Darius III of Persia
Darius III or Codomannus(c. 380 - 330 BC), king of Persia from 336 BC to 330 BC.After the eunuch Bagoas murdered Artaxerxes III[?] (338 BC) and his son Arses (336 BC), he raised a distant relative of the royal house to the throne. This was Codomannus, who according to Justin x. 3 has excelled in a war against the Cadusians[?] (cf. Diod. xvii. 5 if., where his father is called Arsames, son of Ostanes, a brother of Artaxerxes). The new king, who adopted the name of Darius, took warning by the fate of his predecessors and saved himself from it by forcing Bagoas to drink the cup himself. Already in 336 BC Philip II of Macedon had sent an army into Asia Minor, and in the spring of 334 BC the campaign of Alexander began. In the following year Darius himself took the field against the Macedonian king, but was beaten at Issus and in 331 BC at Arbela[?]. In his flight ot the east he was deposed and killed by Bessus in July 330 BC.
External links
- A more detailed bio of Darius: http://campus.northpark.edu/history/WebChron/MiddleEast/DariusIII.html
- A genealogy of Darius: http://www.american-pictures.com/genealogy/persons/per01592.htm
With Marriage wherefore was he mockt
From Leonati Seate, and cast from her,
Sweete Imogen?
To taint his Nobler hart & braine, with needlesse ielousy,
2 Bro. For this, from stiller Seats we came,
That striking in our Countries cause,
Our Fealty, & Tenantius right, with Honor to maintaine
1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath
Then Iupiter, y King of Gods, why hast y thus adiourn'd
looke out, no longer exercise
take off his miseries
Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Mansion, helpe,
To'th' shining Synod of the rest, against thy Deity
Brothers. Helpe (Iupiter) or we appeale,
hee
Offend our hearing: hush. How dare you Ghostes
Sky-planted, batters all rebelling Coasts.
Vpon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres.
No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours.
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content,
His Comforts thriue, his Trials well are spent:
Our Temple was he married: Rise, and fade,
And happier much by his Affliction made
Our pleasure, his full Fortune, doth confine,
Expresse Impatience, least you stirre vp mine:
Was sulphurous to smell: the holy Eagle
More sweet then our blest Fields: his Royall Bird
As when his God is pleas'd
All. Thankes Iupiter
Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes, he is enter'd
Let vs with care performe his great behest.
Vanish
Post. Sleepe, thou hast bin a Grandsire, and begot
A Mother, and two Brothers. But (oh scorne)
And so I am awake. Poore Wretches, that depend
Wake, and finde nothing. But (alas) I.
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