A NEW

ATALANTIS,

FOR

The Year One Thousand Seven

Hundred and Sixty.

Omnia vincit amor, nos et cedamus amori.

VIRG.

Love conquers all, let us that God obey.

LONDON:

Printed in the Year MDCCLX.

INTRODUCTION.

LOVE, gallantry, and their gay attendants, have, in all polished nations, made so considerable a figure in the fashionable way of each people’s method of living, that without a knowledge thereof, no faithful picture of their manners can be transmitted to posterity.

              Some memoirs have accidentally fallen into our hands, that were originally collected by a Petronian genius, who had taken uncommon pains to make himself a thorough master of the rise, progress, and vicissitudes of gallantry from the days of Alexander the Great, down to the present times.

              Although such a subject to a short-sighted reader may promise nothing but scenes of wantonness, yet to all, capable of taking a comprehensive view of the following work, they must allow it to be a most instructive compilation for the youth of both sexes.

              True love has but seldom appeared in the world. We mean that refined passion in which a sentimental attachment prevails over gross desire, justly stigmatized by the name of lust; by whose impetuosity most men are hurried away in the first heat of youth, but which subsides as we advance in years.

              Lust may be called an unbridled ferocity of affection, that disdains all restraint, and degrades its harbourers into a state of brutality; whereas time, that is, sentimental love, is the parent of that polite attention and delicate behaviour with which we treat the dear object of our desires.

              The characteristic of gallantry is, that without being strongly affected, it inspires flattering, and at the same delicate expressions to those into whose good graces we would fain insinuate ourselves; all gross daubing she detests, and assigns over to her awkward apes. For without a strict observance of decency and gentleness, all intercourse between the two sexes loses greatly of its value.

              Among the politely educated, a kind glance, a nod of the head, or any little mark of preference from the object beloved, are deemed inestimable favours.

              What a delicious state is that of the truly enamoured, still lured on by the rays of hope, their fledged desires being ever on the wing, from flight to flight, they at last soar up to the pinnacle of human bliss.

              Respect often constrains love, but it can never extinguish it, nay, on the contrary, gives an intenser glow. This passion, may not improperly be compared with spirituous liquors, which the more hermetically they are stopt in order to prevent their exhaling, the greater force they acquire.

              The symptoms by which all persons can readily determine whether they be in love or not, are, their being in great anxiety when absent from the object they admire; and, on seeing it, their feeling emotions they can not command.

              By an amorous disposition we understand that prompt alacrity to be smitten with every pleasing object; and those endowed therewith are called general lovers.

              Those capable of a violent passion for a particular person, excluded of all the sex besides, are fitted out by nature (that abhors all feint and adventitious colours,) to figure in solemn and tragic catastrophes.

              But they whose affections are more universal, being less tied to one particular object, have a studied eye of complaisance to more: by affected passions, and a prodigality of flattering the foibles of women they generally succeed, and are celebrated as the promoters of gallantry, whose first brilliant æra in ancient history is to be fixed among the Egyptians; because, according to all history, the polite arts made their first appearance among them. The polite arts being the polishers of human society, are consequently the parents of gallantry; because in such societies it only can exist.

              The ancient Greeks derived from the same fountain, from which they had drawn their knowledge of the arts and sciences, the doctrine of love, which breathes warmly through most of their poets works.

              The Romans having conquered the Greeks by force of arms, they were afterwards conquered in their turn by the superiority of the Greeks in all the arts and sciences, which they were glad to receive from Greece, and with them they imported gallantry into Rome, where it throve apace. Its principal votaries and promoters were, Catullus, Tibullus, Propertius, Horace, Ovid, Petronius, &c. The passion of gallantry was by degrees diffused through all the Roman provinces.

              When the polite arts and Rome were overturned by barbarous invasions from the North, gallantry underwent the same eclipse that genius did, and reappeared not ‘till the revival of literature. Then as the poets, under Pope Leo’s reign, began to trim the long withered bay so the shepherds began to pipe their loves in the sweet vales of Italy; nor did the nymphs prove averse to listen thereto.

              From Italy literature and gallantry spread, over the Alps, into the Gallic and neighbouring regions; whence, though long afraid to hazard themselves on the sea, they at length ventured to cross over from Calais to Dover; where, as all strangers are to this day (though often without any other merit, but that of being so), they were greedily received by the inhabitants of Albion, who, by their ardent application to both, seemed eager and bent upon making up for all the time which had been lost by their ancestry. For since that happy epoch, there have not been more frequent sacrifices offered up, or more devout libations poured out in honour of the Cyprian deities in any region, than by their zealous worshippers in Albion, as shall be proved in the sequel of this history.

THE

AMOURS

OF

ALEXANDER the GREAT.

OLYMPIAS, the night before the consummation of her nuptials with the king of Macedon, dreamed that one of Jove’s thunderbolts had been conveyed into her womb, from whence an immediate and universal fire blazed out, that by several partitions of its flame pointed to different places.

              According to other reports, as Olympias lay a bed, a large and brilliantly speckled serpent used to be seen moving wantonly in her bedchamber, and sometimes stretched along side of her. These phenomena giving room to suspect her being the object of some deity’s predilection, struck her royal husband Phillip with so reverential an awe, that he approached her ever after with trembling. And when Olympias deigned to be so condescending as to grant him a favour, he hoped at the same time, that it should not be displeasing, but rather assented to by her celestial paramour.

              From these incidents it was that the mercenary interpreters of the sacred oracles, subtle soothsayers, and court-sycophants, had resolved in themselves, that if the unborn babe queen Olympias was pregnant of, should prove a prince, and live to man’s estate, they would feed his vanity, be asserting him to be not of mere mortal origin, but the son of one of the immortal gods; nay, of mighty Jove! who, born by a flame of love, had insinuated himself into his mother’s womb, in the form of one of his own thunderbolts!

              Whereas many pert critics may hereupon observe, that to give a greater sanction to the work we have undertaken, we might have deduced the origin of gallantry from the frequent amorous excursions of the mighty thunderer, supreme Jove, who, with a nod of his all directing bow shakes high Olympus, the humble earth, Neptune’s empire, and Pluto’s dark domains; as well as from the many wanton intrigues of his fellow gods, his celestial compeers, who, notwithstanding they feasted upon nectar and ambrosia, and had goddesses for their play-fellows to solace them in their idle hours, yet through there was something deficient to compleat their happiness; and therefore made not a few digressions down to earth, in order to riot upon a smack of fresh and blooming mortality.

              These few instances are quoted: — the story of Danae, the daughter of Acrisius, who in order to prevent the completion of an oracle against his life, shut up his daughter in a strong tower, that she might never know the approach of a man, it having been foretold that the fruit of her womb should prove fatal to him.

              But what barriers cannot vigorous passion surmount? what impediments are so strong that it cannot force its way through? the great alchymist Jove conveyed himself to Danae’s lap in a melting shower of gold, and there was rapturously dissolved by the kind operation of her charms in Cupid’s elaboratory.

              His divinityship clung to the beauteous Leda in the form of a swan, and on her glowing bosom with impassioned wings fluttered the eagerness of his passion.

              To fair Europa, in the shape of a bull, with gentle lowings he expressed his fondness; eat with luxury the herbage she presented to him with her snowy hand; and, by way of grateful return, crouched invitingly for her to mount upon his back; which she did, and was immediately wafted by him through the sea to scenes of bliss unknown to her before.

              All this we know as well as our objectors, and make them this short answer; that by mounting up to the fabulous history of the Pagan gods, we should entangle ourselves in multitudinous absurdities and contradictions. Besides, our scheme is to write of the amours and gallantry of those illustrious personages who have really existed, and which can be authenticated by history.

              From this resolution, he who appeared to us to be the most proper choice to shine the foremost on our list, is the celebrated conqueror of Asia, so often stiled by his flatterers, the son of Ammonian Jove.

              He succeeded to his mortal father Philip’s throne, in the twentieth year of his age. We shall not enter into a minute account of the progress and many wonders of his arms, as that would be writing the history of his heroic actions; but will confine ourselves to those incidents of his life where he paid homage to the all-subduing beauty of the fair sex.

              After the glorious victory he had gained over Darius, in which an hundred and ten thousand of his enemies were slain, he took possession of the defeated monarch’s tent, fraught with variety of magnificence, and riches of every kind.

              The afflicted queen of Darius, and the princesses her daughters, being brought before the conqueror, he was affected by their sorrow more than by his own success. He bid them not to despond, assuring them that Darius, whom they wept for, was still alive, and that though they were fallen into his hands, and his prisoners by right of war, yet they should not know the least abatement of their former regal state, but live in the same pomp as if in the court of Darius before his overthrow.

              This pleasing declaration of Alexander filled them with rays of comfort; and the eldest of the princesses, Statira, of a remarkable majestic deportment, and whose beauty seemed to be enhanced by the sorrow she had been lately plunged in, and which she then emerged from; wiping a pearly tear just dropping from her eye, she addressed him with such dignity as might be called the triumph of affliction.

              The elegantly pathetic turn of her phrase, and sweetly insinuating tone of her voice, which there was no resisting, so gained upon Alexander, silent in rapturous amazement at the enchanting sounds he heard, that the victor of so many armies acknowledged his sovereign in Statira, and declared himself her voluntary slave.

              Every hour that he could absent himself from the weighty affairs of state he dedicated to Statira, in whose bewitching conversation he found a source of endless charms. He was not easy but in her presence, and at every visit, instead of being palled with her beauty, it grew stronger on him.

              So smitten was he by love for the fair daughter of the unfortunate Darius, that all his addresses to her were couched in the most respectful terms; nor could more homage be paid to her, or more delicacy of manners observed, if she had been wooed in her father’s court.

              Alexander, who conquered men by force, chose to subdue the fair sex but by gentleness, and all obliging attention to their desires. Philip’s son, who like most young heroes, would rather enjoy a beauty on the terms of friendship, than be bound by matrimonial contract for obligation, flattered himself that Statira, in return for all his courteous behaviour to her, could not refuse him the favour of generously contributing to his happiness; and for such kind consent he proposed to reinstate her father in his dominions of Persia.

              But such a sway had this princess, whose virtue was inflexible, obtained over him, that though he waited several times on her, in order to make her the proposal; yet so awestruck was he in her presence, that his tongue refused its office. However, emboldened at last, he declared his inclination for, and intention to serve her and family, if she would kindly concur with his desires.

              The princess having paused for a while, made him his unexpected answer, “Kingdoms you have conquered, and armies have fled before you. This the terror of your name, and the superior discipline of your troops might have produced. But neither of them can force Statira’s mind to act beneath the dignity of her rank, and the sentiments of virtue in which she has been educated, and hitherto adhered to inviolably.”

              “Should my refusal provoke, I am not ignorant that it is in your power to subdue me by violence to your desire; that is the assailable part of me, this mere mortal frame. But there is another part of Statira, the immortal particle, out of your reach, which you can never come at; and the moment that you shall attempt by brutal force to stain my body’s honour, my unconsenting, and untainted soul, shall fly from its polluted habitation. What a glorious boast will it then be for the son of Philip, the inheriter of the throne of Macedon, and the conqueror of Persia, &c. to have it recorded that he ravished an unfortunate princess, whose defenceless and distressed situation should have drawn protection to her from every bosom, wherein barbarity did not prevail.”

              Statira, interrupted by sighs, and a shower of tears, from speaking any more, Alexander, whose truly heroic pride felt the most violent agitations during her pathetic remonstrance to him, was covered with a blush of confusion for what he had offered to her, and, unable to make any answer, from the consciousness of his guilt, looked earnestly upon the weeping princess, fetched a deep sigh, and departed from her with precipitation.

              As soon as come to himself, he could not reflect with patience on the base proceeding he had been guilty of, and thus reproached himself: “Is this acting consistently with the heir of Macedonian Philip, much less with the son of thunder-darting Jove, who poises in his eternal scales the destiny of mortals? — No.

              “What was I about committing? any Barbarian, the wildest Scythian, can force a helpless maid, losing all respect due to the royalty of her birth! No reparation now remaineth, (my honour, not brutal lust, dictating) but the offering my hand in wedlock to Statira; if even upon those offers her well-founded resentment will deign to grant my pardon. The savage beasts of the forest may plead their rights by compulsory force; but man, the child of reason, is to submit all his actions to her unbiassed tribunal.”

              Alexander immediately dispatched one of his favourites to the princess, to assure her of his honourable intentions; which she listened to, after some becoming scruples of delicacy, and some remonstrances, as to the disparity of their present situations. Alexander being the hereditary monarch of Macedon, and recent conqueror of Persia, she looked upon as a strong bar to his descending to match with a poor, reduced, dependent princess; daughter of a dethroned, expelled, and impoverished monarch: whose family owed their precarious existence, and indulged privilege of breathing the air of day, to the conqueror’s bounty.

              The expecting lover, upon a faithful repetition being made to him of Statira’s objections, was but the more enkindled to possess; and swore by all the thunders of his father, that a princess of such nice sentiments was above all meer moral men could lay claim to, and that could he conquer a hundred worlds he should with pleasure sacrifice them to her charms; or, if he possibly could be raised to the throne of Olympus in his reputed sire’s room, Juno should recede, and give up her place to the superior merits of Statira.

              After some little preambling work, the marriage was concluded on; and never had Hymen’s torches, at any prior solemnization of nuptials emitted so pure a blaze: whose lustre officious Cupids took care to continue with the fanning of their silver wings.

              For the more splendid celebration of the marriage pomp, a procession of both nations, to meet in a central point, was ordered; and the ways through which they marched were ornamented with the richest embroidered silk hangings, carpets, &c.

              In compliment to the all accomplished bride, her paramour issued a mandate, that all the Persian officers taken in battle by his victorious troops, should have their arms returned to them, in order that they might attend and grace the nuptials of the princess Statira, the favourite daughter of their late vanquished lord.

              After the officers, walked the different classes of the Persian priests, dressed in the richest habiliments their consecrated profession would allow of, singing, as they went, songs of thanksgiving to their patron deity; and adapted to the (for them) fortunate occasion, by which the plundering of their temples was prevented.

              To the priests succeeded a train of virgins, daughters of the first families of Persia, in white robes, emblematic of their maiden chastity, and strewing the ground with flowers. They were led on by Parisatis, younger daughter of Darius; and as they solemnly advanced, sang hymns to the deities who preside over wedlock, imploring them that the union of Statira with Alexander might prove auspicious to both empires.

              After them advanced, with majestic gracefulness, the royal bride Statira, dressed in as gorgeous a manner as human invention could execute, under a rich canopy emblazoned with diamonds, and all manner of precious stones, wrought into a pleasing variety of forms.

              The high priest of the sun moved on the right hand of the princess; and her mother Sysigambis on the left. The Persian satraps, in most superb attire, formed the rear.

              On the other part the Grecian warriors marched, clad in armour, as if going to engage; and having, at certain intervals, carried between their ranks the trophies of the several victories they had obtained.

              After them moved Alexander, affecting godship, and imitating the nod of Jupiter; Clytus on the right, Hephestion on the left. Over his head, by way of canopy, was carried a large burnished serpent, intimating his strong desire of being thought more than the son of Philip. The Macedonian phalanx closed the rear.

              As soon as Alexander’s retinue had joined Statira’s train, they threw down their pikes, and all offensive instruments of war, to signify that the conquerors of men are conquered by the still superior force of beauty.

              While Sysigambis acted suitable to her character of queen-mother, at her daughter’s wedding, Clytus personated that of Alexander’s father. The marriage ceremony was performed by the high-priest of the sun.

              The inferior priests sang hymns of thanksgiving to the guardian deities of Persia. The remainder of the day was spent in joy and revelry, by the chief officers of both nations, who mixed and consorted together in a very amicable manner; those of the victorious side letting escape no haughty airs to the defeated, through the uncertain fortune of war; and those on the subdued side behaved with a decent but manly respect to their conquerors.

              Alexander chid the lazy hours that did not hurry on night, which he often called tardi-gaited, that he might luxuriate on the world of charms prepared for his enjoyment. But at last, wished-for night being come, Statira was placed in a bed of the most delicate as well as sumptuous workmanship.

              All around it were fixed Cupids of Persian marble, stretching to each other with flowery wreaths. Venus in the arms of Mars was painted over the bed, to intimate to the Asiatic princess, that if her beauty was equal to that of the Cyprian goddess, she was that night to yield herself a conquest to no less than the other god of war, and who, like him, pretended to descend from Jupiter.

              As Statira unveiled her limbs, enchanting to behold, the little marble Cupids seemed as if animated by the sight, and the flowery wreaths revived from their languid situation into the most vived colours, breathing all around her delicious form the most exquisite perfumes. The pictured Venus, struck as it were with jealously at the display of such superior charms, her face was suddenly crimsoned over with an animating blush, which provoked enraptured Mars to clasp her in his arms with more luscious eagerness.

              Time was too precious for Alexander to loiter any of it away; and therefore, on information of Statira’s being in bed, he hurried to her arms. We leave it to the readers to figure to themselves the rapturous intoxication of these two royal personages, so supremely happy, clasped in the mutual folds of love.

              In the interval of their amorous excesses, in order to recruit nature with new spirits, he gave to Statira, and drank himself from goblets crowned with flowers, which had been placed on the beaufet near the blissful bed, some of the choicest wine of Cyprus, properly prepared by those skilled in the provocative art.

              His pleasure then was to throw off the cloaths, to view the various excellence of such heavenly workmanship, as was to be admired in Statira’s transcendent form; or to look up, with an air of superiority and contempt, to the picture of Mars and Venus, seeming to say, confess Statira to be the more beautiful goddess, and that I Alexander am the greater god of war.

              While he thus exulted, Statira’s heart silently swam in an ocean of joy; and her nicely- rounded snowy breasts, two swelling worlds of love, denoted the inward transport she felt at Alexander’s, the greatest of hero’s, fondness.

              On beholding the alternate motion of love’s hemispheres, that seemed to chide their adored hero’s delay, and bounded thus invitingly to provoke his genial pressure of them, young Ammon kindled, and sprang thereon with the same lightening-swiftness, as on Bucephalus when a boy, and rode out triumphantly the succeeding tempest of love; after which let us leave them to repose till morning.

              Songs of triumph, and reiterated acclamations of joy, by the Persians and Greeks, which reached the very concave of heaven, and might have alarmed the inhabitants of high Olympus to hail their uprising.

              Some days having been consecrated to joy and revelling, to celebrate the nuptials, Alexander set out with his court, and the chieftains of Greece and Persia, to the temple of Jupiter Ammon; there to thank his heavenly sire for the hitherto fortunate events of war he had been favoured with: and at the same time to preserve his queen Statira to him, for whom he meant to sollicit a precedency in heaven above most other goddesses.

              The grand priest of Jupiter Ammon’s temple having received a private intimation, how extravagantly desirous Alexander was to be thought the son of Jupiter, knew his trade too well not to profit of the said information, and turn it to his account, by complimenting the young Macedonian monarch, agreeable to that preconceived notion.

              As soon as Alexander was come within sight of the temple, he ordered the armies to form a circle around him and his beauteous queen, to whom he incessantly turned his fond eyes. “Greeks, Persians, and ye of all the nations who have the happiness to compose part of my retinue this day, that I am going to pay homage, and present Statira to Jupiter my father, be careful that ye behave with that respect and devotion, which so solemn an occasion demand; for by my great sire I swear, whoever may prove so far abandoned as to act otherwise, shall, without any respite, (were even our beloved, nay, adored Statira to sollicit in their behalf) be hurled to Acheron’s gloomy regions, there in tortures to howl and bemoan their folly,”

              As soon as Alexander had approached near to the temple gate, the great priest, attended by his inferior clergy, advanced some little way to meet; and thus artfully accosted him. “Hail! mirrour of princes, conqueror of the east, by mortals called Philip’s heir, but who in reality are the son of Jove, that in the form of a serpent engendered thee in the chosen womb of fair Olympias, and therein stamped the image of himself, the future sovereign of this lower world. While vulgar opinion groveling in error, looketh upon you but as a man; we intuitively know you to be of celestial origin. Wherefore let all honours be paid to the son of Jove.”

              The high priest, with all his attendants, (what cannot churchmen do for their interests!) prostrated themselves before him, and regaled his nostrils with clouds of the fame frankincense which they were wont to burn on the altars of his reputed father.

              The deify’d monarch with all the affected majesty of an immortal, bid them rise; for he then no longer doubted his being the son of Jupiter, from a fond conceit that the high priest of the temple could have never known the thunderer’s intrigue with his mother Olympias, in the shape of a serpent, but by some heavenly revelation; considering at what a vast distance the temple was situated from Greece, and the little, or rather no commerce between the two places.

              But upon the young conqueror’s first inroad into Persia, the high priest of this temple had dispatched prying emissaries towards his army to pry among, and learn from them the history of Alexander’s life; that he might make use of the most flattering circumstances thereof to pay his court to the vain monarch, should he chance to advance with his victorious army so far.

              By a true piece of priestcraft, it was contrived that on Alexander’s entering the temple, a large prepared serpent should glide across it, attended with flashes of artificial lightening; upon which the priest declared, that from said appearance he collected how agreeable it would prove to Jupiter, that Alexander should dedicate a serpent-like form to him in that church, and that no other figure, he believed, would be so agreeable to the sire of gods and men, as that which had been carried over Alexander’s head during the procession, by way of canopy.

              This was attacking Alexander’s vanity in the weakest point. He ordered Clytus, Hephestion, Craterus, and some others of the favourite chieftains of his army, to carry and make a votive deposite of it, in their master’s name, on the grand altar of the temple.

              The serpent being placed thereon, and proper adoration (according to the high priest’s directions, paid to it) a loud voice from within the hollow of the altar, supposed to be that of the divinity, but in fact of a mere mortal tutored for that purpose, was heard to say:

              “Rise all from your approved and accepted adoration to the serpentine figure of imperial Jove, who acknowledgeth Alexander to be his son by the fair Olympias. Before his conquering arms the confederated nations of the earth shall flee, and be scattered as chaff before the wind.

              “All succeeding ages shall resound his glory, and latest posterity shall read his wonderful exploits with admiration. The greatest compliment that can be paid to any future hero, will be to declare him the Alexander of his day.

              “For the entire completion of our favourite son’s present unexampled expedition, the eagle of victory shall fly over his troops, and the attendant thunder of my protection defeat and annihilate all opposers to his glorious progress.

              “His queen, the beautiful Statira daughter of vanquished Darius, to whom all honours on earth be paid, shall have the precedency in heaven (when translated thither) to all other goddesses, save only our queen and sister Juno, whose constant companion she shall be appointed.”

              If Alexander’s pride was become excessive through these well managed adulations, Statira likewise could not conceal the joy that glowed in her heart, and which added a new lustre to her beauty.

              In order to make the priests happy in their turn, for the artificial happiness they had bestowed by conferring a well-timed deification on Alexander and Statira; it was ordered by the royal pair of celestials, that considerable presents in gold and silver should be made to them, which, from their profound veneration for heavenly gifts, they did not make the least obstacle to receive.

After this visit to the temple of Jupiter Ammon, and his being acknowledged the son of that tremendous deity, the young hero planned his next expedition against the city of Susa; of which he soon made himself master, and found therein the following treasures.

Forty thousand talents in gold and silver specie, with an amazing quantity of other articles of inestimable value; to wit, the richest of moveables, &c. From thence he marched to Persepolis; the capital of Persia, where having indulged his vanity of sitting on the throne of Xerxes; he amused himself in receiving such homage from his subjects and others, as is paid to the immortal gods.

Whether from having been satiated with Statira’s charms; or that he did not chuse that she should undergo the fatigues, the ulterior premeditated progress of his arms, as well as the uncertain events of war, might expose her to, is not known; he left her behind him at Susa. She was, however ever attended there, by a sufficient number of satraps and guards, to pay her all honours due to a princess of her high birth; and who had joined to that, the honour of being Alexander’s queen, the acknowledged son of Jupiter.

The Macedonian hero, in order to celebrate his arrival in the metropolis of Xerxes, who formerly so harassed Greece, had it proclaimed through his army, that a general day of rejoicing should be observed. He invited all his courtiers and officers to a luxurious entertainment, at which it was declared, that no restraint whatsoever should be observed, but a full sweep given to voluptuousness, in all the forms it could be varied to.

Several Grecian courtezans, complete mistresses in the art of pleasing, and favourites to the chieftains of Alexander’s army were bid to attend, decked out in all the attire of allurement, in order to prove themselves the distinguished priestesses of Venus.

All that a spirit of debauchery could suggest, and the most exquisite artistry execute, was lavished on their persons, before they exhibited them in the joyous assembly; each of the belles tacitly desiring to attract the liking of the monarch.

After some bumpers of the choicest wine of Greece had been handed about, the awful respect in Alexander’s presence began to subside, and joy to rise in every face. Timotheus, the celebrated musician, gave signal that his prepared concert of instrumental and vocal music might begin; by which he successively excited all the passions in the royal bosom.

Thais, the most bewitching of the female guests, observing that the king had given quite a loose to joy, though it a proper season to display her charms before the conqueror of Persia; in hopes that she might triumph in her turn.

She moved with a varied and graceful elegance to Ionic numbers, now quick, now slow, still addressing all the dumb eloquence of eyes, and wishful looks, heightened by a dimpled smile of fondness to the Macedonian hero; who began to sympathize with the dancing nymph, and return looks of kindness to her.

The dance finished, Thais kneeling presented a paper to the king. He instantly raised her, and therein read these extraordinary contents: “Dread sovereign of this world, and acknowledged son of thundering Jove, deign to look with indulgence on the humblest of your devoted handmaids; whose sole ambition to be dedicated to your pleasureable will, has made me address the oracle, to know my future destiny.”

The answer from that sacred tripod was, that “I should be of good chear, for that by irrevocable fate it was fixed, I should be honoured with the embraces of the greatest being in mortal mould, the next a-kin to Jupiter, and that in a very singular manner.

Alexander’s vanity was not a little flattered, to find that even his amorous amusements were the special care of destiny; to complete whose decree he retired with her to an alcove she had previously prepared for that purpose, in case her charms should win the monarch to her embraces.

Some females posted not far off, sang in most melodious notes, accompanied by softly breathing instruments, the most gently soothing and lasciviously melting songs. To the varied modulations, during the deified mortal’s compressing Thais, she practised her harlot movements in the truest time.

The congress over, Thais finding that she had so far melted down Alexander to her purpose, as to be able to lead him to any extravagance she pleased; she feigned that she felt something like celestial fire within her, which proved beyond all doubt her having been impregnated; and that her happy womb was fraught with a grandchild of Olympian Jove.

Upon this cunning intimation the servile tribe of courtiers, who proposed thro’ her to make interest with their sovereign, prostrated themselves in order to pay homage to the new conception. Alexander’s vanity had quite intoxicated and fitted him for the perpetrating any glaring mischief, which the meretricious part of the sex is never backward to propose.

Thais hinted to the warm young monarch, that their amour should be made remarkable to posterity by some extraordinary event. She proposed its being celebrated like that of Jupiter with Semelé, in thunder and lightening.

Alexander’s pride was too far heated by passion and wine not to be pleased with the proposal; and more so, when she covered her wicked caprice with a shew of national vengeance: saying, let us set fire to Pesrepolis, in return for the Persians having formerly burnt a part of Greece.

Orders were instantly issued, that all the instrument of war might clamour out, as near as possible, animation of the thunder’s rumbling; while the king, leading the way with a flambeau in his hand, in which article he was imitated by all his courtiers, barbarously set fire to the most ancient city. The most wanton in the provoking the conflagration was the wicked Thais, on whom Alexander leaned, while he feasted his eye upon the flames.

Returned to the magnificent tent where the late entertainment was, he found Clytus his ancient officer, and faithful guide of his youth in the trade of war, sitting in a dissatisfied manner. Clytus was the only courtier that did not join in the frenzy.

Thus his sovereign accosted the honest veteran, “Why lookest thou thus frowningly upon us? thou seemest not to approve what we have done; if so, tell us thy reasons wherefore: and farther know, that if thou didst not stand so high in our royal favour, perhaps the instant forfeiture of life, would be the punishment for thus insolently scowling on thy monarch.

To which Clytus indirectly replied, ‘Far be it from me, witness ye powers, who rule mankind, to approve of any act that honour cries against: O fortitude! O Macedon! O Philip, thou wouldst not.’

“What would he not?” interrupted the king; “and what means thy daring insolence, to thus presume on our indulgence?”

Clytus intrepidly rejoined, “All my insolence would mean, is, that Philip, your great father, would scorn to do what any Barbarians could —to set fire to a defenceless city! He never would debase his glory so far, as to let a dancing girl, a harlot, have the direction of his actions.”

Alexander’s rage, provoked by being thus called the son of Philip, thus placed beneath him; and seeing streams of tears flow from the fair eyes of Thais, stung with what Clytus had justly said of her: he snatched a javelin from the hands of one of the attendant guards, with which he ran violently at, and drove it through the body of Clytus, who fell dead at his feet.

Scared at this disaster the company broke up, and the courtiers retired different ways. Thais, during the night kept her royal love in the best humour she could. But in the morning, when reason and sobriety returned, he rose from her with a sense of loathing, as being the cause of his rashly murdering the man he so much loved; and to whom he was under as great obligations as a sovereign can be to a subject.

For some days he would admit none of the courtiers into his presence, thro’ resentment of their not having hindered his committing so inglorious a deed. He banished Statira for ever from his presence, and pronounced death to whomsoever should dare mention her to him. His grief for the loss of Clytus was so excessive, that it was apprehended his health might be impaired in consequence.

But the true antidote to the slowly-consuming poison of sorrow, is bustle and business, as Alexander on this occasion experienced. The Scythians having sent a deputation to invite him to accept their sovereignty, without any effusion of blood; his pride was awakened to appear to them in a light that should manifest the son of Jove and not of sorrow.

In order that a friendship might be more strongly cemented between him and them, he dressed in their manner, and ordered all his courtiers so to do. He afterwards married their reigning princess Roxana, of a temper as proud and violent as his own. She likewise pretended to derive her origin from the great deity which the Scythians adored. This coincided admirably with the vanity of Alexander, and on that account he adhered to her more, than through any violence of affection; for permanently he loved none but Statira.

Returning from his expedition to India, he sickened at Babylon, whither Statira hastened to give new marks of her fondness and duty to him, having been so long in a state of separation. Thither likewise did Roxana haste.

But the malady of the victorious monarch they were both enamoured of, proving superior to the skill of physic, he expired in the three and thirtieth year of his age. A few days before his death, Roxana resolving to have no rival, in case he should recover, had Statira assassinated by some of her Scythian slaves.

After the decease of Alexander, she chose for her second husband Perdiccas, a favourite of the departed monarch’s, and whom he meant as his successor. But as there is nothing remarkable transmitted in history relative to their love or gallantry, here we break off from them.

The AMOURS of

CLEOPATRA,

WITH

JULIUS CAESAR and MARC

ANTONY

THIS celebrated heroine of Egypt, acknowledged universally to have been the greatest proficient in the coquettish arts, that hath as yet appeared in female form, was the daughter of Ptolomeus Auletes king of Egypt; who at his death bequeathed the crown of that kingdom to the princess Cleopatra, and her brother Ptolomeus Dionysius: whom she was to marry according to the usage of that country.

              But three ambitious grandees of the Egyptian court, who, after their monarch’s decease, had usurped a very great sway, intending to share among them the revenues and power annexed to the throne, got into their hands the young prince Ptolomeus Dionysius, to give a sanction through him to their iniquitous doings.

              The names of those three ambitious men were Achilles, Theodotus and Pothinus. It was by their instigation that the young prince sent auxiliary forces to Pompey, in the civil war between him and Caesar. Pompey in return, by his great interest at Rome, prevailed to have the throne of Egypt given solely to the brother, by a decree of the senate, which was very injurious to the sister’s right, who had committed no offence against them.

              Cleopatra was not a little enraged at finding herself thus deprived of the inheritance left to her by the late king her father. But not long after, she had the satisfaction to hear of her illustrious robber, Pompey’s death; which happened in the following perfidious manner.

              After the unsuccessful battle of Pharsalia, defeated Pompey fled for an asylum to Cleopatra’s brother Ptolomeus Dionysius, in order to be sheltered from the pursuits of victorious Caesar. But alas! unhappy man, how mistaken was he to have any reliance on the three perfidious traitors, who betrayed their country and Cleopatra’s right, to him; for, by the contrivance of that infernal Trio, he was murdered, as he landed on the Egyptian shore.

              By this deed, as base, as treacherous, they meant to pay their court to the rising sun, victorious Caesar. This, among a thousand other instances in history, is a sufficient cause for the detestation traytors are to be held in. The wretch who betrays one cause for sordid interest, will, for the same vile motive be false to another.

              Cleopatra, as it was natural, considering the great injury she had suffered, rejoiced at the death of Pompey, by whose sway in the Roman senate, her exclusion from the throne of Egypt had been obtained. And what heightened her satisfaction, was, that Pompey’s assassination had been not only plotted, but carried into execution by these three objects of her detestation, Achillas, Potinus, and Theodotus, who made that unhappy Roman act so flagrantly partial against Cleopatra.

              The natural pride of that princess’s temper, could not but render this signal revenge a very savoury dish to her. When in some time after the murder of his rival for power, Caesar came to Alexandria, the princess Cleopatra, and her sister Arsinoe, were in Syria, raising forces, in order to make some efforts to recover her right to the throne of Egypt.

              But on the first advice she had received of Caesar’s arrival in Egypt, she resolved to repair thither, and plead her cause in person to the conqueror. For abounding with that self-complaisance, of which indeed the sex is seldom devoid, she concluded that the bewitching graces, and commanding beauty of her person, must prove infinitely more cogent in her behalf, that all the arguments the most powerful orator could advance.

              She was not deceived in her hopes; for though Caesar had honoured with an audience her humble emissaries to him, yet he determined nothing before he saw her; which interview being liable to many difficulties on her side, she brought it about in a shrewd manner.

              Her sister Arsinoe, and her younger brother, met no obstacle to their entering Alexandria. But Achillas, the reigning brother’s general, being apprehensive lest she should claim her right, of which she had been deprived by the intrigues of that general and his accomplices, employed every device to prevent her being seen by Caesar.

              Cleopatra, who had never proved short of invention at any exigence, applied to a person she could rely upon. Apollodorus the Sicilian, to get a small boat, and conduct her on the river, in the dusk of the evening, to a landing place near the palace; in which vehicle, being by the aid of a faithful woman bound up in bedding, Apollodorus carried her thus concealed on his back through the castle gates, and got unexamined into the apartment where Caesar was lodged.

              The great Julius was highly pleased with the cunning of the stratagem, and charmed with the air, sprightliliness, and majesty with which she agreeably surprized him, starting from her enclosure. He gazed, he wondered, and soon became enamoured of her.

              In return for Cleopatra’s corresponding fondness to the conqueror, he soon ordered the crown of Egypt to be restored to her, excluding her brother, as a just punishment for having so long usurped her undoubted right.

              But in some time after, in order to appease the disquietudes and murmuring of the Alexandrians, set on in all probability by the discontented Achilles, and the rest of his turbulent faction, Caesar found it expedient to place her younger brother in partnership with her on the throne of Egypt.

              But the restless Achillas, seeing all his ambitious views threaetned by this measure, applied to, and prevailed upon his royal tool, the dethroned Ptolomeus Dionysius, to protest against the arbitrary and unjust proceeding of Caesar, which he seconded, by raising commotions and taking up arms against the Romans.

              After several engagements, Julius at last, in a decisive battle, gained so complete a victory over Ptolomeus Dionysius, that he was under a necessity of saving himself by flight, and in a precipitate attempt to reach his ships on the river Nilus, was therein drowned.

              After so decisive a blow in Cleopatra’s favour, the Roman conqueror Julius, her passionate lover, joined in the sovereign dignity with her, her younger brother, but eleven years old; in fact a cypher, but in order to quiet the tumultuous minds of the Alexandrians. By this means Cleopatra was in a manner solely invested with the regal power.

              The Egyptian queen detained Caesar near her, about a twelvemonth, in the utmost profusion of voluptuous luxury; which, by daily varying, she knew how to give a new zest to. For never was invention so fertile as hers, to give a new whet to pleasure, or to re-kindle almost exhausted desires. New scenes, new devices were daily employed, as for instance:

              Sometimes they met, he in the character of Endymion, she in that of Venus. Young Cupids pointed to an inviting bower, where, while they indulged in raptures of love, soft instruments according with tender voices were heard; and from above, by an artful contrivance, a shower of sweet-scented flowers fell upon them.

              The most whimsical of all Cleopatra’s amorous devices with Julius Caesar, was, that he and she should be exposed in a golden net of wonderful workmanship, suspended from the top of a salon most magnificently decorated, in the character of Mars and Venus.

              On different degrees of a richly ornamented amphitheatre, around the blissful state of suspension, were her gentlewomen and eunuchs ranged, according to the precedents of the different gods and goddesses, whom they represented. The most deformed and limping figure of her household was chosen to represent the jealous uneasy part of the blacksmith-cuckold, Vulcan. While the fictitious pair affected alarms at the discovery; all the mimic deities exhibited in their countenances the peculiar sensations it was proper they should be actuated with.

              A necessary war obliged Caesar to depart from Cleopatra at the end of the year. This cruel separation sat heavy on her mind; as she had looked on the conquest of her charms over Caesar’s affections, an object to be preserved at any rate; she made overtures of accompanying him.

              His answer was, that with the greatest pleasure he would consent to her taking such a step, which would still continue his happiness, but that the Roman troops had violently declared against her coming with them.

              Not long after Julius’s departure, his beauteous mistress was delivered of a son, the fruit of their amours, whom she caused to be named Caesarion, in honour of, and with the permission of Caesar.

              Julius on his return to Rome, had Cleopatra’s image fixed near that of the goddess of beauty, in a temple which he had built and dedicated to Venus. The Egyptian queen, as soon as she had heard of this signal honour done her by her lover, entreated him to permit her visiting him at Rome, which request he granted.

              She took her young brother along with her. When arrived in Rome, she was lodged by Caesar in an apartment of his own palace. So open and unguarded was he in his gallantries to her, and so entirely absorpt was he in the intoxication of voluptuousness, that the Romans were highly displeased thereat; such conduct being too disrespectful of Calphurnia the wife of Caesar, and revered by all Rome for her virtues and good qualities.

              But so absolute a power had Cleopatra’s bewitching beauty over the affections of Julius, that all remonstrances to him against her, prove ineffectual, and no less a motive than the necessity of his presence to put an end to the war, then raging in the kingdom of Spain, could have forced him from the embraces of the queen.

              At his setting out from Rome, he advised her to return to Egypt; for that her sojourning in Rome, during his absence, would be not only improper, but also expose her to the resentment of his wife Calphurnia’s jealousy, and to the combined anger of all her friends, who were very numerous in Rome; and that therefore her staying in that city might be attended with fatal consequences, which he entreated her to prevent by returning to Egypt betimes.

              She felt the weight of his advice, and prepared for her return to Egypt, he having previously made her a number of magnificent presents. As Cleopatra, in her most intoxicating scenes of debaucheries, never lost sight of her interest, to which she made all her pleasures subservient, her policy suggested the scheme of leaving the partner of the Egyptian throne, her brother, behind her.

              By this expedient she resolved to rid herself of an apprehension she had laboured under, that in case of Caesar’s death, by sickness or the many accidents to which a military life exposes heroes; that her brother, as he should advance in years, would insist not only upon his share of the government, but attempt to stretch it.

              In order to prevent any such disagreeable consequence, she contrived to have him poisoned at Rome, but the most unperceptible method, well knowing that his catastrophe would be better concealed where he was a stranger, and less enquiry made, then if it were to happen at home, in their own dominions.

              On Cleopatra’s return to Alexandria, the first news she heard was the barbarous murder of Caesar in the Roman senate, by the ungrateful Brutus and his associates, in so base so cowardly a manner.

              Having shed a few tears at the first emotion she felt on the melancholy news; her policy whispered her to bethink in time, of siding with that party which appeared most likely to prevail in Rome, and thereby to be able to support herself on the throne of Egypt.

              By a transition that cost her no very great violence, she entered into an intimacy with the eldest son of the late Julius Caesar’s greatest enemy. Caesar being no more, she concluded that the family of Pompey would be of the most sway in Rome: wherefore, she judged it to be her interest to cultivate the friendship of the chief of that illustrious family; and thereupon (true woman) entered into a connection of fondness with Sextus Pompeius, the heir of him who had formerly, through the instigation of Achillas, deprived her of the right of co-inheritance with her brother Ptolomeus Dionysius, as had been willed by their father.

              The political course which Cleopatra steered during the civil war, between the assassins of Julius Caesar, and the avengers of his murder, was to trim with both parties; for which purpose she sent auxiliary troops at the same time to Cassius, on the side of the assassins, and to Dollabella on the side of the avengers.

              But in consequence of the decisive battle fought at Philippi, Marc Antony and Augustus Caesar were in fact the masters of the Roman empire. The third personage of the triumvirate, Lepidus, was but a mere cypher, of whom neither of the other two could harbour any jealousy, but alternately meant him a convenient tool for their politics to work with.

              Marc Antony, upon his arrival in Cilicia, dispatched Dellius to Cleopatra, with a mandate from him, to appear in person before his tribunal, and answer to the impeachment lodged against her, for having assisted Julius Caesar’s enemies.

              Dellius had no sooner delivered the commission to Cleopatra, with which he was charged by Marc Antony, that she conceived flattering hopes of succeeding with him, as she had with Caesar and Pompey before. She had moreover learned, during her residence at Rome, the characters of all the great men there, who were like one day to rise to great power. Among other particulars, she had learned that Marc Antony was known to be of an amorous disposition.

              With an air of interesting solicitude, she put many questions to Dellius, relative to Antony; the burden of each was, that she hoped she had not given him any offence, or cause of anger whatsoever. That although she had never the honour of knowing him personally, she had notwithstanding been long acquainted with his many great and shining virtues; nay, more, that he had long a great share in her esteem, on account of the friendship that subsisted between him and Julius Caesar; in losing whom, she lost her ehief support: and that, to aggravate her misfortune, the wickedness of her enemies was so implacable, as to accuse her of taking part with his murderers.

              Here artful sighs, and a studied burst of tears, interrupted her discourse. Nay, she played her part so well, as to clear herself of the charge, in the opinion of Dellius, or indeed, of any man who had eyes to see such beauty in affliction.

              Cleopatra having perceived through her tears, that she had interested Dellius in her behalf, she recovered as it were from her fit of sorrow, and put on such a languishing look, as filled him, not only with a generous compassion, but, also extorted from him an instance declaration of his being devoted to her service.

              He advised her to dissipate all anxiety, and to grieve no more: that he took upon himself to assure her, that her personal charms would soon disarm whatever resentment Marc Antony could have harboured against her from wrong informations; and who, he imagined, would have much more to fear from the power of her beauty, than she from any effect of his anger.

              She gave readily into the opinion of Dellius, from the power her charms had already experienced over Pompey and Caesar. She did not hesitate a moment to swell the list of her admirers with the name of Marc Antony, whose conquest she looked upon as a thing of course.

              On her dismissing Dellius, she bound him still farther to her interest, by giving considerable presents. She charged him with the kindest messages to his lord, promising a prompt obedience to his commands, as soon as she should be bale to get all things in readiness for her departure, and her being in a proper condition to appear before him.

              At this interview of congé with Dellius, the artful queen had taken care to set the beauty of her person in a most advantageous light. No article was forgot, that could in the least enhance her charms in the eyes of Dellius, on whose mind she meant to make a strong impression; that in consequence of the striking account he should give of her superior beauty, Marc Antony should be made impatient to see the bright original, of which so elegant a picture was drawn. She looked languishingly, smiled fondly, and played off all her coquettish arts at the envoy of the Roman triumvir.

              After the departure of Dellius, her fertile invention went to work in contriving the variety of pleasurable scenes, with which, succeeding to each other, she should entirely captivate Antony to her wishes, and to her ambitious lust of power; that thro’ him she might rule over all, who acknowledged his authority.

              In order to excite a strong desire of her coming, she did not make any violent haste to set out on the expedition: for her scheme was to know ere she commenced the journey, what effect the report of Dellius had on Marc Antony’s mind. She therefore delayed setting out, till her immediate appearance was demanded by many repeated messages.

              The important day being at last come, on which she intended to try her fate; having made all requisite preparatives, in superb ornaments, money, &c. and embellished her person with all the assistance of her art, she sallied from her palace, attended by her guards.

              Soon after she embarked on the river Cydnus, in a small, but neat galley, of most excellent workmanship. The head of it shined with burnished gold, with which it was inlaid in a very curious manner.

              All the sails were made of purple silk. Nay, the oars with which the galley were rowed, consisted of silver and kept musical time to the hautboys and flutes that played to them.

              Cleopatra, with a studied air of lasciviousness, indolence, and supine affectation, had her self tricked out in such ornamental attire, as the goddess of love was supposed to delight in, when she exhibited herself under a canopy of gold, enriched with the most curious embroidery.

              A number of handsome young boys were stationed on each side, like so many Cupids, in order to fan the supposed goddess of beauty, Cleopatra.

              The most beautiful of her attendant ladies of honour, dressed in a mixed habit, partaking of that of the sea nymphs, and of the graces, surrounded her in awful silence, to execute her royal commands, and direct all the subordinate to them.

              Those of a less delicate form were stationed part a-round the helm, in order to relieve each other in steering; part at the tackle, which they had been taught to manoeuvre. There exhaled from the galley to the shore, filled with multitudes of spectators, a delicious fragrancy which added to the general glee.

              Cleopatra’s bosom was dilated with an excess of joy, as she saw the prodigious crowds that flocked together from all quarters of the city, to behold so magnificent a sight. She appeared rather to make her triumphal entry, than one summoned to account for her actions.

              Deserted Marc Antony was left alone in the forum on his tribunal, all his attendants having gone to feast their eyes on, and pay homage to Cleopatra as their sovereign. How it tickled her ears to hear the people on either bank of the river, as her galley moved along, say to each other, “Venus is come to feast with Bacchus, for the general welfare of the Asiatic nations.”

              We apprehend that it will be an additional entertainment to our readers, to present them here with the poetical descriptions of this parade of Cleopatra’s on the river Cydnus, as drawn by the two greatest poetic geniuses this kingdom has produced, to wit, Shakespear and Dryden.

              It will also be a pleasure to observe the different points of light, in which those great men have considered it, and on what parts of the historical detail they have chosen to bestow their heightening strokes, and enliven with the strongest glow of colouring.

              There is a greater strength, and a more energic conciseness in the picture drawn by Shakespear. In that of Dryden, there is a milder, freer, and more elegant display of all the different parts that constitute the whole, which are perhaps too closely crowded together in Shakespear. He indeed presents his piece with an offhand, and unstudied magnificence; which Dryden being sensible of, strives to rival him, with a beautiful arrangement of several figures, and an unequalled harmony of expression.

              Thus runs Shakespear’s picturesque description.

              The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne

Burnt on the water. — The poop was beaten gold,

Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that

The winds were love-sick with them; the oars

                            were silver,

Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made

The water which they beat, to follow faster

As amorous of their strokes. — For her own person

It beggar’d all description; she did lie

In her pavillion, cloth of gold, of tissue,

O’er-picturing that Venus, where we see

The fancy out-work nature. —On each side her

Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,

With divers coloured fans, whose wind did seem

To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,

And what they undid, did.

                                          O rare for Antony!

Her gentlewomen, like the Nereids, or

So many mermaids, tended her i’th’ eyes,

And made their bends adornings. --- At the helm

A seeming mermaid steers. The silken tackles

Swell with the touches of those flow’r soft hands,

That yarely frame the office. From the barge

A strange invisible perfume hits the sense

Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast

Her people out upon her; and Antony,

Enthroned i’th’ market place, did sit alone,

Whistling to the air; which but for vacancy,

Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,

And made a gap in nature! rare Egyptian!

              Thus flows Dryden’s terse, florid and happy versification.

              Her gally down the river Cydnus row’d,

The tackling silk, the streamers wav’d with gold;

The gentle winds were lodg’d in purple sails,

Her nymphs like Nereids round her couch were

              plac’d;

Where she, another sea-born Venus, lay.

She lay, and leant her cheek upon her hand,

And cast a look so languishingly sweet,

As if, secure of all beholders hearts,

Neglecting she could take ’em: boys like Cupids

Stood fanning, with their painted wings, the

              winds

That play’d about her face. But if she smil’d,

A darting glory seem’d to blaze abroad;

That men’s desiring eyes were never wearied,

But hung upon the object. To soft flutes

The silver oars kept time, and while they play’d,

The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight

And both to thought ’Twas heav’n, or some-

              what more!

For she so charm’d all hearts, that gazing crowds

Stood panting on the shore, and wanted breath

To give their welcome voice.

It is apparent from reading the two pieces, one after the other, as they have been wrote, that Dryden was thoroughly sensible of the difficulty he laboured under, in being obliged to give Cleopatra’s progress on the Cydnus in a poetical dress; it having been already executed in so strong a manner, by that foremost of dramatic writers, Shakespear.

              Dryden, in order to compensate in some sort for the expressive vigour, infused into the description of England’s proto-type for sublime diction, called into his assistance all the succour of tasteful and ingenious art, and has left it a disputed point among the connoisseurs of polite writing, which of the two pieces is the more masterly performance.

              As soon as the queen landed, Marc Antony sent her a most courteous invitation to honour him with her company at supper. To the person who brought the invitation, after pausing a while, she made this answer, “That although his master, as a Roman senator, and then acknowledged the greatest man in the world, might insist upon all potentates waiting on him; yet she humbly hoped that he would remit a little of his supreme and unquestionable authority, in behalf of a stranger, and a woman; and that as the brave have been always celebrated for their indulgence to the wishes of the fair sex, she humbly requested he would spare her pride, as a queen, and that she might be first favoured with a visit from him.”

              Marc Antony’s impatience to have sight of Cleopatra, made him readily grant her request. On her side, she took all possible care, and as much as the shortness of the time would permit, to prepare an elegant reception for this great warrior, whom she meant to subdue by her artful wiles.

              She planned all the batteries of her cunning, to beat down the hero’s mind, and hoped that by luxurious entertainments, and amorous dalliance, she should reduce him to her purpose. At his approach, soft music calculated to excite the passions, were played off. In an avenue of high trees, a surprising quantity of branches with lights in them, were disposed in the cleverest manner, some in squares, and some in circles: they were all let down at the signal of his being come.

              A great number of birds that she had trained, were let loose among the branches, and sung to the splendor of this artificial light, as if the sun were rising. As he advanced along, he saw ranged on each side of him in two rows, a suit of most beautiful women, dressed in a most sumptuous manner, and every step he made, he observed that they rose in beauty, and magnificence of attire. His eyes were ravished with so enchanting a variety.

              By thus arranging her ladies of her court, Cleopatra’s scheme was to give Marc Antony an idea of the gradation of beauty from the lowest degree to the highest imaginable. So convinced was that beauteous queen of Egypt of the superiority of her own charms, that she had never felt the least jealous sensation, on account of any other woman’s beauty.

              For that reason it was, that she had constantly about her person, the most celebrated belles she could collect, that they might serve as so many foils to her, affording to all who might approach her, the easy means of making comparisons so agreeable to her vanity, and which always concluded her fairest among the fair.

              Cleopatra had fixed herself in a thoughtful attitude, her graceful head reclined upon her alabaster hand. She had so well contrived the studied position she was in, that Marc Antony might see her, whilst he knew not that he was mutually seen by her.

              From the first moment that it could be imagined she saw him, her subtle majesty sprung up with such an air of alertness, to meet, and welcome her illustrious guest, that her foot slipt as it were by accident, and she dropped on her knees.

              Marc Antony ran up to raise her. As soon as she was recovered from her affected fright, caused by so unexpected a disaster, she returned her thanks to Marc Antony for that favour, in the choicest language, and in most winning accents. She concluded her complimentary address to him in a very artful manner, hoping that this accident at their first interview, was auspicious, it seeming to intimate that he would support her female weakness by his strength, and take under his protection a queen, who resigned herself and interest to him.

              This little artifice of Cleopatra’s, however trifling in appearance, produced the desired effect on Marc Antony’s mind, quite smitten with her. She was too intelligent not to read immediately her triumph in his eyes. She tacitly applauded her successful stratagem.

              Her fall, that seemed the effect of a respectful hurry to receive Marc Antony, moved his compassion; and the ready-witted turn she gave to it; raised his admiration. The whole transaction conspired to remind him of the mighty power, and extensive authority with which he stood invested.

              He supported her by the arm, and led her to a chair of state, which she had prepared for him to sit on. He placed her in it with some affected reluctance on her side. His kind attention to her, was the pride of her heart, which she had art enough to conceal.

              He sat near her; as he attempted to speak, his voice faultered. His words came from him in a flurried and trembling manner, which denoted how much he adored, and at the same time how awe-struck he was by her beauty.

              All the strong symptoms of love that broke out on Antony’s side, made Cleopatra’s heart swim in an ocean of joy. She omitted no allurements, no heightening artifice, to encrease his love for her.

              He invited her to sup with him the next night, during which repast, she rivetted her charms so fast on him, that he was never after capable of extricating himself. He told her, in a most submissive manner, that whilst he served under Gabinus in Egypt, he had heard various reports of her transcendent beauty, and that although at that time he suspected them to be exaggerated, he declared them all to have fallen infinitely short of the bright original, of which they impotently attempted to give an adequate picture.

              She thanked him for his too favourable opinion of her, in the most flattering terms, and manifested such an extraordinary and well-acted fondness for him, as must have imposed on most men. But all the while this consummate coquette had no other regard for this hero, who lived but in her smiles, than as she beheld in him the fit tool for her ambition, and the sure means of extending her power.

              Cleopatra’s policy being convinced that Marc Antony’s friends must be her enemies, and that they not being fascinated by love, as their master was, would soon see into her deceitful conduct, and discover the self-interested drift of all her actions; she therefore made it her study to put them and her lover at variance.

              Her next step, was to place all her own creatures, on whom she had an entire reliance, near the person of Antony, debarring all others from having any admission to him; by which monopoly, she met no opposition in the many projects she had to propose to him.

              The first trial of importance that she put his love to, was, the prevailing on him to consent to the death of her sister Arsinoe. To this princess, younger than Cleopatra, the deceased Julius Caesar had formerly allotted the kingdom of Cyprus. Cleopatra had no particular cause of complaint against this young princess, but was invidiously piqued at her universal good character, and wanted besides to deprive her of her kingdom.

              To bring her hellish project to bear, she so contrived matters, that for a week together her lover found her frequently in tears. When asked the cause, she told him it was from an information she had received, that her treacherous sister Arsinoe was plotting against her life, jealous of her good fortune, to be the object of his fondness.

              This hint was enough for so blind and passionate a lover as Antony, who, without entering into any farther enquiry about the matter, gave private orders for dispatching Arsinoe, and so remove the cause of Cleopatra’s grief. He made her a present of the kingdom of Cyprus, which soon put an end to her affected sorrow for Arsinoe’s death.

              The next act of her great power over Antony was, her persuading him to go with her to Alexandria, contrary to the advice of his friends, his interest, and all the cogent reasons of policy. She resolved to detain him in that city, at all events; and for that purpose put in practice all the diversions and sports she could imagine, that his time being so entirely taken up with diversity of amusements, business should find no opportunity of intruding.

              She instituted an order called The inimitable Life, and the distinguishing title of inimitable lives was given to those who had the happiness of being admitted. The spirit of this institution was, that such a variety of entertainment should be pursued as to leave no craving void to the mind; which intent was to keep Antony always occupied, and hinder his relapsing into any reflections from his present inglorious life; whilst his indefatigable rival for empire was gaining advantages against him in many places.

              She knew perfectly well how to adapt herself to all the different humours of her lover, in order to maintain her absolute sway over his affections. She never parted from him; was always by his side, that whisperers might not have an opportunity of insinuating any thing to him against her.

              Rather than be absent a moment from him, she would play at dice, drink, and hunt with him; nay, attend him even in his military exercises: and on such occasions, as if suddenly enraptured with the majesty of his deportment, would fondly cling around, calling him her Hercules, her Alexander, her Hector, her Achilles.

              He so entirely yielded himself up to her wanton stratagems, that they would often dress themselves like gods and goddesses of Rome and Egypt. At other times they would ramble about the streets of Alexandria, in disguise, alarming the inhabitants with an unreasonable noise at their doors, and windows, he disguised like a servent man, and she like a common woman.

              It happened sometimes, that they returned home roughly handled, nay, beat and bruised, from such licentious expeditions, which with her art she used to turn to matter of mirth.

              She invited him to an angling match with her, but he being so unlucky as not to catch any thing, apprehended that she would look upon him but as an indifferent sportsman; wherefore against the next bout, he gave private orders to some fishermen to dive under water, and fasten on his hooks some fishes, that had been just fresh taken.

              In consequence of his decree, he drew so fast, that had she not been so much used to impose on others, she might have been deceived. But she was soon aware of the juggle, which in his presence she pretended to be ignorant of, and affected a rapturous amazement at his dexterity in taking fish so fast, which highly pleased his vanity.

              Cleopatra having let her friends into the secret of the discovery she had made, invited them to assist at a fishing party the next day. They all attended. Immediately after they were got into their fishing barges, and Antony had thrown out his line, Cleopatra ordered a diver, in her service, to get the start of Antony’s, and fasten on his hook a fish, which had been taken in the Pontic sea, and salted.

              The gallant Roman, imagining he felt a bite, drew up his line with an air of triumph; but upon the freightage of his hook appearing to be a salted fish of the Pontic sea, the company could not forbear laughing at so unexpected a sight.

              He was for some time in a rage, at seeing himself so exposed; but as she knew how to work him up and down as she pleased, she thus addressed him with a smile: “Great warrior of Rome, do not envy us the humble inhabitants of Canopus and Charos, our reputation of being skilled in the art of fishing. Your proper game, great sir, is the taking cities, provinces and kingdoms. Be not then surprized that poor little fishes are scared from your hook, while armed millions flies from your sword with precipitate fear.”

              He was so charmed with this compliment, that he rushed immediately into her arms. While he was warm with love, she led him to a neighbouring bower, there to indulge in all the extravagance of bliss; during which revelry, as if conscious thereof, all the fish of the lake sprang up, which was executed by the alertness of her divers.

              Thus, day after day, did Cleopatra by subtle arts work on Antony in such a manner, that the frequent accounts of the defeats of his party, could not rouse him from the pleasing lethargy in which she kept his senses steeped.

              Two alarming messengers at length arrived, one from Rome, bringing news that his brother Lucius Antonius, and Fulvia his wife, had made up their private quarrels, and joined to oppose Octavius Caesar, who driving all before him, had obliged them to quit Italy. That moreover Octavius, had not only made himself master of Gaul, but had also got over to join his cause, all the remaining forces that were cantoned in that part of the Roman empire.

              The second messenger brought a still more disagreeable account, to wit, that the Parthian forces, commanded by Pacorus their king’s son, succoured by Barzapharnes and Labienus, had taken possession of Syria, and advanced their conquering arms, as far as Jerusalem. That they had plundered that city, and taken away prisoner with them Herod’s brother Phazael, and the high-priest Hyrcanus. That Herod was fled to the mountains of Judaea, in quest of a safe retreat.

              The alarm these two messengers caused in Antony’s breast, prevailing over love and fondness, he got together two hundred ships, and a considerable army, in order to chastise the Parthians for their insolence. At their departing interview his tears streamed abundantly; she affected to to sympathize, tho’ her heart was quite unaffected, but as to what regarded her interest.

              She had spies devoted to her, who attended Marc Antony, and gave her an exact account of all that passed; and if Fulvia were like to efface her from his thoughts. She sent him an artful letter, fraught with all the feigned raptures of sincere passion; to which she had received such an answer as she desired. She could not forbear asking the messenger a thousand questions relating to Antony’s behaviour, on receiving and reading her letter; and she had the additional joy to learn the death of Fulvia, which she thought left a clear coast for her, and that she now might look on herself as possessed of Antony’s heart, without a rival.

              While she was delighting her imagination with the fancied prospects of her future greatness, a messenger arrived from Marc Antony, with news of a nature terrifying enough to turn all her faculties to stone.

              By him she was informed, that thro’ the intrigues of Julia, Antony’s mother, and L. Coccius Nerva, a peace had been concluded between Antony and Caesar: that Octavia, sister of the latter, was made the pledge of this peace, by being married to the former.

              She learned also, that in consequence of this, to her, detested marriage, Antony and Caesar had entered Rome in triumph, leading between them Octavia; and that as they advanced thro’ the admiring crouds of their fellow citizens, continued acclamations of joy proved this to be a more pleasing and satisfactory event to the people of Rome, than any that had happened for a long time.

              In consequence of a new division which they had made of the Roman empire, all the western provinces, including Gaul, were to be the lot of Octavius. The Eastern were to acknowledge Antony for their master. A town of Illyria, called Codropolis, situate on the confines of Macedon, and eastward of the Adriatic gulph, was to be the limit of their respective dominions.

              The insignificant Lepidus was to continue undisturbed in Africa; and Pompey’s narrow sway was to extend but over Sicily, and a few islands contiguous to it.

              Cleopatra was to her great mortification informed, that Marc Antony had entered so hastily into this peace, as to have accepted the priesthood of the new sanctuary, lately erected, in honourable remembrance of the assassinated Julius Caesar, and in the political view of pleasing Octavius his successor.

              There is no describing the various agitations of passion the queen of Egypt was hurried through by such dreadful news to her. At one time she feared all was lost: at another, she entertained some distant gleams of hope, which were soon swallowed up in the blackest despair, from which she awoke in transient fits of madness.

              She soon after learned that Antony was arrived at Athens, accompanied by Octavia. After some stay there, he sailed for Syria, in order to regulate certain affairs; which done, he returned to Athens. In that city he made no long delay, being greatly exasperated by some reports which had been made to him against Octavius.

              He sailed directly for Italy with a fleet of one hundred ships, and made for Tarentum; the harbour of Brundusium being refused to him.

              Octavia, in order to prevent an irremediable rupture breaking out between her brother and husband, prevailed on the latter, she being then big with child to let her repair to the former. She was met on the way to him by her brother Octavius, with whom, in the presence of his two friends, Agrippa and Mecenas, she had a very long conference.

              She worked so effectually on the mind of Octavius by her solicitations and tears, as to prevent a war breaking out between them at that time. Nay, Caesar, in complaisance to his sister, marched peaceably to Tarentum, and altho’ he there had a formidable army drawn up on the shore, and a considerable fleet in the harbour, he did not offer to commit any act of hostility against his brother-in-law Marc Antony.

              An amicable interview ensured, the kindest salutations being interchanged on both sides. On this occasion peace was bought about a second time, between Antony and Caesar, by the intermediation of Octavia.

              Tho’ Cleopatra fretted greatly at this second reconciliation, yet things happened to turn out more agreeably to her wishes that she had any reason to expect. This lucky revolution for her was, in consequence of an agreement between Antony and Caesar, that the latter should give the former two of his legions to fight under him in the war he was mediating against the Parthians; and that Antony, in return, should make over one hundred of his armed gallies to Octavius.

              Farther grants being mutually made, Octavius directed his course immediately against Sextus Pompeius, in order to rescue Sicily from what he called his usurped possession. Antony made sail for Asia, having left his wife in the care of her brother.

              The anxious queen of Egypt conceived some cheering hopes from the separation of Antony and Octavia, looking upon that as a favourable opportunity to put her cunning to work for the regaining of his affections, now for some time weaned from her. She contrived to have the following letter put into his hands by one of her faithful agents, who watched the most favourable opportunity of delivering it.

              “To the emperor Marcus Antonius.

              “EXpression would prove bankrupt should it vainly attempt to paint the many tortures, and racking agonies I have suffered during the absence of the dear conqueror, whom alone I love. Love! did I say, ah! rather whom I adore.

              “It is humbly hoped that you will pardon this my intrusion, to dare write my sufferings to you. Indulge me still farther to lay aside all pomp of title, and call you by the beloved name of Antony.

              “Forgive this freedom (tho’ you be the brother-in-law of Caesar, and one of the sovereigns of the world) for this tender appellation calls to my fond remembrance all those blissful hours, when we thought time’s rapid wings hurried our pleasures on too fast.

              “But, fool that I am, why should I thus idly strive to picture to my fancy those joys, of which the present privation causeth all my misery, and inexpressible anguish. Every gale of wind that blows towards Athens, I load with sighs and lamentations, intreating their friendly waftage to your ears.

              “What inconceivable comfort would my harrassed soul receive from a few lines, even of indifference, if written to the disconsolate Cleopatra, by the hand of her dear Antony! Gods! how I should kiss them! how embalm them with my sighs! how bedew them with tears of fondness!

              “But, alas! that is a favour I must not hope for: and yet, methinks, some escapes of compassion towards the too afflicted queen, that had been once so happy in his love, could not, even in the mighty Marc Antony, be deemed an unheroic act.

              “Octavius Caesar might, indeed, be displeased thereat, and imagine himself insulted, thro’ what his pride might look upon as an injurious treatment of his sister. There is the fatal rock on which I but too plainly see that all my hopes are shipwrecked.

              “I have been informed (pardon my mentioning it, which, I assure you, is with the greatest concern) that in the presence of Octavius Caesar, tho’ a youth in comparison to you, you seem appalled and daunted, as if conversing with some superior being.

              “Let not then the unhappy Cleopatra, by either your writing to, or seeing her, be the cause of your incuring this great Caesar’s displeasure; in whose tremendous presence not only the common herd of mankind, but even, my conqueror, Marc Antony, stand in awe.

              “There was a time I fondly thought so, that the hero whom I loved, could fear no frown but that of thundering Jove, or of the declared goddess of his heart.”

              “That time is, alas! no more. I see that Antony ought to keep well with Caesar. He must never see, or even enter into an epistolary commerce with the forsaken and despairing

                                                                                                                CLEOPATRA.”

              Nothing was ever better calculated than this letter to gain upon Antony; for therein, under the masked battery of female fondness, his pride was attacked in the most sensible point; to wit, the charge of being so mean as to act before the boy Octavius, as an inferior.

              Antony, on reading the letter, was frequently heard to say, by the messenger who had delivered it to him: “Alas! what undeserved distress must you have suffered, my dearest Cleopatra!” This was his expression at the parts which appealed to his compassion. But in those, where Caesar’s supposed superiority over him was squinted at, he bit his lips in a frantic manner, he swore, he stamped, he raved, he roared.

              “Shall it then be said, ye gods! that I must be the humble and devoted dotard of Octavia, lest her brother should chide, rebuke, or punish me? No, by Rome’s sacred capitol, the undeceived world shall see, that the nod of this imperious youth, which slaves may tremble at, shall be to me but a meer subject of mirth.

              “Cleopatra’s constancy, tenderness, and love, shall be rewarded. Thither I shall not be compelled by the awe of any higher power; and thereby let the too presuming Octavia, and her insolent brother, learn the difference.”

              Things now ran as Cleopatra wished; for Marc Antony having got into his head that Octavia wanted to make a thorough husband, a mere domestic drudge of him, through the terror of her brother’s name, he began to hold them both in the utmost detestation. His pride could not brook the notion of his being supposed to live in awe of any mortal being.

              Cleopatra, made quite happy by the messenger’s informing her what various agitations her lover had undergone, in consequence of her letter; She wrote to him every day ‘til he came into Syria: from thence he dispatched Fonteius Capito to Egypt, to conduct his dearly beloved mistress to him, contrary to the advice of all his friends.

              The queen of Egypt, transported with the joyful message, and the success of her cunning, obeyed the glad summons without any farther delay, than that barely necessary for proper preparatives to appear before her reclaimed lover.

              She beguiled the way, by asking her guide Fonteius Capito variety of questions, about the present disposition of Marc Antony. All his answers coinciding with her secret wishes, she looked upon her second triumph over Marc Antony as secure, and employed her thoughts on several stratagems, how she should make the most of this new conquest over the Roman triumvir.

              His impatient love could not suffer him to wait at his own palace to receive, but hurried him some part of the way to meet her. There is no painting the delight with which his countenance was animated at her appearance.

              She artfully threw herself at his feet, in a most suppliant manner, and affected so submissive a countenance, as after so long an absence gave a new zest to his joy of seeing her again.

              “How! kneel to me, fair queen, whose bending before their altars is an honour sufficient for the immortal gods. Rather let me kneel before the shrine of so much excellence and beauty. O rise my goddess, and bless those longing arms, that have never known extatic happiness, but when they held encircled your world of charms.”

              Cleopatra, in a feigned tone of humility, replied to all his rapturous embraces; and tears of gratitude seemed to trickle adown her cheeks. “O my friend, my emperor, my only support in this world; how can my unworthiness be ever able to repay any part of your excessive goodness, to a forlorn and unbefriended queen!”

              He hindered her proceeding in such a plaintive strain, with repeated caresses, and in order to dry up her tears, made her several presents of very great value, all which she declared her contempt for, saying that in her eyes were of no value, but as their being gifts of her Antony.

              As soon as she had wriggled herself as strongly into his favour, as ever she had been, and found herself the arbitrary mistress of his affections, her first care was to have all those persons removed, who had advised against his sending for her to Syria; and likewise those whom she had the least room to suspect were in Octavia’s interest.

              Having by degrees dispersed from Antony’s person all those to whom she had the least dislike, and glutted her vengeance on them; she then set about indulging her other favourite passion, to wit, her boundless avarice. To satisfy its violent craving, she framed several false accusations against the governors and noblemen of Syria.

              So indefatigable was she become in wickedness, that any unhappy person, whose possessions had charms for her, was immediately accused of treachery, plots, &c. and Antony not only believed each charge, without difficulty, but thought himself happy in having so active and vigilant a friend as Cleopatra, to make such timely discoveries of all the dangerous schemes that might be hatching against him.

              It was by her machinations, that Lysamas king of Calcis was assassinated by the orders of Marc Antony, though he had formerly raised him to the throne of that kingdom. The charge she alledged against him, was, his having taken part with the enemies of her lover; but her only motive for this accusation was, that his spoils might fall to her share.

              Cyprus, Cyrene, Iturea, Caelo-Syria, Phoenicia, with a considerable part of Crete, and Cilicia, were by such iniquitous schemes added to her dominions: all which she looked upon but as a prologue, to her future usurpations, considering the absolute ascendancy she had obtained over Antony’s mind, who granted almost as fast as she requested.

              Antony having made ready all military preparations, for carrying on a war against the Parthians; it was judged proper, by all parties, that Cleopatra should not accompany him in that expedition. At parting from him, she played off all her wonted tricks, to leave a lively impression of her on his mind.

              At one time, she plied his vanity by exhibiting the wildest extravagance of passionate sorrow, for her being so eminently wretched as to be doomed to pass one day deprived of his dear company. Then on a sudden recollection, she thanked her stars, that she was yet so far blessed as to be in his presence, and to be able to feast her eyes on the supreme object of her idolatry.

              A burst of sighs, and a torrent of tears gushed out, at the mention of the Parthian war. “O cruel deities!” she exclaimed; why not rather extinguish that barbarous people, than let them be the wicked cause of my insupportable separation from Marc Antony?”

              “Tutelary gods of Egypt, who direct the benign swelling of the river Nilus, if ever your zealous votary Cleopatra has been the object of your care; if you have deigned to hear her humble supplications, O grant her present prayer: let the kingdom, the very name of Parthia, and all her monstrous progeny be instantly annihilated, so that I may detain my Antony, and not languish in an insipid life, when far from him.

              “But he shall not go; by all-subduing Venus, by Cupid, her powerful son, he shall not: for when seduced from me, under the pretext of making war against the Parthians, I see what my enemies drive at; it is to lead him indirectly back to hated Italy.

              Italy! execrable name to my fond love, of which I fear it will prove the bane. For there, should Caesar, the all powerful Octavius, in whose presence all other mortals tremble, chide, censure, or threaten to punish Antony for his return to me; he then for the sake of his safety, must yield to what ever terms young Caesar’s arrogated superiority of spirit shall deign to grant, and the reconciliation be ratified by my lover’s tasteless and domestic drudgery in Octavia’s stale embraces.

              Affected deeply by Cleopatra’s seeming fondness, and stung to the quick by her artful insinuation of Antony’s superiority, he bid her to banish all fear; to never harbour the least surmises of its being possible for him to alienate his affections from her, whatever revolution of fortune might attend his arms.

              Appearing quite satisfied with this sanguine declaration, of the imposed on Triumvir, she let him go, convinced of her having so strongly rivetted his passion, as that it would be impossible for him to live long in absence from her.

              Her care immediately after the departure of her lover, whose credulity she laughed at, was to consider how she should amuse and divert herself during his absence, or how, by the execution of some well imagined scheme, she might fill up the void of time.

              Having for a long time conceived the project of getting Judea into her possession, for which she had not as yet been able entirely to prevail on Marc Antony’s consenting thereto, she resolved to go thither and take a view of it. She arrive safe there, having on the way taken a survey of the principal towns of Syria.

              She was treated with the greatest respect by Herod, sovereign of that kingdom, who paid all the honour due to Cleopatra’s high rank, as a queen; and particularly to her, as the chief favourite of Marc Antony; to whom the supreme sway of that part of the Roman empire was allotted.

              Herod’s secret view in paying an extraordinary court to the queen of Egypt, was to make a friend of her with Antony, in case that his (Herod’s ) mother Alexandria, a woman of a most turbulent and ambitious spirit, should attempt to offer any complaints against him.

              Cleopatra who had private views on the kingdom of Judea, thought that the best method to make Herod give into the snare she wanted, would be to seem to have conceived a passionate fondness for him.

              This she knew would be the sure means of destroying Herod in the opinion of Antony, about whom she had placed her trusty spies, who were to make Herod (should he dare to by guilty) appear unsuccessful, at the same time that they were to exaggerate her inviolable constancy to Marc Antony.

              This crafty woman very well knew that Herod’s head  must pay the forfeit of Antony’s harbouring the least suspicion of his having cast an eye of concupiscence on Cleopatra; which catastrophe of the Judaean monarch was what she had determined to effectuate: and after her making him the victim of Antony’s enraged jealousy, to receive his kingdom from the Triumvir, as a reward of her fidelity to him.

              In order to execute this precious mischief so much to her taste, she called forth all her charms, and in order to succeed in drawing Herod to her lust, employed all the artifice and cunning she was capable of. But the politic king of Judea proved to subtile to give into her wiles. He did not think it at all prudent to become the rival of one of the rulers of the Roman empire, who could dispose of his life and Judaea, as to him should seem fit.

              Herod’s political coldness to Cleopatra’s advances to excite a passion in him, engendered such a violent hatred in her bosom for him, that the prior conceived desire of doing him mischief, was redoubled by this affront to her beauty, this unpardonable indifference to the power of her charms.

              On her quitting Judaea, full of dudgeon against it’s monarch; Herod thought it prudent to wait on her as far as the borders of Egypt; where at parting he made her several valuable presents, in hopes to asswage her anger thereby, and make her bury in forgetfulness his neglect of her beauty. But woman’s rage in general, and especially Cleopatra’s, was not to be appeased by presents.

              The first news she learned at her return to Alexandria, was that Octavious Caesar had made a most successful and glorious campaign, had driven Sextus Pompeius out of Sicily, of which kingdom he had made an entire conquest. That he had compelled Lepidus to resign the office, as well as abdicate the name and power of a Triumvir, and to be satisfied with a private station. That in consequence, the senators of Rome emulously strove who should flatter and pay the most servile court to Octavius, whose triumphal carr success and victory devoutly followed.

              Cleopatra was not displeased at the news of Caesar having reduced Lepidus to a private station, because by that means the entire power of the Roman empire necessarily devolved on Antony, jointly with hims