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\nAct IV<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe Palace in Antioch. Before the hills.<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nScene
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\nCleopatra’s chamber.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nCleopatra, Zoyla.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWill he not come this morning? How my head aches!<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nZoyla, smooth the pain out of it, my girl,<\/span><\/font><\/font><\/span><\/p>\n


\nWith your deft fingers. Oh, he lingers, lingers!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCleone keeps him still, the rosy harlot<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho rules him now. She is grown a queen and reigns<\/span><\/p>\n

\nInsulting me in my own palace. Yes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe’s happy in her arms; why should he care for me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho am only his mother?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a8<\/span><\/p>\n

\nZ<\/span>OYLA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIs the pain less at all?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO, it goes deeper, deeper. Ever new revels,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhile still the clang of fratricidal war<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTreads nearer to his palace. Zoyla,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYou saw him with Cleone in the groves<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat night of revel?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nZ<\/span>OYLA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSo I told you, madam.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt is long since Daphne’s groves have gleamed so bright<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOr trembled to such music.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThey were together?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nZ<\/span>OYLA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nOh, constantly. One does not see such lovers.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/font><\/span>
\n(shaking her off <\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGo!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n\u00a8<\/span><\/p>\n

\nZ<\/span>OYLA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMadam?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThy touch is not like Rodogune’s<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor did her gentle voice offend me. Eunice,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nZoyla retires.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy hast thou left me, cruel cold Eunice?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nShe walks to the window and returns swiftly.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nGod’s spaces frighten me. I am so lonely<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn this great crowded palace.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTimocles enters the room reading a despatch.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHe rushes onward like a god of war.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMountains and streams and deserts waterless<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre grown our foes, his helpers. The gods give ground<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBefore his horse-hooves.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMillions of men arrayed in complete steel<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCannot restrain him. Almost we hear in Antioch<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis trumpets now. Only Nicanor and the hills<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHardly protect my crown, my brittle crown!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAntiochus comes!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe Macedonian legions<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLinger somewhere upon the wide Aegean. Sea<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd land contend against my monarchy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYour brother sends no certain word.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIt will come.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCould not the Armenian helpers stay his course?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey came like locusts.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBut are swept away<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs with a wind. O mother, fatal mother,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy did you keep me from the battle then?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy presence might have spurred men’s courage on<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd turned this swallowing fate. It is alone<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYour fault if I lose crown and life.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy son!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThere, mother, I have made you weep. I love you,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDear mother, though I make you often weep.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have not blamed you, my sweet Timocles.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI did the wrong. Go to the field, dear son,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd show yourself to Syria. Timocles,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI mean no hurt, but now, only just now,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWould not a worthier presence at your side<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAssist you? My royal brother of Macedon<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWould give his child to you at my desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr you might have your fair Egyptian cousin<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBerenice. Syria would honour you, my son.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI know your meaning. You are so jealous, mother.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhy do you hate Cleone, grudging me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe solace of her love? I shall lose Syria<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd I have lost already Rodogune:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCleone clings to me. Nor is her heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike yours, selfish and jealous.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTimocles!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/font><\/span>
\n(walking to the window<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO Rodogune, where hast thou taken those eyes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy moonlit midnight, where that wondrous hair<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn which I thought to live as in a cloud<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf secret sweetness? Under the Syrian stars<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSomewhere thou liest in my brother’s arms,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy pale sweet happy face upon his breast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSmiling up to be kissed. O, it is hell,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe thought is hell! At midnight in the silence<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI wake in warm Cleone’s rosy clasp<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo think of thee embraced; then in my blood<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA fratricidal horror works. Let it not be,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYou gods! Let me die first, let him be king.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO mother, do not let us quarrel any more:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nForgive me and forget.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nYou go from me?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nMy heart is heavy. I will drink awhile<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd hear sweet harmonies.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThere in the hall<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd with Cleone?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nLet it not anger you.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYes, with Cleone.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHe goes.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nC<\/span>LEOPATRA<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am alone, so terribly alone!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nScene
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\nA hall in the Palace.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPhayllus, Theras.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HERAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHis fortune holds.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHe has won great victories<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd stridden exultant like a god of death<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOver Grecian, Syrian and Armenian slain;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut being mortal at each step has lost<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA little blood. His veins are empty now.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere will he get new armies? His small force<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMay beat Nicanor’s large one, even reach Antioch,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo find the Macedonian there. They have landed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe is ours, Theras, this great god of tempest,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur captive whom he threatens, doomed to death<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhile he yet conquers.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTimocles enters with Cleone, then the<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nmusicians and dancing-girls.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBring in the wine and flowers; sit down, sit down.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCall in the dancers. Through the Coan robes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLet their bright flashing limbs assault my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCapturing the hours, imprisoning my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn a white whirl of movement. Sit, Cleone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHere on my breast, against my shoulder! You rose<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPetalled and armed, you burden of white limbs<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMade to be kissed and handled, you Cleone!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYes, let the world be flowers and flowers our crown<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWith rosy linkings red as our own hearts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf passion. O wasp soft-settling, poignant, sting,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSting me with bliss until I die of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI do not like this violence. Theras, go.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTheras leaves the hall.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDrink, brother Phayllus. Your webs will glitter more brightly,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYou male Arachne.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMore wine! I’ll float my heart out in the wine<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd pour all on the ground to naked Eros<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs a libation. I will hide my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn roses, I will smother thought with jonquils.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSing, someone to me! sing of flowers, sing mere<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDelight to me far from this troubled world.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSong<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nWill you bring cold gems to crown me,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nChild of light?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRather quick from breathing closes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBring me sunlight, myrtles, roses,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRobe me in delight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGive me rapture for my dress,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor its girdle happiness.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nCloser, Cleone; pack honey into a kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnother song! you dark-browed Syrian there!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSong<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nWilt thou snare Love with rosy brightness<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo make him stay with thee?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe petulant child of a fair, cruel mother,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHe flees from me to crown another.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO misery!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLove cannot be snared, love cannot be shared;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLight love ends wretchedly.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nRemove these wine-cups! tear these roses down!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho snared me with these bonds? Take hence, thou harlot,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy rose-faced beauty! Thou art not Rodogune.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nC<\/span>LEONE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhat is this madness?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHence! leave me! I am sick<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf thy gold and roses.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nGo, women, from the room;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe King is ill. Go, girl, leave him to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAll go, Cleone reluctantly, leaving<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPhayllus with Timocles.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI will not bear it any more. Give me my love<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr let me die.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIn a few nights from this<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou shalt embrace her.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSilence! It was not I.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat have I said? It was the wine that spoke.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLook not upon me with those eyes of thine.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe wine or some more deep insurgent spirit<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBurns in thy blood. Thou shalt clasp Rodogune.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThy words, thy looks appal me. She’s my brother’s wife<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSacred to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHis wife? Who wedded them?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor not in camps and deserts Syria’s kings<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAccomplish wedlock. She’s his concubine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSlave-girl she is and bed-mate of thy brother<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd may be thine. Or if she were his soul-close wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDeath rends all ties.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI will not shed his blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSilence, thou tempter! he is sacred to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou needst not stain thy hands, King Timocles.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBe he live flesh or carrion, she is thine.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nYet has she lain between my brother’s arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWhat if she were thy sister, should that bar thee<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom satisfaction of thy heart and body?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDo you not tremble when you say such things?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWe have outgrown these thoughts of children, king:<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNor gods nor ghosts can frighten us. You shake<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt phantoms of opinion or you feign<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo start at such, forgetting what you are.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe royal house of Egypt heeds them not,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere you were nursed. Your mother sprang from incest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf in this life you lose your Rodogune,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre others left where you may have her bliss?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYour brother thought not so, but took her here.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI’ll not be tempted by thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNo, by thyself<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBe tempted and the thought of Rodogune.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr shall we leave her to her present joys?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPerhaps she sleeps yet by Antiochus<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr held by him to sweeter vigilance \u2014 <\/span> <\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/font>
\n(furiously<\/i>)<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\n<\/p>\n

\nAccursed ruffian, give her to my arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUse fair means or use foul, use steel, use poison,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut free me from these inner torments.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HAYLLUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFrom more<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThan passion’s injuries. Trust thy fate to me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho am its guardian.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHe goes out.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nT<\/span>IMOCLES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI am afraid, afraid!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat furies out of hell have I aroused<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWithin, without me? Let them do their will.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFor I must have her once between my arms,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThough Heaven leap down in lightnings.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nScene
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\nBefore the Syrian hills. Antiochus’ tent.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAntiochus, Thoas, Leosthenes, Philoctetes.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HILOCTETES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThis is Phayllus’ work, the Syrian mongrel.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nWho could have thought he’ld raise against us Greece<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd half this Asia?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHe has a brain.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWe feel it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis fight’s our latest and one desperate chance<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStill smiles upon our fate.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNicanor yields it us<\/span><\/p>\n

\nScattering his armies; for if we can seize<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBefore he gathers in his distant strengths<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis middle pass, Antioch comes with it. So<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI find it best and think the gods do well<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho put before us one decisive choice<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot lingering out their vote in balanced urns,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot tediously delaying strenuous fate, \u2014 <\/span> <\/p>\n

\nEither to conquer with one lion leap<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr end in glorious battle.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWe ask no better;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith you to triumph or die beside you taking<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe din of joyous battle in our ears,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFollowing your steps into whatever world.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HILOCTETES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHave we not strength enough to enforce retreat<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike our forefathers through the Asian vasts<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo Susa or the desert or the sea<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr Ptolemy in Egypt, \u2014  thence returning<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith force of foreign levies, if Phayllus<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDraw even the distant Roman over here,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDispute with him the world?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNo, Philoctetes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith native swords I sought my native crown,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhich if I win not upon Syria’s hills<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA hero’s death is mine. Make battle ready.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur bodies are the dice we throw again<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOn the gods’ table.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nScene
\n 4<\/a><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe same.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAntiochus, Eunice, Rodogune.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI put my hand on Antioch. Thou hast done well,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO admirable quick Theramenes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis fight was lionlike.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nE<\/span>UNICE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAnd like the lion<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou art, my warrior, thou canst now descend<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon Seleucus’ city. How new ’twill seem<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAfter the mountains and the starlit skies<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo sleep once more in Antioch!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nR<\/span>ODOGUNE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI trust the stars<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd mountains better. They were kind to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy blood within me chills when I look forward<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd think of Antioch.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThese are the shadows from a clouded past<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhich shall not be repeated, Rodogune.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis is not Antioch that thou knewst, the prison<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOf thy captivity, thou enterest now,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot Antioch of thy foes, but a new city<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd thy own kingdom.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

\nR<\/span>ODOGUNE<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAre the gods so good?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe gods are strong; they love to test our strength<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike armourers hammering steel. Therefore ’twas said<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat they are jealous. No, but high and stern<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDemanding greatness from the great; they strike<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAt every fault they see, perfect themselves<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLabour at our perfection. What rumour increases<\/span><\/p>\n

\nApproaching from the mountains? Thoas, thou?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nThoas enters.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy brow is dark. Is it Theramenes?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReturns our fortune broken?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBroken and fallen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe who are left bring back Theramenes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon whose body twenty glorious wounds<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSmile at defeat.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTheramenes before me!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHow have you kept me lying in my tent!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI thought our road was clear of foemen.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe gods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHad other resources that we knew not of.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWithin the passes, on the summit couch<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe spears of Macedon. They have arrived<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFrom the sea, from Antioch.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe Macedonians! Then<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur day is ended; we must think of night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe reach our limit, Thoas.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThat’s if we choose;<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFor there are other tidings.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThey should be welcome.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPhraates, thy imperial father, comes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith myriad hosts behind him thunder-hooved,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot for invasion armed as Syria’s foe,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut for the husband of his Rodogune.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShall we recoil upon these helpers? Death<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCan always wait.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPerhaps. Leave me awhile,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThoas; for we must sit alone tonight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy soul and I together. Rodogune,<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nThoas goes.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nWouldst thou go back to Parthia, to thy country?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nR<\/span>ODOGUNE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI have no country, I have only thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI shall be where thou art; it is all I know<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd all I wish for.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nEunice, wilt thou go<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo Antioch safe? My mother loves thee well.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nE<\/span>UNICE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI follow her and thee. What talk is this?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI shall grow angry.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAm I other, Eunice,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThan once I was? Is there a change in me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSince first I came into your lives from Egypt?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nE<\/span>UNICE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nYou are my god, my warrior and the same<\/span><\/p>\n

\nYou ever were.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTo her and thee I am.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSleep well, my Rodogune, for thou and I,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNot sure of Fate, are of each other sure.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo thee what else can matter?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nR<\/span>ODOGUNE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNothing else.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nRodogune and Eunice enter the<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\ninterior of the tent.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA god! Yes, I have godlike stirrings in me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShall they be bounded by this petty world<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe sea can span? If Rome, Greece, Africa,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAsia and all the undiscovered globe<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWere given me for my garden, all glory mine,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAll men my friends, all women’s hearts my own,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWould there not still be bounds, still continents<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnvanquished? O thou glorious Macedonian,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou too must seek at last more worlds to conquer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHast thou discovered them?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThis earth is but a hillock when all’s said,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe sea an azure puddle. All tonight<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSeems strange to me; my wars, ambition, fate<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd what I am and what I might have been,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFloat round me vaguely and withdraw from me<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLike grandiose phantoms in a mist. Who am I?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhence come I? Whither go, or wherefore now?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWho gave me these gigantic appetites<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThat make a banquet of the world? who set<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese narrow, scornful and exiguous bounds<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo my achievement? O, to die, to pass,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNothing achieved but this, “He tried great things,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAccomplished small ones.” If this life alone<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBe given us to fail or to succeed,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThen ’tis worth keeping.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe Parthian treads our land!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPhraates’ hooves dig Grecian soil once more!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe subtle Parthian! He has smiled and waited<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTill we were weak with mutual wounds and now<\/span><\/p>\n

\nStretches his foot towards Syria. Have I then<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAchieved this only, my country’s servitude?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShall that be said of me? It galls, it stabs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy fame! “Destroyer of Syria, he undid<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe great Seleucus’ work.” Whatever else<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO’ertake me, in this the strong gods shall not win.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI will give up my body and sword to Timocles,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRepel the Parthian, save from this new death,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThese dangerous allies from Macedon<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSyria, then die.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut wherefore die? Should I not rather go<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith my sole sword into the changeful world,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCreate an empire, not inherit one?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAre there not other realms? has not the East<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGreat spaces? In huge torrid Africa<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBeyond the mystic sources of the Nile<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThere must be empires. Or if with a ship<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOne sailed for ever through the infinite West,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThrough Ocean and still Ocean for three years,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMight not one find the old Atlantic realms<\/span><\/p>\n

\nNo fable? Thy narrow lovely littoral,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nO blue Mediterranean, India, Parthia,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIs this the world? I thirst for mightier things<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThan earth has.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut for what I dreamed, to bound<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUpon Nicanor through the deep-bellied passes<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOr fall upon the Macedonian spears,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIt were glorious, yet a glorious cowardice,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nToo like self-slaughter. Is it not more heroic<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTo battle with than to accept calamity?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnless indeed all thinking-out is vain<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd Fate our only mover. Seek it out, my soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd make no error here; for on this hour<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe future of the man Antiochus,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat future he may have upon the earth<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn name or body lies. Reveal it to me, Zeus!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn Antioch or upon the Grecian spears,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhere lies my fate?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nWhile he is speaking, the Eremite enters.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nE<\/span>REMITE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBefore thee always.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nHow<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCam’st thou or whence? I know thy ominous look.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nE<\/span>REMITE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe how inquire not nor the whence, but learn<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe end is near which I then promised thee.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSo then, defeat and death were from the first<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMy portion! Wherefore were these thoughts gigantical<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith which I came into my mother ready-shaped<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIf they must end in the inglorious tomb?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nE<\/span>REMITE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDespise not proud defeat, scorn not high death.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe gods accept them sternly.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nYes, as I shall,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut not submissively.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nE<\/span>REMITE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBreak then, thou hill<\/span><\/p>\n

\nUnsatisfied with thy own height. The gods<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCare not if thou resist or if thou yield;<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThey do their work with mortals. To the Vast<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhence thou, O ravening, strong and hungry lion,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOverleaping cam’st the iron bars of Time,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nReturn! thou hast thy tamers. God of battles!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSon of Nicanor! strong Antiochus!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDepart and be as if thou wert not born.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThe gods await thee in Antioch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nHe departs.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nI will meet them there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBreak me. I see you can, O gods. But you break<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA body, not this soul; for that belongs, I feel,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo other masters. It is settled then.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTomorrow sets in Antioch.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThe same.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPhiloctetes, Thoas, Leosthenes, Eunice.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

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\nL<\/span>EOSTHENES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nSurely this is the change that comes on men<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nWho are to die.<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n\n<\/p>\n

\nP<\/span>HILOCTETES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nO me! it is, it is.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nPrincess Eunice, what think you of it?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nE<\/span>UNICE<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThoas, what matters what we think? We follow<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOur king; it is his to choose our paths for us.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLead they to death? Then we can die with him.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThat’s nobly spoken.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nP<\/span>HILOCTETES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBut too like a woman.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nAntiochus enters with Rodogune.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTo Antioch! Is all ready for our march?<\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

\nP<\/span>HILOCTETES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nAntiochus, my king, I think in Egypt<\/span><\/p>\n


\nWe loved each other.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\nLess here, my Philoctetes?<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

\nP<\/span>HILOCTETES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThen by that love, dear friend, go not to Antioch.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nLet us await the Parthian in his march.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nWhat do you seek at Antioch? A mother angry?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nA jealous brother at whose ear a fatal knave<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSits always whispering? lords inimical?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhat can you hope from these? Go not to Antioch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI see Death smiling, waving you to go,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut do not.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDearest comrade, Philoctetes,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nFate calls to me and shall I shrink from her?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI know my little brother Timocles,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI feel his clasp already, see his smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBut there’s Phayllus! Shall I fall so low<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAs to fear him? Forgive me, friend; I go to Antioch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

\nP<\/span>HILOCTETES<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nIt was decreed!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n<\/p>\n

\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/font><\/span><\/p>\n


\nBut you, my friends, who have no love<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo shield you and perhaps great enemies,<\/span><\/p>\n


\nWill you fall back until I make your peace,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo Egypt or Phraates?<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nT<\/span>HOAS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nNot a man<\/span><\/p>\n


\nWill leave your side who followed your victorious sword.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWe follow always.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nA<\/span>NTIOCHUS<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBeat then the drums and march.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBut let an envoy ride in front to Timocles<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd tell him that Antiochus comes to lay<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHis victor sword between a brother’s knees<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd fight for him with Parthia. Let us march.<\/span><\/p>\n

\n
\nAll go except Philoctetes.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\nP<\/span>HILOCTETES<\/font><\/span> (looking after him<\/i>)<\/span><\/p>\n


\nO sun, thou goest rushing to the night<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhich shall engulf thee!<\/span><\/p>\n

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