Rox. Barbarian! yes, I will for ever fhun thee. That has revenge in ftore for perjur'd love, But what are curfes? Curfes will not kill, Nor eafe the tortures, I am doom'd to feel. Alex. Oh, my fair ftar, I fhall be shortly with thee! What means this deadly dew upon my forehead? My heart too heaves Caff. The poifon works! Enter Eumenes. Eum. Pardon, dread Sir, a fatal meffenger. The royal Syfigambis is no more. Struck with the horror of Statira's fate, She foon expired, and, with her latest breath, But what I fear moft deeply will affect you, Alex. Dead then he is bleft! But here, here lies my fate. Hephestion, Clytus! My victories all for ever folded up In this dear body. Here my banner's loft, Oh, when shall I be mad! give orders to The army that they break their fhields, fwords, fpears, Pound their bright armour into dust -Away. Is there not cause to put the world in mourning? Burn all the fpires, that feem to meet the sky, But strip the pomp from gods to place it there. [Exit. Enter Theffalus. Caf. He's gone-but whither ?-follow Theffalus, Attend his steps, and let me know what paffes. [Exit Theffalus. Vengeance, lie ftill, thy cravings shall be sated. Enter Polyperchon, Theffalus, and Philip. Pol. Yes; with diforder'd wildnefs in his looks, Caff. Where is he, Theffalus? The. I left him circled by a crowd of princes. The poifon tears him with that height of horror, Ev'n I cou'd pity him-he call'd the chiefs; Embrac'd 'em round-then, starting from amidst 'em,. Cried out, I come-'twas Ammon's voice; I know itFather, I come; but, let me, ere I go, Dispatch the business of a kneeling world. * Pol. No more; I hear him-we must meet anon. Caff. In Saturn's field-there give a loose to rapture, Enjoy the tempeft we, ourselves, have rais'd, And triumph in the wreck which crowns our vengeance. [Exeunt. SCENE, the Palace. Alexander, with his hair dishevelled, Lyfimachus, Eumenes, Perdiccas and Attendants. Alexander dif covered. Alex. Search there; nay, probe me, fearch my wounded reins Pull, draw it out. Lyf. We have fearch'd, but find no hurt. Alex. Oh, I am shot, a forked burning arrow Sticks crofs my fhoulders: the fad venom flies Like light'ning thro' my flesh, iny blood, my marrow. Lyf. How fierce his fever! Alex. Ha! what a change of torments I endure ! A bolt of ice runs hiffing through my bowels; "Tis, fure, the arm of death; give me a chair; E 3 Cover Cover me, for I-freeze, and my teeth chatter, The war grows wond'rous hot; hey for the Tygris! [Jumps into the chair. Alex. Ha, ha, ha, I fhall die with laughter. Drive 'em like pikes-ha! ha! ha! Per. How wild he talks! Lyf. Yet warring in his wildnefs. Alex. Sound, found, keep your ranks close; ay, now Oh, the brave din, the noble clank of arms! I fee, I know him by the sparkling plumes, He bleeds; with that laft blow I brought him down : [Leaps into the foldier's arms. Per. Let's bear him foftly to his bed. Alex. Hold, the leaft motion gives me fudden death; My vital fpirits are quite parch'd, burnt up, And all my fmcaky entrails turn'd to afhes. Lyf. When you, the brightest star that ever shone, Shall fet, it must be night with us for ever. Alex. Let me embrace you all, before I die. [All kneel and weep. Weep Weep not, my dear companions, the good gods One that fil lead ye forth with matchless conduct. And fee me laid in the temple of Jupiter Ammon. Alex. To him that is most worthy. Per. When will you, facred Sir, that we should give To your great memory thofe divine honours Which fuch exalted virtue does deserve? Alex. When you are all most happy, and in peace. Your hands-Oh, father, if I have discharg'd The duty of a man to empire born; If by unwear'ed toil I have deferv'd The vaft renown of thy adopted fon, Accept this foul which thou did'ft first infpire, And which this figh thus gives thee back again. [Dies Ly. There fell the pride and glory of the war. If there be treafon let us find it out; Lyfimachus ftands forth to lead you on; And fwears, by these most honour'd dear remains, END of the FIFTH ACT. EPI. EPILOGUE. WHate'er they mean, yet ought they to be curft, While green For we have vow'd to find a fort of toys Perhaps they'll find our ftage, while they have rang'd` } Where |