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The SCENE, Babylon.
Enter Eumenes, Lysimachus, Ptolomy, Thalestris, Amazons, and Soldiers.
Eume.
The City's won, and none left to oppose,
Within the Palace Walls, are all our Foes.

Lysi.
In vain, in vain, have we a Conquest made,
The cruel Gods, have all our hopes betray'd,
And with them, all, our Earthly Joys, are fled,
The Queen, and her fair Sister too, are dead.
This is the news, which like a deadly Dart,
Now pierc'd my Ears, and struck me through the Heart.

Thal.
Why did the Gods, such Heavenly forms Create,
And joyn, with so much Beauty, so ill Fate?
They give us cause, their Godheads to blasphem.

Eume.
The ways of Providence, do Riddles seem,
And are, like various Fancys, in a Dream,
'Tis past our skill, to find the Sence of them.
Their Murtherers, let's with Revenge, pursue,
The Gods, will aid us, when their works we do.

Ptol.
Yes, brave Eumenes, we will first Revenge
Their Death, and then the Scene of Life I'll change.

Lysi.
Since Love, could not our Friendships knot unty,
We will both perfect Friends, and Lovers dye.

[Embrace.
Ptol.
Death shan't have pow'er, our Souls to disunite,
For both, shall hence, together take their flight,
And since our Body's, here the difference make,
Our Souls below, shall but one shaddow take.

Lysi.
Come, my dear Friend, let us about it strait.
Draw up the Army, to the Palace Gate,
To the Soldiers.
Let it with all our Troops, be compast round,
And then with Ramms, o'rethrow it to the Ground.

Exeunt Omnes.