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 The Four Mofiarchies. 271

Of all good things (quoth he) once in my power,

I've nothing left, at this my dying hour;

Thy fervice '" and compaffion to reward, [^43]

But Alexander will, for this regard."

This faid, his fainting breath did fleet away.

And though a Monarch late," now lyes like clay;

And^ thus muft every Son of Adam lye.

Though Gods on Earth like Sons of men they^ dye.

Now to the Eaft, great Alexander goes.

To fee if any dare his might oppofe,

For fcarce the world or any bounds thereon.

Could bound his boundlefs fond Ambition;

Such as fubmits again he doth reftore

Their riches, and their honours he makes more,

On Artabaces more then all beftow'd.

For his fidelity to's Mafter fhow'd.

Thalejiris Queen of th' Amazons now brought

Her Train to Alexander, (as 'tis thought.)

Though moft '' of reading beft and foundeft mind,

Such Country there, nor yet fuch people find.

Then tell her errand, we had better fpare

To th' ignorant, her title wilP declare:

As Alexander in his greatnefs grows.

So dayly of his virtues doth he lofe.

He bafenefs counts, his former Clemency,

And not befeeming fuch a dignity;

His paft fobriety doth alio bate,'^

As moft incompatible to his State;

'« pitty. n Wherefore the gods requite thy kinde regard.

once. / Yea. i fhall. ^ Ibme. •s may. t hate.

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