100:00;248[U ]| 100:00;248[' ]| 100:00;248[U ]| MADAM, 100:00;248[U ]| IF \Sophonisba\ received some Applause upon the Stage, 100:00;248[U ]| I arrogate nothing from the Merit of the Poem, but, as I 100:00;248[U ]| ought, with the humblest Acknowledgments and profoundest 100:00;248[U ]| Gratitude, impute it to the favourable Aspects 100:00;248[U ]| of the Court-Stars. But above all, I must pay my 100:00;248[U ]| Adorations to Your Grace, who, as You are the most 100:00;248[U ]| beautiful, as well in the bright Appearances of Body, as 100:00;248[U ]| in the immortal Splendours of an elevated Soul, did 100:00;248[U ]| shed mightier Influence, and darted on me a Largeness of 100:00;248[U ]| Glory answerable to your Stock of Beams. \Hannibal\ 100:00;248[U ]| himself, whose hardy Spirit never bow'd but to the fair 100:00;248[U ]| imperious \Rosalinda\; nay, he who, in spight of Beauty's 100:00;248[U ]| Charms, durst gaze upon that Sun with Eagle-Eyes, and 100:00;248[U ]| tax her with a Blemish, now making his Approaches to 100:00;248[U ]| Your Grace, seems awed with the Source of so many 100:00;248[U ]| Rays, and dazzled with a Presence so illustrious. He sees, 100:00;248[U ]| with new Bleedings, Eyes more attractive than those of 100:00;248[U ]| \Rosalinda\; something more delicate in Your Shape, and 100:00;248[U ]| lofty in Your Mien, an Air so charming sweet, that 'tis 100:00;248[U ]| miraculous it shou'd be majestick too; Smiles of more 100:00;248[U ]| delightful Shine than \April\ Suns; such Softnesses 100:00;248[U ]| and Languishing as the Almighty Poet's Hand cannot 100:00;248[U ]| describe, nor Painter's Pencil ever draw. For my own 100:00;248[U ]| part, I am resolved to look up to You daily, and dedicate 100:00;248[U ]| my Life and Labours to Your Grace, to spend all the 100:00;248[U ]| Store of my yet unexhausted Fancy in Your unbounded 100:00;248[U ]| Fame: For I declare, to be wreath'd in Laurel from Head 100:00;248[U ]| to Foot, is not comparable Honour to that of being, 100:00;248[U ]| \Madam,\ 100:00;248[U ]| \Your Grace's most Humble\ 100:00;248[U ]| \and devoted Servant,\ 100:00;248[' ]| 101:00;249[' ]| 101:00;249[' ]| 101:00;249[' ]| 101:00;249[U ]| \THESPIS, the first Professor of our Art,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \At Country Wakes sung Ballads in a Cart.\ 101:00;249[U ]| \To prove this true, if\ Latin \be no Trespass,\ 101:00;249[U ]| 7Dicitur & 7Plaustris 7vexisse 7Poemata 7Thespis. 101:00;249[U ]| \But\ Aeschylus, \says\ Horace \in some Page, 101:00;249[U ]| \Was the first Mountebank e'er trod the Stage.\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Yet\ Athens \never knew your learned Sport,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Of tossing Poets in a Tennis-Court:\ 101:00;249[U ]| \But 'tis the Talent of our\ English \Nation,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Still to be plotting some new Reformation;\ 101:00;249[U ]| \And some Years hence, if Anarchy go on,\ 101:00;249[U ]| Jack*Presbyter \will here erect his Throne,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Knock out a Tub with preaching once a Day,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \And every Prayer be longer than a Play:\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Then all you Heathen Wits shall go to pot,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \For disbelieving of a Popish Plot:\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Nor shall we want the Sentence to depart,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \E'en in our first original, a Cart.\ 101:00;249[U ]| Occham, Dun*Scotus, \must tho' learn'd, go down,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \As chief Suppoorters of the Triple-Crown;\ 101:00;249[U ]| \And\ Aristotle, \for Destruction ripe,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Some say he called the Soul an Organ-Pipe;\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Which by some little Help of Derivation,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Shall thence be call's a Pipe of Inspiration.\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Your wiser Judgments further penetrate,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \Who late found out one Tare amongst the Wheat.\ 101:00;249[U ]| \This is our Comfort, none e'er cried us down,\ 101:00;249[U ]| \But who dislik'd both Bishops and a Crown.\ 102:00;250[' ]| 102:00;250[' ]| 102:00;250[' ]| 102:00;250[U ]| \TO this learn'd Audience gladly we submit\ 102:00;250[U ]| \At once our Action and our Poet's Wit.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Whose Shades, well pleas'd, to these fam'd Seats repair,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \To hear the Muses breathe their native Air:\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Free from the partial Censure of the Town,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Where senseless Faction runs the Poet down,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Where flutt'ring Hectors on the Vizard fall,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \One half o'th' Play they spend in Noise and Brawl,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Sleep out the rest, then wake and damn it all.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \To you the labour'd Scene is better known,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \In which no Poets have excell'd your own.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \When some fam'd Hero on the Stage is seen,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \You strait reflect such was his God-like Mien:\ 102:00;250[U ]| \To such-Extent did his vast Conquests swell,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \He reign'd thus glorious, thus untimely fell:\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Knowing th' Original, you the Copy praise,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \And crown the Artist with deserved Bays.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Thus to their Merits we our Poets leave,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \But for our*selves your milder Censure crave,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \That all Defects sth' Action you'd impute\ 102:00;250[U ]| \T' our straitned Stage, 'tis ours, the Womens Suit.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \The Gown to Beauty never was unkind,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \But form'd by that th' Ideas of the Mind.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \'Twas from the Schools our first Respects we gain'd,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Who of our Sex their Sciences have feign'd.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Thus were the Muses, thus the Graces drest,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \And\ Plato \thus his Virtue has exprest.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \We know what's due to\ Sophonisba's \Fame,\ 102:00;250[U ]| \And more to\ Rosalinda's \chaster Name.\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Nor can we wholly ignorant appear\ 102:00;250[U ]| \Of those learn'd Languages that flourish here.\ 102:00;251[U ]| \Be not surpriz'd if we invade your Right,\ 102:00;251[U ]| \And\ Ovid's \or \Catullus' \Loves recite,\ 102:00;251[U ]| \Or pass from\ Virgil's \Labours of\ Aeneas,\ 102:00;251[U ]| \To\ 7Menin \7aeide\ 7Thea 7Peleiadeo 7Achileos.\ 000:00;253[' ]| 000:00;253[' ]| 001:01;253[' ]| 001:01;253[' ]| <\Enter\ Hannibal, Maherbal, Bomilcar, \Guards and\> 001:01;253[' ]| <\Attendants\> 001:01;253[A ]| Conquest with Laurels has our Arms adorn'd, 001:01;253[A ]| And \Rome\ in Tears of Blood our Anger mourn'd, 001:01;253[A ]| Like Gods we pass'd the rugged \Alpine\ Hills, 001:01;253[A ]| Melted our way, and drove our hissing Wheels 001:01;253[A ]| Through cloudy Deluges, eternal Rills. 001:01;253[A ]| What after Ages shall with pain believe, 001:01;253[A ]| Through burning Quarries did our Passage cleave; 001:01;253[A ]| Hurl'd dreadful Fire, and Vinegar infus'd, 001:01;253[A ]| Whose horrid Force the Nerves of Flint unloos'd; 001:01;253[A ]| Made Nature start to see us root up Rocks, 001:01;253[A ]| And open all the Adamantine Locks; 001:01;253[A ]| Shake off her massy Bars, o'er Mountains go, 001:01;253[A ]| Through Globes of Ice, and Flakes of solid Snow. 001:01;253[A ]| On our last Elephant, while we did sleep, 001:01;253[A ]| In \Arnus'\ foggy Fens and Marshes deep, 001:01;253[A ]| One Light we lost, for \Carthage\ underwent 001:01;253[A ]| Wars tedious Toils, our Blood and Spirits spent, 001:01;253[A ]| And all the Stock of Health with bounteous Nature lent. 001:01;253[B ]| But what Return has that slow city made? 001:01;253[B ]| Admir'd by foes, you were by Friends betray'd. 001:01;253[B ]| While you abroad fam'd Battels bravely fought, 001:01;253[B ]| The Traitor \Hanno\ your Destruction sought: 001:01;253[B ]| No Succours were for your Assistance meant; 001:01;253[B ]| For still to \Rome\ Intelligence was sent: 001:01;253[B ]| That did the \Carthaginians\ Strength declare, 001:01;253[B ]| Which way they pass'd, and what their Numbers were. 001:01;254[C ]| By this Design your Brother's Death was wrought, 001:01;254[C ]| When he apart from you with \Nero\ fought. 001:01;254[C ]| Too well that the barbarous Statesman \Hanno\ knew, 001:01;254[C ]| If Gallant \Asdrubal\ should join with you, 001:01;254[C ]| The \Romans\ could no hope of Safety have, 001:01;254[C ]| No Power on Earth could their lost Empire save: 001:01;254[C ]| With wicked Policy he therefore try'd 001:01;254[C ]| Your two all conquering Armies to divide. 001:01;254[C ]| How fatally did his curs'd Plots succeed, 001:01;254[C ]| When with your Brother all his Troops did bleed? 001:01;254[A ]| Great Statesmen Kings should watch while they employ, 001:01;254[A ]| Lest, what they build, those underhand destroy. 001:01;254[A ]| Nor has his separating Chiefs been known 001:01;254[A ]| Only on Land, but on the Ocean shown: 001:01;254[A ]| Where Fleets divided, by close practis'd Arts, 001:01;254[A ]| Have melted Womens Eyes, and Soldiers Hearts. 001:01;254[C ]| Now all the Fiends those Traitors drag to Hell, 001:01;254[C ]| Who for Revenge, or Gold, their Country sell. 001:01;254[A ]| How wou'd the Slave have quak'd, had they but seen 001:01;254[A ]| The Flights of \Trebid\, or of \Thrasimene\, 001:01;254[A ]| Or dreadful \Cannae\? 001:01;254[A ]| Where the dire Sisters bit the \Roman\ Looms, 001:01;254[A ]| As if their Hands were tir'd with cutting Dooms. 001:01;254[C ]| Where fourscore valiant Senators were kill'd, 001:01;254[C ]| The Blood of seventy Thousand Soldiers spill'd, 001:01;254[C ]| And great \Aemilus'\ Death our Conquest swell'd. 001:01;254[A ]| When, all with crimson Slaughter cover'd o'er, 001:01;254[A ]| We urg'd our Horses through a Flood of Gore; 001:01;254[A ]| Whilst from the Battlements of Heaven's high Wall 001:01;254[A ]| Each God look'd down, and shook his awful Head, 001:01;254[A ]| Mourning to see so many thousands fall, 001:01;254[A ]| And then look'd pale, to see us look so red. 001:01;254[B ]| That was a Time worthy severest Fate, 001:01;254[B ]| When Victory on Hills of Heroes sat, 001:01;254[B ]| And turn'd her Eyes, all blood-shot, on the Fray, 001:01;254[B ]| And laugh'd, and clap'd her Wings, and bless'd the Day. 001:01;255[A ]| And are we thus at last rewarded then? 001:01;255[A ]| Dare they review our Dangers with Disdain? 001:01;255[A ]| Dull Counsellors, who only talk of Harm, 001:01;255[A ]| Sleep till high Noon, to costly Banquets swarm, 001:01;255[A ]| And with rich Wines drink their cold Spirits warm. 001:01;255[A ]| Instead of fighting \Scipio\, let us haste, 001:01;255[A ]| Set fire to \Carthage\, lay her Glories waste; 001:01;255[A ]| Melt all their hoarded Treasures down, and pour 001:01;255[A ]| Into their thirsty Throats the scalding Ore. 001:01;255[C ]| Go on, Great Sir; their rusty Coffers burn, 001:01;255[C ]| Their towring pride to desolation turn. 001:01;255[B ]| How I should laugh to see their Ermines smoak! 001:01;255[B ]| May sulph'rous Flames their gorged Vitals choak. 001:01;255[A ]| \Maherbal\, stay; tho' \Carthage\ us'd me ill, 001:01;255[A ]| Spite of my Wrongs, she is my Country still: 001:01;255[A ]| My Father, the great Master of our Arms, 001:01;255[A ]| (Who while he gave me Life, heard loud Alarms) 001:01;255[A ]| Swore me \Rome's\ Foe, when in my \Age's\ Bud, 001:01;255[A ]| Wean'd me from Milk, and nurs'd me up in Blood, 001:01;255[A ]| And taught me to be obstinately good; 001:01;255[A ]| \Rome\, the World's Giant Empress to invade, 001:01;255[A ]| Till her bright Fame should shrink into a Shade 001:01;255[A ]| And all her golden Spires in Dust were laid. 001:01;255[C ]| \Carthage\, and \Rome\, which did so long divide 001:01;255[C ]| The troubled World, to prop their weighty Pride, 001:01;255[C ]| Will brook no more each other's mighty Sway, 001:01;255[C ]| The Gods to this or that must give the Day: 001:01;255[C ]| Since such Majestick Pow'r to both is giv'n, 001:01;255[C ]| As each might take up all the Care of Heav'n. 001:01;255[B ]| Besides the nat'ral Hate to \Rome\ you bear 001:01;255[B ]| With \Scipio\, Love obliges you to War, 001:01;255[B ]| Since \Rosalinda\ is a Pris'ner there. 001:01;255[B ]| Heavens! shall he dare to keep your Love in Bands? 001:01;255[B ]| Beauty, like hers, Swords, Hands, and Hearts commands. 001:01;255[A ]| O, my \Maherbal\! thou wert always kind, 001:01;255[A ]| See'st all my Good, but to my Ills art blind. 001:01;255[A ]| Had I by thy Advice my Soldiers led, 001:01;255[A ]| Hot with their Joys, and striding o'er the dead, 001:01;256[A ]| To \Rome\, to \Rome\, my Warrior ~~ But, 'tis lost, 001:01;256[A ]| That Hour, that did so many last Hours cost! 001:01;256[A ]| The Gods and Opportunity ride Post. 001:01;256[A ]| Melting at \Capua\ I in Pleasures lay; 001:01;256[A ]| And for a Mistress gave the World away. 001:01;256[B ]| Grudge you the World? Cou'd I such Hearts subdue, 001:01;256[B ]| Were I great \Jove\ himself, I'd give Heav'n too. 001:01;256[B ]| But I am rough, and not for Woman made, 001:01;256[B ]| In Nature's coarsest Mould my Fortune laid. 001:01;256[A ]| Haste to the \Roman\ Camp, \Bomilcar\ fly, 001:01;256[A ]| Take Scouts along, unseen as Spirits pry, 001:01;256[A ]| And learn the Posture of the Enemy. 001:01;256[A ]| Learn, if thy Knowledge may so happy be, 001:01;256[A ]| Where \Rosalinda\ mourns for Liberty: 001:01;256[A ]| Seek her as thou woud'st Wreaths for Glories Toil, 001:01;256[A ]| As after Conquest thou woud'st seek for Spoil. 001:01;256[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 001:02;256[' ]| <\The Scene drawn, discovers a pleasant Grotto.\ King*Massinissa,> 001:02;256[' ]| 001:02;256[' ]| <\Bank. Soft Musick is heard\> 001:02;256[G ]| Since Love, the brightest Jewel of a Crown, 001:02;256[G ]| That fires Ambiton, and adorns Renown: 001:02;256[G ]| That with sweet Hopes does our harsh Pains beguile, 001:02;256[G ]| And midst the Javelins makes the Soldier smile; 001:02;256[G ]| Since this great Trophy's lost, quite lost to me, 001:02;256[G ]| What wretched things must Fame and Empire be! 001:02;256[J ]| Yet once your Soul was of another strain, 001:02;256[J ]| And still you talk'd how God-like 'twas to reign, 001:02;256[J ]| In mystick Empire to be plac'd alone, 001:02;256[J ]| And your Cheeks burn'd when you beheld a Throne; 001:02;256[J ]| Ev'n in your Nonage haughty were and bold, 001:02;256[J ]| And smiling would your Father's Sceptre hold; 001:02;256[J ]| And talk'd, when young, how you would rule when old. 001:02;256[G ]| Ambition then I lov'd; but now abhor. 001:02;256[I ]| What is Ambition, Sir? 001:02;257[G ]| The Lust of Power. 001:02;257[G ]| Like Glory, Boy, it licenses to kill; 001:02;257[G ]| A strong Temptation to do bravely ill; 001:02;257[G ]| A Bait to draw the Bold and Backward in, 001:02;257[G ]| The dear-bought Recompence of highest Sin: 001:02;257[G ]| For when to Death we make the conquer'd yield, 001:02;257[G ]| What are we but the Murd'rers of the Field? 001:02;257[J ]| In gallant Souls, Ambition is no more 001:02;257[J ]| The Bawd of Empire or the Lust of Pow'r, 001:02;257[J ]| Than lawful Mirth is Leudness in a Bride, 001:02;257[J ]| Or Neatness in a Vestal Virgin, Pride. 001:02;257[G ]| Then be it so; yet I will out no more, 001:02;257[G ]| Since Love has wrack'd me on the lon'g-for Shore, 001:02;257[G ]| No, but had I a Soul cou'd Storms outwear, 001:02;257[G ]| Durst against Rocks, or over Quick-sands steer, 001:02;257[G ]| For Love, if \Venus\ had like \Juno\ bid, 001:02;257[G ]| I durst as much as e'er \Alcides\ did: 001:02;257[G ]| But I am lost; nothing, \Massina\ now; 001:02;257[G ]| With Love's each Blast, I like a Bulrush bow. 001:02;257[G ]| Am I not alter'd much of late? 001:02;257[I ]| Alas! 001:02;257[I ]| You look like wither'd Flowers, or Mountain Grass. 001:02;257[G ]| O \Sophonisba\, Oh! 001:02;257[I ]| Why sighs my Lord? 001:02;257[I ]| Speak; for I will revenge you with my Sword. 001:02;257[I ]| What cruel Vulture's this that tears your Breast? 001:02;257[I ]| Like fester'd Wounds, it takes away your Rest. 001:02;257[I ]| You will grow mad, I think, you watch all Night, 001:02;257[I ]| And with your Groans the croaking Ravens fright. 001:02;257[I ]| Who is it that these killing Griefs has wrought, 001:02;257[I ]| That bends your Brow, and turns you into Thought? 001:02;257[G ]| My Sorrows Load, alas! thou canst not bear. 001:02;257[I ]| Think you my Soul is capable of Fear? 001:02;257[I ]| What is it for your sake I cou'd not bear? 001:02;257[G ]| \Massina\, thou art all that I wou'd have; 001:02;257[G ]| There's nothing after thee, but a low Grave: 001:02;257[G ]| Obdurate stubborn Heart, still wilt thou hold? 001:02;257[G ]| Observe me, Boy, when thou shalt see me cold, 001:02;258[G ]| Grown by my Death a longer Line of Woe, 001:02;258[G ]| Pale as wrong'd Lover's Ghosts, that sigh below; 001:02;258[G ]| Then learn to curse the Author of my Fate. 001:02;258[I ]| What horrid things are these, which you relate? 001:02;258[G ]| Thee from thy Childhood I have train'd with Care, 001:02;258[G ]| I'th' painful Discipline of tedious War: 001:02;258[G ]| In Mountains bred thee, and on barren Sands, 001:02;258[G ]| And led thee near the Sun, through high parch'd Lands: 001:02;258[G ]| Show'd thee to chase wild Boars upon the Heath, 001:02;258[G ]| And taught thy Infant Hands the Trade of Death. 001:02;258[G ]| When I by \Boccar\ hotly was pursu'd, 001:02;258[G ]| And forc'd to plunge into the rapid Flood, 001:02;258[G ]| Thou leap'dst in after me. 001:02;258[I ]| I did, my Lord. 001:02;258[I ]| But you forgot the Whirl-pool in the Ford; 001:02;258[I ]| Where when I struggl'd, and my Strength grew slack, 001:02;258[I ]| You dash'd my Fate, and bore me on our Back: 001:02;258[I ]| So through the \Hellespont Europa\ rode, 001:02;258[I ]| Half dead with Fear, tho' mounted on a God. 001:02;258[G ]| But, my \Massina\, there's one Danger more, 001:02;258[G ]| More dreadful than all those we pass'd before: 001:02;258[G ]| Vile Woman! 001:02;258[I ]| Women, Sir, I oft have seen 001:02;258[I ]| Dancing with Timbrels on the Flowry Green, 001:02;258[I ]| Or like small Clouds upon the Mountain's Brow; 001:02;258[I ]| But never thought they Thunder bore till now. 001:02;258[I ]| I know they are all black, have rolling Eyes, 001:02;258[I ]| Thick Lips, flat Noses, Breasts of mighty size. 001:02;258[G ]| Thou never yet in shining Courts hast been; 001:02;258[G ]| Nor the fair part of Woman-kind hast seen, 001:02;258[G ]| Who close in \Africk\ Palaces reside, 001:02;258[G ]| And from th' injurious Sun their Faces hide: 001:02;258[G ]| To whom compar'd, these seem all hideous Night; 001:02;258[G ]| But those, like \Cynthia's\ Silver Crescent, bright. 001:02;258[I ]| Is it a Sin to be acquainted, Sir, 001:02;258[I ]| With those white Maids, that are so fine and fair? 001:02;259[G ]| Shun 'em, \Massina\, as thou would'st thy Fate; 001:02;259[G ]| As things which by Antipathy we hate. 001:02;259[G ]| Not all the Horrors of a bloody War, 001:02;259[G ]| Nor Lions, Tygers, such hid Fury bear: 001:02;259[G ]| Those appear Monsters, but these seem all mild: 001:02;259[G ]| None ever yet destroy'd, but still she smil'd. 001:02;259[G ]| They are all Grief, when they appear all Joy; 001:02;259[G ]| Like Lightning, while they glitter, they destroy. 001:02;259[G ]| Lie down, sweet Youth. A fair white Woman was, 001:02;259[G ]| Of what thou seest me now the cruel Cause; 001:02;259[G ]| Tho' clear her Form appear'd, without one Stain, 001:02;259[G ]| Bright as those Bodies which o'er Darkness reign, 001:02;259[G ]| Her Soul is blacker than the Skin of \Moors\; 001:02;259[G ]| For Fraud with Beauty does his Lodging take. 001:02;259[I ]| Then Beauty's Breast is like a Bank of Flowers, 001:02;259[I ]| That fairly hides a foul and ugly Snake. 001:02;259[G ]| There's not one safe, and fair; all Seas of Sin; 001:02;259[G ]| Shou'dst thou be us'd, alas! as I have been, 001:02;259[G ]| 'Twou'd make thee grey; hear not my Story told. 001:02;259[I ]| Will Women, if they use me, make me Old? 001:02;259[G ]| I had a Mistress once, 001:02;259[G ]| For her I fought, and did her Cause maintain 001:02;259[G ]| Against the World, upon the lifted Plain: 001:02;259[G ]| The Gods too know with what obliging Smiles, 001:02;259[G ]| And blushing Joy she prais'd my mighty Toils: 001:02;259[G ]| And when to kiss her Hand I bended low, 001:02;259[G ]| She made it meet my Lips, and prest 'em too. 001:02;259[G ]| All this in Publick; but from Sight remov'd, 001:02;259[G ]| Fierce were our Joys, and with a loose we lov'd. 001:02;259[J ]| You may remember, Sir, that I was by, 001:02;259[J ]| Call'd as a Witness to the sacred Tye, 001:02;259[J ]| Thrice we invok'd the God of Marriage there, 001:02;259[J ]| With rich \Sabean\ Scents perfum'd the Air, 001:02;259[J ]| And utter'd sacred Vows, and binding Prayer. 001:02;259[G ]| When you were gone, 001:02;259[G ]| And none but I left with a charming Maid, 001:02;259[G ]| What furious Fires did my hot Nerves invade? 001:02;260[G ]| With open Arms upon my Bliss I ran, 001:02;260[G ]| With pangs I grasp'd her, like a dying Man: 001:02;260[G ]| Like Light and Heat, incorporate we lay; 001:02;260[G ]| We blest the Night, and curst the coming Day. 001:02;260[I ]| Now as I love bright Arms, the Story's fine! 001:02;260[I ]| Tell it all Night, my Lord, the Stars will shine. 001:02;260[G ]| Soon as the Birds did on the Morning call, 001:02;260[G ]| Her brighter Eyes a show'r of Tears let fall: 001:02;260[G ]| Which in my panting Bosom trickl'd down, 001:02;260[G ]| She prest me close, and cry'd, must you be gone? 001:02;260[G ]| Then round my Neck her snowy Arms did twine: 001:02;260[G ]| She sigh'd; but will you be for*ever mine? 001:02;260[G ]| Will you be true? ~~ and then our Lips did join. 001:02;260[I ]| Kind, pretty Heart. 001:02;260[G ]| Her last Words were, 001:02;260[G ]| Hear me, ye Gods, may I be never blest, 001:02;260[G ]| If \Massinissa\ be not to this Breast 001:02;260[G ]| The sweetest, dearest, everlasting Guest. 001:02;260[G ]| Yet she, this fair, this soft deluding she, 001:02;260[G ]| Forgetting all her Vows, forgetting me, 001:02;260[G ]| While I for \Carthage\ follow'd Wars Alarms, 001:02;260[G ]| Resign'd her*self up to another's Arms. 001:02;260[' ]| <\Enter\ Laelius, \and\ Varro> 001:02;260[E ]| At length he's found: Rise, \Massinissa\, rise; 001:02;260[E ]| Shake off these Clouds that hang about your Eyes; 001:02;260[E ]| Glory's in view, and courts us with her call, 001:02;260[E ]| New Storms of War like Hail around us fall. 001:02;260[F ]| Fury, that sat at home on massy Shields, 001:02;260[F ]| Now heaves 'em up, and ranges through the Fields; 001:02;260[F ]| With all her hundred Whips of Wire she comes, 001:02;260[F ]| And drives despairing Monarchs to their Tombs. 001:02;260[E ]| \Syphax\ and \Asdruba\ their Forces join, 001:02;260[E ]| With Arms the Mountains and the Vallies shine: 001:02;260[E ]| Ha! what unwonted Charm your soul enchains? 001:02;260[E ]| Is your high Blood congeal'd within your Veins, 001:02;260[E ]| That from the dusty Field you thus retire, 001:02;260[E ]| And seek cool Shades, when all the World's on Fire? 001:02;261[F ]| Kings cast their Silks, and Armour make their Robe; 001:02;261[F ]| Instead of Lutes, shrill Trumpets charm the Globe; 001:02;261[F ]| Yet you from this great Race of Honour run, 001:02;261[F ]| Wave falling Palms, and courting Laurels shun: 001:02;261[F ]| Why shou'd you \Sophonisba's\ Loss bemoan, 001:02;261[F ]| When \Syphax\, who enjoys her, cries come on. 001:02;261[G ]| Ha! That the base Usurper did but dare 001:02;261[G ]| Meet me alone without his Crowds of War! 001:02;261[E ]| If you die here so silently, you'll fall 001:02;261[E ]| As if Fate knew not of your Funeral: 001:02;261[E ]| And cens'ring Fame will say, when you are gone, 001:02;261[E ]| His Thread of life was by a Woman spun. 001:02;261[E ]| But, \Varro\, we mistake; this is not he, 001:02;261[E ]| This is some Porer on Morality; 001:02;261[E ]| Some studious Youth, who does the Heav'ns survey, 001:02;261[E ]| And in dull Science fools his Life away. 001:02;261[G ]| Awake! Where hast thou been, my drowsy Soul 001:02;261[G ]| In \Lethe\ steep'd, or freezing near the Pole? 001:02;261[G ]| I feel her now my benumb'd limbs inspire, 001:02;261[G ]| My Spirits shoot, and dart, and mount up higher, 001:02;261[G ]| Like Sparks that scatter from a kindling Fire: 001:02;261[G ]| The Plots of Love inglorious are and dark, 001:02;261[G ]| Blindly he aims, and Night is all his Mark; 001:02;261[G ]| Like Day I'll dart him through and through; I will; 001:02;261[G ]| To cure my Honour, I my Love will kill; 001:02;261[G ]| Kill her my*self, cut piece-meal all her Charms. 001:02;261[G ]| War; how it sounds! away, to Arms, to Arms! 001:02;261[G ]| Let's go where the Illustrious \Scipio\ calls; 001:02;261[G ]| I'll be the first shall scale proud \Carthage'\ Walls: 001:02;261[G ]| Wing'd with our Glory, come, my Friends, let's fly, 001:02;261[G ]| To conquer bravely, or as bravely die. 001:02;261[E ]| Spoke like your*self, thus we our Homage pay; 001:02;261[E ]| So look'd \Achilles\ when \Troy\ lost the Day. 001:02;261[F ]| Fierce and Majestick as young \Mars\ you stand: 001:02;261[F ]| 'Tis fit that Look this \Africk\ should command. 001:02;261[G ]| As Lovers, big with Expectation, burn; 001:02;261[G ]| My Soul to Battel does all fiery turn: 001:02;262[G ]| Swift as the Gods, in haste out-strips the Wind, 001:02;262[G ]| And leaves the Coursers of the Day behind. 001:02;262[G ]| Yet stay; methinks I am uneasy still: 001:02;262[G ]| What real Pleasure can it be to kill? 001:02;262[E ]| Frail Prince! how wavering all his Actions be, 001:02;262[E ]| By Passions toss'd in Love's tempestuous Sea? 001:02;262[E ]| War fires the Brave. 001:02;262[G ]| Yet War contracts a Guilt, 001:02;262[G ]| And the Brave grieve when many Lives are spilt: 001:02;262[G ]| Love like a Monarch merciful and young, 001:02;262[G ]| Shedding no Blood effeminates the Strong; 001:02;262[G ]| But War does like a Tyrant vex us more, 001:02;262[G ]| And breaks those Hearts, which Love did melt before. 001:02;262[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 002:01;262[' ]| 002;01;262[' ]| <\Enter\ Scipio, K%*Mass%, Menander, Laelius, \and\ Varro> 002:01;262[D ]| The Scouts of \Hannibal\, have they survey'd The Camp. 002:01;262[E ]| Your Will exactly was obey'd. 002:01;262[D ]| I hear, my gallant Friend, and grieve to hear, 002:01;262[D ]| That you the Chains of \Sophonisba\ wear; 002:01;262[D ]| In Glory's School you had the foremost Name, 002:01;262[D ]| Skill'd in the dark mysterious Book of Fame; 002:01;262[D ]| Did those worn Characters with Pleasure read, 002:01;262[D ]| Which told the Stories of the mighty Dead: 002:01;262[D ]| But by this Act of Softness you will drown 002:01;262[D ]| Those noble Parts, and forfeit your Renown: 002:01;262[D ]| Truant to all the Honour that you had, 002:01;262[D ]| Drunk with Love's Tears, with Smiles of Beauty mad. 002:01;262[G ]| I strove, Sir, by your great Achievements taught, 002:01;262[G ]| To drive this Beauty from my lab'ring Thought; 002:01;262[G ]| But I as well to Heaven might carry Wars, 002:01;262[G ]| And quench the Influence of our crosser Stars: 002:01;262[G ]| Like those with fatal Fires she gilds my way, 002:01;262[G ]| And leads me on that I may further stray. 002:01;263[D ]| Then I must angry grow, since you are frail, 002:01;263[D ]| And Corrosives apply, where Cordials fail; 002:01;263[D ]| To me prove civil; for your*self be wise; 002:01;263[D ]| You have my Friendship, therefore I advise. 002:01;263[G ]| Mean you, my Lord, not \Sophonisba\ love? 002:01;263[D ]| As she's the Foe of \Rome\, I disapprove 002:01;263[D ]| All Treaties with her: shake her off in time, 002:01;263[D ]| Or against Honour you commit a Crime. 002:01;263[G ]| And wou'd you have me live? 002:01;263[D ]| When she is dead: 002:01;263[D ]| Why shou'd you wish her Life, that has betray'd 002:01;263[D ]| Both you and \Rome\? \Syphax\, whom I had wrought, 002:01;263[D ]| Her cunning Tongue to side with \Carthage\ brought; 002:01;263[D ]| By heaven I swear, if she my Captive be, 002:01;263[D ]| I'll use her as the \Romans\ Enemy. 002:01;263[G ]| You'd have me shake her off and live; I'd know 002:01;263[G ]| Whether this Flesh you wear you can forego, 002:01;263[G ]| And be the same. Here through my Bosom run 002:01;263[G ]| Your Sword; and when the bloody Deed is done, 002:01;263[G ]| When your Steel smoaks with my Heart's reeking Gore, 002:01;263[G ]| Bid me be well as e'er I was before. 002:01;263[D ]| You are resolv'd, it seems, to cross my Will: 002:01;263[D ]| But from a Friend I'll construe nothing ill. 002:01;263[G ]| O then endure yet more, and let me speak, 002:01;263[G ]| Without some vent my lab'ring Heart will break: 002:01;263[G ]| 'Tis as a Friend your Life, your Life I spare, 002:01;263[G ]| Not as you, more than King, \Rome's\ Consul are, 002:01;263[G ]| The far-fam'd \Scipio\, and the God of War. 002:01;263[G ]| Can any Man that's brave, 002:01;263[G ]| His Mistress Injuries with Patience hear? 002:01;263[G ]| Let any other in your Case appear, 002:01;263[G ]| And justify the words that you have said; 002:01;263[G ]| By the immortal Powers, I'll strike him dead. 002:01;263[E ]| My Lord. 002:01;263[' ]| <\As the King moves forward,\ Laelius \lays his\> 002:01;263[' ]| <\Hand on his Sword\> 002:01;264[D ]| Your gen'rous Temper, \Laelius\, hold; 002:01;264[D ]| He shall be hotter yet, to be more cold: 002:01;264[D ]| My Virtue all the Storms of Passion knows, 002:01;264[D ]| Has tried its Calms, its wondrous Ebbs and Flows. 002:01;264[D ]| Since a Request so small you can deny, 002:01;264[D ]| From greater Proofs how wou'd your Friendship fly? 002:01;264[G ]| Try me, my Lord, but any other way, 002:01;264[G ]| Heavens! with what Readiness would I obey? 002:01;264[G ]| While Blood kind Warmth does to these Limbs afford, 002:01;264[G ]| While I can shake a Spear, or wield a Sword, 002:01;264[G ]| You shall be ever \Massinissa's\ Lord. 002:01;264[G ]| Go on and wander the wide Ocean o'er, 002:01;264[G ]| Go sail to some inhospitable Shore, 002:01;264[G ]| Where dreadful Monsters guard the horrid Land, 002:01;264[G ]| Tho' down to Hell I sink, at your Command 002:01;264[G ]| I'll throw my Body on the untried Sand. 002:01;264[G ]| Wou'd you have all the \Carthaginians\ slain, 002:01;264[G ]| Or see their Cities level'd with the Plain? 002:01;264[G ]| With chearful Toil the business shall be done, 002:01;264[G ]| Give me but \Sophonisba\ for my Crown. 002:01;264[D ]| To conquer Enemies abroad's no more 002:01;264[D ]| Than every Tribune here has done before: 002:01;264[D ]| Search all the Army thro, and find that one, 002:01;264[D ]| Who, if I bid, the Force of Fire dares shun, 002:01;264[D ]| Or will not from a precipice leap down. 002:01;264[D ]| At my Command, \Laelius\, would you refuse 002:01;264[D ]| To die? 002:01;264[E ]| My Fate for Empire I'd not lose: 002:01;264[E ]| At thy Command, Temples and Shrines should blaze, 002:01;264[E ]| I'd spoil their Gods, their Statues, Altars raze, 002:01;264[E ]| And with my Fury make them dread thee more, 002:01;264[E ]| Than I fear them when all their Thunders roar. 002:01;264[D ]| To conquer Kingdoms, and on Sceptres tread, 002:01;264[D ]| Is but to imitate great Heroes dead. 002:01;264[D ]| Shou'd you your Arms to the World's Limits bear, 002:01;264[D ]| The mighty \Alexander\ pierc'd as far: 002:01;264[D ]| But if ungovern'd Passion you can bind, 002:01;264[D ]| And quench th' inglorious Ardour of your Mind, 002:01;265[D ]| Your Fame shall with that haughty Victor's vie, 002:01;265[D ]| Which all the Eastern Beauties cou'd defy. 002:01;265[D ]| If still you are resolv'd her Charms to trust, 002:01;265[D ]| The World may truly term you rash, unjust, 002:01;265[D ]| And when you perish, say he died for Lust. 002:01;265[G ]| You tax me, Sir, with Crimes I do not know: 002:01;265[G ]| But urge me not too far; for I may grow 002:01;265[G ]| Beyond all Limits, just Revenge pursue, 002:01;265[G ]| And, blinded by my Rage, let fly at you. 002:01;265[D ]| Unhand him ~~ by the Gods, your worst I dare; 002:01;265[D ]| A single Arm \Rome's\ Consul cannot fear: 002:01;265[D ]| I shine above thee, like a Star fix'd higher, 002:01;265[D ]| Whom tho' you cannot reach, you may admire. 002:01;265[G ]| Like Meteors rather you false Glory take, 002:01;265[G ]| Whose short liv'd Blaze low earthy Vapours make; 002:01;265[G ]| Yet, since with fancy'd Fires you fill the sky, 002:01;265[G ]| Shall not one Prince at your dread Aspect die. 002:01;265[D ]| How have I err'd? Your Trial's at an End: 002:01;265[D ]| Heav'n! That I e'er should call this man my Friend. 002:01;265[D ]| How could my soul so grosly be o'reseen? 002:01;265[D ]| From all Mankind wert thou selected then, 002:01;265[D ]| O most ungrate, ill-temper'd, barb'rous King? 002:01;265[D ]| No good did ever from this \Africk\ spring. 002:01;265[D ]| Did I for this each \Roman\ Friendship shun, 002:01;265[D ]| And to those savage Arms for Refuge run? 002:01;265[D ]| When with the weighty Cares of War opprest, 002:01;265[D ]| Lean'd all my Troubles on that sullen Breast; 002:01;265[D ]| Took no Petition, granted no Command, 002:01;265[D ]| But what was giv'n by \Massinissa's\ Hand. 002:01;265[D ]| What Triumphs did I ever yet design, 002:01;265[D ]| Wherein your Glory might not equal shine? 002:01;265[D ]| Yet for a Woman, and a false one too, 002:01;265[D ]| Your Fame, your Faith, and Friendship you forego. 002:01;265[D ]| Still let the Great of Favourites beware; 002:01;265[D ]| They most deceive us, who most trusted are. 002:01;265[' ]| <\The Consul turns away\> 002:01;266[G ]| Stay, Consul, stay, my Friend, my noble Lord; 002:01;266[G ]| Cou'd you then cast me off for one rash Word? 002:01;266[G ]| Forsake me ever? O you never lov'd 002:01;266[G ]| Your \Massinissa\, who cou'd thus be mov'd. 002:01;266[G ]| Go if you please, leave this ungrateful King, 002:01;266[G ]| This savage, barb'rous, indigested thing. 002:01;266[G ]| Whate'er my Passion did, should pardon'd be; 002:01;266[G ]| For, I confess, you are a God to me: 002:01;266[G ]| Yet it had been more friendly and more kind, 002:01;266[G ]| Not to have met the Tempest of my Mind. 002:01;266[D ]| But was it possible in this our Strife, 002:01;266[D ]| That \Massinissa\ should attempt my Life? 002:01;266[G ]| Pronounce my Death, cut off these cursed Hands, 002:01;266[G ]| Send me to \Syphax\, bound with shameful Bands, 002:01;266[G ]| That I may all the subtlest Torments bear, 002:01;266[G ]| And after Death no more Reproaches hear. 002:01;266[D ]| By this return of Virtue I am made 002:01;266[D ]| For*ever yours ~~ Say, do I now upbraid? 002:01;266[D ]| Are these Reproaches? 002:01;266[G ]| O ye Powers, look down, 002:01;266[G ]| And hear me swear by your eternal Throwne; 002:01;266[G ]| Whatever this your Likeness shall command, 002:01;266[G ]| Tho' \Sophonisba\ from my trembling hand, 002:01;266[G ]| I will obey ~~ or curse me where I stand. 002:01;266[D ]| As your first Trial, strait to \Cirta\ fly, 002:01;266[D ]| And perjur'd \Syphax\ at his Gates defy. 002:01;266[D ]| Our Troops must conquer when led on by you: 002:01;266[D ]| Chiefly his Wife endeavour to subdue, 002:01;266[D ]| Whose subtile working Wit wrought all his Care, 002:01;266[D ]| And with her beauteous Griefs renew'd the War. 002:01;266[G ]| This Youth, my Kinsman, as a Pledge I leave; 002:01;266[G ]| My All, the Darling of my Soul receive, 002:01;266[G ]| As I in War shall false or faithful be, 002:01;266[G ]| So may just Heaven do both to him and me. 002:01;266[I ]| Ah! if I am that Darling of your Heart, 002:01;266[I ]| How can you leave me thus forlorn behind? 002:01;267[I ]| Take me along, or I shall think 'twas Art 002:01;267[I ]| That made you seem so pitiful and kind. 002:01;267[G ]| Now all the Gods thy precious life defend; 002:01;267[G ]| Something that's fatal sure these Tears portend; 002:01;267[G ]| I was not us'd to weep. 002:01;267[D ]| Nor must not now. 002:01;267[D ]| At your request we will to \Zama\ go; 002:01;267[D ]| From hence to \Bagrada\ our Forces draw, 002:01;267[D ]| To try our Strength with desp'rate \Hannibal\, 002:01;267[D ]| And keep that famous Conqueror in awe, 002:01;267[D ]| They talk'd of giving Laws i'th' Capitol. 002:01;267[G ]| My Blood boils in my Veins and catches Fire; 002:01;267[G ]| Such Words, such Courage would the Dead inspire: 002:01;267[G ]| Yes, we will fight, my Lord, with \Hannibal\, 002:01;267[G ]| To bloody 'ccount his boasted Valour call. 002:01;267[D ]| Like some vast ill-built Tow'r so high he grows, 002:01;267[D ]| His Marble Front nods with each Blast that blows. 002:01;267[G ]| Our Arms, like Thunder, levell'd at his Crown, 002:01;267[G ]| Shall all at once, hurl'd by our Rage, rush on, 002:01;267[G ]| And in a Moment roll his Glory down. 002:01;267[' ]| <\7Manet\ Massina \7solus\.> 002:01;267[I ]| Was ever Youth unfortunate as I? 002:01;267[I ]| But I will be revenged on him and die. 002:01;267[I ]| Perhaps to lose me in his Wars he fears, 002:01;267[I ]| As if my Soul did not outgo my Years. 002:01;267[' ]| <\Enter\ Rosalinda> 002:01;267[L ]| I've scap'd with much ado the Tribune's Hands, 002:01;267[L ]| But 'tis the Consul who must break my Bands, 002:01;267[L ]| And send me with a pass-port back ~~ Who's there? 002:01;267[L ]| What are you? 002:01;267[I ]| First instruct what you are, 002:01;267[I ]| And how you came to be thus heav'nly fair; 002:01;267[I ]| What is it makes your Cheeks so fresh and bright, 002:01;267[I ]| The Red of Roses, or the Lillies White? 002:01;268[L ]| Were you ne'er thus before? 002:01;268[I ]| I never knew 002:01;268[I ]| Such Agues in my Blood, and Fevers too. 002:01;268[L ]| I'll leave you, Sir. 002:01;268[I ]| You cannot if you wou'd, 002:01;268[I ]| You may as easily forego your Blood: 002:01;268[I ]| Like that, I'll blushing creep about you still, 002:01;268[I ]| And my sick Thoughts with silent Pleasures fill. 002:01;268[L ]| What is't you'd have? 002:01;268[I ]| Alas! I do not know; 002:01;268[I ]| Something there is which Nature will not show: 002:01;268[I ]| Whene'er you speak, as at melodious Strains, 002:01;268[I ]| There's something purls and trickles thro' my Veins: 002:01;268[I ]| Like Quicksilver it moves so cold and fast, 002:01;268[I ]| Then my Eyes twinkle as they'd look their last. 002:01;268[L ]| It shews like Love: but in its Birth destroy 002:01;268[L ]| A Passion which scarce Pity can enjoy. 002:01;268[I ]| Perhaps you think me born of common Race; 002:01;268[I ]| But royal Blood does my high Lineage grace. 002:01;268[I ]| Ah! do not then put out this harmless Flame, 002:01;268[I ]| Since from your Eyes the tingling Torment came. 002:01;268[L ]| In vain your Passion's Ardour you alledge, 002:01;268[L ]| The Fort's impregnable, break up your Siege; 002:01;268[L ]| No Force nor Art can the least Outwork win, 002:01;268[L ]| There's one for you too mighty enter'd in: 002:01;268[L ]| The haughtiest, bravest, foremost Man on Earth, 002:01;268[L ]| Who from the Blood of Gods derives his Birth. 002:01;268[I ]| To this immortal Kindred leave him then; 002:01;268[I ]| You may be better plac'd with Blood of Men. 002:01;268[I ]| Besides, who knows but his Divinity, 002:01;268[I ]| As Gods will sometimes very forward be, 002:01;268[I ]| May chance take pet as you in Love engage, 002:01;268[I ]| And thunder you to pieces in his Rage? 002:01;268[L ]| 'Tis true, in War most dreadful he appears, 002:01;268[L ]| All cruel, glorious, Dangers thick he wears: 002:01;268[L ]| Not to amuse you, when you have nam'd all 002:01;268[L ]| That's great and lovely, think on \Hannibal\. 002:01;268[I ]| Is't possible! 002:01;269[I ]| In Age can Beauty aught that's lovely spy? 002:01;269[I ]| Can Dreams of Glory waking Youth supply? 002:01;269[L ]| Tho' his Blood mov'd like freezing Currents flow, 002:01;269[L ]| Were his Head whiter than the \Alpine\ Snow, 002:01;269[L ]| My Youth his Age into one piece should grow. 002:01;269[I ]| All you have said I know in jest was spoke; 002:01;269[I ]| What should you do with such a sapless Oak? 002:01;269[I ]| When a young pleasant Vine so near you stands, 002:01;269[I ]| And bows with all his Clusters to your Hands. 002:01;269[L ]| Honour to Youth and Beauty I prefer, 002:01;269[L ]| I'm for the best and bravest Man in War; 002:01;269[L ]| And since the World knows none so great as he, 002:01;269[L ]| None else shall Lord of my Affection be. 002:01;269[L ]| In shorter Joys let other Maids delight, 002:01;269[L ]| Those transitory Pleasures of a Night; 002:01;269[L ]| But I more lasting Happiness design, 002:01;269[L ]| In my illustrious Warriour's Heart to shine, 002:01;269[L ]| And have my Name on his high Tomb engrav'd, 002:01;269[L ]| This, this is she who \Hannibal\ enslav'd. 002:01;269[I ]| Tho' I no Dawn of Comfort can descry, 002:01;269[I ]| Yet in this hopeless Love I will engage, 002:01;269[I ]| And every Thought of Royalty cast by, 002:01;269[I ]| Thro' all the World attend you as your Page: 002:01;269[I ]| For all my Pains I will not beg one Kiss, 002:01;269[I ]| That were to wrong your mighty Man of War; 002:01;269[I ]| Give a kind Look, and I will prize the Bliss 002:01;269[I ]| Above those Hopes which the Ambitious bear. 002:01;269[L ]| Since then you are resolv'd a while to wait, 002:01;269[L ]| As your first Talk, shew me the Consul straight: 002:01;269[L ]| My Beauty like a Comet shall arise 002:01;269[L ]| That temp'rate Lord of Nations to surprize, 002:01;269[L ]| I'll thunder in his Ear and lighten in his Eyes. 002:01;269[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 002:02;269[' ]| <\SCENE, \The\ Carthaginian \Camp\> 002:02;269[' ]| 002:02;269[' ]| <\Table with Lights\> 002:02;269[A ]| How great's the Care, the Toil and lingring Pain, 002:02;269[A ]| That racks a General's Breast, and breaks his Brain! 002:02;270[A ]| \Argus\ a hundred Lights had, I but one, 002:02;270[A ]| Yet all the Day 'tis watchful as the Sun; 002:02;270[A ]| And all the Night 'tis watchful as the Moon. 002:02;270[A ]| When shall I sleep, from Noise and Business freed? 002:02;270[A ]| 'Tis hush'd, but Business does succeed: 002:02;270[A ]| Beauty which \Jove\ could draw from Heav'n's high Tow'r, 002:02;270[A ]| When Nymphs in Groves his God-head stoop'd t'adore, 002:02;270[A ]| So much he lov'd Delight above Almighty Pow'r: 002:02;270[A ]| In his deep Blood the soft Contagion ran, 002:02;270[A ]| Staining his Son, that vast immortal Man, 002:02;270[A ]| The great \Alcides\, who a Distaff made 002:02;270[A ]| Of that huge Club which Nations could invade; 002:02;270[A ]| Wou'd in his Mistress' Glass kind Looks devise, 002:02;270[A ]| Less'ning the Glories of his God-like Eyes, 002:02;270[A ]| And turn'd his mighty Voice to tender Cries. 002:02;270[A ]| Since God themselves, and God-like Men have lov'd, 002:02;270[A ]| Why should not I with Beauty's Charms be mov'd? 002:02;270[A ]| The highest Pow'r has Love's blind Mazes trod; 002:02;270[A ]| Then \Hannibal\ love on, and imitate a God. 002:02;270[' ]| <\Enter\ Bomilcar> 002:02;270[A ]| \Bomilcar\ here? So suddenly return'd? 002:02;270[A ]| You look as if your Journey you had mourn'd. 002:02;270[C ]| My Lord, we were discover'd. 002:02;270[A ]| Ha! How then? 002:02;270[A ]| Was your lost Freedom given you agen? 002:02;270[C ]| The gen'rous Consul knowing who we were, 002:02;270[C ]| Commanded us to dissipate our Fear: 002:02;270[C ]| Then to his Officers gave strict Command, 002:02;270[C ]| To let us take a view of ev'ry Band; 002:02;270[C ]| But such brave Men, and such strict Discipline! 002:02;270[A ]| You speak, \Bomilcar\, as you knew not mine. 002:02;270[C ]| My Lord, your Pardon, if I say these Eyes 002:02;270[C ]| Ne'er yet beheld such gallant Enemies. 002:02;270[C ]| When we had seen what might less Spirits damp, 002:02;270[C ]| He generously dismis'd us from the Camp. 002:02;271[A ]| This civil Brav'ry has oblig'd me so, 002:02;271[A ]| I shall to Battel with half Fury go 002:02;271[A ]| Doubts enter here, which yet my Breast ne'er felt; 002:02;271[A ]| Doubts beget Fears, and Fears my Courage melt. 002:02;271[A ]| But of my Love, Cousin, you nothing said; 002:02;271[A ]| Is she alive? How I that Answer dread! 002:02;271[A ]| Or is it possible she can be dead? 002:02;271[C ]| Tho' in the Search our utmost Wit essay'd, 002:02;271[C ]| We nought could hear of that illustrious Maid. 002:02;271[A ]| Perhaps his Heart for Temp'rance so renown'd, 002:02;271[A ]| From her all-conqu'ring Eyes might take a Wound. 002:02;271[A ]| And now he keeps her close: Which should he dare, 002:02;271[A ]| With Fire and Sword we'll carry on the War. 002:02;271[A ]| Yes, we will instantly our Bodies join; 002:02;271[A ]| The World's at stake, let her be his or mine. 002:02;271[C ]| Throw boldly at the Sum which the Gods set; 002:02;271[C ]| A hundred thousand lives at once are met, 002:02;271[C ]| That on your side will all their Fortunes bet. 002:02;271[' ]| <\Enter\ Maherbal> 002:02;271[B ]| Come forth, my Lord, haste from your Tent, behold 002:02;271[B ]| Sights that may chill the Fiery, daunt the Bold: 002:02;271[B ]| Shrill Trumpets echo thro' the Arch of Heaven, 002:02;271[B ]| Battels proclaim'd, and bloody Signals giv'n. 002:02;271[B ]| Two Suns their gaudy Chariots Curtains furl, 002:02;271[B ]| And at each other brandish'd Lightning hurl; 002:02;271[B ]| Red Bolts rush flaming thro a bloody Sky, 002:02;271[B ]| Wounding the Air, vast pointed Splinters fly, 002:02;271[B ]| Immortal Spirits drop down, and seem to die: 002:02;271[B ]| A Host of heav'nly Warriours bright and gay 002:02;271[B ]| Appointed stand, and ready for the fray; 002:02;271[B ]| In golden Arms their shining Chiefs appear, 002:02;271[B ]| Helmets and Shields of Diamonds they wear, 002:02;271[B ]| And Spears, with Stars of value set, they bear. 002:02;271[A ]| The End of all things sure is drawing nigh. 002:02;271[B ]| Thro' the void Place swift Darts obliquely fly: 002:02;272[B ]| Black swarthy Demons hold a hollow Cloud, 002:02;272[B ]| And with long Thunder-bolts they drum aloud: 002:02;272[B ]| Their Trumpets all with Sun-beams are inlay'd, 002:02;272[B ]| Where dreadful Sounds by fiery Breath are made: 002:02;272[B ]| Mountains are buried in the Womb of Earth, 002:02;272[B ]| A Grave they find where first they had their Birth: 002:02;272[B ]| Our Houshold Gods sweat as they stand, and all 002:02;272[B ]| Your Garlands from their Temples untouch'd fall. 002:02;272[B ]| A Wolf but now, his Jaws all blooded o'er, 002:02;272[B ]| And by his side a savage foaming Boar, 002:02;272[B ]| Your Out-guards fac'd, and Slaughter there began, 002:02;272[B ]| Nor stop'd they, but thro' all the Army ran, 002:02;272[B ]| 'Till satiated with Blood, the Monsters fled, 002:02;272[B ]| Vanish'd from Sight, and in dark Forests hid. 002:02;272[A ]| Lead to the Place from whence we may descry 002:02;272[A ]| These dreadful Prodigies that fill the Sky. 002:02;272[A ]| Command our Priests a Sacrifice prepare, 002:02;272[A ]| T'appease the angry Demons of the Air. 002:02;272[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 002:03;272[' ]| <\The Scene drawn discovers a Heaven of Blood, two Suns,\> 002:03;272[' ]| <\Spirits in Battel, Arrows shot to and fro in the Air:\> 002:03;272[' ]| <\Cries of yielding Persons, &c% Cries of\ Carthage \is fallen,\> 002:03;272[' ]| 002:03;272[' ]| <\Re-enter\ Hannibal, Maherbal, Bomilcar> 002:03;272[A ]| What mean the Gods by these fantastick Forms? 002:03;272[A ]| And unprovok'd why do they raise such Storms? 002:03;272[B ]| When dreadful Prodigies like these appear, 002:03;272[B ]| The sure Destruction of some State is near. 002:03;272[B ]| Our General's mov'd, his angry Looks dart Fire, 002:03;272[B ]| And noble Rage does his griev'd Soul inspire. 002:03;272[A ]| Can this be true? Answer, ye Powers Divine, 002:03;272[A ]| Shall in our Death the \Roman\ Glory shine? 002:03;272[A ]| Has Fate our Ruin fix'd? Is it decreed, 002:03;272[A ]| That \Carthage\ fall, and \Hannibal\ must bleed? 002:03;272[A ]| Yet with unshaken Souls our Doom we'll wait, 002:03;272[A ]| And perish bravely, tho' unfortunate: 002:03;273[A ]| Yes, ye malicious Powers, this \Hannibal\, 002:03;273[A ]| Whom you untimely to Destruction call, 002:03;273[A ]| Still what he was, shall like a Soldier fall. 002:03;273[A ]| Let \Hanno\ shiver in the Arms of Death; 002:03;273[A ]| But loud Reports shall wait our parting Breath, 002:03;273[A ]| We'll drown the talking Gods with our last cry, 002:03;273[A ]| And Earth shall thunder back upon the Sky. 002:03;273[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 003:01;273[' ]| 003:01;273[' ]| <\A\ Roman \Camp\> 003:01;273[' ]| <\Enter\ Scipio, Lelius, \Attendants,\ Varro, \Guard\> 003:01;273[D ]| Tis strange that we no News from \Cirta\ hear 003:01;273[D ]| No Soldier thence? 003:01;273[E ]| None, Sir, does yet appear. 003:01;273[D ]| 'Twere fit some Tribune with our Horse should go, 003:01;273[D ]| And the Intents of \Massinissa\ know. 003:01;273[' ]| <\Enter\ Rosalinda \and\ Massina> 003:01;273[L ]| Where is the General? By your Majesty, 003:01;273[L ]| And august Garb, you should the Consul be: 003:01;273[L ]| If such you are, I charge you set me free. 003:01;273[D ]| Your strict Commands are told in such a way, 003:01;273[D ]| The Consul doubts whether he should obey: 003:01;273[D ]| Nor know I, Fair-one, what, or whose you are, 003:01;273[D ]| Wrongfully held, or Prisoner of War. 003:01;273[L ]| By right or wrong, when Beauty pleads like mine, 003:01;273[L ]| 'Tis fit you strait my Liberty enjoin; 003:01;273[L ]| To keep me here against my Will, is wrong, 003:01;273[L ]| Since I to \Hannibal\ the Great belong: 003:01;273[L ]| Dare you detain what's his? 003:01;273[D ]| We all things dare, 003:01;273[D ]| But would not willingly offend the Fair: 003:01;273[D ]| None shall presume your Freedom to deny, 003:01;273[D ]| If with the Gift we may your Friendship buy. 003:01;274[L ]| My Friendship! No; to Death I hate you all, 003:01;274[L ]| All that bear Arms against my \Hannibal\: 003:01;274[L ]| A Man so great, I tho' a \Roman\ born, 003:01;274[L ]| Can for his sake my Friends, my Country scorn; 003:01;274[L ]| Who drives the bravest of you from the Field, 003:01;274[L ]| As I in Cities make all Beauties yield. 003:01;274[L ]| \Rome\! she's not fit tho' she her Head lay down, 003:01;274[L ]| To be his Foot-stool, when he mounts a Throne. 003:01;274[D ]| My yet unshaken Soul, with Virtue bound, 003:01;274[D ]| No force of War, or Love cou'd ever wound: 003:01;274[D ]| But \Mars\ and \Cupid\ now at once appear, 003:01;274[D ]| And strike me with an Object fierce and fair. 003:01;274[D ]| How her Eyes shine! what killing Fires they art! 003:01;274[D ]| And all within I feel the fatal Smart. 003:01;274[D ]| Away with her, she is a Sorceress, go. 003:01;274[I ]| Stay, stay, my Lord, remember she's your Foe; 003:01;274[I ]| Besides I love her; and if she depart, 003:01;274[I ]| Or suffer any Wrong, 'twill break my Heart. 003:01;274[' ]| <\Kneels\> 003:01;274[I ]| By all those Noble Promises you made, 003:01;274[I ]| When \Asdrubal\ in \Spain\ before you fled, 003:01;274[I ]| And I your Pris'ner was, you lov'd me then, 003:01;274[I ]| With Gold and Jewels sent me home again, 003:01;274[I ]| And hung about my Neck a Di'mond Chain. 003:01;274[D ]| At your Request, she shall not go, but stay 003:01;274[D ]| With me. 003:01;274[I ]| With you? Dispatch her, Sir, away. 003:01;274[I ]| A Rival in my Love I cannot bear: 003:01;274[I ]| Love Toys, my Lord, below your Greatness are, 003:01;274[I ]| They'll take you off the Business of the War. 003:01;274[D ]| Tho' War usurp the Day, Love claims the Night, 003:01;274[D ]| At last we'll try this am'rous new Delight. 003:01;274[I ]| Yes you may try, but ne'er can please like me; 003:01;274[I ]| You'll still be dreaming, Sir, of Victory, 003:01;274[I ]| Of storming Forts, and digging Trenches deep, 003:01;274[I ]| And call for Arms and break your Mistress' sleep. 003:01;274[L ]| The serious Trifles of your Love adjourn; 003:01;274[L ]| For know I view you both with equal Scorn. 003:01;275[L ]| O mighty \Hannibal\! thou all Divine, 003:01;275[L ]| This loyal Heart shall never be but thine; 003:01;275[L ]| How little these compar'd to thee? how low? 003:01;275[D ]| Trophies as great, and Conquests we can show, 003:01;275[D ]| Noble as those which his fam'd Arms adorn, 003:01;275[D ]| From as dire Dangers Victory hath torn. 003:01;275[L ]| 'Tis true, some Glory you atchiev'd in \Spain\, 003:01;275[L ]| And \Carthagena\ by surprize did gain; 003:01;275[L ]| For your late Conquest poorly did conspire, 003:01;275[L ]| Pretending Peace, you set the Camp on Fire: 003:01;275[L ]| Yet you would loudly talk of \Roman\ Fame, 003:01;275[L ]| When all your Eagles Dove-like flew so tame. 003:01;275[L ]| But \Hannibal\ with Noise to War proceeds, 003:01;275[L ]| Makes the World start at his unequal'd Deeds; 003:01;275[L ]| He like some rolling Whale, who as he laves, 003:01;275[L ]| With his bright Armory gilds the Waves; 003:01;275[L ]| Dashes the frighted nation from his side, 003:01;275[L ]| That pale and foaming Furies far off ride, 003:01;275[L ]| O'er all the watry Region does command, 003:01;275[L ]| The Ocean's Lord and Tyrant of the Land: 003:01;275[L ]| While your tame Legions, like the smaller Fry, 003:01;275[L ]| Glide silent on, and only twinkle by. 003:01;275[D ]| Take her, \Massina\, bear her from my Tent, 003:01;275[D ]| To Freedom, Chains, to Death or Banishment: 003:01;275[D ]| Bear her where I may never see her more. 003:01;275[' ]| 003:01;275[D ]| She's gone, and now I am as heretofore; 003:01;275[D ]| My panting Heart with Thirst of Glory burns, 003:01;275[D ]| Fame flies before, and beckn'ing Fortune turns, 003:01;275[D ]| Bevers and Bucklers, Swords and massy Shields, 003:01;275[D ]| And all the wonted Objects Fancy yields, 003:01;275[D ]| Black Hills, and dusty Plains, and bloody Fields. 003:01;275[' ]| <\Enter\ Maherbal> 003:01;275[D ]| What art thou? 'Tis the Consul speaks. 003:01;275[B ]| From \Hannibal\ I come with you to treat, 003:01;275[B ]| E'er Fortune half the frighted World defeat: 003:01;276[B ]| The Grace which for his Spies you did command, 003:01;276[B ]| He thanks you for; but with his Sword in Hand, 003:01;276[B ]| He who ne'er yet a Parley wish'd with \Rome\, 003:01;276[B ]| Since War is to the dreadful upshot come, 003:01;276[B ]| Would hold Discourse with you of the Earth's Doom. 003:01;276[D ]| 'Tis granted; where's the Place? 003:01;276[B ]| On \Zama's\ Plain, 003:01;276[B ]| Attended only with five hundred Men; 003:01;276[B ]| Soon as the Morn's first Blushes shall appear. 003:01;276[B ]| Expect the Terror of your Armies there 003:01;276[' ]| <\Exit\> 003:01;276[D ]| Wou'd it were done, the great Decision made; 003:01;276[D ]| \Rome\ crown'd, and in the Dust great \Carthage\ laid. 003:01;276[' ]| <\Enter\ Trebellius> 003:01;276[H ]| Laurels, and all the Trophies Conquest yields, 003:01;276[H ]| Colours and Standards, bought with Blood in Fields, 003:01;276[H ]| King*Massinissa does to \Scipio\ send. 003:01;276[H ]| His godlike Master, and his warlike Friend. 003:01;276[D ]| Relate in brief the Progress of his Arms. 003:01;276[H ]| Soon as King*Syphax heard our dread Alarms, 003:01;276[H ]| He sent some Troops of Horse abroad to scout, 003:01;276[H ]| Which were by equal Number put to rout. 003:01;276[H ]| Urg'd with Despair, and by his charming Wife, 003:01;276[H ]| Whose Beauty has been fatal to his Life, 003:01;276[H ]| He came in Person forth, to end the Strife. 003:01;276[H ]| Our Battels join'd, and fiercely it was fought, 003:01;276[H ]| Till to the last Extreams our Troops were brought; 003:01;276[H ]| When \Massinissa\ more than Man appear'd, 003:01;276[H ]| And with his overflowing Valour clear'd 003:01;276[H ]| Those mighty Odds, which first our Soldiers fear'd. 003:01;276[D ]| Some wondrous Act of Fortitude was shown, 003:01;276[D ]| Which could resettle Troops half overthrown. 003:01;276[H ]| Where'er our General turn'd, Death mark'd his Look, 003:01;276[H ]| And whom he ey'd, with his cold Arrow strook; 003:01;276[H ]| Like some vast Flame he made his glorious Way, 003:01;276[H ]| And all about him Desolation lay. 003:01;277[H ]| \Syphax\ whose Name he made to Heav'n resound, 003:01;277[H ]| With Cries of echoing Joys at last he found, 003:01;277[H ]| Trembling, tho' with his Guards encompass'd round; 003:01;277[H ]| Swift as Revenge could dart, he on him flew, 003:01;277[H ]| Whom from his Horse with his Hands force he drew, 003:01;277[H ]| And pierc'd his Heart in both the Armies View: 003:01;277[H ]| Which seen, with one Consent the Soldiers fled, 003:01;277[H ]| As if all Hopes were with their Monarch dead. 003:01;277[D ]| \Cirta\ should after such a Loss, in course, 003:01;277[D ]| Surrender to the Victor's dreaded Force. 003:01;277[H ]| It did, Great Sir: To \Massinissa\ now 003:01;277[H ]| The gravest Lords with willing Homage bow; 003:01;277[H ]| Where, as I did amongst the Foremost ride, 003:01;277[H ]| 'Twas wish'd the Queen might prove the Victor's Bride. 003:01;277[D ]| I rather wish thou coud'st not Conquest boast, 003:01;277[D ]| And that the King were with the Battel lost. 003:01;277[D ]| To \Cirta\, \Lelius\, instantly repair, 003:01;277[D ]| And make that subtle Queen our Prisoner: 003:01;277[D ]| If \Massinissa\ should oppose you, say, 003:01;277[D ]| 'Tis my Command, who swore you to obey. 003:01;277[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 003:01;277[' ]| <\Enter\ Hannibal, Maherbal, \and\ Bomilcar.> 003:01;277[A ]| My \Rosalinda\ freed, and in my Tent? 003:01;277[A ]| But wherefore was that Stranger with her sent? 003:01;277[A ]| Thou hast a Tempest rais'd within my Mind; 003:01;277[A ]| Speak, was this Youth so fair, and she so kind? 003:01;277[C ]| Your \Rosalinda's\ Beauty did appear 003:01;277[C ]| Bright as Noon-day; all piercing, sprightly clear; 003:01;277[C ]| But he who led her seem'd so lost and young, 003:01;277[C ]| As if that Pity handed Love along; 003:01;277[C ]| And Tears did so his blushing Cheeks adorn, 003:01;277[C ]| Methought the Sun came usher'd by the Morn. 003:01;277[A ]| Cease thy unwelcome Praise; what did she say? 003:01;277[C ]| That she wou'd there for your Appearance stay; 003:01;277[C ]| I bow'd and went, and being curious grown, 003:01;277[C ]| I stoop'd a while to mark that Fair unknown: 003:01;277[C ]| When she with languishing Intreaties said, 003:01;277[C ]| Is this your Love? shall I not be obey'd? 003:01;278[C ]| Be gone, be gone; if \Hannibal\ should come, 003:01;278[C ]| And but inspect, Death were a certain Doom. 003:01;278[A ]| Peace, Harbinger of Fate; with Ravens dwell, 003:01;278[A ]| Thy Tale at Midnight to the Dying tell: 003:01;278[A ]| Oh! it has pierc'd me like a poison'd Dart, 003:01;278[A ]| Which by degrees infects the Blood and Heart; 003:01;278[A ]| And now it higher mounts, divides my Head, 003:01;278[A ]| Where like a Plague its pointed Venoms spread, 003:01;278[A ]| My Brain ten thousand various Tortures turn; 003:01;278[A ]| Now Agues chill me, and now Fevers burn. 003:01;278[A ]| Oh \Rosalinda\! False ungrateful Maid, 003:01;278[A ]| Am I for loss of Glory thus repaid? 003:01;278[A ]| But let's away, to my Pavilion lead; 003:01;278[A ]| That Ravisher of all my Hopes shall bleed. 003:01;278[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 003:01;278[' ]| <\Enter\ Rosalinda, \and\ Massina> 003:01;278[L ]| Why did you stay? If you did ever love, 003:01;278[L ]| Let me conjure you, from this Place remove. 003:01;278[I ]| Permit me, as your menial Servant stay, 003:01;278[I ]| And near your Person sign my Life away. 003:01;278[I ]| Is that so much? 003:01;278[L ]| It cannot, must not be, 003:01;278[L ]| That you should idly spend your Hours with me: 003:01;278[L ]| You, like the golden Planet of the Day, 003:01;278[L ]| Should, as you rise all glorious, set all gay; 003:01;278[L ]| A gen'rous Pity does my Heart subdue, 003:01;278[L ]| Which bids you now eternally adieu. 003:01;278[I ]| Say, your Disdain ~~ Alas! how can I part? 003:01;278[I ]| Methinks I go as if I had no Heart: 003:01;278[I ]| But since you are resolv'd it must be so, 003:01;278[I ]| Near to some murm'ring Brook I'll lay me down; 003:01;278[I ]| Whose Waters, if they should too shallow flow, 003:01;278[I ]| My Tears shall swell 'em up that I will drown. 003:01;278[' ]| <\Enter\ Hannibal, Bomilcar, Asper> 003:01;278[L ]| \Massina\, stay; I strictly charge you live. 003:01;278[A ]| Not Heav'n nor Earth can grant him a Reprieve, 003:01;278[A ]| Since \Hannibal\ has vow'd that he shall die: 003:01;279[A ]| \Bomilcar\ bind him, bind him instantly. 003:01;279[A ]| False \Rosalinda\! ~~ Bear him from my sight, 003:01;279[A ]| And shade his Beauties with Eternal Night. 003:01;279[A ]| Is it for this at last we meet again? 003:01;279[A ]| Wou'd you had still the Consul's Captive been. 003:01;279[L ]| Oh \Hannibal\! can you resist my Tears? 003:01;279[L ]| What Change is this your stormy Temper wears? 003:01;279[L ]| He shall not die, \Bomilcar, Asper\, stay, 003:01;279[L ]| 'Tis I command you; dare you disobey? 003:01;279[A ]| Be gone, he dies who listens to her Pray'r; 003:01;279[A ]| Pull off his Bracelets, let him Shackles wear. 003:01;279[A ]| With Fetters fret his soft and supple Skin; 003:01;279[A ]| Too light a Penance for so foul a Sin. 003:01;279[' ]| 003:01;279[L ]| If \Rosalinda\ yet has any part 003:01;279[L ]| Left in that cruel, yet renowned Heart, 003:01;279[L ]| This Stranger's Freedom instantly enjoin, 003:01;279[L ]| And you shall ever be the Lord of mine. 003:01;279[A ]| How dar'st thou plead for him, false as you are? 003:01;279[A ]| Falser, if possible, than thou art fair: 003:01;279[A ]| In his Behalf no Intercession make, 003:01;279[A ]| His Torments shall be doubled for thy sake. 003:01;279[L ]| Henceforth wrong'd Innocence from Courts retreat, 003:01;279[L ]| Thou best, but rare Companion of the Great: 003:01;279[L ]| Since thus abus'd, ah! visit him no more, 003:01;279[L ]| But rest thy Sorrows at some Shepherd's Door. 003:01;279[A ]| Oh Guilt! canst thou to Innocence appeal, 003:01;279[A ]| Who to this Youth such Kindness didst reveal? 003:01;279[L ]| If Pity Kindness be, I was most kind, 003:01;279[L ]| Who all my Softness to his Griefs resign;d: 003:01;279[L ]| And what but Marble Hearts cou'd see him mourn, 003:01;279[L ]| Yet so much Sweetness with such Sorrows scorn? 003:01;279[A ]| Pity, like yours, that does so swiftly move, 003:01;279[A ]| Is the Fore-runner of approaching Love. 003:01;279[L ]| Unworthy of the Honour you possess; 003:01;279[L ]| My Passion's great, wou'd I cou'd make it less: 003:01;280[L ]| Know, most Unjust and Jealous, therefore vain, 003:01;280[L ]| For Jealousy's great Weakness in great Men. 003:01;280[L ]| My constant Soul did for thy Glory wave, 003:01;280[L ]| The Rich, the Young, the Beautiful and Brave. 003:01;280[L ]| My Charms the cold and temp'rate Consul felt, 003:01;280[L ]| Whilst Beauty's Beams did fiercely on him play: 003:01;280[L ]| The Frost which long had bound his Heart, did melt, 003:01;280[L ]| And Love like Sun-shine thaw'd his Ice away. 003:01;280[A ]| Your Looks methinks have quite another Air; 003:01;280[A ]| Nor doubt I but your Beauty has been try'd, 003:01;280[A ]| So faint Love's Colours in your Face appear, 003:01;280[A ]| Like Silks that lose their Gloss by being dy'd. 003:01;280[L ]| That \Scipio\, nor this Prince, whom cruel you 003:01;280[L ]| Have bound, cou'd nothing on my Heart prevail 003:01;280[L ]| Is as Heav'ns high Decree most justly true; 003:01;280[L ]| And I am innocent, as thou art frail. 003:01;280[A ]| Alas! 'twas Innocence to say, be gone 003:01;280[A ]| If \Hannibal\ shou'd but inspect, you're dead. 003:01;280[L ]| Compassion, for a Love I could not own, 003:01;280[L ]| Urg'd me to speak: what you have heard, was said, 003:01;280[L ]| Therefore release him instantly from Bands, 003:01;280[L ]| And yield him safe into the Consul's Hands: 003:01;280[L ]| Without Delays or murm'ring free him strait: 003:01;280[L ]| Or may your Laurels never more be green, 003:01;280[L ]| Nor may your Arms in War be fortunate, 003:01;280[L ]| Nor \Rosalinda\ but with Frowns be seen. 003:01;280[A ]| Stay, Madam ~~ Haste, the Captive Prince unbind 003:01;280[A ]| My Heart to others rough, the Soldier's Crime, 003:01;280[A ]| As Rocks to Seas, or stubborn Oaks to Wind, 003:01;280[A ]| Shall bow to you, as those must yield to Time: 003:01;280[A ]| Forgive my Temper, harden'd with the Steel, 003:01;280[A ]| In which I stood almost Immortal Man, 003:01;280[A ]| Till Love let fall a Blow, that made me reel, 003:01;280[A ]| And pointed Beauty through my Armour ran. 003:01;280[A ]| Can you forgive the Rudeness of my Mind? 003:01;280[L ]| Forego your Jealousy, and I'll be kind. 003:01;281[' ]| <\Enter\ Massina \unbound\> 003:01;281[A ]| May a rash Man, wrong'd Prince, your Pardon crave? 003:01;281[I ]| No, Sir, my Pardon you shall never have; 003:01;281[I ]| For know I hate thee on a double Score, 003:01;281[I ]| Much for thy Love, more for Tyrannick Pow'r. 003:01;281[I ]| Princes who have like me dishonour'd been, 003:01;281[I ]| Should blush to be dishonour'd so agen; 003:01;281[I ]| Fall, die, dispatch, to Fortune's Malice bow, 003:01;281[I ]| Thy royal Uncle would not own thee now. 003:01;281[I ]| Life proffer'd with the World I wou'd not take; 003:01;281[I ]| Yet I could live for \Rosalinda's\ sake: 003:01;281[I ]| Speak \Hannibal\, wilt thou thy share resign? 003:01;281[L ]| He may, but I can never part with mine. 003:01;281[I ]| How, never? 003:01;281[L ]| Never. 003:01;281[I ]| O unkind hard Heart! 003:01;281[I ]| Love when he shot me, sure mistook his Dart, 003:01;281[I ]| Or chang'd with Death, whose quick destroying Shaft 003:01;281[I ]| Thus drinks my Blood, thus with a full deep Draught. 003:01;281[' ]| <\Stabs himself\> 003:01;281[L ]| Hold, cruel Prince! the Dagger from him wrest. 003:01;281[A ]| Too late, alas! I drew it from his Breast. 003:01;281[L ]| What have you done? 003:01;281[I ]| Only my Body drain'd 003:01;281[I ]| Of that sick Blood, which \Hannibal\ had stain'd: 003:01;281[I ]| What less than Death could I to Honour give? 003:01;281[I ]| And Love neglected charg'd me not to live. 003:01;281[I ]| Now you may take him, take him to you all, 003:01;281[I ]| This cruel, haughty, happy \Hannibal\. 003:01;281[A ]| The bus'ness of our Life's a senseless Thing; 003:01;281[A ]| Why burns th' ambitious Man to be a King? 003:01;281[A ]| Or to what purpose does the Warrior call 003:01;281[A ]| For Arms? or Gown-men bustle in the Hall? 003:01;281[A ]| Sport for the Gods, they whirl us here and there, 003:01;281[A ]| As Boys blow watry Bubbles in the Air. 003:01;281[A ]| My Help! 003:01;282[I ]| Ah! let me not be touch'd by thee, 003:01;282[I ]| If Foes may capable of Pity be. 003:01;282[I ]| Your \Rosalinda\ seize, and with her fly 003:01;282[I ]| To golden Beds; embrace her fast, while I 003:01;282[I ]| Within my dark and dusty Dungeon lie. 003:01;282[' ]| <\Dies\> 003:01;282[A ]| Crouds of ill-boding Thoughts my Soul dismay. 003:01;282[A ]| His Body to the \Roman\ Camp convey, 003:01;282[A ]| Hears'd in a mourning Chariot softly tread, 003:01;282[A ]| And look so sad that they may think you dead. 003:01;282[' ]| <\They bear off the Body\> 003:01;282[L ]| This your Suspicion of my Honour was: 003:01;282[L ]| See the Effects where Jealousy's the Cause. 003:01;282[L ]| Ah cruel Victor, I cou'd curse thee now; 003:01;282[L ]| With all thy Laurels blasted on thy Brow. 003:01;282[L ]| Love sickens with this Deed, my Transports fade, 003:01;282[L ]| Would we were both in Earth's low Cavern laid; 003:01;282[L ]| Curtain'd with shady Horrors, where the Sun 003:01;282[L ]| And Stars their fiery Courses never run, 003:01;282[L ]| But all the Business of the World is done. 003:01;282[' ]| <\Exit\> 003:01;282[A ]| Oh that my Heart her future State could find; 003:01;282[A ]| Know to what Good or Ill this Life's design'd. 003:01;282[A ]| Prudence against such Knowledge may advise: 003:01;282[A ]| But who of all Mankind was always wise? 003:01;282[A ]| For the great Secret to the Gods I'll go; 003:01;282[A ]| And if they fail me, fathom for't below, 003:01;282[A ]| Tho' hid by Fate under a thousand Rocks, 003:01;282[A ]| And drag it up by the dark jetty Locks. 003:01;282[A ]| Let it as ghastly as a \Gorgon\ come, 003:01;282[A ]| Stiff with the View, I will out-gaze my doom. 003:01;282[' ]| <\Exit\> 003:02;282[' ]| 003:02;282[' ]| <\Enter\ King*Massinissa \and\ Menander> 003:02;282[' ]| <\Trumpets sound a lofty March\> 003:02;282[G ]| Was ever Victory so swiftly won? 003:02;282[G ]| We scarce had leisure to demand the Town: 003:02;283[G ]| Their Gates were open'd with such Haste and Fear, 003:02;283[G ]| As if our Conqu'ring Swords enchanted were. 003:02;283[J ]| \Syphax\, the great Usurper of your Throne, 003:02;283[J ]| Is to revenging Furies downwards gone: 003:02;283[J ]| In Hell's low Valleys grown the darkest Weed, 003:02;283[J ]| And feels the Stings that make Ambition bleed. 003:02;283[G ]| Straight to the Palace bid our Forces turn, 003:02;283[G ]| Where \Sophonisba\ does her Losses mourn. 003:02;283[G ]| We'll visit that forsworn illustrious Fair, 003:02;283[G ]| To let her see how unconcern'd we are. 003:02;283[J ]| Since you have promis'd that you will forsake, 003:02;283[J ]| Why should your Virtue needless Trials make? 003:02;283[J ]| Love, tho' scarce warm, within your Bosom pent, 003:02;283[J ]| Fann'd with her kindling Sighs, may get a Vent: 003:02;283[J ]| Like Heat which stifled in some closer space, 003:02;283[J ]| If any Air gets in, fires all the place. 003:02;283[G ]| Dar'st thou suspect? I say, it cannot be; 003:02;283[G ]| Has Air, or its wing'd Rangers, Liberty? 003:02;283[G ]| Loose like the Wind, as the wide Ocean free, 003:02;283[G ]| My enlarg'd Soul rolls wantomly along, 003:02;283[G ]| Can hear unmov'd the warbling \Syren's\ song; 003:02;283[G ]| Braving her Eyes, her Falshood I'll upbraid, 003:02;283[G ]| For those rude Wrongs she on my Virtue laid. 003:02;283[J ]| Your Majesty best knows what's fit to chuse; 003:02;283[J ]| I humbly offer'd what you may refuse. 003:02;283[G ]| Perhaps my present Rage I may not keep; 003:02;283[G ]| For she has Words would make the Cruel weep. 003:02;283[G ]| And Charms as powerful as \Circe's\ Wiles, 003:02;283[G ]| As ravish'd Virgins Sighs, or Infants Smiles. 003:02;283[G ]| But I more blind with Rage than she with Tears, 003:02;283[G ]| Maugre the Cunning which her Sorrow wears, 003:02;283[G ]| Her Hopes will laugh at, and despise her Fears. 003:02;283[' ]| <\Exeunt> 003:03;283[' ]| 003:03;283[' ]| <\Enter\ Sophonisba, Rezambe, \and\ Merna> 003:03;283[K ]| \Rome\ and the World against my Life combine; 003:03;283[K ]| Methinks I'm still a Queen while this is mine. 003:03;284[K ]| Tho' \Massinissa\ has the King o'erthrown, 003:03;284[K ]| And his victorious Troops possess the Town; 003:03;284[K ]| Yet \Sophonisba\ is, and shall be free, 003:03;284[K ]| Spite of the frighted Senators Decree. 003:03;284[K ]| They blush to see this Life so glorious shine, 003:03;284[K ]| And fear their Eagles Eyes should dazzl'd be with mine. 003:03;284[K ]| \Merna\, if I have ought from thee deserv'd, 003:03;284[K ]| Be grateful thus, and thou hast nobly serv'd. 003:03;284[N ]| Not for the World. 003:03;284[K ]| \Rezambe\, thou art brave, 003:03;284[K ]| Strike, and the \Carthaginian\ Glory save: 003:03;284[K ]| How will the Just, the Valiant, and the Wise, 003:03;284[K ]| Extol thy Virtue and thy Courage prize? 003:03;284[K ]| Who durst the Softness of thy Sex forego, 003:03;284[K ]| And free thy Country with one desp'rate Blow; 003:03;284[K ]| A Deed that will e'en \Hannibal\ out-do. 003:03;284[M ]| Rather than I would live to see those Hands, 003:03;284[M ]| Which Kings have kiss'd, fetter'd with \Roman\ Bands, 003:03;284[M ]| That body like a Pageant Wretch adorn'd, 003:03;284[M ]| Gracing the Victor's Wheels your Greatness scorn'd; 003:03;284[M ]| Rather than this endure, by all that's good, 003:03;284[M ]| I'd bathe this Dagger in your Life's warm Flood, 003:03;284[M ]| Till the Haft reek'd with your Heart's Royal Blood. 003:03;284[K ]| O thou most noble martial Maid, 003:03;284[K ]| If by thy Eyes my Soul could be survey'd, 003:03;284[K ]| Thou wouldst believe what cannot be express'd, 003:03;284[K ]| How dear thou art to \Sophonisba's\ Breast 003:03;284[K ]| Thy Voice like sad, but pleasing Musick flew; 003:03;284[K ]| Like dying Swans, 'twas sweet and fatal too. 003:03;284[K ]| Now strike, and bravely act thy tragick part; 003:03;284[K ]| Just here, strike thro' and thro' this wretched Heart. 003:03;284[M ]| Death's our last Remedy, as 'tis the worst: 003:03;284[M ]| 'Tis fit you try the Victor's Mercy first. 003:03;284[M ]| Prince*Massinissa lov'd you once; who knows 003:03;284[M ]| But the same Passion in his Bosom glows? 003:03;284[M ]| Blow it into a Flame, try all your Charms; 003:03;284[M ]| Love laughs at brandish'd Swords and glitt'ring Arms. 003:03;285[N ]| Never was Man like \Massinissa\ kind, 003:03;285[N ]| By Nature mild, and amorously inclin'd. 003:03;285[N ]| Not vanquish'd \Syphax\ dying fell so low, 003:03;285[N ]| As this charm'd Prince will to your Beauty bow. 003:03;285[M ]| Imputed Treachery you ought to clear; 003:03;285[M ]| Let Guilt shrink back, and Innocence appear: 003:03;285[M ]| I'll hide the Ponyard in my Robe; if he 003:03;285[M ]| Dooms you a Slave, this gives you Liberty. 003:03;285[K ]| When breach of Faith join'd Hearts does disengage, 003:03;285[K ]| The calmest Temper turns to wildest Rage: 003:03;285[K ]| He thinks me false, tho' I have been most true; 003:03;285[K ]| And thinking so, what may his Fury do? 003:03;285[M ]| His Trumpets Clangors make the Palace ring; 003:03;285[M ]| Here wait your Fate, and this victorious King. 003:03;285[' ]| <\Enter\ King*Massinissa, Menander, \Attendants\> 003:03;285[G ]| Madam, I come to tell you that you are 003:03;285[G ]| No more a Queen, but Prisoner of War. 003:03;285[G ]| The King, whose Loss 'tis probable you grieve, 003:03;285[G ]| To whose lov'd Memory those Tears you give, 003:03;285[G ]| For Judgment is to Heav'n's Tribunal gone, 003:03;285[G ]| And now I come to claim my Father's Throne. 003:03;285[G ]| You in the War have been unfortunate; 003:03;285[G ]| Not but your Cause deserv'd a better Fate. 003:03;285[K ]| Of Empire's Joys to you a Gift I make, 003:03;285[K ]| More willingly than I did ever take. 003:03;285[K ]| Freely as ever \Syphax\ made it mine, 003:03;285[K ]| To \Massinissa\ I my Crown resign. 003:03;285[G ]| Not as your Gift; Crowns I should then despise: 003:03;285[G ]| But as my Right by Birth and Valour's Prize, 003:03;285[G ]| My Father \Galla's\ Diadem I'll bear, 003:03;285[G ]| And all the Royalties of \Cirta\ wear. 003:03;285[K ]| These Springs of Grief Unkindness now supplies. 003:03;285[G ]| \Syphax\ deserv'd that Tribute from your Eyes. 003:03;286[K ]| There is a Cause more worthy of these Tears. 003:03;286[G ]| More worthy! what, than \Syphax\? for your sake 003:03;286[G ]| Did he not Fame and Empire Victims make, 003:03;286[G ]| Giving Love over-measure, when at last 003:03;286[G ]| He threw his Life up for you as a Cast? 003:03;286[K ]| If what I spake might kindly be receiv'd ~~ 003:03;286[K ]| But Misery can never be believ'd. 003:03;286[G ]| Not you believ'd! O God, is it clear Day? 003:03;286[G ]| So manifest are all Things that you say. 003:03;286[G ]| Not you believ'd! what harden'd Infidel 003:03;286[G ]| Shall dare to doubt the Oracles you tell? 003:03;286[K ]| I will, when Sorrow shall permit me, speak; 003:03;286[K ]| But sure my Heart must with Unkindness break. 003:03;286[G ]| 'Tis possible; yet, Madam, e'er I go, 003:03;286[G ]| Express your Will, for I have much to do: 003:03;286[G ]| My Men I have not plac'd; my Father's Throne 003:03;286[G ]| We have not fill'd; I must, I must be gone. 003:03;286[G ]| \Menander\, do we triumph? 003:03;286[J ]| Bravely, Sir; 003:03;286[J ]| All like your*self, and more than Conqueror. 003:03;286[M ]| \Merna\, we're lost: for with a haughty Scorn 003:03;286[M ]| He turns away, and smiles to see her mourn. 003:03;286[K ]| Are you not \Massinissa\ call'd? 003:03;286[G ]| I am. 003:03;286[K ]| Have you not heard of \Sophonisba's\ Name? 003:03;286[K ]| She who unmov'd your high Disdain endures; 003:03;286[K ]| Yet \Sophonisba\, who was always your's ~~ 003:03;286[G ]| Oh Heavens! 003:03;286[K ]| Whom wasting Cares did all the Day devour, 003:03;286[K ]| Who watch'd all Night, counting each tedious HOur: 003:03;286[K ]| And never found that there were Joys in Power. 003:03;286[G ]| Ha! \Sophonisba\! yes, I knew her well, 003:03;286[G ]| That Angel fair, and lov'd her e'er she fell. 003:03;286[G ]| Oh, \Sophonisba\, hadst thou but a Mind 003:03;286[G ]| Half beauteous as the case where 'tis enshrin'd, 003:03;286[G ]| Thou wert ~~ but she is dangerous to name; 003:03;286[G ]| My Reason's snatch'd by my tempestuous Flame. 003:03;287[G ]| \Menander\ help ~~ 003:03;287[G ]| Or I shall sink in the Abyss of Thought, 003:03;287[G ]| My Vows, my Friendship, Glory, all forgot: 003:03;287[G ]| As when we launch into the Sea, the Land 003:03;287[G ]| Goes backward, with the Trees, and all the neighb'ring Strand. 003:03;287[J ]| Be gone, my Lord, you're ruin'd if you stay. 003:03;287[G ]| What, from the vanquish'd shall we run away? 003:03;287[J ]| Still there's some Hopes, since at her Name he shook, 003:03;287[J ]| And now he eyes her with a kindling Look. 003:03;287[M ]| With that last Glance methought Love shot him there. 003:03;287[G ]| Yes, Madam, this is \Massinissa\. 003:03;287[G ]| I am (to thy Confusion be it known) 003:03;287[G ]| A walking Grave with Sorrows over-grown, 003:03;287[G ]| With rooted Cares and every baneful Weed, 003:03;287[G ]| That nightly Watchings and pale Troubles breed. 003:03;287[G ]| Once I was free from these, and flourish'd fair, 003:03;287[G ]| Like a tall Tree I blossom'd in the Air; 003:03;287[G ]| My chearful Friends like Birds about me sung, 003:03;287[G ]| Free from the Charms of thy deceitful Tongue, 003:03;287[G ]| And ripening Hopes blooming around me hung; 003:03;287[G ]| Till thou, fair Murd'ress, didst like Lightning fall, 003:03;287[G ]| And blasted Blossoms, Branches, Root and all. 003:03;287[K ]| O, \Massinissa\, hear I this from thee? 003:03;287[G ]| 'Tis equally a Truth from him or me, 003:03;287[G ]| Or any here ~~ why, Madam, not from me? 003:03;287[G ]| But if my Presence should a Trouble prove, 003:03;287[G ]| I will for*ever from your Sight remove. 003:03;287[K ]| Stay, \Massinissa\, stay, my Life, my Soul; 003:03;287[K ]| Why do your Eyes with such strange Motion roll? 003:03;287[K ]| Your Fury in this Heart that loves you hide. 003:03;287[G ]| Where does the Searcher of the Soul reside, 003:03;287[G ]| Who thro' blind Tracks finds out a Woman's Heart? 003:03;287[G ]| Lo here's a Bar, a Stop to all his Art: 003:03;287[G ]| Who would not swear that such a Love is true? 003:03;287[K ]| Do I not love you? by the Gods I do. 003:03;288[G ]| Oh thou Dissembler; Once this would have done; 003:03;288[G ]| But all thy practis'd Wiles at last are known. 003:03;288[G ]| Just so she talk'd, and so she wept before, 003:03;288[G ]| And with that beauteous honest Look she swore. 003:03;288[G ]| Gods! if I stay, I shall believe again; 003:03;288[G ]| Farewel, thou greatest Pleasure, greatest Pain. 003:03;288[K ]| By all your Loves, this cannot, must not be; 003:03;288[K ]| Those cruel Words could not be meant to me: 003:03;288[K ]| To me, who love you with a Heart entire, 003:03;288[K ]| A Flame more lasting than the Vestal's Fire: 003:03;288[K ]| To me, who am indeed all one Desire. 003:03;288[K ]| Ah, Prince, thy Love is all my Light and Health, 003:03;288[K ]| The Treasure I would hoard, my only Wealth; 003:03;288[K ]| Take not that from me. 003:03;288[G ]| 'Tis but vain Delay. 003:03;288[K ]| Unkindly urg'd; why do you turn away? 003:03;288[' ]| <\Kneels\> 003:03;288[K ]| You shall not go till you have left me dead. 003:03;288[K ]| My Tears till now were never vainly shed. 003:03;288[K ]| O hear my Sighs, my Vows, ye Pow'rs above, 003:03;288[K ]| If any Pow'r like me could ever love: 003:03;288[K ]| Let loose your Fires, and thaw his frozen Heart; 003:03;288[K ]| And thou, dread God of Love, try every Dart. 003:03;288[K ]| You sha' not stir. 003:03;288[' ]| <\Weeps\> 003:03;288[G ]| What means this rising Flood? 003:03;288[K ]| Nature will start at such Ingratitude; 003:03;288[K ]| Revenge on after Ages this Disgrace, 003:03;288[K ]| And only Monsters make of human Race: 003:03;288[K ]| Inhuman thou. 003:03;288[G ]| She shall not; yet she shall: 003:03;288[G ]| She grasps my Heart, and cries, she'll have it all. 003:03;288[G ]| 'Tis so, her Eyes resistless Magick bear, 003:03;288[G ]| Angels I see, and Gods are dancing there. 003:03;288[G ]| Rise, Madam, rise; each Sigh, each softning Glance, 003:03;288[G ]| Lulls my loud Wrongs; I'm hush'd and in a Trance. 003:03;288[J ]| His Sighs flow from him with so strong a Gale, 003:03;288[J ]| As if his Soul would thro' his Lips exhale. 003:03;289[K ]| Cou'd you be thus? on your poor Mistress frown? 003:03;289[K ]| What was my Fault, alas! what have I done? 003:03;289[G ]| Nothing; why nothing; only this thou art, 003:03;289[G ]| My Life, my Soul, my Spirits, Blood, and Heart; 003:03;289[G ]| Whose Hands least thrilling Touch does please above 003:03;289[G ]| The very Act of any other Love. 003:03;289[G ]| Gods, how she charms! none sure was e'er like thee; 003:03;289[G ]| Nor wild as I; Storms borrow Rage of me, 003:03;289[G ]| But thou art soft, and sweet, and silent all, 003:03;289[G ]| As Births of Roses, or as Blossoms fall. 003:03;289[K ]| This Rose that sticks so near your Heart will fade, 003:03;289[K ]| When planted by your Hand in Death's cold Shade. 003:03;289[G ]| By mine! Not Savages would harm thy Breast; 003:03;289[G ]| On whose refreshing Pillows \Jove\ might rest, 003:03;289[G ]| And with immortal Sweets be ever blest. 003:03;289[G ]| So fair, 'tis well thou art not faithful too; 003:03;289[G ]| I could not bear my Bliss if thou wert true. 003:03;289[K ]| Think me not false, tho' I did \Syphax\ wed, 003:03;289[K ]| Who ever was a Stranger to my Bed. 003:03;289[K ]| Forc'd by my Father's positive Command, 003:03;289[K ]| I must confess I suffer'd him my Hand: 003:03;289[K ]| Heaven curse me if I ever granted more; 003:03;289[K ]| Cou'd I be his, having been yours before? 003:03;289[G ]| Why do you stop? Still as a Statue low 003:03;289[G ]| I stand, nor shall the Wind presume to blow. 003:03;289[G ]| Speak, and it shall be Night: not one shall dare 003:03;289[G ]| To sigh, tho' on the Rack the tortur'd were, 003:03;289[G ]| Nor for his Soul whisper a dying Prayer. 003:03;289[K ]| Make your Love long, and let it burn less fast: 003:03;289[K ]| These sudden Raptures are too hot to last. 003:03;289[G ]| Right, Madam; long if we such Joys should feel, 003:03;289[G ]| The furious Transports of Delight would kill. 003:03;289[G ]| \Menander\ to the Temple lead away, 003:03;289[G ]| By my clear Fame this is our Marriage-Day. 003:03;290[K ]| Your Fame does far above all Censure fit, 003:03;290[K ]| Free from the Taunts of low repining Wit. 003:03;290[K ]| Kings tho' they err, should never be arraign'd; 003:03;290[K ]| But if I yield, my Glory will be stain'd. 003:03;290[K ]| What will the World report of such a Bride, 003:03;290[K ]| Who marry'd the same Day her Husband died? 003:03;290[G ]| Since \Scipio\ is your mortal Enemy, 003:03;290[G ]| It must be so upon Necessity; 003:03;290[G ]| Who yet will not molest you, being mine. 003:03;290[K ]| Then to the Gods let me my Breath resign. 003:03;290[G ]| Can you consent, rather than be my Wife, 003:03;290[G ]| To hazard Honour, Liberty, and Life? 003:03;290[K ]| But, Sir ~~ 003:03;290[G ]| But, Madam, say what you can say, 003:03;290[G ]| You ought not, must not, and I cannot stay, 003:03;290[G ]| One Minute more casts both our Lives away. 003:03;290[K ]| Know, mighty Prince, I was, and am the same; 003:03;290[K ]| And tho' the World this Act may justly blame, 003:03;290[K ]| I will be yours, and in that way you name: 003:03;290[K ]| But first by all the Gods and Glory swear, 003:03;290[K ]| Rather than yield me up to \Rome's\ Prisoner, 003:03;290[K ]| That you some fatal Token will present, 003:03;290[K ]| To free me from inglorious Punishment. 003:03;290[G ]| I swear by Heav'n, by Glory, and by Arms, 003:03;290[G ]| By something more, by your own conqu'ring Charms, 003:03;290[G ]| You shall be ever from the \Romans\ free; 003:03;290[G ]| Or I by Death will give you Liberty. 003:03;290[K ]| Now lead me where you please. 003:03;290[G ]| A Taste of Bliss: 003:03;290[G ]| The God of Marriage seal our Vows with this: 003:03;290[' ]| <\Kisses her\> 003:03;290[G ]| Nectar, and Flames, the Sweets of \Hibla\ grow, 003:03;290[G ]| About her Lips ambrosial Odours flow. 003:03;290[G ]| Let melancholy Monarchs Counsel take, 003:03;290[G ]| Wed by Advice, and sullen Nuptials make; 003:03;290[G ]| But I prefer what thus my Arms infold, 003:03;290[G ]| To all the Wealth that Earth or Seas can hold, 003:03;290[G ]| To Rocks of Diamond, or to Hills of Gold. 003:03;291[G ]| Spite of proud \Rome\, and all her haughty Mien, 003:03;291[G ]| She was my Mistress, and shall be my Queen. 004:01;291[' ]| 004:01;291[' ]| 004:01;291[' ]| <\An Altar is shown, with a Soldier lying upon it, arm'd all\> 004:01;291[' ]| <\but his Head:\ Aglave, Cumana, \standing each upon a\> 004:01;291[' ]| <\Tripos, with Daggers in their right Hands, and Censers\> 004:01;291[' ]| <\in their left.\> 004:01;291[O ]| E'er we our solemn Rites begin, 004:01;291[O ]| The sacred Cavern purge from Sin: 004:01;291[O ]| About the dreadful Altar go; 004:01;291[O ]| About it Incantations blow. 004:01;291[P ]| The dire Oblation thus we drain, 004:01;291[P ]| And with his Blood our Temples stain. 004:01;291[P ]| The Screech-Owl warns us with her Note, 004:01;291[P ]| Strike your Dagger in his Throat; 004:01;291[P ]| Gash him deep and suck his Blood, 004:01;291[P ]| Prepare his frighted Ghost a Shroud. 004:01;291[O ]| Rise, ye sulph'rous Flames, arise, 004:01;291[O ]| Consume the baleful Sacrifice; 004:01;291[O ]| That of his Ashes we may take, 004:01;291[O ]| And clotted Cinders with 'em rake, 004:01;291[O ]| And Viands for \Bellona\ make. 004:01;291[P ]| Our Goddess smil'd: 'Tis done, 'tis done; 004:01;291[P ]| The \Romans\ have the Battle won. 004:01;291[P ]| From yonder Battlement of Heav'n 004:01;291[P ]| I saw the \Carthaginians\ driv'n. 004:01;291[P ]| They fly, they fly, the Consul there 004:01;291[P ]| Pursues 'em thro' long Tracks of Air; 004:01;291[P ]| He puts their General to rout, 004:01;291[P ]| And drives them like a Storm about. 004:01;291[O ]| Our Goddess shall have Death enough; 004:01;291[O ]| Her shrine with Fat of Thousands stuff, 004:01;292[O ]| With gory Heads her Altar fill; 004:01;292[O ]| And Tuns of Blood upon 'em spill. 004:01;292[' ]| <\Enter\ Hannibal, Maherbal, Bomilcar> 004:01;292[P ]| But lo, who comes, what, what are these, 004:01;292[P ]| That pry into out Mysteries? 004:01;292[P ]| Speak, speak, \Aglave\; I'll be gone, 004:01;292[P ]| Their business know, I'll come anon; 004:01;292[P ]| The Fit of Prophecy's come on. 004:01;292[P ]| Our Goddess does the Tunnel wind 004:01;292[P ]| And sacred Horrors swell my Mind. 004:01;292[' ]| <\Exit\> 004:01;292[O ]| What are you? and what is it you would know? 004:01;292[A ]| Men call me \Hannibal\, \Rome's\ dreadful Foe; 004:01;292[A ]| Who after many Battels lost and won, 004:01;292[A ]| Resolve to perish, or my Conquest crown. 004:01;292[A ]| One Day the World's great Empire must decide; 004:01;292[A ]| But, what the Gods and that great Day provide, 004:01;292[A ]| We wish to know, who dare the worst abide. 004:01;292[O ]| \Cumana\ to the sacred Tunnel cleaves, 004:01;292[O ]| Her Breast enlarg'd, the Goddess now receives; 004:01;292[O ]| And now she rages like a \Bacchanal\, 004:01;292[O ]| With Furies acted, rends the holy Veil: 004:01;292[O ]| Full of the Deity, about she roams, 004:01;292[O ]| Stares, gapes, and on the hallow'd Curtain foams; 004:01;292[O ]| Cuts her hot Flesh, grovels upon the Ground, 004:01;292[O ]| Sings, dances, kicks the golden Tripods round. 004:01;292[' ]| <\Enter\ Cumana \scratching her Face, stabbing a Dagger\> 004:01;292[' ]| <\into her Arms; Spirits following her\> 004:01;292[' ]| 004:01;292[P ]| \Beneath the Poplar's Shadow lay me,\ 004:01;292[P ]| \No raging Fires will there dismay me:\ 004:01;292[P ]| \Near some Silver Current lying,\ 004:01;292[P ]| \Under sleepy Poppies dying.\ 004:01;292[P ]| \I swell and am bigger than\ Typhon \e'er was;\ 004:01;292[P ]| \With a strong Band of Brass, O bind me about,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \Lest my Body should burst, for the Secret to pass,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \And a Vent being given, the Fury get out.\ 004:01;293[P ]| \I cannot, I will not be vext any longer.\ 004:01;293[P ]| \While I rage I grow weak, and the Goddess grows stronger.\ 004:01;293[' ]| <\She speaks\> 004:01;293[P ]| If \Hannibal\ to \Zama\ tend, 004:01;293[P ]| His Valour \Scipio\ shall commend; 004:01;293[P ]| And near \Bagrada\, on the Plain, 004:01;293[P ]| There shall be thousand \Romans\ slain. 004:01;293[P ]| Thou with thy old \Italian\ Band 004:01;293[P ]| Shalt put the Consul to a Stand. 004:01;293[' ]| <\Sings\> 004:01;293[P ]| \Hark, hark, the Drums rattle,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \Dub a dub to the Battle;\ 004:01;293[P ]| \Tarara, tarara, the Trumpets too rattle.\ 004:01;293[P ]| \Now, now they come on, and pell-mell they mingle.\ 004:01;293[P ]| \What rustling and bustling.\ 004:01;293[P ]| \And Splinters of Lances with broken arms jingle,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \Gold Trappings, bright Bevers, Swords, Bucklers, and Daggers;\ 004:01;293[P ]| \The stout Man flies on, and the faint-hearted staggers.\ 004:01;293[P ]| \See, the Saddle-Girts burst,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \And the General's unhorst;\ 004:01;293[P ]| \But he rallies agen,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \And brings up his Men,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \Spite of Fortue and Fate,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \And the Gods that oppose,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \He hacks, and he hews,\ 004:01;293[P ]| \Thro' the Hearts of his Foes.\ 004:01;293[P ]| Cease, Goddess, cease thy Servant to torment; 004:01;293[P ]| My Lungs are with prophetick Fury spent. 004:01;293[P ]| The struggling Fates within my Bosom turn, 004:01;293[P ]| And heavenly Fires my trembling Heart-strings burn. 004:01;293[P ]| When will thy Godhead let me rest, 004:01;293[P ]| Too mighty for a mortal Breast? 004:01;294[O ]| \Cumana\, to a Period haste; 004:01;294[O ]| You shall have Ease when you have done, 004:01;294[O ]| And sweet refreshing Slumbers taste 004:01;294[O ]| Upon the Borders of the Moon. 004:01;294[' ]| <\A Dance of Spirits\> 004:01;294[P ]| Lo, afar off the curst \Bithynian\ Band, 004:01;294[P ]| A poison'd General rules upon the Sand. 004:01;294[P ]| Gods! how he swells! how bloated is his Look! 004:01;294[P ]| Death from the Pummel of his Sword he took. 004:01;294[' ]| <\Exit.\> 004:01;294[A ]| Shall \Romans\ fall by \Carthaginians\ Swords, 004:01;294[A ]| And \Carthage\ sink? what mean these mystick Words? 004:01;294[A ]| A foolish Bard as much as this might tell; 004:01;294[A ]| Or a white Witch, without the Aid of Hell. 004:01;294[A ]| More I must know; speak \Rosalinda's\ Doom: 004:01;294[A ]| Let all the Losses of a Battel come, 004:01;294[A ]| May \Scipio\ in the Dust our Glory foil, 004:01;294[A ]| We'll bear the Frowns of \Mars\, if \Cupid\ smile. 004:01;294[O ]| Too curious Mortal, seek not what once known, 004:01;294[O ]| May snatch your Sleep, and make you ever groan. 004:01;294[O ]| Your Fate crouds back, and would not come in view; 004:01;294[O ]| Do not too far th' unwilling Gods pursue: 004:01;294[O ]| Like one who rashly dares give Spirits chase, 004:01;294[O ]| They fly awhile to some dark ruin'd Place, 004:01;294[O ]| Thro' Caverns run, thro' Cloisters dog him round, 004:01;294[O ]| Or dance before him over fairy Ground; 004:01;294[O ]| Till urg'd too far, a Face all pale and sad 004:01;294[O ]| Turns quick upon him, and the Fool runs mad. 004:01;294[C ]| Let's go, my Lord; I am not us'd to fear, 004:01;294[C ]| And yet methinks I dread to tarry here. 004:01;294[B ]| Heaps of the Slain I often have beheld, 004:01;294[B ]| And with my Battle-ax have hundreds fell'd; 004:01;294[B ]| Yet here I'm shaken, th' Objects too funest, 004:01;294[B ]| I'd rather see a Javelin at my Breast. 004:01;294[A ]| \Aglave\, by your Goddess' Arms I swear, 004:01;294[A ]| We will not from the sacred Cavern stir, 004:01;294[A ]| Till you have clear'd my Doubts; tho' every Star 004:01;294[A ]| At your dread Call start from his flaming Sphere; 004:01;295[A ]| Tho' from her Orb, close mantled in a Cloud, 004:01;295[A ]| The Moon slide down to wander in this Wood, 004:01;295[A ]| Tho' with your Charms the Sun Dissolve in Blood: 004:01;295[A ]| Fathom the Depth of Destiny below, 004:01;295[A ]| And all the Terrors of your Magick show. 004:01;295[O ]| Beneath those burden'd Branches stand, 004:01;295[O ]| Safe from the Spirit I command. 004:01;295[O ]| Arise, appear, thou whom his Soul does love, 004:01;295[O ]| His Heart with visionary Horrors move. 004:01;295[' ]| 004:01;295[' ]| <\Breast; two\ Cupids \descend, and hang weeping over her.\> 004:01;295[A ]| Shall \Rosalinda\ then untimely die? 004:01;295[A ]| 'Tis false, and all these damn'd Deceivers lye. 004:01;295[A ]| Facing thy Fate, with my own Sword I'll stand, 004:01;295[A ]| Back'd with my conqu'ring old \Italian\ Band, 004:01;295[A ]| With the same haughty Fierceness rushing on, 004:01;295[A ]| Which the \Saguntines\ City thunder'd down; 004:01;295[A ]| Like \Troy's\ young Hero; 004:01;295[A ]| Who, while the World about him did admire, 004:01;295[A ]| His Father bore thro' Night, Death, Blood and Fire, 004:01;295[A ]| Spite of opposing Hell, and War's worst Arms, 004:01;295[A ]| So I will bear my Love upon my Arms. 004:01;295[C ]| To Horse, my Lord; and leave this cursed Place: 004:01;295[C ]| Let's go and instantly the Consul face. 004:01;295[B ]| No more, in this damn'd Sorceress confide; 004:01;295[B ]| Permit my Sword her Body to divide: 004:01;295[B ]| Or from her Corps cut her enchanted Head, 004:01;295[B ]| And her black Brains upon the Altar shed. 004:01;295[A ]| We'll go, \Maherbal\; with to-morrow's Dawn, 004:01;295[A ]| On the vast Plain our Squadrons shall be drawn. 004:01;295[A ]| Yet for some Minutes Battel shall decline; 004:01;295[A ]| We'll see this Consul e'er our Bodies join; 004:01;295[A ]| And if on equal Terms a Peace may be, 004:01;295[A ]| For \Carthage\ sake I'll court my Enemy. 004:01;295[C ]| 'Tis just you should Deliberation take, 004:01;295[C ]| With Caution deal, and manage the last Stake. 004:01;296[B ]| Your Armies are the Cards which both must play; 004:01;296[B ]| At least come off a Saver if you may. 004:01;296[A ]| But like \Sol's\ Offspring, swell'd with dang'rous Fires, 004:01;296[A ]| He to the Management of all aspires; 004:01;296[A ]| Alone the Scepter of the World would sway, 004:01;296[A ]| Alone would rule the Heaven, and drive the Day. 004:01;296[A ]| Like that indulgent God, I'll first advise; 004:01;296[A ]| Shew him the Tracks thro' which Ambition flies: 004:01;296[A ]| If deaf to all, let him ascend the Throne, 004:01;296[A ]| Snatching at Glories which must weigh him down; 004:01;296[A ]| Like \Jove\ we'll toss him from his glist'ring Chair, 004:01;296[A ]| Sing'd in the Clouds, hissing thro' liquid Air, 004:01;296[A ]| And dart him headlong like a falling Star. 004:01;296[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 004:01;296[' ]| <\Enter\ Scipio, \meeting\ Laelius \disarm'd\; Varro, Trebellius> 004:01;296[D ]| \Laelius\ return'd and sad! tell the Event. 004:01;296[E ]| Too late, my Lord, I was to \Cirta\ sent; 004:01;296[E ]| For e'er some thousand Paces got from hence, 004:01;296[E ]| I \Massinissa\ met, that wretched Prince; 004:01;296[E ]| Not as I us'd, arm'd with a Warriour's Grace, 004:01;296[E ]| Like \Mars\ when thundring on the Plains of \Thrace\, 004:01;296[E ]| But in a Chariot drawn by milk-white Steeds, 004:01;296[E ]| Like soft \Adonis\ driving thro' the Meads, 004:01;296[E ]| And \Sophonisba\ leaning on his Breast, 004:01;296[E ]| Like \Venus\ with her wanton Huntsman blest. 004:01;296[D ]| Are these his Vows? Some new way we must try; 004:01;296[D ]| Rather than live dishonour'd, he shall die. 004:01;296[E ]| Soon as the Tyrant \Syphax\ was o'erthrown, 004:01;296[E ]| With Menaces he forc'd the frighted Town; 004:01;296[E ]| Which enter'd, straight he to the Palace flew, 004:01;296[E ]| Forgetting all his Vows, he lov'd anew, 004:01;296[E ]| The conquer'd did the Conqueror subdue. 004:01;296[E ]| In short, her Tears, and Beauty won so far, 004:01;296[E ]| In view of all the World he married her. 004:01;297[E ]| They are arriv'd, and now upon the Plain, 004:01;297[E ]| In a Pavilion Royal do remain. 004:01;297[D ]| \Trebellius\, go, this subtle Charmer bring: 004:01;297[D ]| Take all our Guards t'assist against the King; 004:01;297[D ]| And say that we'll attend him in his Tent, 004:01;297[D ]| But first expect the Queen be Prisoner sent: 004:01;297[D ]| Tell him she is the \Romans\ Foe; and shall 004:01;297[D ]| A Sacrifice for Blood of Thousands fall. 004:01;297[' ]| <\Exeunt severally\> 004:01;297[' ]| <\Enter\ King*Massinissa, Sophonisba> 004:01;297[G ]| Let him arm all his Pow'r against this Breast, 004:01;297[G ]| My Heart unmov'd shall stand the mighty Test. 004:01;297[G ]| What I have sworn shall like thy Virtue last; 004:01;297[G ]| I'll hold thee to me as my Heart-strings fast. 004:01;297[G ]| Thou Soul of Love! all charming Excellence! 004:01;297[G ]| Whose very Looks drives stormy Troubles hence, 004:01;297[G ]| Does all the Blessings of the Gods dispense. 004:01;297[G ]| Why dost thou tremble? let not saucy Fear, 004:01;297[G ]| Make thy Heart pant, or cause thee shed a Tear. 004:01;297[K ]| Alas, my Lord, 'twere better I were dead, 004:01;297[K ]| In my cold Grave, safe from these Troubles laid; 004:01;297[K ]| Rather ten thousand Racks let me endure, 004:01;297[K ]| Than once be brought into the \Roman\ Pow'r. 004:01;297[K ]| 'Tis true, that you have deeply sworn you would 004:01;297[K ]| Defend me. 004:01;297[G ]| To my Heart's last drop of Blood; 004:01;297[G ]| Or may I by some Coward mangled lie, 004:01;297[G ]| And Dogs and Vultures tear me as I die. 004:01;297[G ]| The Tygress will revenge her ravish'd Young, 004:01;297[G ]| 'Midst Darts, and Spears, and Javelins rush along: 004:01;297[G ]| The Clown, so low and ignorant of Fame, 004:01;297[G ]| Will venture Life to save his swarthy Dame; 004:01;297[G ]| And shall not I for thee waste all this Blood, 004:01;297[G ]| Thou softest Blessing, and the sweetest Good? 004:01;297[K ]| I know not what the Gods for you intend; 004:01;297[K ]| But 'tis most certain I am near my End: 004:01;298[K ]| Not that Death's darkest Horror I can fear; 004:01;298[K ]| But Bondage is a Load I cannot bear. 004:01;298[G ]| Quit all those Fancies that disturb thy Rest, 004:01;298[G ]| And cast thy Melancholy on this Breast. 004:01;298[G ]| This Heart is ever thine. 004:01;298[K ]| O my lov'd Lord; 004:01;298[K ]| If you should break ~~ but you will keep your Word, 004:01;298[K ]| Keep all your Oaths; yet Heaven and you know best, 004:01;298[K ]| Some surfeit with their Love, as on a Feast, 004:01;298[K ]| And then they loath when once they're satiated; 004:01;298[K ]| But you'll remember me when I am dead. 004:01;298[K ]| From these dear Eyes to endless Shades remov'd, 004:01;298[K ]| None e'er will love you sure as I have lov'd. 004:01;298[' ]| <\Enter\ Trebellius> 004:01;298[H ]| Guards wait without ~~ My Lord you must resign 004:01;298[H ]| The Queen, whom I have Orders to confine. 004:01;298[G ]| Touch her not for thy Life, but streight retire, 004:01;298[G ]| Safer thou may'st with Thunder play, kiss Fire, 004:01;298[G ]| Grapple with Death, a Pestilence invade, 004:01;298[G ]| With all his fatal purple Pomp array'd. 004:01;298[' ]| 004:01;298[H ]| Cut off in my full Growth! curse on your Strife; 004:01;298[H ]| To die thus, when I Business had for Life. 004:01;298[H ]| Just \Scipio\ will revenge my Death, beware; 004:01;298[H ]| I feel I'm going, tho' I know not where. 004:01;298[' ]| <\Dies\> 004:01;298[G ]| Nought but thy Blood cou'd wash thy Guilt away, 004:01;298[G ]| What durst the Rancour of thy Heart display, 004:01;298[G ]| And sully with rude Hands the fairest Piece 004:01;298[G ]| That the Gods ever drew? Your Troubles cease: 004:01;298[G ]| I'm in; and now no Hope of Safety's nigh, 004:01;298[G ]| Yet still a King, we will attended die. 004:01;298[G ]| Like a brave Merchant, 004:01;298[G ]| Who when his long-toss'd loaded Vessel hits 004:01;298[G ]| Against some Rock, and with loud Horrour splits; 004:01;299[G ]| First grasps one Casket which does all contain, 004:01;299[G ]| Then fearless, shoots himself into the Main: 004:01;299[G ]| So I with thee, my only Wealth, my All, 004:01;299[G ]| Amidst the num'rous slain at last must fall. 004:01;299[G ]| The Noise comes near: Here safe retire from view, 004:01;299[G ]| Glory and Love shall teach us what to do. 004:01;299[' ]| <\Exit\ Soph%> 004:01;299[' ]| <\Enter\ Scipio, Laelius, Varro, \Guards\> 004:01;299[E ]| \Trebellius\ slain! and in a Woman's Cause! 004:01;299[E ]| Shame to our Arms, Disgrace to Honour's Laws. 004:01;299[E ]| What Flames of Mischief from this Spark might rise? 004:01;299[E ]| 'Tis just with Rigour you his Fault chastise. 004:01;299[D ]| Yet \Massinissa\, thou shalt dearly buy 004:01;299[D ]| Thy ill-got Love, and fatal Gallantry; 004:01;299[D ]| Curl on in wanton Ways, bask in her Charms, 004:01;299[D ]| By \Mars\ she is a Victim to our Arms. 004:01;299[' ]| 004:01;299[G ]| Your high Displeasure in your Face I spy: 004:01;299[G ]| When the great \Scipio\ frowns great Danger's nigh. 004:01;299[G ]| The Fact I must confess, done in defence 004:01;299[G ]| Of Beauty wrong'd, and helpless Innocence. 004:01;299[D ]| Where is that fair Incendiary fled; 004:01;299[D ]| E'er to extremest Rigour we proceed, 004:01;299[D ]| I strictly charge thee bring her forth to bleed; 004:01;299[D ]| Or on thy Person I will Vengeance take, 004:01;299[D ]| And thou shalt perish for thy Mistress's sake. 004:01;299[G ]| With greedy Joy I offer you my Life, 004:01;299[G ]| If by the Gods you'll swear to free my Wife. 004:01;299[D ]| You shall not for her sake have leave to die, 004:01;299[D ]| Nor will I give her Life or Liberty. 004:01;299[D ]| For \Rome\, not for your sake this War was wag'd, 004:01;299[D ]| You only as a Voluntier engag'd: 004:01;299[D ]| Therefore whatever Towns or Captives fall 004:01;299[D ]| Into your hands, they are the \Romans\ all. 004:01;299[G ]| Then thus I draw; think it not Insolence, 004:01;299[G ]| For it's not meant, Sir, in my own Defence, 004:01;299[G ]| But to preserve a sacred Innocence. 004:01;300[G ]| From their bright Thrones perhaps the Gods will glide, 004:01;300[G ]| And range themselves in Battel on my side: 004:01;300[G ]| Beneath a Cause so just I cannot fall, 004:01;300[G ]| I and the Gods will fight it with you all. 004:01;300[D ]| Thou deemst thy Lust an Action great and good; 004:01;300[D ]| Death ought to cool this Fever in thy Blood. 004:01;300[D ]| With me contending against Fate you strive, 004:01;300[D ]| Yet I will Pity shew; take him alive. 004:01;300[G ]| Ingloriously you have a Conquest made, 004:01;300[G ]| That Breast my tim'rous Arm durst not invade. 004:01;300[G ]| My Heart, tho' prompted by her pow'rful Charms, 004:01;300[G ]| Fainted before the Master of my Arms. 004:01;300[G ]| Nor shall you yet my Soul's lov'd Treasure reach, 004:01;300[G ]| My body thus dams up the narrow Breach: 004:01;300[G ]| And he who dares ~~ 004:01;300[G ]| Rashly on this forbidden Earth to tread, 004:01;300[G ]| I'll grasp his Soul, I'll spurn him to the Dead. 004:01;300[' ]| <\Trumpets within, enter\ Menander> 004:01;300[D ]| What means this mournful Noise, whose tragick Sound 004:01;300[D ]| With solemn Horror does my Thoughts confound? 004:01;300[J ]| O sacred Sir! 004:01;300[D ]| What, Soldier, all in Tears? 004:01;300[J ]| Sorrow her*self close Mourner now appears; 004:01;300[J ]| The Prince*Massina slain: See blasted there, 004:01;300[J ]| The Hopes you lov'd, the darling of the War 004:01;300[J ]| That beauteous Captive who with you did treat, 004:01;300[J ]| He to the \Carthaginian\ Camp did wait: 004:01;300[J ]| Where \Hannibal\ of 's Beauty jealous grown, 004:01;300[J ]| Cast him in Bands; but when his Birth was known, 004:01;300[J ]| As soon unbound; but then Despair did move, 004:01;300[J ]| Despair of Glory, and Despair of Love: 004:01;300[J ]| Which when the Royal Youth had rashly weigh'd, 004:01;300[J ]| And Fate with murm'ring Thoughts awhile delay'd; 004:01;300[J ]| A Ponyard from his Robe unmark'd he took, 004:01;300[J ]| And to his Heart the deadly Weapon strook. 004:01;301[D ]| Behold, of furious Love the dire Event! 004:01;301[D ]| Yet, \Massinissa\, wilt thou not repent? 004:01;301[D ]| Behold the Pledge you left, for your default, 004:01;301[D ]| By Heaven's high Justice to Perdition brought. 004:01;301[G ]| Was ever Man thus wretched, and durst live? 004:01;301[G ]| Yet will I not one Tear to Nature give; 004:01;301[G ]| Left Bankrupt-like I lavish what's not mine, 004:01;301[G ]| Since all my stock of Sorrow, Love, is thine. 004:01;301[D ]| Remove the Prince's Body from his Sight, 004:01;301[D ]| Lest too much Grief should to Distraction fright. 004:01;301[D ]| Yet if thou'lt bring her forth, we will forget 004:01;301[D ]| This daring Rashness which is Passion's heat; 004:01;301[D ]| Thy Glory too with Laurels we'll advance, 004:01;301[D ]| And with due Praise thy valiant Acts inhance: 004:01;301[D ]| Thy Pile of Honour this right Hand shall build. 004:01;301[D ]| Why dost thou weep? 004:01;301[G ]| Because I dare not yield: 004:01;301[G ]| No, Sir, my Love I never can betray, 004:01;301[G ]| Tho' you have touch'd me in the noblest way. 004:01;301[D ]| Canst thou both Promises and Threats refuse? 004:01;301[G ]| Death, or what's worse, you only bid me chuse. 004:01;301[D ]| Bring forth thy Love, and Life thou shalt enjoy. 004:01;301[G ]| Is that a Life? Your purpose act; destroy: 004:01;301[G ]| Turn all your Javelins Points against this Breast; 004:01;301[G ]| But let it not of Love be dispossest. 004:01;301[D ]| Must I, who can command, thus vainly sue? 004:01;301[G ]| My stubborn Heart Death only can subdue. 004:01;301[D ]| Then take that Death which you so little dread. 004:01;301[' ]| <\Enter\ Sophonisba> 004:01;301[K ]| Stay, Tyrant, hold; first thou shalt strike me dead: 004:01;301[K ]| Come on, with thy brave Sword rip up my Breast, 004:01;301[K ]| And fix my panting Heart on thy proud Crest; 004:01;301[K ]| There let it hang, thy Valour's Trophy grown, 004:01;301[K ]| To all the wondring World let it be shown: 004:01;301[K ]| That none but Fools the Conquest may deplore, 004:01;301[K ]| While all the Brave admire the Conqueror: 004:01;302[K ]| A Conqueror so great, with one sole Blow, 004:01;302[K ]| He cou'd even \Hercules\ himself out-do. 004:01;302[K ]| O Heavens! he durst attempt, (what shall I say? 004:01;302[K ]| What Words his Heart's fierce Grandeur can display?) 004:01;302[K ]| In heat of Blood he durst a Woman slay! 004:01;302[D ]| When Ladies rail, a Soldier should be mute: 004:01;302[D ]| Besides, I have no Leisure to dispute. 004:01;302[D ]| As \Helen\ did to \Troy\ Perdition bring, 004:01;302[D ]| Where'er you come, your Eyes Destruction fling. 004:01;302[D ]| When will your thirsty Charms with Blood be cloy'd? 004:01;302[D ]| Two Kings you have like that fair \Greek\ destroy'd: 004:01;302[D ]| Spite of your Pride, you shall to \Rome\ be led; 004:01;302[D ]| And there, for all your Witchcrafts, lose your Head. 004:01;302[K ]| On with thy Threats, thy violent course pursue: 004:01;302[K ]| Enjoy thy bloody Wishes, Tyger, do; 004:01;302[K ]| \Barbarian\, for in \Rome\ thou wert not born; 004:01;302[K ]| By such a Wretch her Glories are not worn, 004:01;302[K ]| Unless when drest up to be sacrific'd: 004:01;302[K ]| To thee, the \Moors\ and \Goths\ are civiliz'd. 004:01;302[K ]| Gorge thy*self, \Saturn\, make my Flesh thy Food, 004:01;302[K ]| And laugh when thou art drunk with a Queen's Blood. 004:01;302[G ]| All will be well; fair Excellence, retire; 004:01;302[G ]| Add not fresh Fuel to the dying Fire. 004:01;302[K ]| To you, and Heaven, my Heart must ever bow; 004:01;302[K ]| Consul, with thee I am not angry now. 004:01;302[D ]| Observe, ungovern'd Prince, with how much ease 004:01;302[D ]| This Royal Foe we, if we would, might seize; 004:01;302[D ]| Yet, on your Promise that he shall not go, 004:01;302[D ]| Till we the Fate of War at \Zama\ know, 004:01;302[D ]| We will permit her in your Tent remain. 004:01;302[D ]| But O my Friend, break this inglorious Chain, 004:01;302[D ]| Contrive some means to keep your Faith with me; 004:01;302[D ]| And set your Heart from that curst Charmer free. 004:01;302[' ]| <\Exit\> 004:01;302[G ]| O rigid Honour, must we sep'rate then! 004:01;302[G ]| Lose all the Sweets of Life to purchase Pain! 004:01;302[J ]| If she were dead, your Glory were secure. 004:01;303[G ]| But could I then this wretched Life endure? 004:01;303[G ]| Without her live? It's fatal to refuse, 004:01;303[G ]| And Glory ruins me if Love I chuse. 004:01;303[G ]| What help, \Menander\? 004:01;303[J ]| 'Tis the Sport of Heav'n, 004:01;303[J ]| When Ships on Rocks are in the Harbour driv'n: 004:01;303[J ]| Having through thousand stormy Dangers past, 004:01;303[J ]| In prospect of your Bliss, you're wrack'd at last. 004:01;303[G ]| Like one, who having scap'd the Waves, arrives 004:01;303[G ]| To some lone Rock, and there more wretched lives; 004:01;303[G ]| Half famish'd, on the rugged Flint he stands, 004:01;303[G ]| Viewing with watry Eyes the distant Strands, 004:01;303[G ]| And past his Call, Men walking on the Lands: 004:01;303[G ]| With Sighs he swells the Wind; and looking round, 004:01;303[G ]| Mourns his sad Choice, or to be starv'd or drown'd. 004:01;303[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 005:01;303[' ]| 005:01;303[' ]| <\Enter\ Hannibal \and\ Scipio> 005:01;303[A ]| Art thou the Chief whom Men fam'd \Scipio\ call? 005:01;303[D ]| Art thou the much more famous \Hannibal\? 005:01;303[A ]| Since by our partial Fate it is ordain'd, 005:01;303[A ]| That I, who have such dreadful Battels gain'd, 005:01;303[A ]| That, Torrent like, which from some Mountain falls, 005:01;303[A ]| Ran from the cloudy \Alps\ to \Rome's\ proud Walls, 005:01;303[A ]| Shou'd now at last for Peace inglorious sue; 005:01;303[A ]| I thank the Gods that they have chosen you 005:01;303[A ]| To reap that Honour by this Interview. 005:01;303[D ]| In civil Praise, and from so brave a Foe, 005:01;303[D ]| True Courage does a Sense of Pleasure show: 005:01;303[D ]| Thy Words inspire me with such vast Delight, 005:01;303[D ]| 'Twill scarce be more to vanquish thee in Fight. 005:01;303[A ]| 'Twas much the Gods to our Fore-fathers gave, 005:01;303[A ]| That you should \Italy\, we \Africk\ have. 005:01;304[A ]| Our \Africk\ Arms much \Roman\ Blood have spilt, 005:01;304[A ]| And \Carthage\ has the \Roman\ Fury felt. 005:01;304[A ]| What say'st thou, \Scipio\, is it Peace or War? 005:01;304[A ]| Th' Invasion made by us we will repair: 005:01;304[A ]| We'll give you \Sicily, Sardinia, Spain\, 005:01;304[A ]| And all the Islands which our Arms did gain 005:01;304[A ]| 'Twixt \Italy\ and \Africk\ on the Main. 005:01;304[A ]| Thy boiling Courage does to War incline, 005:01;304[A ]| And Glory more than Profit you design, 005:01;304[A ]| Such Fortune once did on our Genius shine: 005:01;304[A ]| But long Experience and the Chance of War, 005:01;304[A ]| Makes me at present certain Peace prefer. 005:01;304[A ]| Grasp not at Scepters, which may turn to Rods; 005:01;304[A ]| To*day is yours, to*morrow is the Gods. 005:01;304[D ]| That your late landing upon \Leptis'\ Coast, 005:01;304[D ]| Restor'd those Hopes which drooping \Carthage\ lost, 005:01;304[D ]| All must confess; we know you are that Man, 005:01;304[D ]| Whose Glory to the utmost \Thule\ ran; 005:01;304[D ]| Born in a Winter's Camp, in Battels bred, 005:01;304[D ]| Whilst yet a Stripling durst an Army head, 005:01;304[D ]| Whose very Name could make the \Romans\ mourn, 005:01;304[D ]| And forc'd dead Groans from ev'ry hollow Urn: 005:01;304[D ]| The boldest Senators begun to droop; 005:01;304[D ]| Yet when all fainted, I alone stood up, 005:01;304[D ]| And fac'd that Storm which threaten'd from afar; 005:01;304[D ]| Shot warmth, and rose upon 'em like a Star: 005:01;304[D ]| To \Africk\ came, and in a few Months retriev'd 005:01;304[D ]| All that your Arms for many Years atchiev'd. 005:01;304[D ]| Peace I refuse, unless you offer more: 005:01;304[D ]| You give nought yet but what was ours before. 005:01;304[D ]| Since all the neighbour Kings our Actions eye, 005:01;304[D ]| It rests at last we should our Fortune try; 005:01;304[D ]| Let one victorious be, the other die. 005:01;304[A ]| Gods, that the glorious \Hannibal\ should bow 005:01;304[A ]| To be refus'd! it shall be Battel now. 005:01;304[A ]| Forgetful Hero, couldst thou court the Son, 005:01;304[A ]| Twice by whose Force his Father was o'erthrown? 005:01;305[A ]| \Scipio\, thou mayst too late repent thy Pride, 005:01;305[A ]| And vainly in thy Death this Fury chide. 005:01;305[A ]| On \Fabius\ think, \Rome's\ Shield, her Guard from harms; 005:01;305[A ]| Her Sword, \Marcellus\, broken by my Arms: 005:01;305[A ]| Remember great \Emilius\ slain by me; 005:01;305[A ]| And then think last what may thy Fortune be, 005:01;305[A ]| N'er yet the Day be done, 005:01;305[A ]| With Seas of Gore we'll drown the neighb'ring Wood, 005:01;305[A ]| And yonder Sun shall set in \Roman\ Blood. 005:01;305[D ]| Prepare to hear thy last Alarms. 005:01;305[A ]| In Battel we shall meet; to Arms, to Arms. 005:01;305[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 005:01;305[' ]| <\Enter\ Rosalinda \in Man's Apparel\> 005:01;305[L ]| Thus drest, and with this warlike Weapon drawn, 005:01;305[L ]| What hinders but an Army I lead on? 005:01;305[L ]| O cruel Nature, why didst thou disgrace 005:01;305[L ]| So brave a Spirit, with a Female Face? 005:01;305[L ]| All Women wou'd, but sure no Woman can, 005:01;305[L ]| Be chang'd into that lordly Creature Man. 005:01;305[L ]| However with this Garb I fit my Mind, 005:01;305[L ]| Whose high Ambition has great Things design'd: 005:01;305[L ]| I'll out, and chase, if \Hannibal\ succeeds; 005:01;305[L ]| And if he falls, then \Rosalinda\ bleeds. 005:01;305[' ]| <\Enter\ Hannibal, Maherbal, Bomilcar> 005:01;305[A ]| Both Wings are lost, the \Carthaginians\ yield, 005:01;305[A ]| Fierce \Caius*Laelius\ drives them thro' the Field: 005:01;305[A ]| The \Gauls\ and the \Ligurians\ quit their Ground; 005:01;305[A ]| The \Massisilian\ King does all confound 005:01;305[A ]| With such swift Force his Arms our Troops assail, 005:01;305[A ]| As Hurricanes toss Showers, and scatter Hail. 005:01;305[C ]| Wild as our Elephants, about he raves, 005:01;305[C ]| And tramples on those mercenary Slaves, 005:01;305[C ]| Whose scouring thro' the Field avoid his Stroke, 005:01;305[C ]| And fly like Flocks of Doves before a Hawk 005:01;305[B ]| Your valiant old \Italian\ Troops stand fast, 005:01;305[B ]| Resolv'd to fight your Battel to the last 005:01;306[B ]| The conqu'ring Consul riding o'er the Plain, 005:01;306[B ]| With all his officers and bravest men, 005:01;306[B ]| The \Hastasi\ and \Triarii\, this way mcomes, 005:01;306[B ]| With Trumpets sounding, and with beat of Drums. 005:01;306[A ]| Auspicious \Juno\, thou that didst e'er while 005:01;306[A ]| Favour our Cause, and on our \Carthage\ smile; 005:01;306[A ]| Prosper our Arms this bloody dreadful Day, 005:01;306[A ]| And \Hannibal\ shall the Foundation lay 005:01;306[A ]| Of such a Temple sacred to thy Name, 005:01;306[A ]| As ne'er was found in the Records of Fame. 005:01;306[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 005:01;306[' ]| <\Enter\ King*Massinissa, Laelius> 005:01;306[G ]| Their Flight has wing'd the Cowards; let 'em fly, 005:01;306[G ]| Not worthy by such conqu'ring Swords to die. 005:01;306[G ]| 'Tis time we to the Consul should repair, 005:01;306[G ]| Rejoin our Forces, and conclude the War. 005:02;306[' ]| 005:02;306[' ]| <\the Consul gives Ground.\> 005:02;306[' ]| <\Enter\ King*Massinissa \and\ Laelius, \and beat\ Hannibal \off\> 005:02;306[D ]| Gods, what prodigious Valour have you sent, 005:02;306[D ]| And what Rewards are worthy to present! 005:02;306[D ]| O \Massinissa\! 005:02;306[D ]| With what impetuous Swiftness Fortune's Wheel 005:02;306[D ]| Turn'd with thy Strokes! How did the Valiant reel; 005:02;306[E ]| As when some distant Lab'rer hews an Oak, 005:02;306[E ]| We see his Arm rais'd for a second Stroak, 005:02;306[E ]| E'er the first blow's Report can reach our Ear; 005:02;306[E ]| So flagg'd our Sense; nor could it reach him there. 005:02;306[D ]| Th' \Italian\ Troops shrunk from his Martial Fire, 005:02;306[D ]| But \Hannibal\ himself did last retire: 005:02;306[D ]| All Lion like, 005:02;306[D ]| Whom a bold Band of Huntsmen having found, 005:02;306[D ]| And dar'd to rouze, he rolls his Eyes around, 005:02;306[D ]| Lashing his Sides, and tearing up the Ground, 005:02;307[D ]| With Trouble from th' unequal Skirmish goes, 005:02;307[D ]| Majestick stalks, and turns upon his Foes; 005:02;307[D ]| So from the Fight went the great General, 005:02;307[D ]| Proud in his Loss, and rising in his Fall. 005:02;307[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 005:02;307[' ]| <\Enter Soldiers skirmishing\, Rosalinda \falls\> 005:02;307[L ]| Heav'n thou hast done thy worst, there needs no more; 005:02;307[L ]| Bold with my Overthrow, I brave thy Pow'r, 005:02;307[L ]| And shake the Glass that holds my latest Hour. 005:02;307[L ]| O \Hannibal\! die I for this design 005:02;307[L ]| This Heart, this Youth and Beauty only thine? 005:02;307[L ]| Pride and Neglect on every Lover hurl'd, 005:02;307[L ]| Scorn'd him that conquers thee, and all the World? 005:02;307[L ]| From me, lost Hero, learn, be great and die: 005:02;307[L ]| The Brave should bleed for loss of Victory. 005:02;307[' ]| <\Enter\ Hannibal, Maherbal, Bomilcar> 005:02;307[A ]| \Carthage\ is lost, and \Hannibal\ o'erthrown; 005:02;307[A ]| What is there left that we may call our own? 005:02;307[A ]| The bleeding World Rome does by Conquest claim, 005:02;307[A ]| And swells the Prize with our revolted Fame: 005:02;307[A ]| Yet spite of Fate our length of Earth we have; 005:02;307[A ]| Thus vanquish'd, Glory shrowd thee in a Grave. 005:02;307[C ]| Hold, General; the Gods your Death forbid; 005:02;307[C ]| Vengeance is due, first let false \Hanno\ bleed, 005:02;307[C ]| Who cut the Wings of Conquest till she fell. 005:02;307[B ]| By me he shall be headlong sent to Hell, 005:02;307[B ]| Where Fiends for Treason kindle double Fire; 005:02;307[B ]| Then let the famous \Hannibal\ expire. 005:02;307[L ]| Sure I the Name of \Hannibal\ did hear; 005:02;307[L ]| \Maherbal\, tell me, is the General there? 005:02;307[B ]| Approach, my Lord, view well this wounded Fair: 005:02;307[B ]| Sure in your \Capuan\ Mistress I have seen 005:02;307[B ]| The same majestick Air, and charming Mein. 005:02;308[A ]| Ha! thou hast rouz'd a Thought that racks me more 005:02;308[A ]| Than all the Losses I in Battel bore. 005:02;308[A ]| Either I dream, or in this closing Eye 005:02;308[A ]| My dazzled Senses \Rosalinda\ spy. 005:02;308[L ]| Where do th' ambitious rest? O \Hannibal\! 005:02;308[A ]| What art, that dost upon the wretched call? 005:02;308[L ]| One that's more wretched, and more rash than thou, 005:02;308[L ]| That would to Fate, and not to \Scipio\ bow. 005:02;308[L ]| Disguis'd, and dying \Rosalinda\ see, 005:02;308[L ]| Who mourns in Death thy Loss of Victory 005:02;308[L ]| That last Disgrace. 005:02;308[A ]| Dire Goddess, of this War, 005:02;308[A ]| Too true I find all thy Presages are. 005:02;308[A ]| The Gods have giv'n a double Overthrow; 005:02;308[A ]| Wou'd I had bravely perish'd by my Foe, 005:02;308[A ]| Stretch'd in the Field, this Loss I had not known, 005:02;308[A ]| Nor should my tortur'd Soul thy Ruin moan. 005:02;308[L ]| Is it so hard our Wishes to obtain? 005:02;308[L ]| Sad Hearts with bleeding lose Love's burning Pain. 005:02;308[A ]| O dying Fair, look up, revive awhile; 005:02;308[A ]| With one short Joy eternal Care beguile: 005:02;308[A ]| The setting Sun, all curtain'd round by Night, 005:02;308[A ]| At this Departure gives a larger Light. 005:02;308[L ]| Flow faster Blood; it will not be, I fear, 005:02;308[L ]| The Wound's too small, Death cannot enter here: 005:02;308[L ]| But shall I stay behind when Honour's fled? 005:02;308[A ]| Live, and I'll raise that Honour from the dead. 005:02;308[L ]| Renown runs on, like Time, but ne'er turns back. 005:02;308[A ]| Then we that swift Renown will overtake: 005:02;308[A ]| We'll haste where Glory baits, to every Hold, 005:02;308[A ]| And mount new Fame till we out-strip the old. 005:02;308[L ]| Dear \Hannibal\, alas! I wish I cou'd: 005:02;308[L ]| But 'twill not be; Life trembling takes the Flood, 005:02;308[L ]| Till well nigh swallow'd up in Waves of Blood. 005:02;308[L ]| The \Roman\ Glory shines too fatal bright, 005:02;308[L ]| And with its gathering Lustre dims my Sight: 005:02;309[L ]| Eternally adieu: My Body take, 005:02;309[L ]| Chaste and entire I kept it for your sake: 005:02;309[L ]| 'Tis the least Present that I now can make. 005:02;309[' ]| <\Dies\> 005:02;309[A ]| For*ever gone! All her sweet Stock of Breath 005:02;309[A ]| Spent in one Sigh; the Riot of rich Death. 005:02;309[A ]| Now by my Arms the Gods too partial are, 005:02;309[A ]| Or else they envy'd my full Trade of War; 005:02;309[A ]| Which cou'd so vast a State of Beauty buy, 005:02;309[A ]| As far surpass'd the Manors of the Sky. 005:02;309[A ]| Dead \Rosalinda\ ~~ 005:02;309[C ]| Raise you from the Ground, 005:02;309[C ]| And let not Love your Virtue's Force confound; 005:02;309[C ]| Where is that Heat and haughty Courage gone, 005:02;309[C ]| Which against Nature's Lets your Troops led on? 005:02;309[B ]| Think you for nought the Gods such Valour gave? 005:02;309[B ]| You should prop Thrones, and falling Kingdoms save. 005:02;309[B ]| Bury'd in Thought, and deaf to Honour's Call, 005:02;309[B ]| Your Soul beneath her mighty pitch does fall. 005:02;309[A ]| \Maherbal\, no; astonish'd thou shalt be; 005:02;309[A ]| We dare be brave in Spite of Destiny. 005:02;309[A ]| Tho' robb'd of all the Riches Love cou'd give, 005:02;309[A ]| And stript of Glory too, yet will we live 005:02;309[A ]| Courage is form'd of the Etherial Mold, 005:02;309[A ]| And round it Bands of Adamant are roll'd. 005:02;309[A ]| To this still haughty Breast such Fire is given, 005:02;309[A ]| I could the summons meet of Hell or Heaven: 005:02;309[A ]| Could, like the great eternal Mover, sway 005:02;309[A ]| The World in Arms, and teach him to obey. 005:02;309[A ]| 'Twas noble Grief that lately chang'd my Form, 005:02;309[A ]| But I am ruffled now into a Storm. 005:02;309[C ]| Your Mistress' Body hence we will convey, 005:02;309[C ]| And in some hallow'd Vault her Relicks lay. 005:02;309[B ]| Like Pilgrims once a Year we'll mourning go, 005:02;309[B ]| And on her Urn sad Yew with Cypress throw, 005:02;309[B ]| And all our Stocks of Tears and Sighs bestow. 005:02;309[A ]| For*ever, brightest of thy Kind, farewel, 005:02;309[A ]| Who wert too worthy, therefore early fell. 005:02;310[A ]| As the young \Phoenix\ does, in sacred Myrrh, 005:02;310[A ]| His Father's Dust to the Sun's Temple bear, 005:02;310[A ]| So in Fame's Houses shalt thou honour'd be, 005:02;310[A ]| And every God shall have a Grain of thee. 005:02;310[B ]| Since Glory she with her last Breath profest, 005:02;310[B ]| May wish'd Dominion widen all your Breast. 005:02;310[A ]| Haste, haste, \Maherbal\, and fresh Levies make; 005:02;310[A ]| Honour that did but now calm Slumbers take, 005:02;310[A ]| Shall like the Ocean in a Tempest wake: 005:02;310[A ]| We'll pass new \Alps\, new Consuls overthrow, 005:02;310[A ]| To \Rome\ with far more dreadful Armies go; 005:02;310[A ]| Forcing the \Appian\ and \Emilian\ way, 005:02;310[A ]| To the \Saburra\ we'll pursue the Fray; 005:02;310[A ]| Nor stop till \Rosalinda's\ Statue, crown'd, 005:02;310[A ]| Sits in the Capitol with God enthron'd. 005:02;310[' ]| <\Exeunt\> 005:02;310[' ]| <\Enter\ Scipio, King*Massinissa, Laelius, \&c%\> 005:02;310[D ]| I grieve, brave Prince, so often to deny; 005:02;310[D ]| She must a Captive be, or we must die. 005:02;310[G ]| I know she must, if you will have it so; 005:02;310[G ]| But Pardon may be granted to a Foe: 005:02;310[G ]| O spare her then; as you would be forgiven 005:02;310[G ]| At your last Hour, when you prepare for Heaven. 005:02;310[D ]| Learn to ask Blessings; those you shall not want: 005:02;310[D ]| This is a Curse, which I can never grant. 005:02;310[D ]| Like one, who in a burning Fever lies, 005:02;310[D ]| And begs for Water, if he drinks, he dies: 005:02;310[D ]| I like a wise Physician, thwart your Will, 005:02;310[D ]| And vanquish your Distemper with my Skill. 005:02;310[G ]| For the Gods sake, for Friendship, Glory, Love, 005:02;310[G ]| By all that's good below, or blest above, 005:02;310[G ]| Let not at last my well-taught Courage droop; 005:02;310[G ]| Break not the Heart, which you have foster'd up. 005:02;310[G ]| Oh \Sophonisba\! ~~ Give her to my Prayers, 005:02;310[G ]| To these fast rising Sighs, and falling Tears: 005:02;310[G ]| No other Crown I ask as Valour's due, 005:02;310[G ]| For all that I have done, or all that I shall do. 005:02;311[G ]| Lo, at your Knees behold a Monarch fall; 005:02;311[G ]| Yet more, your Friend, and then I have said all. 005:02;311[D ]| Let not your Passion Royalty degrade; 005:02;311[D ]| Rise, valiant Prince, I've thought of what you said; 005:02;311[D ]| And as your Friend, my Temper cannot keep, 005:02;311[D ]| Mourn your Misfortunes, and like you can weep; 005:02;311[D ]| Curse \Roman\ Tyranny, and wish you were 005:02;311[D ]| For*ever join'd with that unhappy Fair. 005:02;311[G ]| O you have blest me! 005:02;311[D ]| \Massinissa\, stay; 005:02;311[D ]| You only heard what Friendship bid me say: 005:02;311[D ]| But as \Rome's\ Consul, and the Lord of Power, 005:02;311[D ]| I now command you never see her more, 005:02;311[D ]| Unless the View to her may fatal be; 005:02;311[D ]| This is my last immutable Decree. 005:02;311[G ]| Is your feign'd Pity come to this? your Tears 005:02;311[G ]| Falser than those which \Aegypt's\ Monster wears? 005:02;311[G ]| Tyrannick \Rome\! barb'rous are all thy Laws; 005:02;311[G ]| Have I for this, in thy accursed Cause, 005:02;311[G ]| Starv'd Life, by lavishing her precious Food, 005:02;311[G ]| My Spirits lost, emptied my dearest Blood, 005:02;311[G ]| Fought till I Rampiers made of Bodies round; 005:02;311[G ]| So mark'd with Fate, that I appear'd one Wound, 005:02;311[G ]| Yet rais'd thy bleeding Eagles from the Ground? 005:02;311[D ]| Think no more on't; her Memory forget. 005:02;311[G ]| Cut me to Atoms, tear my Soul out; yet 005:02;311[G ]| In every smallest Particle of me 005:02;311[G ]| You shall the Form of \Sophonisba\ see: 005:02;311[G ]| All like my Soul, and all in ev'ry Part; 005:02;311[G ]| Bath'd in my Eyes, and bleeding in my Heart. 005:02;311[D ]| \Lelius\, secure the Queen. 005:02;311[G ]| Stay, \Lelius\, stay; 005:02;311[G ]| I've done, my Lord, and will your Power obey: 005:02;311[G ]| The queen shall die, on a King's Word she shall; 005:02;311[G ]| She must a Victim for the Empire fall. 005:02;311[G ]| How am I now? 005:02;311[D ]| For \Sophonisba's\ Loss, 005:02;311[D ]| Your Arms \Numidia's\ Empire shall engross. 005:02;312[D ]| For your late Gallantry at \Zama\ shown, 005:02;312[D ]| Kind \Rome\ presents you an Imperial Crown, 005:02;312[D ]| Salutes you King. Now all your Griefs defy; 005:02;312[D ]| Thus we embrace thee as our brave Ally, 005:02;312[D ]| Give your Grief Truce: thus prais'd and thus adorn'd, 005:02;312[D ]| Let all the Beauties of the Earth be scorn'd. 005:02;312[' ]| <\Exit\> 005:02;312[G ]| Scorn'd be your Glory more, and \Roman\ Pride, 005:02;312[G ]| While I in Winding-sheets embrace my Bride. 005:02;312[G ]| For 'tis decreed that we must never part, 005:02;312[G ]| We'll be one Spirit, as we are now one Heart: 005:02;312[G ]| Traverse the glitt'ring Chambers of the Sky, 005:02;312[G ]| Born in a Cloud, in View of Fate I'll lie; 005:02;312[G ]| And press her Soul, while Gods stand wishing by. 005:02;312[J ]| My Lord, if you would hear. 005:02;312[G ]| What canst thou say? 005:02;312[J ]| Reason's a Rebel when high Passions sway. 005:02;312[G ]| And such art thou; yet speak, what shall I do? 005:02;312[G ]| Instruct me to be greatly false, or true. 005:02;312[J ]| The Queen must die. 005:02;312[G ]| Ha! must? no more. 005:02;312[J ]| She to the Gods is given, or \Roman\ Power. 005:02;312[G ]| Neither; she shall not die, nor shall she live 005:02;312[G ]| The \Romans\ Slave; I'll give her a Reprieve. 005:02;312[J ]| But how? 005:02;312[G ]| Why thus: I'll kill my*self, kill thee, 005:02;312[G ]| \Rome, Carthage\, all the World; and then she shall live free. 005:02;312[J ]| Glory or Beauty 'tis ordain'd you lose. 005:02;312[G ]| O \Rome\! O Heaven! both equally my Foes! 005:02;312[G ]| Was ever Heart thus miserably torn? 005:02;312[G ]| Were ever Woes like mine so calmly born? 005:02;312[G ]| From the Contagion of my Troubles take 005:02;312[G ]| As much as might the Spring a Winter make, 005:02;312[G ]| Freeze the hot Blood of a crown'd Conquerour, 005:02;312[G ]| Damp the wish'd Joys of a young bridal Pair; 005:02;312[G ]| Yet then I shall have more than Man can bear. 005:02;312[J ]| When Virtue thus oppress'd Mankind does see, 005:02;312[J ]| What fearful dreaming Fool will pious be? 005:02;313[J ]| Martyrs no more shall Racks or Flames require, 005:02;313[J ]| Nor dying with; but only Life desire, 005:02;313[J ]| To murder Priests, and Temples set on fire. 005:02;313[G ]| Why, ye immortal Gods, is all this care? 005:02;313[G ]| Why do you drive your Creatures to despair? 005:02;313[G ]| Had I upon my Throne sat King of Fears, 005:02;313[G ]| The Orphans wrong'd, or drunk the Widow's Tears; 005:02;313[G ]| Had I brav'd Heav'n by some outrageous Sin, 005:02;313[G ]| For these Afflictions there had reason been: 005:02;313[G ]| But 'tis all well, I no Injustice have; 005:02;313[G ]| The Gods but take the Being which they gave. 005:02;313[G ]| \Menander\, haste, two Bowls with Poison fill; 005:02;313[G ]| And, when I call, like Fate, come forth and kill. 005:02;313[J ]| 'Tis a dread Deed to which you urge my Hand. 005:02;313[G ]| It's glorious too, dispute not my Command. 005:02;313[J ]| I'll not presume to fathom your deep Thought; 005:02;313[J ]| But straight your Will shall by your Slave be wrought. 005:02;313[' ]| <\Exit\> 005:02;313[G ]| Love and Ambition have their utmost done, 005:02;313[G ]| 'Twas Love assur'd, Ambition led me on. 005:02;313[G ]| Like a rash Boy, who a steep Mountain climbs, 005:02;313[G ]| Big with brave Thoughts of reaching Heav'n betimes, 005:02;313[G ]| He puffs and blows, and mighty Pains he takes, 005:02;313[G ]| Plies all his Strength, and much ado he makes; 005:02;313[G ]| But having reach'd the Top, he views aloof 005:02;313[G ]| The fancy'd Heav'n, and all the painted Roof; 005:02;313[G ]| So did Ambition draw me with a Wile, 005:02;313[G ]| And fleeting Love my tow'ring Hopes beguile. 005:02;313[' ]| <\Exit\> 005:02;313[' ]| <\Enter\ Sophonisba> 005:02;313[K ]| The Consul is return'd with Conquest crown'd; 005:02;313[K ]| Triumphant Voices rend the echoing Ground, 005:02;313[K ]| And to the Heav'ns the Trumpets Clangors found; 005:02;313[K ]| Yet I no News of \Massinissa\ hear: 005:02;313[K ]| Should he be slain, which I with Reason fear, 005:02;313[K ]| Most lost of Women, desperate, undone, 005:02;313[K ]| What could'st thou do? what Gods couldst thou atone? 005:02;314[K ]| Abhord'd, thou must to angry \Rome\ repair, 005:02;314[K ]| And all the Cruelties of Bondage bear. 005:02;314[K ]| No, \Sophonisba\, think what thou hast been, 005:02;314[K ]| The Mistress of two Monarchs, twice a Queen. 005:02;314[K ]| If thou must fall, bravely resign thy Breath, 005:02;314[K ]| And be above the \Romans\, in thy Death. 005:02;314[' ]| <\Enter\ King*Massinissa> 005:02;314[K ]| Oh my lov'd Lord! are you then come at last? 005:02;314[K ]| Are you alive? and do I hold you fast? 005:02;314[G ]| Best of thy Sex, and dearer than my Life, 005:02;314[G ]| The fairest Mistress, and the gentlest Wife! 005:02;314[G ]| So great and glorious, Emperors envy thee; 005:02;314[G ]| And art so good that the Gods envy me. 005:02;314[G ]| They sent thee here, but as an Angel Scout, 005:02;314[G ]| With a short light'ning view, to gaze and out: 005:02;314[G ]| Torments of Hell, and Racks of Destiny! 005:02;314[G ]| Thou must, Oh that I live to speak it! die. 005:02;314[K ]| Blest Sound! we shall not then to \Rome\ be led; 005:02;314[K ]| But solemn Triumphs have in Honour's Bed. 005:02;314[K ]| This last Alarm my drooping Spirits chears, 005:02;314[K ]| As when the Warriour his lov'd Trumpet hears, 005:02;314[K ]| His martial Blood begins to warm apace, 005:02;314[K ]| And boils, and flushes in his kindling Face. 005:02;314[K ]| And much he longs to strive in Glory's Race. 005:02;314[K ]| Speak Death again, my Guard and sure Defence; 005:02;314[K ]| It bears a mighty Sound, and mighty Sense. 005:02;314[G ]| O keep thee there, now while thy Virtues glow, 005:02;314[G ]| And dart Divinity, I'll give the Blow, 005:02;314[G ]| Come forth, \Menander\, with those fatal Bowls, 005:02;314[G ]| Whose Juice, tho' it the Body's Force controuls, 005:02;314[G ]| Revives the Mind, and flakes the Thirst of Souls. 005:02;314[' ]| <\Enter\ Menander, \with two Bowls\> 005:02;314[G ]| Give me the Draught. 005:02;314[K ]| What means my Royal Love? 005:02;314[G ]| By your bright self, by all the Pow'rs above, 005:02;314[G ]| No Angels Eloquence my Soul shall move. 005:02;315[G ]| To die with thee, and thy dear Honour save; 005:02;315[G ]| What greater Glory could th' Ambitious have? 005:02;315[G ]| 'Twill build a Palace for me in the Grave. 005:02;315[G ]| Not but that in the Agonies of Breath, 005:02;315[G ]| I tremble when I think upon thy Death. 005:02;315[K ]| Thou best of Men, whose Fame where'er it flies, 005:02;315[K ]| Shall draw up bleeding Hearts, and weeping Eyes, 005:02;315[K ]| Let not your Soul tremble for me; for I 005:02;315[K ]| Can fear no Torment, but to see you die. 005:02;315[G ]| Then cheerfully let's go: Here's to my Love, 005:02;315[G ]| And to our meeting with the Blest above. 005:02;315[' ]| <\Drinks\> 005:02;315[K ]| Give me the Bowl, mark if my Hand does shake, 005:02;315[K ]| Or the rresh springing Blood my Lips forsake; 005:02;315[K ]| Undaunted to my Lips the Draught I lift, 005:02;315[K ]| 'Tis to my Lord, this is his Nuptial Gift. 005:02;315[' ]| <\Drinks\> 005:02;315[G ]| \Menander\, faithful Confident, farewel, 005:02;315[G ]| Haste, and our Story to the Consul tell. 005:02;315[G ]| On thy Allegiance go without Reply, 005:02;315[G ]| Thou shouldst rejoice to see me bravely die. 005:02;315[' ]| <\Exit\ Men%> 005:02;315[G ]| How fares my only Love? my first, last Dear! 005:02;315[G ]| The Sweets of thousand Springs are blowing here. 005:02;315[G ]| All in thy Sighs! 005:02;315[K ]| Ah! give your Kindness o'er, 005:02;315[K ]| Or we shall live and feel the \Roman\ Pow'r. 005:02;315[K ]| Methought Death touch'd me with a chilling Pain; 005:02;315[K ]| But your warm Kisses shot thro' every Vein 005:02;315[K ]| A kinder Heat, and kindled Life again. 005:02;315[G ]| Thus let us launch into Eternity: 005:02;315[G ]| Sink in Death's bottomless and boundless Sea: 005:02;315[G ]| Like drowning Friends, link'd in Embraces fast, 005:02;315[G ]| Our Arms, Love's Nets, about each other cast. 005:02;315[K ]| What could long Life, or Empire give like this? 005:02;315[G ]| Thy Love is Empire and eternal Bliss. 005:02;315[K ]| I go, where shall we meet? 005:02;315[' ]| <\Dies\> 005:02;315[G ]| The Gods can tell; 005:02;315[G ]| Heaven's Peace, and golden Slumbers with thee dwell. 005:02;315[' ]| <\Dies\> 005:02;316[' ]| <\Enter\ Scipio, Lelius, \and\ Menander> 005:02;316[J ]| See there, great Sir, th' Effects of your rash Doom. 005:02;316[J ]| The Victims you have offer'd up to \Rome\. 005:02;316[E ]| What cruel Eyes could Pity here refrain, 005:02;316[E ]| Beholding two such royal Lovers slain? 005:02;316[D ]| These unexpected Objects so amaze 005:02;316[D ]| My Reason, I could ever on 'em gaze. 005:02;316[D ]| Since thou, most great and lovely Prince, art dead, 005:02;316[D ]| War's Marches \Scipio\ shall no longer tread: 005:02;316[D ]| With \Carthage\ Peace we'll instantly conclude, 005:02;316[D ]| Which, hadst thou liv'd, our Arms might have subdu'd; 005:02;316[D ]| To \Rome\ our drooping Eagle then shall steer, 005:02;316[D ]| Where after tiresome Honours, we'll repair 005:02;316[D ]| To some small Village, \Lelius\, thou and I, 005:02;316[D ]| And study not to live, but how to die.