SCENE XIV.
Enter Statira, Parisatis, Lysimachus, Attendants.
Sta.
Both sides the Pallace are to me alike,
And each with equal Fear my Soul does strike:
Methinks Perdiccas should be coming there,
And from this part I should Roxana hear.
Rox.
Rival, since thou so happy art become,
Look up, look up, and see Roxana's doom.
Those Charms which Oroondates now obtains,
Which I've so long oppos'd but yet in vain;
I will not envy them I shall not see,
Death from all troubles now shall set me free.
Sta.
Hold, hold, Roxana, I conjure thee stay,
By all the pow'rs you ever did obey;
By Alexander's Sacred Memory,
Your Love to th' Prince, and Cruelties to me.
Rox.
What makes my Rival thus Importunate,
To have me give my self a truce from Fate?
Sta.
As thou the Mercy of the Gods Wouldst have,
Oh! Envy not the Glory that I crave;
Live, and repay thy Cruel Wrongs to me,
I'll not pretend right to thy Liberty: