back from this Highway to Death Clyt. Here place your self within his Trumpets sound Lo the Caldean Priests appear behold The sacred Fire Nearchus and Eumenes With their white Wands and drest in Eastern Robes To sooth the King who loves the Persian mode But see the Master of the World appears Enter Alexander all kneel but Clytus Heph. O Son of Jupiter live for ever Alex. Rise all and thou my second self my Love O my Hephestion raise thee from the Earth Up to my Breast and hide thee in my Heart Art thou grown cold why hang thine Arms at distance Hugg me or else by Heaven thou lov'st me not Heph. Not Love my Lord break not the Heart you fram'd And moulded up to such an Excellence Then stamp'd on it your own Immortal Image Not love the King Such is not Womans love So fond a friendship such a sacred flame As I must doubt to find in Breasts above Alex. Thou dost thou lov'st me Crown of all my Wars Thou dearer to me than my Groves of Lawrel I know thou lov'st thy Alexander more Than Clytus does the King no Tears Hephestion I read thy Passion in thy Manly Eyes And glory in those Planets of my Life Above the Rival Lights that shine in Heaven Lys. I see that Death must wait me yet I 'le on Alex. I 'le tell thee Friend and mark it all ye Princes Though never mortal Man arriv'd to such A height as I yet I wou'd forfeit all Cast all my Purples and my conquer'd Crowns And dye to save this Darling of my Soul Give me thy Hand share all my Scepters while I live and when my hour of Fate is come I leave thee what thou meritest more than I the World Lys. Dread Sir I cast me at your Royal Feet Alex. What my Lysimachus whose Veins are rich With our illustrious Blood my Kinsman rise Is not that Clytus Clyt. Your old faithful Souldier Alex. Come to my hands thus double Arm the King And now methinks I stand like the dread God Who while his Priests and I quaff'd sacred Blood Acknowledg'd me his Son My Lightning thou And thou my mighty Thunder I have seen Thy glittering Sword out-fly Celestial Fire And when I cry'd Be gone and execute I 've seen him run swifter than starting Hinds Nor bent the tender Grass beneath his Feet Swifter than Shadows fleeting o're the Fields Nay even the Winds with all their stock of Wings Have puff'd behind as wanting Breath to reach him Lys. But if your Majesty Clyt. Who would not lose The last dear drop of Blood for such a King Alex. Witness my elder Brothers of the Skie How much I love a Souldier O my Clytus Was it not when we pass'd the Granicus Thou didst preserve me from unequal force It was when Spithridates and Rhesaces Fell both upon me with two dreadful stroaks And clove my temper'd Helmet quite in sunder Then I remember then thou didst me service I think my Thunder split him to the Navel Clyt. To your great self you owe that Victory And sure your Arms did never gain a nobler Alex. By Heaven they never did for well thou

she not well what none none answer me Or is it worse Keep down ye rising Sighs And murmur in the hollow of my Breast Run to my Heart and gather more sad Wind That when the voice of Fate shall call you forth Ye may at one rush from the Seat of Life Blow the Blood out and burst me like a Bladder Heph. I wou'd relate it but my courage fails me Alex. If she be dead That if's impossible And let none here affirm it for his Soul For he that dares but think so damn'd a Lye I 'le have his body straight empal'd before me And glut my Eyes upon his bleeding Entrails Cass. How will this Engine of unruly Passion Roar when we have rain'd him to the Mouth with Poyson Alex. Why stand you all as you were rooted here Like senseless Trees while to the stupid Grove I like a wounded Lion groan my griefs And none will answer what not my Hephestion If thou hast any love for Alexander If ever I oblig'd thee by my care When my quick sight has watch'd thee in the War Or if to see thee bleed I sent forth cryes And like a Mother wash'd thee with my tears If this be true if I deserve thy Love Ease me and tell the cause of my disaster Heph. Your mourning Queen which I had told before Had you been calm has no Disease but Sorrow Which was occasion'd first by jealous Pangs She heard for what can scape a watchful Lover That you at Susa breaking all your Vows Relaps'd and conquer'd by Roxana's Charms Gave up your self devoted to her Arms. Alex. I know that subtle Creature in my Riot My Reason gone seduc'd me to her Bed But when I wak'd I shook the Circe off Though that Enchantress held me by the Arm And wept and gaz'd with all the force of Love Nor griev'd I less for that which I had done Than when at Thais suit enrag'd with Wine I set the fam'd Persepolis on Fire Heph. Your Queen Statira took it so to heart That in the Agony of Love she swore Never to see your Majesty again With dreadful Imprecations she confirm'd Her Oath and I much fear that she will keep it Alex. Ha! did she swear did that sweet Creature swear I 'le not believe it no she is all softness All melting mild and calm as a rock'd Infant Nor can you wake her into cryes by Heaven She is the Child of Love and she was born in smiles Par. I and my weeping Mother heard her swear Sys And with such fierceness she did aggravate The foulness of your fault that I cou'd wish Your Majesty wou'd blot her from your breast Alex. Blot her forget her hurle her from my bosome For ever lose the Star that guilds my Life Guide of my Days and Goddess of my Nights No she shall stay with me in spight of Vows My soul and body both are twisted with her The God of Love empties his golden Quiver Shoots every Grain of her into my heart She is all mine by Heaven I feel her here Panting and warm the dearest O Statira Sys Have patience Son and trust to Heaven and me If my Authority or the remembrance Of dead Darius or her Mothers Soul Can work upon her the again is yours Alex. O Mother help me help your wounded Son And move the Soul of my offended Dear But fly haste e're the sad Procession's made Spend not a thought in a reply Be gone If you wou'd have me live and Parisatis Hang thou about her Knees wash 'em with Tears Nay haste the breath of Gods and eloquence Of Angels go along with you O my heart Exeunt Sys and Par. Lys. Now let your Majesty who feel the Torments And sharpest Pangs of Love encourage mine Alex. Ha. Clyt. Are you a Mad-man is this a time Lys. Yes for I see he cannot be unjust to me Lest something worse befall himself Alex. Why dost thou tempt me thus to thy undoing Death thou should'st have were it not courted so But know to thy confusion that my word Like destiny admits not a reverse Therefore in Chains thou shalt behold the Nuptials Of my Hephestion Guards take him Prisoner Lys. I shall not easily resign my Sword 'Till I have dy'd it in my Rivals blood Fight Alex. I charge you kill him not take him alive The dignity of Kings is now concern'd And I will find a way to tame this Beast Clyt. Kneel for I see the Lightning in his Eyes Lys. I neither hope nor ask a pard'n of him But if he shou'd restore my Sword I wou'd With a new violence run against my Rival Alex. Sure we at last shall conquer this fierce Lion Hence from my sight and bear him to a Dungeon Perdiccas give this Lion to a Lion None speak for him fly stop his Mouth away Clyt. The King 's extremely mov'd Eum. I dare not speak Clyt. This comes of Love and Women 't is all madness Yet were I heated now with Wine I shou'd Be preaching to the King for this rash Fool. Alex. Come hither Clytus and my dear Hephestion Lend me your Arms help for I 'm sick o' th' sudden I fear betwixt Statira's cruel Love And fond Roxana's Arts your King will fall Clyt. Better the Persian Race were all undone Heph. Look up my Lord and bend not thus your Head As you wou'd leave the Empire of the World Which you with toil have won Alex. Wou'd I had not There 's no true joy in such unweildy Fortune Eternal gazers lasting troubles make All find my spots but few my brightness take Stand off and give me air Why was I born a Prince proclaim'd a God Yet have no liberty to look abroad Thus Palaces in prospect barr the Eye Which pleas'd and free wou'd o're the Cottage fly O're flow'ry Lands to the gay distant Skie Farewel then Empire and the Racks of Love By all the Gods I will to wilds remove Stretch'd like a Sylvan God on Grass lye down And quite forget that e're I wore a Crown ACT III. Enter Eumenes Philip Thessalus Perdiccas Lysimachus Guards Eum. FArewell brave Spirit when you come above Commend us to Philotas and the rest Of our great Friends Thes. Perdiccas you are grown In trust be thankfull for your noble Office Perd. As noble as you sentence me I 'd give This Arm that Thessalus were so imploy'd Lys. Cease these untimely jarrs farewell to all Fight for the King as I have done and then You may be worthy of a death like mine Lead on Enter Parisatis Par. Ah my Lysimachus where are you going Whither to be devour'd O barbarous Prince Cou'd you expose your life to the King's rage And yet remember mine was ty'd to yours Lys. The Gods preserve you ever from the ills That threaten me live Madam to enjoy A nobler fortune and forget this wretch I ne're had worth nor is it possible That all the bloud which I shall lose this day Shou'd merit this rich sorrow from your eyes Par.