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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

place Therefore my Lord this Play must be yours and Alexander whom I have rais'd from the dead comes to you with an assurance answerable to his Character and your Virtue You cannot expect him in his Majesty of two thousand Years ago I have only put his illustrious Ashes in an Urne which are now offer'd with all observance to your Lordship By My Lord Your Lordships most humble obliged and devoted Servant NAT. LEE Dramatis Personae MEN. By Alexander the Great Mr. Hart. Clytus Master of his Horse Mr. Mohun Lysimachus Prince of the Blood Mr. Griffin Hephestion Alexander's Favourite Mr. Clarke Cassander Son of Antipater Mr. Kenaston Conspirators Polypercon Commander of the Phalanx Mr. Goodman Philip Brother to Cassander Mr. Powell Thessalus the Median Mr. Wiltshire Perdiccas great Commanders Mr. Lydall Eumenes Mr. Watson Meleager Mr. Perin Aristander a Southsayer Mr. Coysh WOMEN By Sysigambis Mother of the Royal Family Mrs. Corey Statira Daughter of Darius Married to Alexander Mrs. Boutell Roxana Daughter of Cohortanus first Wife of Alexander Mrs. Marshall Parisatis Sister to Statira in Love with Lysimachus Mrs. Baker Attendants Slaves Ghost Dancers Guards Scene Babylon To Mr. Lee on his Alexander THE Blast of common Censure cou'd I fear Before your Play my Name shou'd not appear For 't will be thought and with some colour too I pay the Bribe I first receiv'd from You That mutual Vouchers for our Fame we stand To play the Game into each others Hand And as cheap Pen'orths to our selves afford As Bessus and the Brothers of the Sword Such Libels private Men may well endure When States and Kings themselves are not secure For ill Men conscious of their inward guilt Think the best Actions on By-ends are built And yet my silence had not scap'd their spight Then envy had not suffer'd me to write For since I cou'd not Ignorance pretend Such worth I must or envy or commend So many Candidates there stand for Wit A place in Court is scarce so hard to get In vain they croud each other at the Door For ev'n Reversions are all beg'd before Desert how known so e're is long delay'd And then too Fools and Knaves are better pay'd Yet as some Actions bear so great a Name That Courts themselves are just for fear of shame So has the mighty Merit of your Play Extorted praise and forc'd it self a Way 'T is here as 't is at Sea who farthest goes Or dares the most makes all the rest his Foes Yet when some Virtue much out-grows the rest It shoots too fast and high to be opprest As his Heroic worth struck Envy dumb Who took the Dutchman and who cut the Boom Such praise is yours while you the Passions move That 't is no longer feign'd 't is real Love Where Nature Triumphs over wretched Art We only warm the Head but you the Heart Alwayes you warm and if the rising Year As in hot Regions bring the Sun too near T is but to make your Fragrant Spices blow Which in our colder Climates will not grow They only think you animate your Theme With too much Fire who are themselves all Phle'me Prizes wou'd be for Lags of slowest pace Were Cripples made the Judges of the Race Despise those Drones who praise while they accuse The too much vigour of your youthful Muse That humble Stile which they their Virtue make Is in your pow'r you need but stoop and take Your beauteous Images must be allow'd By all but some vile Poets of the Crowd But how shou'd any Sign-post-dawber know The worth of Titian or of Angelo Hard Features every Bungler can command To draw true Beauty shews a Masters Hand JOHN DRYDEN PROLOGUE TO ALEXANDER Written by Sir Char. Scroop Baronet HOW hard the Fate is of that Scribling Drudge Who writes to all when yet so few can judge Wit like Religion once Divine was thought And the dull Crowd believ'd as they were taught Now each Fanatick Fool presumes t' explain The Text and does the sacred Writ prophane For while you Wits each others Fall pursue The Fops usurp the Power belongs to you You think y' are challeng'd in each new Play-bill And here you come for tryal of your Skill Where Fencer-like you one another hurt While with your Wounds you make the Rabble sport Others there are that have the bruital Will To Murder a poor Play but want the Skill They love to fight but seldome have the Wit To spye the Place where they may thrust and hit And therefore like some Bully of the Town Ne're stand to draw but knock the Poet down With these like Hogs in Gardens it succeeds They root up all and know not Flowers from Weeds As for you Sparks that hither come each day To Act your own and not to mind our Play Rehearse your usual follies to the Pit And with loud Non-sense drown the Stages Wit Talk of your Cloaths your last Debauches tell And witty Bargains to each other sell Gloat on the silly She who for your sake Can Vanity and Noise for Love mistake 'Till the Cocquet sung in the next Lampoon Is by her jealous Friends sent out of Town For in this Duelling Intriguing Age The Love you make is like the War you wage Y' are still prevented e're you come t' ingage But 't is not to such trisling Foes as you The Mighty Alexander daigns to sue You Persians of the Pit he does despise But to the Men of Sence for Aid he flies On their experienc'd Arms he now depends Nor fears he odds if they but prove his Friends For as he once a little handful chose The numerous Armies of the World t' oppose So back'd by you who understand the Rules He hopes to rout the Mighty Host of Fools Some Books Printed this Year 1677. for J. Magnes and R. Bently Madam Fickle Town Fop. Abdellazar The Destruction of Jerusalem by Titus Vespasian The Fool turn'd Critick The Happy Slave First and Second Part in French and English The False Count Brion Moral Essays by the Metures of the Port-Royal Plays Written by Mr. Lee. The Tragedy of Nero. Sophonisba or Hanibal 's Overthrow Glorian or the Court of Augustus Caesar. The Rival Queens or the Death of Alexander the Great The French Novels L'Heureux Esclave Galant Escroc Princesse Momferrat Le Cercle L'Histoire des Visiers Memoires de Suede Relation D'Espagne Touchant Don John THE Rival Queens OR ALEXANDER THE GREAT ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Hephestion Lysimachús fighting Clytus parting them Cly. WHAT are you Mad-men ha Put up I say Then mischief in the bosoms of ye both Lys. I have his Sword Cly. But must not have his Life Lys. Must not Old Clytus Cly. Mad Lysimachus you must not Heph. Coward Flesh O feeble Arm He dallied with my point and when I thrust He frown'd and smil'd and foil'd me like a Fencer O Reverend Clytus Father of the War Most famous Guard of Alexander's Life Take pity on my Youth and lend a Sword Lysimachus is