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 The tragedy of Mustapha. Mustapha. Greville, Fulke, Baron Brooke, 1554-1628. [52] p. Printed [by John Windet] for Nathaniel Butter, London : 1609. 1596

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THE TRAGEDY OF MVSTAPHA .

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THE TRAGEDY OF MVSTAPHA .
Solyman . Rossa . Soly. ROssa the Eternall Wisedome doth not couet Of man his strength , or reason , but his Loue : And not in vayne ; for loue of all the powers , Is it which gouernes all things which are ours . I speake by Mustapha , for as a father , How often thought I those light iudging praises Of multitudes , ( whom my loue taught to flatter ) Trueths oracles , and Mustaphaes true stories , So deare are Ecchoes of our owne thoughts voices ; So dearely nature bids her owne beloued , So ill a Iudge is Loue of her beloued . But let vs see , if loue should not be blind , Forgetting selfe-respects to foster kind : The praised Phoenix ( neuer more then one ) Burneth ; t' is true , that she her like may breed , But neuer till she feele all life is gone , Except the life that life hath in her seed ; Then death , which kindnesse is by estimation , In her is but delight of Procreation . But be it loue , man hath another guide , The Orbe of his affection Reason is , But his loue Center 's in his priuate brest , And louing his , himselfe still loueth best . Since Mustapha will therefore die or kill ; I gaue him life , and giue him death I will . Rossa . Solyman my Lo: knowledge who was father To Mustapha , made me poore silly woman Thinke Nature could not her owne nest defile : But now I see Imposture passion may , The gold of Natures — betray And pardon Lo: if you were out of danger , And all these stormes blowne vp , to blow me ouer , Feare first should fall , threates strike , life perish , Fortune about her wheele , should turne my fortune , Ere I would doubt the child , and know the father . But you Sir , now that you are brought in question , You , vpon whome the worlds wel-being resteth , Much better were it , I were in the Center , A Ghost among the dead , Aire neuer bodied , Then my selfe-pitty womanish compassion , My loue vnto the children , for the father Should giue the children leaue to kill their father ; His fame vntimely borne , strength strangely gathered , Honour wonne with honouring , Greatnesse with humblenesse Fault-lessnesse with bearing faults , and want rewarding , Liberty seeking Loue , and danger praise , A Monarkes Heire in courses popular , Make me diuine some strange aspiring mind , Yet doubtfull , for it may be Art or kind : But iudge him with himselfe , and that by fact ; Persia our old imbrued enemy , Treates mariage with the sonne without the father ; A course in all Estates to Princes doubtfull ; But here much more ; where he that Monarke is , Must ( like the Sunne ) haue no light shine but his , The dowry what kingdomes , and hope of kingdomes . What sudaine knot hath bound vp these designes ? Made them that onely fear'd our greater growing , Study deuises for our greater growing . A giddy thought may change a priuate heart , But States whose loues and hearts by counsell grow , Whose wisedomes are , Occasion , Time and Seate , Haue other ends then chance in all they treat : Yet be it all the world will vs obey , And vnder ours all Empires Empire lay ; All great Estates surfet more oft then pine , Because desires still multiply with might , And parted power makes danger infinite . No , no , vpon the pitch of high Attempt I see him stand , playing with wrong and feare , For Loue and Duty they be captiues there : His hopes , the hopes of all , for all aspire : And as Kings ruling , must vse payne and law , So those that rise , must make the people see With present bondage , future libertie . Loue therefore stand aside , and fare well Pitty : Mustapha be cleare of fault , for Kingdoms wrong Turnes all the powers of Nature into fury , Mercy ioyes to be cruell , Truth is a tyrant , Loue hates , Hate in reuenge doth glory , The fall of Angels made not Heauen sorie . Solyman ; feare is broke loose within my spirits ; What will or may be , seemes already happens : His power thus great , well fixt , occasion ready , Shadowes of ruyne to my heart deliuer . Confused noise within my eares doth thunder , Of multitudes , that with obeying threaten . Solyman , feare of thee makes me wish for death , And feare againe to leaue thee , feareth death . Solym. Rossa , I scorne there should because of feare In one mans rage : for hard then were our State , That reynes of all the worlds desire beare : But thy disquiet shall increase my hate ; Thy wishes , vaine to thee yet neuer were , Exempt thou art from lawes of my Estate , For Loue and Empyre both alike haue pleasure , Part of themselues vpon desires to measure . And but that all my ioyes beare sorrowes Image , My hopes resemble feare , my wit confusion , Nature me thinks her-selfe , becomes a Monster , And that euen Mustapha makes all this Chaos . I could say I tooke pride in thy affection , For Power may be feared , Empire obeyed , Good fortune wooed , and followed for ambition : Reward makes knees to bow , makes selfe-loue humble : Honor , whose throane is vnder Princes scepter , May make aspiring thoughts delight in danger ; But Loue is onely that which Princes couet , And for they haue it least , they most doe loue it . Care therefore for thy selfe , I hold thee deare ; And as for me , Though Fortune be of glasse and easily broken , Yet , doubt not , my Armor is , against their spite : And such all-daring spirits are sildome borne , That vpon Princes graues dare sow their corne . Rossa . Sir , few in number are Times present children , Where man ends , there ends discontentments empire , Nouelty hath alwayes had a fleshly dwelling . Then tell me Lord , what man would choose his roome , That must expect in wickednes a meane , Or else be sure to find a fatall doome ? Can that stay in the midst , whose center 's lowest ? Old age is natures pouerty , and scorne : Desires riches liues in Princes children , Their youths are Comets , within whose corruption , Men prophecy new hope of better fortune . Baiazeth showes no man turnes from a Kingdome , For humblenes to aske his fathers blessing : Nature corrupted is ; and wit preferreth The wisedome that for selfe-aduantage erreth . Solym. Wisedome is not vnto herselfe indebted , That leaueth nothing but a God aboue her . Rossa . Sir , wickednes is forc'd that modest is , He flatters that allowes her not be cruell . Solym. Is there returne from death vnto the liuing ? Rossa . No Sir , but much may hap before his death ; Who thinking nothing worse , and nothing after Knowes , thought of wrong is death , if Princes liue , Where dead , all heires their owne guilt doe forgiue . Solym. I sent , he com's , and come is in my power . Rossa . Before he comes , who knowes your fatall houre , The wicked wrastle both with power and slight , While Princes liue , each mans life gardeth theirs , When they are dead , mens loues goe with their feares ; Slaine by the way , least grudge most safely were . Solym. Wrong is not princely , and much lesse is feare . Ross. Those glorious hazards tempt and hasten fate , They well become a man but not a State . Solym. This feare in women showes a kindnes too , And is for men to thanke , but not to doe . Rossa . We call them great hearts , which God hartens so That feare shall not fore-see their ouerthrow . Solym. Those are weake hearts , that while their feares they see Would ruine all men , lest they ruinde be , I do suspect , yet there is nothing done , I loose my fame , if so I kill my sonne . Rossa . The Gods when they leaue men to beasts a pray , His reason with his pride they do betray . Solym. Gods medle not where power and will agree , But when at once , men good and euill be , Though I yet know not he hath done amisse , I doubt ; and heauy Princes doubting is , Though I resolue , I will not kill him there ; It mortall is , when Kings do say they feare .
ACTVS II. SCENA II. Belyarby , Nuntius , Solyman , Rossa . Beliar. Fond man distraught with diuers thoughts on foot , That rack'st thy selfe , and Natures peace do'st breake , Iudge not the Gods aboue ; It doth not boote , Nor do thou see , that which thou dar'st not speake . Power hath great scope ; not in the priuate waies Of truth she walkes ; vertues of common men Are not the same which shine in Kings aboue , And do make feare bring forth the fruites of loue . Admit that Mustapha not guilty be ; Who by his Prince will rise , his Prince must please , And they that please , iudge with humility . Knowledge a burden is , obedience case , Who loues good name , is free to follow it , Who seekes Kings loues , he must their humors fit , When owners doe resolue to ouerthrow , The stately oke for gaine , or clearer sight , Who loues the shadow , with the fall seekes wo ; When others gather wood , and go vpright ; Like wheeles of wood ; or rather like dead loggs . With other sinnowes drawne , and lead about , Admit Kings be ; yet all men see not all ; Who rockes with chaines will moue , from whence they sit , Must spend their force to draw themselues to it . Yonder they are , whose charge must be discharged In Rossaes face ; me thinkes desire speaketh , He keepes the lawes , that all lawes forme breaketh . Solym. Rossa , you now shall know feare is a coward , Sworne to mistrust her selfe , to worship power ; Tyrant to man that should rule , and obeyeth , And tyrant-like betrayed , or betrayeth . Is Mustapha in health and comming ? Belyar. My Lord already come : for what can stay , Where loue and duty both teach to obey . Solym. Go rest , hereafter you shall know our pleasure . Rossa ; our Patriarke saw the heauens open , And in their throne this wisedome there appear'd , A virgin , by Eternities hand sitting , In beauties of the earth and heauen clothed , Containing in her shape , all shapes and fauours ; And in her life , the life of liuing creatures , Still one , and neuer one , mortall and yet immortall : A Chaos both of Reason , Sence and Passion , Working in plants onely to grow and fade , To pleasure others both with fruit and shade ; In beasts both life and sence created she , And but desire , to no law bound they be ; When man she made , and this same sparke diuine , Reason infus'd in him , that onely he In time might diuers from the Angels be . Then least this spright , free-denizend on earth Should of the world take pride , and so forget That vnto vs it but in lease is let : She doth within the body where it liues Place life and senses , drawn from beasts and plants , To warre with Reason , and shew what it wants . And if beliefe , the life of true Religion , Could not giue credite to this Reuelation , Euen feeling , which giues life to good beliefe , Within my selfe , makes my selfe an example . Mustapha is come , and by his comming Hath glutted my desire , and of his comming Hath made me doubt , my doubts suspect my malice ; Nature against my ielousie ariseth : Feare of ill doing , threatens feare of suffering : Worth assures greatnes , greatnes brings worth in question ; Truth is ( me thinkes ) both with him and against him ; And as for Reason , that should rule these passions , I finde her so effeminate a power , As she bids kill , to saue ; bids saue , and doubt not ; Keeping my loue and feare in equall ballance , That I with Reason , may thinke Reason is A glasse to shew , not helpe what Reason is . Thus like the corne vpon the weake stalke growing I bow my head , with euery breath of wether : And Mustapha , that now I would haue slaine , I now resolue to giue him life againe . Rossa . Sir , nature doth not disclaime her right in monsters , Which are but errors in her expectation , Nature with loue doth steale the hearts of fathers ; Her end is to make all her makings perfect : But Steele hath rust , Time change , and Nature error . No maruel then , though Mustapha in Nature Be found as well as Lucifer in Heauen . Let not these childrens sticks gilt to the show , Make you forget that wormes in them may grow . Remember , what true grounds of his Ambition , Made you resolue , his greatnes was your danger : And shall selfe-fondnesse put out iust suspition ? Conceit must not be guide of Loue or Anger ; For mischiefe while her head shewes in the clouds , In Plutoes Kingdome she her body shrowds : Lay hands on him , your feare may worke your woe , From wrong there is no other way to goe . Solym. How should I thinke my Sonne doth seek my blood ? Rossa . By being safe , doubt onely is withstood . Soly. Can Kings be safe from wrongs , that wrongs shal doe ? And wrong it is , in things not knowne , or done , For any Father to destroy his Sonne . Kings loose their Crownes that oft doe loue or feare , More then the Crownes , that they themselues doe weare . What Kings doe thinke , another man may doe , An other man may thinke , and doe it too . Solym. Power headlong is , Kings wrath like thunder blasts Doth feare the world , and that it hits , it wasts ; It cannot touch but it must ouerthrow . Where Kings doe let their power rule their wit , Better vnmade , then doe a misse with it . Rossa . But he that with his wit can rule his wit , Doth iudge and measure where his power shall light . Thunder , because it ruin's if it hit , The Gods themselues haue power ouer it . Solym. So , for that Kings haue power of all below , Their wrath must not before their knowledge goe . Rossa . Heauen may be slow where all at once is knowne , In Man , where , till they fall , Faults may be found , While doubt is curious , Helpe is ouerthrowne . Solym. They doe against themselues , that doubt and doe . Rossa . Who doubt against themselues , doe danger wooe . Solym. Arguments of doubt , accused him to mee ; And Arguments of loue doe set him free . Ross. My Lord , your doubt from arguments did rise Of wanton Greatnesse , Ambitious-seeking loue : Good Nature is not natured to be wise , If doubt with cause , without cause it remoue . Solym. Suspition is but onely tryals ground , Fame is like breath breath'd from the inward part . Rossa . Where it is death to thinke or to conspire , There Kings may kill before they doe enquire . Where Kings but onely for themselues doe feare , Both strength and honor is it to forbeare ; I am no more , vntill more I doe heare . Chorus Sacerdotum . O wearisome condition of humanity , Borne vnder one law , to an other bound , Vainely be got , and yet forbidden vanity , Created sicke , commanded to be sound : What meaneth Nature by these diuers lawes ? Passion and Reason . selfe-diuision cause : It is the marke , or maiesty of Power , To make offences that it may forgiue : Nature her selfe , doth her owne selfe deflower , To hate those errors she her-selfe doth giue . For how should man thinke , that he may not doe , If Nature did not faile and punish too ? Tyrant to others , to her selfe vniust , Onely commands things difficult and hard , Forbids vs all things , which it knowes is lust , Makes easie paines , vnpossible reward . If Nature did not take delight in blood , She would haue made more easie waies to good . We that are bound by vowes , and by promotion , With pompe of holy Sacrifice and rights , To teach beleefe in good and still deuotion , To preach of Heauens wonders and delights : Yet , when each of vs , in his owne heart lookes , He finds the God there , farre vnlike his bookes .
ACTVS II. SCENA I. Camena alone , They that from youth do sucke at Fortunes brest , And nurse their empty heart with seeking higher , Like dropsie fed their thirst , do neuer rest , For still begetting , they beget desire ; And thoughts like wood , while they maintaine the flame Of high desires , grow ashes in the same : But Vertue , those that can behold thy beauties , Those that sucke from their youth the milke of goodnes , Their mindes grow strong against the stormes of fortune , Like rockes in seas ; which in the goodly weather , Giue rest to birds , that in their courses wander , And in the stormes stand fast , themselues vnshaken , Though ruines oft vnto desire mistaken . O vertue ! whose thrall I thinke fortune , Thou who despisest not the sexe of women Helpe , and out of the riddles of any fortune , Whereon ( me thinkes ) you with your selfe depose me ; Let Fate goe on , sweet vertue doe not loose me , My mother and my husband haue conspired For brothers good the ruine of my brother , My father by my mother is inspired For one child to seeke the ruine of the other . I that to helpe by nature am required , While I do helpe must needes still hurt a brother , While I see who conspires , I seeme conspired Against a husband , father and a mother . Truth bids me runne , by truth I am retired , Shame leades me both the one way and the other : With danger and dishonour I am hired To doe against a husband and a mother : In what a labyrinth is honour cast , Drawne diuers waies with Sexe , with Time and State , In all which , errors course is infinite , By hope by feare , by spite , by loue , by hate ; And but one onely way vnto the right : A thorny way , where payne must be the guide , Danger the light , offence of power , the praise ; Such are the golden hopes of Iron daies . Yet , honor , I am thine , forthy sake sorry , Since base hearts , for their base ill-plac'd desires , In shame , in danger , death and torments glory , That I cannot with more paynes write thy story . And Fortune , if thou scorn'st those that scorne thee ; Shame if thou doe hate those , that force thy trumpet To sound aloud , and yet despise thy sounding ; Lawes , if you loue not those that be examples Of natures lawes , whence you are fallen corrupted ; Conspire , that I against you all conspired , Ioyned with tyrant vertue ( as you call her . ) That I , by your reuenges may be named For vertue to be ruin'd and defamed . My mother oft and diuersly I warned What fortunes were vpon such courses builded , That Fortune still might be with child with mischiefe , Which is both borne and nourisht out of mischiefe : I told her , that euen as the silly Doue Seeld vp with her owne lids , to seeke the light , Still coueteth vnto the heights aboue , Till fallen , she feeles , the lacke was in her sight , So man , benighted with his owne selfe-loue , Still creepeth to the rude imbracing night Of Princes grace , a lease of glories let , Which shining , burnes , breeds Syrens , where it 's set . And by this creature of my mothers making , This messenger , I Mustapha haue warned , That Innocence is not enough to saue Where good and greatnesse feare and enuy haue . Till now , in reuerence I haue forborne To aske , or to presume to gesse or know My fathers thoughts , whereof he might thinke scorne : For dreadful is that State ; which all may doe . Yet they that alll men feare , are fearefull too . Loe where he comes , Vertue worke thou in me , That what thou seekest , may accomplisht be .
ACTVS II. SCENA II. Solyman and Camena . Soly. Vilde death , is not thy selfe sufficient anguish , But thou must borrow feare ; the threatning glasse , Which while it goodnes hides , and mischiefe showes ; It lightens wit , to honors ouerthrow . But husht , me thinkes away Camena steales ; Murther belike in me her selfe reueales , Camena whither now ? why haste you from me ? Is it so strange a thing to be a father ? Cam. My Lord , me thought ; nay sure I saw you busie , Your child vncald presumes , that comes to you . Solym. Who may presume with fathers , but their owne ? Whome Natures law hath euer in protection , And guides in good beliefe of deare affection , To make it greater , and the better known . Cam. Nay , reuerence childrens worthes do closest hide , As of the Father it is least espied . Solym. I thinke , who euer know their children least Haue greatest reason for to loue them best . Cam. How so my Lord ? since loue doth knowledge shew , And Babes their parents by their kindnes know . Solym. The life we gaue them , they do soone forget , While they thinke our liues do their fortunes let . Cam. The Father sees his image in the sonne , Soly. But streames backe to their springs , do neuer runne . Cam. Pardon my Lord , doubt is successions shrow , Let not her spight poore children ouerthrow ; Though streames from springs do seeme to runne away , T i's Nature leades them to their mother Sea . Sol. Doth nature teach vs by the Fathers death To seeke his throne , by whome we haue our breath ? Cam. Things easie , to desire , do seeme impossible . Why should feare make impossibles seeme easie ? Solym. Monsters yet be , and being are beleeued . Cam. Monsters not seene , are monstrously beleeued . Pardon me Sir , if duty doe seeme angry ; I am your child ; these common blots of children , Doe reach indeed , I do not know how neere me , Solym. Neere thee indeed , for you had both one Father . Cam. My gracious Lord , if you were not my Father ; Nature would much repine at such a staine ; But Sir , by that you owe me as a father , Thinke well of them , wherein your selfe remaine ; Borrow not iealousie of Princes state , To warrant you , that you may children hate . Solym. Mustapha is euen he , that thus hath stained Nature with bloud , and loue with bloody malice ; He thought it long , that I thus long haue raigned ; He that at once deuis'd , that all at once should die ; Rosten and Rossa , Zanger , thou and I . Cam. Far be it off , that this should be found true , Can hope of all the world be thus deceiued ? Sweet Mustapha doth Nature lie in you ? Sir , these be Greatnes mists ; be not deceiued ; For Kings hate in their fearefull waining state , And easily doubt , and what they doubt , they hate . Then Parasites that haunt their Princes Grace Know , deprauation hath a pleasing face . Soly. Camena , thy soft youth that knowes not ill , Whose Aprill yeeldes showres of sweet good will , Cannot beleeue the Elder , when they say , That good beliefe , is greatest States decay : Wisedome was neuer borne before her time , Mans wit and nature , youths Horizon are ; Perchance experience vnto more may clime , Let it suffice , that I and Rossa too , Are priuy what your brother meanes to doe ; Cam. O pardon me ( dread Sir ) and as a Father , What I shall say , speaking it of a mother , Know I do say it but to right a brother . The euill Angel of good will is feare , Whose many eyes whilst but itselfe they see , Each one to other formes of ruine bee : Out of this feare she Mustapha accused , Vnto this feare ( perchance ) she ioynes the loue Which doth in mothers for their children moue . Perhaps , when feare hath showne how yours must fall , In loue she sees , how hers must rise withall . Sir , feare and frailty haue , and may haue grace , And our care of your good may not be blamed , Care of our owne in Nature hath a place , Passions haue oft mistaken and misnamed , Yet God forbid , that either feare or care , Should ruine those that true and faithfull are . Soly. Is it no fault , or fault I may forgiue ? For sonne to seeke the father should not liue . Cam. Is it a fault , or fault for you to know ! My mother doubts a thing that is not so : O strange vnhappines of highest roome , Which thinking opposition derogates From Maiesty , they ioy to ouercome The truth with selfe-loue , teaching flattery , How to impostume power with proud accesse : But pardon me my Lord , admit it so , That Mustapha in wanton youthes conceit , Had wandred from the course he ought to goe ; Yet thinke what frailty is , and what the baite , For priuate men , which here below obey , Beholding outward pompe of Maiesty , And vnacquainted with Kings inward care , Like Satyres thinke the fire , as sweet as faire , And burne with grasping their beloued aire : But Sir , the Gods whome Kings should imitate , Haue plac'd you high , to rule , not ouerthrow , For as , not for your selues is your estate , Mercy must hand in hand with power goe . Your sword should not strike with the arme of feare , Which fadoms all mens imbecilitie . And mischiefe doth , least it should mischiefe beare , As reason deales within with frailty , Which kils not passions that rebellious are , But addes , substracts : keepe downe ambitious spirits With hard examples : no , with truth and care ; So must power warne , and threaten ere it light . A point there is , whereat each heart must stay , All men may couet all , few all can doe ; The worst and best , are both like heard , and care For flesh and bloud , the meanes twixt heauen and hell , To thse extreames extreamely packed are . Martyrs few men can be , euen for the good , As few can seale their mischiefe with their bloud . The Princes wisedome , and his office this , To see from whence , how farre each one can moue , To What , what each mans God and Deuill is , Iudging and handling frailty with loue : For ignorance begetteth cruelty , Misthinking each man , euery thing can be ; The best may fall , the worst that is may mend ; You hedge in time , and doe prescribe to God Where safety , nor amendment you intend , The last of all corrections , is the rodde , And Kings that circle in themselues with death , Poyson the aire wherein they take their breath ; Pardon my Lord , pitty becomes my sexe , And if I speake this from the common sense , T i's natures truth , it pleades her owne defence . Solym. If what were best for them that doe offend Lawes did enquire , the answere must be grace ; If mercy be so large , wher 's Iustice place ? Cam. Where loue dispaires , & where Gods power hath end ; For mercy is the highest reach of wit , A safety vnto them , that saue with it ; Borne out of God , and vnto humaine eyes Like God , not seene , till fleshly passion dies . Solym. God may forgiue , whose being , and whose harmes Are farre remou'd from reach of fleshly armes , But if God equals or successors had , Euen God of safe reuenges would be glad . Cam. Who knowes if made a Lambe , what he would be , Much lesse his flesh of heauenly councels free . While he is yet aliue he may be slaine , But from the dead no flesh comes backe againe , Solym. While he remaines aliue , I liue in feare . Cam. Though he were dead that doubt still liuing were . Solym. None hath the power to end what he begunne . Cam. The same occasion followes euery Sonne . Solym. Their greatnesse , or their worth is not so much . Cam. And shall the best be slaine for being such . Solym. Thy mother , and thy brother be amisse , I am betrayed , and one of them it is . Cam. My Mother ( if shee err's ) err's vertuously , And let her erre , e're Mustapha should die Kings for their safetie must not blame mistrust , Nor for surmise must Kings destroy the iust . Solym. Well deare Camena , keepe this secretly , I will be well aduis'd before he die .
ACTVS II. SCENA III . Rossa . Rosten . Rossa O werisome obedience , I despise thee ; Must I in vaine be Mustaphas accuser ? Sands shal be numbred first , Time shal be constant , The Sea shall yeeld his channell to the fire , The Earth shall beare the Heauen within his Center , Eternitie shall die , Nature be Idle . E're my delights or will shall stand in awe Of God or Nature , common peoples lawe . Roste. Rossa , what meaneth this vnquiet motion ? Gouerne your thonghts : what want you to content you That haue the King of Kings at your deuotion ? Rossa . Content ? poore wit and poore promotion , The helme of princes greatnesse is their will , Say you that I haue all at my deuotion , That for my feare of Prince , and Princes ill , Am brought in question both of state and fame , Must loose my will , and cannot loose my shame ? What night ? what cloudes ? what shades of soules condemned ? What darknes in the gulph of darkenes ? So darke are fathers thoughts , with kindnes blinded . What lightnings flash from cloudes with child with fire ? As thoughts possest alike with feare and kindnes : Mustapha long since condemn'd to die , Now lines againe . To boast of mariage , what true ground haue I ? The streames are choakt of Solymans affection , Where Fortune did of old , make her election . Rosten . Thinke not too much , for thoughts that be offended Are seldome with their present counsailes mended . Rossa From Heauen to earth I will leaue nothing Vnthought , vnsought for , or not vndertaken : Vertue , nor vice shall in themselues haue nothing ; Auernus bottoms shall not be forsaken , Rather then my Lords loue shall growe to nothing : Vertue is cold , not fit to be beloued , That with the losse of Fortune is not moued . Rosten Vertue leades not herselfe for hope or feare , Vnquiet rage doth misaduenture fashion Nothing at all , it weakenesse is to beare ; Passion shall multiply more cause of passion : Rossa , take heed , Honour is very brittle , And broken once , neuer to be repaired , And honour lost , mankind hath lost his fashion ; Honour and shame are slaues to them that prosper , Ross. One signe that humaine worth with power is raised , Is , that Kings do to make their doings praised . Rosten . Who forceth man , is fear'd , but not beloued , Praises of feare are tyranous dispraises . Rossa . Praises for feare do shew that we are great , Who seeke for loue and may commaund a feare , Are sitter to clime vp , then tarry there . I whome most men haue thought haue ruled all , And with my Lord , his ruine vndertaken , Now liue in this life , to behold my fall : Our credit with our Soueraigne is our honor , And ere thou suffer that to haue despight , Thinke Innocencie harme , vertue dishonour : Wound truth , and ouerthrow the state of right . Sexes haue vertues apart , States haue there fashions The vertues of authority are passions , But stay ; looke where our messenger returneth .
ACT. II. SCENA . IIII . Rossa , Rosten , Belyarby Nuntius . Beliar. Rossa and Rosten while you stand debating , The ioyes are fortunes of your priuate fortune . Rossa . Rosten make haste , goe hence , and carrie with thee My life , my fame , desire and my fortune . You vgly Angels of infernall Kingdome , You spirits resolute to dwell in darknesse , You who haue vertuously maintain'd your being In equall power , like riualls to the heauens : If as they say ( who say it for reproch ) You are at hand to those that on you call , Refusing none but such as doe refuse you , Reuenge your selues of this false title , vertue : This vertue which hath sildome beene assailed By you ; but she hath still her seruants failed : My shame , my feare , my loue I offer to you , Let me raigne while I liue , in my desires , Or dead , liue with you in eternall fires . Rossa , doing , not praying merits heauen or hell : Mischiefes doe rise , and set themselues against thee , Misfortune hath euen now conspired thy ruine ; Intreat no enemies , for they forgiue not , But humble thou thy selfe vnto the heauens . I feare to tell , I tremble to conceale it , Thy blood euen with thy destiny is infected , I would , yet would I not , I durst reueale it . Fortune , vnto the death is then displeased , When remedies doe ruine her diseased . Rost. Vse not these parables of coward feare , Feare hurts lesse when it strikes , then when it threatens , If Mustapha shall liue , all feare is fallen , Danger lighted , desire lost , hope banisht ; If Mustapha shall die , then feare from hope , Losse from desire , danger and paine are vanisht . Bel. If Mustapha shall die , his death miscarries Part of thy End , thy Fame , thy Friends , thy Ioyes , No man to hurt his foes , his friends destroyes . Ross. Friends ? who are they , but those that serue desire ? My Gods , my Friends , my Father and my Mother Are but those steps , that helpe me to aspire . Duty and loue tooke knowledge of no other ; Let me and all the world with him be staine , I will not wish to be aliue againe . But tell what is the worst . Bel Aske not in rage , rage brings it selfe to woe . Vnlesse the wings whereon it flies be slow . Ross. I charge you tell me , how I am fortune-bound , That if I harme him , I my selfe confound . Bel. Camana must with him a traytor be , Or Mustapha for her sake must be free . Ross. O cruell Fates , that doe in loue plant woe , And in delight make our despaires to grow : But speake , what hath she done ? Bel. Vndone thy doing : Discouered vnto Mustapha his danger , Vertues sweete fame with loue of mercy wooing ; And great suspitions from these relicks grow , That what she knowes , both Sonne and Father know . I that am yours , durst not make you a stranger , And yet was loth with duty to offend , In childrens faults , a mothers wisdome showes . Loues perfect try all is in flame of anger ; Malice to Mustapha must be forgot , That your belou'd Camena perish not . Rossa . Nay , pale Auernus I doe so adore thee , As I lament my wombe hath bin so barren , To yeeld but one to offer vp before thee : Who thinkes the daughter harme , can mother stay From end , whereon a mothers heart is set , Knowes not wisedome , wickednesse beget : Boldnesse in malice dazels humane reason . Camaena thy false blood shall doe me right . Bel. Rossa , is rage so mad , as to imagine It masters heauen ? Ross. Is rage so mad , As it will stay reuenge to hope for heauen ? Where ages are but houres . Bel. Is wrath so cruell ? Are lawes of loue so soone forgotten ? Is mercy dead ? Ross. Would you haue wrath so foolish As it should stay vntill it be abused ? Is Nature vnder such fond lawes be gotten , As Loue must giue it selfe to be abused ? Bel. Yet by the Loue of mothers to their children , By all the paines of trauell with your children , Punish , but spare the life of faulty children . Life may amend and well deceiue an other , Death doth but cut off one , to warne an other . Ross. I doe protest before you spirits infernall , That gouerne in your darknes vniform'd , By all your plagues and miseries eternall , By all your vgly shapes , and soules transform'd , Neither to haue bin made a heauenly Angell , Honour'd aliue , and after this life famous , Would I loue of my children haue disclaymed : But since by her my life is brought in question , Since she is out of daughters duty gotten , My mothers tender care shall be forgotten , They still that haue good will to kill , or perish , And they do erre that others erruor cherish ; Camena , then since thy desires would make Thy mothers harme examples of thy glory , Since thou do'st leaue me for a brothers sake , Since thy heart feeles not what makes others sorry , Thy triumphe shall bee death , thy glory shame , For so die they that wrong a mothers name ; Thy treasures with thine owne arts are discarded ; I will do something not to be forgotten , The giuers of examples are regarded .
CHORVS .
ACT. III. SCENA . I. Achmatt alone . Achmat. Who standing in the shade of humble valley , Lookes vp and wondèrs at the height of hils , When he with toyle of weary lims ascends , And feeles his spirits melt with Phaebus glaies , Or sinewes starke with AEolus bitter breathing . Or thunder blasts , which comming from the skie , Do fall most heauy on the places high : Then knowes ( though further seene , and further seeing , ) They multiply in woes that adde in glories , Who weary is of natures quiet vallyes , A meane estate with chast and poore desires , Whose vertue longs for knees ( blisse for opinion ) Who iudgeth pleasure , paradise in purple , Let him seeme no gouernor of Castle , No , pitty princes choise , whose weake dominions , Make weake vnnoble councels to be currant ; But Basha vnto Solyman , whose scepter , Nay seruants haue dominion ouer Princes , Vnder whose feet the foure forgotten Monarches , The foote-stooles lie of his eternall glory Euen I thus raised : this Solymans beloued , Thus caried vp by fortune to be tempted , Must for my Princes sake destroy succession , Or suffer ruine to preserue succession . O wretched state of ours wherein we liue , Where doubt giues loues , which nature can forgiue . Where rage of Kings , not onely ruine be , But where their very loue brings miserie . Most happie men that know not , or else feare The slipperie second place of honours steppe , Which we with enuie get , and danger keepe : But Kings , whome strength of heart did first aduance , Be sure what rais'd you first , keepes you aboue ; Man subiect made himselfe , it was not chance , Loue treateth trueth , and Ll. rule the world with feare & loue , Iustice not kindnesse reuerence doth inhaunce , For subiects to your selues when you descend , To doate on Subiects Maiestie hath end . Here as in weaknesse , flatterie prints her hart , And priuate spight dare vse a Princes hand , He error enters , trueth and right depart , And Princes scorne the newes from hand to hand . As Rossa prints her selfe in our Lords loue , And with her mischiefe doeth his malice moue : First of her selfe shee durst send Rosten forth To murther Solyman his dearest sonne , He found him onely garded with his worth , Suspecting nothing and yet nothing done . Rosten is now return'd ; for wicked feare Did euen make him wickednesse for beare . A Beliarby dispatcht , is sent to call him hither , With colour of a warre against the Persian , Indeede to suffer force of tyrannie , From his inforced Fathers iealousie . Who vtters this is to his Prince a traitour , Who keepes this guiltie is , his life is ruth , And dying liues , euer denying truth . Thus hath the fancy-law of Kings ordained , That who betrayes them most ; is most esteemed , Who saith they are betrayed is traytor deemed . I sworne am to my king , and to his humor , His humor ? No ; which they that follow most Wade in the sea wherein themselues are lost . But Acmat , stay ; who wrests his princes mind Presents his faith vpon the stage of chance , Where vertue to the world , fortune vnknowne Is oft misiudg'd , because she is ouerthrowne . Nay Acmat stay not ; who truth enuirons With circumstance of mans failing wit , For feare , for loue , for hope , for malice erreth , Nature to Natures bankrupts he engageth . And while none dare shew kings they go amisse , Euen base obedience their corruption is : Then feare , dwell with the I ll , Truth is assured , Opinion be , and raigne with Princes Fortunes ; Pollicy go peere the faults of mortall kingdomes : Death , threaten them that doubt to dye for euer . I first am natures subiect , then my Princes , I will not serue to innocencies ruine . Whose heauen is earth , let them beleeue in princes , My God is not the God of subtile murther , Solyman shall know the worst ; I looke no further .
Act. 3. Scaen. 2. Enter Solyman and Acmat . Soly. Acmat , foolish naturall affection Openeth too late the wisedome of my fathers , Who onely in their deaths decreed succession : If Mustapha had neuer beene intitled In my life , to the hope of my estate ; My life , more then my death had him auailed , Example might haue beene perswasion , That high desires are borne out of occasion : But kindnesse with her owne kinde folly beaten , Like crooked sticks made straight with ouer-bending , What she hath strooke too much must ouer-threaten , Hath kings loue taught kings raigning giue offences ? That long life in the best kings discontenteth , And false desires within false glasses shewed . By Mustaphaes example learne to know , Who hewes aboue his head shall hurt his eye , Acmat , giue order , Mustapha shall die . Acns. My fortune doth me witnesse beare , That my hopes neede not stand vpon succession , Where hopes want all but onely woe and feare , Then Lord doubt not my faith though I withstand , The fearefull counsell which you haue in hand . Sir I confesse , where one man ruleth all , There feare and care , are secret keies of witt , Where all may rise and one may onely fall , Their thoughts aspires , and power must master it . For worlds repine at those whome birth or chance Aboue all men , and but a man aduance , I know where easie hopes , doe nurse desire , The dead men onely of the wise are trusted , And though crook'd feare do seldome rightly measure As thinking all things , but it selfe dissembled , Yet Solyman let feare direct kings counsels , But feare not destinies which doe not altar . Nor things impossible which cannot happen , Feare false Stepmothers rage , woman ambition Whereof each age to other is a glasse , Feare them that feare not for desire , to shame , And loose their faiths , to bring their wills to passe , Establish Bassaes , children for your heyres , Let Mustaphaes hopes faile , translate his right , Let their ambitious thirst once glutted be , Streight enuie dies : feare will appeare no more , For as ill men but in felicitie , ( Where enuie feares and freedome sleepes ) seeme good So heyres to crownes , tenants to miserie , Their good is but in ill lucke vnderstood . But Sir put of this charme of cunning spight , Which makes you to yourselfe inuisible : Make it not knowne deere Lord , by your example That onely Enuy , fuire and suspition , In euery kinde and state keepe their condition ; If Mustapha haue one fault but his mother If else where then in her heart he be guiltie , Let those deafe heauens which punnish and forgiue not , Let hels most plagues vnto her best beloued , Mallice and rage , which without mischiefe liues not , Thunder torment burne ruine and destroy mee , If Mustapha haue one thought to annoy thee . Solim. Mallice is like the lightning of the sommer , Which when the skies are cleerest , lights and burneth , Her end is to doe hurt and not to threaten , Iustice vniustly doth to loose occasion , Hazards it selfe , to force and to perswasion . Acmat . Sir , hastie power is like the rage of thunder , Whose violence is seldome well bestowed : Danger not ment , needs not to be preuented , Reuenge still in your power is not repented . Solim. Danger already come is past preuenting , Princes whose Scepters must be feard of many , Are neuer safe that liue in feare of any . Acmat . Tirants they are that punnish out of feare . States wiser then the truth decline and weare , Wisedome in man is but the print and doubt , Whose inke is either blood , secrets of states , Which safely walls with gouernment about . Solim. In princes dangers iustice euer goes , Before the fact , that all els ouerthrowes . Besides my Bassaes in whose faith I trust . As staies to mine estate , with one consent , Shew my sonnes fault and vrge me to be iust , Thy selfe alone , per chance with good intent Art crosse , wisedome is not faiths Relative : For oftentimes faith growes for lacke of wit And sees no perill , till he feeles of it . Acmat . Doubt wounds within . For as in kings when feare to kill hath might , Both wrong and danger must be infinite , And Sir , we Bassaes , whom you Monarches please To heare , much further are from princely hearts Then eares ; for fauour growes the states disease , When more then seruice it to vs imparts . Base bloud hath narrow thoughts , which set aboue Sees more of greatnesse then it comprehends ; And for all is not to our partiall ends , We faile kings with themselues , we take their might , And vse to our reuenge : make lawes a snare , To ruine all , but instruments our friends Till kings euen let in lease to two or three Are made of vs the — to behold their right . Euen fame of kings estate a miserie , We Bassaes that do distribute at wil ; And for that we the best mens rising feare With bruit and tumor good desert we kill . This fashion and not Mustapha's offence , Hath had an ambush to intrap your loue . But Sir awake , a kings iust fauorite Is truth . All broken wayes not borne of faith but will . Do but hale danger while that multiplies . Where there is cause of doubt , lawes do prouide Restraint of liberty , where force of spight Lies in the liuing , dead , till it be tried . Where kings too oft vse their prerogatiue The people do forbeare , but not forgiue . My Lord , the state delayes are wisedome , where Time may more easie wayes to safety shew . Selfe murder is an vgly worke of feare And little lesse is childrens ouerthrowes . For truths sake spare your sonne , and pardon him , Mens wit and duty oft haue diuerse wayes , Duty with truth which doth with strength agree Duty of honour striueth wit to please , Who stands alone in Counsels of estate , Where kings themselues euen with adulse see feares , Stands on the headlong step of death and hate ; For good lucke enuie , ill lucke hazzard beares ; For fashions that affect to seeme vpright , To hide their faults must ouerthrow the right . Sir , Mustapha is yours , moreouer he Is not , for whom you Mustapha ouerthrow , Suspition common to successions be , Honour and feare euer together go . Who must kill all they feare , feare all they see : Your subiects , sonnes , nor neighbourhood can beare , So infinite the limits be of feare . Soly. Acmat no more , mischance doth oft o'reshoote All vnder kings desires without all feare , Your Bassaes know , for mischiese seekes the roote , Not boughes , which but the fruit of greatnesse beare . Mercy and truth are wisedomes popular , And like the raine which doth in rich the ground , They spend the clouds of which they owned are . Princes estates haue this one misery , That though the men and treasons both be plaine , They 're vnbeleeu'd , while Princes are vnslaine . If thy care be of me , enough is sayd , Go waite my pleasure , which shall be obeyd .
Acuts tertius , Scena tertia . Enter Solyman , Beliarby nuntius . Beli. If you will Rossa see aliue You must make hast . Soly. Fortune , hast thou not molds enough of sorrow , Must thou yet these of loue and kindnesse borrow ? Yet tel me , whence grew Rossaes passion ? Bel. When hither I from Mustapha returned , And had made you account of my Commission , Rossa , whose heart in care of your health burned , Curiously after Mustapha enquiring . A token spies , which I from hence did beare For Mustapha by sweete Camena wrought ( Yet gaue it not , for I began to feare , And something more then kindnes in it thought : ) No sooner she beheld this pretious guift , But as inrag'd , hands on her selfe she layd From me as one that from her selfe would shift She runnes , nor till she found Camena , stayes . I follow and heare , both their voyces high , The one as doing , the other as suffering paine , But whether your Camena liue or die , Or dead , if she by rage or guilt be slaine . If she made Rossa mad , or Rossa mad To hurt things deerest to her selfe be glad . Or where the bounds of vnbound rage will stay . If one or both , or which is made away I know not , but O Solyman make hast ,
Actus tertius Scena quarta . Enter Rossa and Solyman . Rossa . What am I not my owne , who then dare let me From doing with my selfe what my selfe listeth ? Nature hath lied : she saith , life vnto many May be denied , but not death vnto any . Come death , art thou afraid of me , that beare All wickednes , by which you caused were . Soliman stand from me , I am not thy Rossa : But one that death , the diuell and hell do flie , Yet vnto death , the diuel , and hell do hie . Soly. What fury is the God of this strange spirit ? Rossa , how art thou lost , or how transformd ? Leaue it to me , or take or leaue thy breath , And shew thy fault , thy fault shall giue thee death . Rossa . That were to loose the benefit of death . Solym. Then liue . Ross. That is the cruelty of death . Soly. Then tell and die . Ross. Nay tell and liue , a worthy death To her that so had lost the good of death . Solym. What should be councell to the mariage bed , Rossa . All things , vnworthy of the mariage bed . Solym. Yet tell me for my loue , I long to know . Rossa . For loue , I keep what loue would feare to know . Soly. Ignorance is dangerous and ouer feares . Ross. Ignorance is dangerous and cannot feare . Soly. Yet tell me , I am Prince , I do command , Ross. Kings long to heare , and hate what they haue heard Good sir , let it be lawfull to say nothing . And lesse of kings men can desire nothing . Soly. Then liue , and let this multiplie thy anguish , That all diseases of my mind and state , Iniuries of loue , contempts and wounds of fauours , Treachery , aspiring , death , suspitious ruine , Consulted are by thee to make me languish , Thou guidest me and my fortune vnto error . Rossa . O Soliman , of grace let me say nothing : For if I speake , thy neuer falling iustice , Must force thee to take vengeance of offences . In odious facts , the solemne forme of death , Melts humane powers : great states to get compassion , For mankind when it sees man loose his breath , Their harts , not vnto truth , but pittie , fashion . And death well borne shall make a wicked spirit Stir pitty vp to make the law seeme might , Let these vilde hands , to this vilde hart be cruell . Selfe death , which gods abhorre , is fit for treason , Mercie , by ill successe , seemes lacke of reason . Solim. Yet speake , for one of mischiefes plagues is shame . Rossa . You Gods , that gouern these star-bearing heauens , Whose onely motion rules the mouing Seas , And thou still changing glory of the darknes , Whose growing hornes and ensignes , of his Empire , Beare witnes with me , neither truth nor kindnesse , Shame , nor remorce , desire to doe things honest , Delight of others good , nor seate of mischiefe , Duty to God or man , but onely glorie , The badge which Euill giues , doth tel this storie . Your daughter , in whom you and I had blisse , By these imbrued fingers murthered is : Solim. What fault would not a mothers loue forgiue , Rossa The fault she made was that she let me liue , For knowing she conspird her fathers death , By whom I hold my honor , she she breath , How could she thinke I could her crime forgiue ? Sol. What cause had she to thinke so vile a thought ? Or by whom could she thinke to haue a wrought ? Rossa . Mischiefe it selfe , is cause of mischiefe done , Whome should she feare to winne , when she had woon Vnto this mischiefe Mustapha thy sonne . Solim. Did she confesse , or who did her accuse , Ro. This Guidon with her own hand , wrought and sent , Beares perfect record what was her intent . Solim. Expound what was the meaning of this work Vnder whose are , the acts of mischiefe lurke , Rossa . The clouds , they be the house of iealousie , Which fire and water both within them beares . Where good shewes lesse , ills greater then they bee , There Saturne feeds on children that be his . A fatall winding sheete , succession is . This pleasing horrour of our turnd delight Doth figure forth the Tyrannie of feare , Where truth lies bound , and nature looseth right , Poore innocencie , vainely spending breath To plead , where nothing is of trust but death Malice heere aged lies in doublenesse , Blowing out rumour from her narrow breast , To spread abroad with infinite successe , The visions and opinions of vnrest : Eating the hearts wherein they harboured bee , Like wormes in wood , whose holes men onely see . These precious hills where daintinesse seemes wast , By natures art , that all art will exceede , In carelesse finenesse , shews the sweet estate , Of strength and prudence both togither plac't , Two intercessors reconciling hate , And giuing feare euer of itselfe a taste , These waues that beat vpon the cliftes doe shew , The cruell stormes , which Enuie hath below , This border round about in Charact hath The minde of all : which in effect is this , T is hard to know , but hard and harder too , When men doe know , to bring their hearts to doe . Soly. What said she , when you shewed her this worke ? Ro. Like them which are descryed , & faine would lurke : So while she would haue made her selfe seeme cleere , She made her faults still more and more appeere . Soly. How brookt she that , the wicked onely feare ? Her death I meane , with what heart did she beare ? The wicked hearts are plac't farre from their voice . Ro. As when they mourne , you would think they reioice . She neuer mourn'd , nor sigh'd , nor was afraid , But this vnto me , ere she died , she said . Mother , I am your owne , by mothers right You may cut of my life , which you did giue , Might and a mothers name , will you acquite , If in your owne selfe , you your selfe forgiue : But Mustapha , his death will be his shame To father , mother , and the Turkish race : For reuerence vnto a fathers name , Hath brought him , guiltlesse , to this guiltie case . He neuer sought , nor wisht his fathers death , And in that minde I liu'd , and leaue my breath . She neither stubborne was , nor yet deprest , She , but for his life , neuer made request ; As though his wounds , had onely beene her owne . Such Lordship had false glorie in her breast , As she tooke ioy to haue her mischiese knowne . Yet had she this against myne owne selfe done , My selfe against my selfe she should haue wonne , Solyman take heede , dispaire hath bloody heeles : Malice , wound vp like clocks to watch the Sunne , Hasting a headlong course with many wheeles , Hath neuer done , vntill it hath vndone . I slew my child , my child would haue slaine thee , All bloody faults , in my blood written bee . Sol. What hills hath nature rais'd aboue the fier ? What state beyond them is , that will conspire ? I sweare by all the Saints , my sonne shall die , Reuenge is iustice and no crueltie .
Actus tertius Scena quinta . Enter Priest & Mustapha . Pr. False Mahomet , thy lawes Monarchall are , Vniust , ambitious , full of spoile and blood , Hauing not of the best but greatest care To whome still thou dost sacrifice thy good . Must life yeeld vp it selfe to be put out , Before this frame of nature be denied ? Must blood the tribute be of princes doubt ? O wretched flesh in which must be obaid , Gods lawes , that wills impossibilities : And princes willes , which worke in crueltie , With faith ( an art borne of false Prophets word ) Wee blind our selues , and with our selues the rest , To humblenesse , the sheath of tyrants sword , Each , worst vnto himselfe approuing best . People , beleeue in God , wee are vntrue , Spirituall forges vnto princes might ; God doth require , what 's onely best for you ; But we doe preach , your bodies to the warre , Your goods to spoile , your freedome into bands , ( duties by which you aw'de of others are ) And feare which to your harmes doth lead your hands : Who preach , that God , who made all flesh alike , Bids you lay downe your necks for kings to strike . I am the diuels friend , Hells Mediatour , Truths spight , ruines hand , and sinnes occasion , A furie vnto man , a man to furies . Oh vertue , if thou any where haue essence But in sweet Mustapha , whome I haue ruind ; And you faire-orderly-confused Planets , If you be more then ornaments in heauen , And that you worke in destinies of the mortall , Shew vs , that destinies be not confus'd , Not euill to the good , good to the euill ; Confusion is the iustice of the diuell . Saue Mustapha , fates course well changed is , Where constancie leades her to doe amisse : Change or turne backe your course , let Asia know , That earth doth hatch her owne ill destinie , Which in aspects the starres but onely shew , Lay forth the hatefull vilde conspiracie , Wherein this tyrant meanes to ouerthrow His sonne , the hope of all humanitie , In Mustapha with influence worke so , As he is full : and strength at once may see , Whom , monster , I , haue hither made to come , Guiltlesse through guiltie feare to take his doome , Now hell and paine , if you else where be seated , Then — absence and my presence . Call me againe in hast to come vnto you , If worse I be not with my selfe , then with you ; Must. Whence grows this sudaine rage , thy gesture vtters , These agonies , and furious blasphemies ; Is rage become the Lord of humane reason ? For rage doth shew , that reason is defaced , When rage thus shews it selfe with reason graced . Priest . If thou hast felt thy selfe , accusing warre , Where knowledge is , the endlesse hell of thought , Where hope and feare in equall ballance are , My state of minde is by the feeling taught : For what dispaire the conscience doth feare , My wounds bleed euer , for remorse they beare , Must. Remorse and pride in nature opposite , The one makes errour great , the other small , But rooted ill brings no remorse with it , Iudge not thy selfe with troubled will at all : But shew thy harts when passions streames , breake forth Euen woes we wondred at , proue nothing worth . Preist . I haue offended nature , God , and thee , My hart and soule , the seates of mischiefe bee . Musta. Of God , his mercy is the greatest power , Nature is sweet , her wounds heale vp againe ; For me , tell how , and teach me to forgiue , Which , he that cannot doe , knows not to liue . Pr. Forgiuenes is , to take away the cause , It forceth God to plague , or breake his lawes . Musta. Forgiuenes is , to put away the wrongs , At least , so much as to my selfe belongs . Pr. It is a praise to pardon , it is true , But keepe me rather from vndoing you . Musta. What should I doe ? tell me , I doe not feare , Pr. Preserue thy father with thy selfe and mee , Else guiltie of each others death we be . Musta. Tell how . Pr. Thy father purposeth thy death , I did aduise thou offredst vp thy breath . Musta. What haue I to my father done amisse ? Pr. That wicked Rossae thy stepmother is . Musta. Wherein of Rossae , haue I ill deserued ? Pr. In that the Empire is for thee preserued . Musta. I cannot choose but be my fathers sonne , As bold ambition , which like water-flouds , Not channell-bound , doth neighbours ouer-runne , And growest nothing , when thy rage is done . Is vertue bought and sold for loue of good ? Must Zangers rising from my fall be wonne ? Poore Zanger I acquire thee of my blood : For I beleeue thy hart-hath no impression . To ruine Mustapha of his possession , Yet tell what they against me vse , My fathers loue which way first did they wound ? Pr. Of treason towards him they thee accuse , Thy fame and greatnes giues their malice ground . Musta. Good world , where it is danger to be good , Where guilty people shall liue in good name , The guiltlesse onely , liue and die in shame : Shew me the truth , to what lawes am I bound : Priest . No man commanded is by God to die , As long as he may persecution flie . Must. To flie , were to condemne my selfe and friends To honour those , that would dishonor me : To ruine those , that should my succour be , Death do thy worst , thy longest paines haue end . Besides , where can man hide those coward feares , But feares and hopes of powers will them reueale ? For kings haue many tongues and many eares . Mischiefe is like the Cockatrices eyes ; Sees first and kils , or is seene first and dies . He that himselfe defending , doth offend , Breakes not the law , nor needs not be forgiuen . Duty doth end , when kings do go astray , Misguided by their owne or others will : For disobedience is , when it doth light To hurt , but duty , when vs'd as a presse , It sets a princes crooked humors right . Priest . Vse not thy strength to shed thy fathers blood , But vse thy strength to do thy father good . Rossa , while she attends to ruine thee , Makes Soliman against his state to sinne . Take armes against her , do thy father free , Translating heires doth ost bring ruine in , And since euen vice ; by good successe , seemes good , Good fortune will make vertue vnderstood , Must. O false and wicked colours of desire . Eternall bondage vnto him , that seekes To be possest of all things that he likes . Shall I , a sonne and subiect , seeme to dare For Princes sake to set the realme on fire ? Which golden titles to rebellion are , It is not feare of death , which ioyes to dye , They feare death , that from death to mischiefe flie . If I be kild , I do not ill , but suffer , It is no paine to die , for children do it , It is no grace to liue , the wicked haue it : Let children cry , and slaues do ill for feare , Death is not strange to men , why then repine we ? Death is of force to man , to what end striue we ? Obedience goes vpright , the stubborne fall , God burnes his rods , but we must suffer all . Euen you haue told me , wealth was giuen The wicked , to corrupt themselues and others . Greatnesse and health do make flesh proud and cruell , Where with the good , sicknesse mowes downe desire , Death glorifies , misfortune humbles , Sorrow seekes peace of God , sinne yeelds repentance : Since therefore life is but the throne of danger , Where sicknes , paine , desire , and feare inherit , Soonest escapt from him , that holds it dearest , Euen of men the least worth , the most beloued , A double death to them that hold it so , And hauing nothing else must it forgo : Should I , that know the destinie of life , Do that , to liue , that doth dishonor life ? My innocency bids me not to feare , My loue and duty for a father looke : Worthines he shewes , that can misfortune beare , The heart doth iudge of vertue , not the booke : I know my strength and in my strength resolue , To do that , wicked men may thinke me weake , And now that all the world knowes I might liue , That power vnto my father I freely giue . Priest . Wilt thou both kill thy selfe , and be the cause Thy father may offend Gods holy lawes : The world knowes cowards kill themselues for feare . First let thy father know lie doth thee wrong , They often bide death , that cannot danger bide , And in these duties afterwards be strong . Must. Tempt me no more , good will is then a paine , When her words beat the heart , and cannot enter , I constant in my counsell doe remaine , And more liues for my life will not aduenter . Deere Rossa doe thou for my sake still liue , By thee my father may repent my fall , When thy heart of my truth shall witnesse giue : Stay thou , till time and destinie doe call , Warne Acmat and Camena they aduise , Least they like rage that doth her owne selfe beare . Seeking to helpe , or to preuent my fall , Ruine themselues , while they for me intreat . My life in your liues I shall thinke preserued , When you know , I haue worse then I deserued . Come let vs goe , for kindnesse doth betray , The heart , that firmely on it self doth stay . Chorus Tartarorum . Religion , thou vaine and glorious stile for weaknesse , Sprung from the deepe disquiet of mans passion , To dissolution and dispaire of nature : The text brings princes titles into question , Thy prophets sat on worke , the sword of Tyrants , They manacle sweet truth with their substractions , Let vertue bloud , teach cruelty for Gods sake , Fashioning one God , but him of many fashions , Like many headed errours in their passions : Mankinde , trust not this dreame , Religion , Feares , Idols , pleasures , religues , sorrowes , treasures , She makes the wilfull hearts her onely pleasures , The rebels vnto gouernment , her Martyrs temples . No no , thou child of miracles begotten , Miracles , that are but ignorance of causes . Lift vp the hopes of thy abiected Prophets , Religion , worth abiures thy painted heauens , Sicknes thy blessings are , miserie thy tryall , Nothing thy way vnto eternall being , Death to saluation , and the graue to heauen , So blest be they , so angel'd , so eterniz'd , That tie their senses to thy senselesse glories , And die , to cloy the after-age with stories . Man should make much of life , as natures table , Wherein she writ the cipher of her glory . Forsake not Nature , nor mis-vnderstand her , Her mysteries are read without faiths eye-sight , She speaketh in our flesh , and from our senses Delluers downe her wisedome to our reason , If any man would breake her lawes , to kill , Nature doth for defence allow offence . She neither taught the father to destroy , Nor promis'd any man by dying ioy .
ACTVS . IIII. SCENA . I. Zanger alone . Nourisht in Courts , where no thoughts peace is nourisht , Vs'd to behold the Tragedie of ruine , Ruine , from whome all Monarchies haue florisht , Brought vp with feares , with fellow Princes fortune ; Yet am I like him that hath lost his knowledge ; Or neuer heard one storie , but of misfortune . My heart doth fall away , fearefull vpon me . Tame Rumor , that hath bin mine old acquaintance , Is to me now like Monsters , fear'd and wondred , My loue begins to plague me with suspition , My first delights beare likenes of displeasure . My mothers promises of my aduancement , Her doubtfull speeches , her vnquiet motions , Make me grow iealous of my owne aduancement . The name of Mustapha so often murmured , With whose name euer I haue been reioyced ; Now makes my heart misgiue , my spirit languish ; Man then is Augur of his owne misfortune , When his ioy yeeldes him arguments of anguish .
ACTVS IIII. SCENA II. Acmat . Zanger . Acm. O Kings , why swell you so against your maker ? Is rais'd equality so soone growne wilde ? Dare you depriue your people of succession , Which kinges and kingdomes on their heades did build ? Is fortune of forgetfulnes with child ? Haue feare or loue , in greatnes no impression , Since people , who did raise you to the crowne , Are ladders , standing still to let you downe ? O wretched state of man , in Tyrants fauour , Like men throwne vpon sands in ebbing water : Dead if they trust , and stay drown'd if they venture : Zan. Acmat , what strange euents breed these strange passions ? Acm. Nature is ruin'd , humanity fallen asunder , Our Alchoran prophan'd , Empire defac'd , Hell 's broken loose , truth dead , hope banished , Darke feare and sorrow , doe both strike and threaten : My heart is full my voice doth saint and tremble . Zang. Yet tell the worst , for cowards death vnarmeth , When need resolues vs to endure all terror : And sorrowes vttere are like wines , which vented ; Both purge themselues , and doe not breake the vessell ; By counsell and comparison things lessen . Acm. No counsell or comparison can lessen The losse of Mustapha , so vildly murthered . Zan. How ? dead ? what chance or malice hath preuented Mankinds good fortune ? Acm. Fathers vnkindly malice . Zan. Tell how . Acm. When Solyman by Rostens cunning spight And Rossaes witchcraft , from his heart had banisht Iustice of Kings , and louingnes of fathers , To wage and lodge such campes of heauy passions , As cunning stepdames iealousie could gather ; Enuy tooke hold of worth , doubt did misconster , Renowne was made a lie , and yet a terrour ; Nothing could rage remoue , or moue compassion ; Mustapha must die ; to which end fetcht he was , Loden with hopes and promises of fauour : But Mustapha neither hoped nor feared , Per chance , foresaw the stormes of danger comming ; Yet comes , and comes accompanied with power ; But neither power that warranted his hast , Nor selfe-defence , that makes offences lawfull , Could hold him from obedience to his father . So foolish to the world is honest Wisedome . Zang. Alas , could neither truth appease his fury , Nor his vnlook't humility of comming , Nor any secret witnessing remorses ? Can Nature from her selfe worke such diuorces ? Tell on , that all the world may rue and wonder . Acm. There is a place enuironed with trees , Vpon whose shadowed center , there is pitched A large imbrodered sumptuous Pauilion , The stately throne of tyrany and murder ; Where mighty men ( whome fearefull murder feares ) With cruelty are slaine before they know That they to other then to honor goe ; Mustapha vnto the Campe no sooner came , But thether he is sent for , and conducted By sixe slow Eunuches , either taught to colour Mischiefe with reuenge , or taught by nature To reuerence euen vertue in misfortune , But Mustapha , whose heart was now resolued , Not fearing death , which he might haue preuented , If he to disobedience had consented : Nor crauing life , which he might well haue gotten , If he would other duties haue forgotten ; But glad to speake his last thought to his father , He will'd the Eunuches to entreate it for him ; They did , they wept , and kneel'd vnto his father : But bloudy rage , that glories to be cruell , And iealousie , that feares she is not fearefull , Made Solyman refuse to heare or pitty . He bids them hast their charge ; and bloudy ey'd , Beheld his sonne while he obeying died . Zang. How did that dying heart endure to suffer , Tell on : Quicken my spirits , hard and dull to good , That yet — heare tell of brothers blood . Acm. While these sixe Eunuches to this charge appointed , Whose hearts had neuer vs'd their hands to pitty , Whose hands were onely now afraid of murder , With reuerence and feare stood still amazed , Loath to cut off such worth , afraid to saue it : Mustapha with thought resolued and vnited , Assures their feare , and comforteth their sorrow : Bids them refuse their charge , and looke no further ; Their hearts afraid to bid their hands , be doing , Shaking and trembling , do refuse to offer , The cord , the hatefull instrument of murder : They lifting vp , let fall , and falling , lift it ; Each sought to helpe , and helping , hindred other , Till Mustapha in haste to be an Angell , Guided their hands , to his death directed : Sweetely forgaue their charge , and thanke their loue , Which he saw in them , did compassion moue ; With heauenly smiles , and quiet words , foreshewing The ioy and peace of those where he was going . His last words were : O father now forgiue mee Those thinges , which thou thy selfe doest thinke offences : O Mahomet my other sinnes forgiue me , Forgiue them too , that worke my ouerthrow : Let my graue neuer minister offencee , For since my father joyeth in my death , Behold , with ioy I offer him my breath . The Eunuches crie , Solyman , he is glutted : His thoughts diuine of vengeance for his murder : Rumor flies vp and downe , the people murmur ; Sorrow giues lawes , before men know her story , Feare prophesies in men , and makes them sorry . Zang. Remisse and languish are mens coward spirits , Where Gods forbid reuenge and patience too ; Yet to the dead , Nature ordaineth rites , Which idle loue I feele hath power to doe . I will goe hence , and shew to them that liue , The Gods cannot offences all forgiue .
ACTVS IIII. SCENA III . Acm. Rossa . Rosten . Acm. What euer craft of base false-hearted wit , Long working on the worst of Princes thoughts , May bring to passe , yonder to vs is brought , — without shame the state corrupt with it . Rossa . Acmat , thy sorrow , whether vniust or iust , Bootes not : duty and faith loues still them that liue , Noble example bring forth danger must , The forces of Natolia do giue Tokens of mutinie vnto the state , Shewing no reuerence but vnto thee : Wherefore the great Lord wils you to repaire To him , for by you they must gouern'd be . Acm. I goe , and care not , so I go from thee . Rossa . Let them that cannot heare desires trauaile , Who dare not vndertake for feare of danger ; Let them take children , fearing spirits , Runne and beare witnes them , still their owne amazement , While they flie from themselues , and blame their fortune , For fortune on thy wisedome complaine , But they in thee neither hope nor raigne , Rosten , where vertue ends , and reason failes , When dangers threaten ; feare makes sharpest warre . When fame with all her infamies assailes , Then fortunes fauours shew'd most liuely are : She neuer helpes , till helpe be ouerthrowne , For heauenly Powers by myracles are knowne . Now Mustapha is dead , rage flesht , and pittie broken , Rosten , there rests no more to interrupt vs But Acmat , in whome Solyman yet trusteth ; The thanks and sacrifices our God requires For graces past , are not those idle praiers , Which done to — on the staires . Goodlucke , the god of highly plac'd desires , No other duty , but noble deeds requires . Let Acmat the Fortune loues them that venture . Rost. Acmat is wise , and Solyman beloued , Euen Tyrants couet to vphold their fame , Not fearing euill deeds , but euill name . For Princes skill , is , to make Greatnes shew Rich in the good , where of it hath least part , And to conceale that which within they know : So that at once he will not shed the blood Of Acmat , though he meane his ouerthrow : Least men should thinke their fauour but a net , Where easie in , but hardly out they get . Rossa . Rosten , let Mustapha be thy example , That Tragedies , are Gods and Princes plaies . Kings know new hopes , blot out the shame of bookes , Desires eye on — hope onely lookes . While childrens blood the fathers forehead staine , What priuiledge for Councellors remaine ? He that hath intent to ruine houses , Plucks not the timber all at once away , Least ruines ruine on himselfe he lay . Fury will haue a time to breathe , from killing , Fury is a wheele , with ease kept going , Where it with many hands at first was moued . Feares shield of proofe is trampt in others blood , Good fortune seldome comes by doing good . Rost. Fortune is often by presumption tempted To turne the backe . Rossa . Nay fortune harlot-sicke , Who thinkes good maner to be want of spirit , Is dearest vnto those , that vse her rudely , Onely with humble bashfulnesse is tempted . Rost. What argument against him ? Rossa . Vse of killing . Suspition , the fauourite of Princes , Delight of change , fauours past , and feare of greatnesse , Sharpned by Acmats harsh and open dealing , With noble Princes libertie would draw Into the narrow scope of common awe . Power of mischance yeelds honour to aduenture . Mustapha is dead . Rost. Not dead , while Acmat liueth , Small sparkes from fire quencht to danger growes ; From him that feares to strike , feare neuer parteth , Let Acmat die , and danger is departed . For Zanger I his brothers charge haue gotten ; Yet least his death , not lookt for , might amase him , ( For youth , and kindnesse , oft doe thinke it glory At things , done for their profit , to repine ) I will make haste , and giue him from his father Mustaphaes estate , his fortune and succession . When reason failes , one passion rules another , Hope and good fortune doe forget a brother . Rossa . Come Rosten , let vs doe , and then consider .
CHORVS . WHen will this life this sparke put in our spright , To giue light to this lumpe of flesh and blood : Leaue to denie strong destinie her right , Which it feeles daily , cannot be withstood . Man looke not downe ; looke vp into the skie . There liue thou must , and mai'st be glad to die .
ACTVS . V. SCENA . I. Achmatt alone . In what Dilemma of mischance stand I , Vs'd by the subtile Art of wicked gouernement , To serue a tyrants turne with faith and honestie . Plac'd ouer men , whome vniust rage doth iustly moue . I am either in heate of heady mutinie To die ; or scaping by respect , that saftie may Suspition to my selfe and honour lay , Destinie hath shot the shaft and it must light . To stirre or paine against the streame of fate , Which mooues from ill deserts , it is too late . Innocence and faith from safe estates ouerthrow , For floods of error from authoritie , The multitude hath easily ouerthrowen , For when Kings states must — and must fall , Iustice diuides not there , but ruines all . But looke where Rossa comes like Aprill waters , Both gusts and cleaues in stormie forhead carrying , Like power , that with itselfe doth feare miscarying .
ACTVS . V. SCENA . II. Rossa . Chorus . Acmat . Acm. Who euer thinkes by vertue to aspire , And goodnesse deemes to be good fortunes starre , Or who by mischiefe will seeke his desire , And thinkes no Conscience wayes to honour are . Mustapha , here seeing thee and me , Sees no man , good or ill , rules destinie . And would exchange the course of fates by wit , Which Gods doe make to bring their workes to end , And with it selfe , euen oft doth ruine it : A Tyrant fate , to them that doe amisse , For nothing left me but my error is . Chor. What glory is this , that with it selfe is sad ? Good lucke makes all men , but the guiltie , glad . Ross. Zanger ; for whome Mustapha was slaine : Zanger ; for whome Camanaes blood was shed : Zanger ; for whome all the world on me complain'd , Hath done that , which no truth or law could doe , Remorce and feares in my distresse hath bred , Murthered himselfe and ouerthrowne me too . In euery creatures heart there liues desire , Which men doe follow , as appearing good , And Greatnes , men doe thinke it to aspire , Although it weaknes be , well vnderstood . This vnbound raging infinite thoughts fire I tooke , nay it tooke me , and plac'd my heart On hopes to alter Empires and Successions . And as the sea , when his ambitious power Hath ouer-run his neighbour element : His pride , his rage , his glorie to deuoure , Nor can with any greatnes be content , Till all the Countrie that lay still before , Rise vp , and force him back vnto the shore . So when as I had wonne the marriage bed ; And Soliman with himselfe ouercome , To breake and lay a sleepe his Prophets law , By being only of desire in awe ; Error , of selfe harme euer brought a bed , Made me this wheele of misfortune drawe . Daunger was sport , mischiefe desires art ; Nothing seemd hard , but to leaue this impression . I Mustapha his fall did vndertake , And like the stormes that — doe blow , When all things , but themselues , they ouerthrow , Hatefull I did him to his father make , But as desires on diuers things are plac'd , So ; diuers works . For foules , like senses ; haue a diuers taste , There be birds of the day , and of the night , No laws can make one will to be embrac't , The daughters heart will make the mother spight ; Camenas thoughts were soft , her good was forth , She but with others loue , though nothing worth . To Mustapha , she opens mine intent , For she had tried , but could not turne my heart ; Yet she no hurt to me , in telling ment , Yet hurt she did me , to disclose my art ; I sought reuenge ; reuenge it could not be , For I confesse , she neuer wronged me . But as the Christian , when she sees her child Puld by the great-Lords-men from mothers breast ; Though she do know , it will him honor yeeld ; Yet for her fathers sake , her soule cannot rest . So though I know Camenas heart was good , Yet I did earne to haue my will withstood , Remorce , which hath affection in each heart ; Since whose reason is , but what they see , Womanish loue and shame with feare tooke part , They all conspir'd to haue commanded me ; Humble patience voide of feare and art , Camenas onely strength and weapons be ; I kild her , yet confesse I did her loue ; Furies of choice what arguments can moue , I kild her , for a thought her death would proue , That truth , not hate made Mustapha suspected , The more it seem'd against a mothers loue , The more it shewd I Solyman affected : Thus vnderneath seuere and vpright dealing , A mischieuous step-mothers malice stealing , It tooke effect ; for few meane ill in vaine ; He died infamous ; though he guilties were ; High power hath truth tied vnder lawes of feare ; I liue selfe-guilty , and who durst complaine , So little care the Gods for me below , So little men feare , God they do not know . This Mustapha , whose death I made my glory , Hath spoiled all my power , but power to be sorry . For Zanger , when he saw his brother dead , Confusedly with diuers shapes distract , He silent stood , horrors darke cloudes possest him , Madnes was mixt with woe , kindnes with — Racke , reuerence , reuenge , both representing shame , Stood equally against , and with a mothers name : But as these shadowes from his heart withdrew , That light became restored to his mind , The globes of his enraged cares he threw On me , like nature iustly made vnkind , Vertue bare secret witnes he was true , Remorce did then make me my error find , Finde Lo. this hatefull — loue did make , From pittie woe — he spake . Mother , is this — heart ? Is there nor Law — your desire ? Can neither power nor goodnesse scape your art ? Be these the Counsels , by which you aspire ? Doth mischiefe onely , feare no ouerthwart ? Is there no Hell , nor doe the Deuils loue fire ? If neither God , Heauen , Hell , nor Deuill bee , 'T is plague enough that I am borne of thee . Mother , ( O monstrous name ) shall it be said , That thou hast done this fact for Zangers sake ? Honour and life shall they to me vpbraid , That from thy mischiefe they their glory take . O wretched men that vnder shame are laid , For sinnes that we , and sinnes our parents make . Yet Rossa , to be thine in this I glorie , That being thine giues power to make thee sorie . He wounds his heart and downe with death he fals On Mustapha , who there for his sake died , Fame with his breath he wils on him to call , Forgetfulnesse he would should me betide . — For the dead and mercie for vs all And with these words , for mercie died . Thy goodnesse I mis-vnderstood , Shunning ill , did worse to shed my blood , He dies . Woe is me when in my — looke , Horror I see all their lost but — My loue I ioy become — booke , Eternitie of shame is printed there . Thinke of God , Alas that so I might Madnesse onely natures peace . With thy selfe , though all else thou displease , Made to giue light spirits ease , What shall I doe . Desuntpauca .
FINIS .
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not-he men good and euill be , Though I yet know not he hath done amisse , I doubt ; and heauy Rossacs are , whose charge must be discharged In Rossaes face ; me thinkes desire speaketh , He keepes Manswit Wisedome was neuer borne before her time , Mans wit and nature , youths Horizon are ; Perchance dero gates highest roome , Which thinking opposition derogates From Maiesty , they ioy to ouercome The offeare Your sword should not strike with the arme of feare , Which fadoms all mens imbecilitie mensimbecilitie with the arme offeare , Which fadoms all mens imbecilitie . And mischiefe doth , least amisle Thy mother , and thy brother be amisse , I am betrayed , and one of them it is sheeerr's My Mother ( if shee err's ) err's vertuously , And let her erre surinise safetie must not blame mistrust , Nor for surmise must Kings destroy the iust . kindues As thoughts possest alike with feare and kindnes : Mustapha long since condemn'd to die , erethou credit with our Soueraigne is our honor , And ere thou suffer that to haue despight , Thinke humblethou Intreat no enemies , for they forgiue not , But humble thou thy selfe vnto the heauens . I feare Monarcher Princes , Vnder whose feet the foure forgotten Monarches , The foote-stooles lie of his eternall secretkeies man ruleth all , There feare and care , are secret keies of witt , Where all may rise and one Titants Tirants they are that punnish out of feare . States faulc estate , with one consent , Shew my sonnes fault and vrge me to be iust , Thy selfe alone Relauue intent Art crosse , wisedome is not faiths Relative : For oftentimes faith growes for lacke heans To heare , much further are from princely hearts Then eares ; for fauour growes the states asnare might , And vse to our reuenge : make lawes a snare , To ruine all , but instruments our risiag distribute at wil ; And for that we the best mens rising feare With bruit and tumor good desert we Countels striueth wit to please , Who stands alone in counsels of estate , Where kings themselues euen elouds doth in rich the ground , They spend the clouds of which they owned are . Princes estates sit cruell . Selfe death , which gods abhorre , is fit for treason , Mercie , by ill successe , isshame Yet speake , for one of mischiefes plagues is shame . moiung star-bearing heauens , Whose onely motion rules the mouing Seas , And thou still changing glory of 〈◊〉 fathers death , By whom I hold my honor , she she breath , How could she thinke I could her trost spending breath To plead , where nothing is of trust but death Malice heere aged lies in doublenesse blaspheuies gesture vtters , These agonies , and furious blasphemies ; Is rage become the Lord of humane reason doenot What should I doe ? tell me , I doe not feare , offorce strange to men , why then repine we ? Death is of force to man , to what end striue we ? Obedience hishonor destinie of life , Do that , to liue , that doth dishonor life ? My innocency bids me not to feare doeremaine cannot enter , I constant in my counsell doe remaine , And more liues for my life will Sicknesthy Religion , worth abiures thy painted heauens , Sicknes thy blessings are , miserie thy tryall , wisedonie , and from our senses Delluers downe her wisedome to our reason , If any man would breake Makeme doubtfull speeches , her vnquiet motions , Make me grow iealous of my owne aduancement . desac'd asunder , Our Alchoran prophan'd , Empire defac'd , Hell's broken loose , truth dead , hope offauour fetcht he was , Loden with hopes and promises of fauour : But Mustapha neither hoped nor oftyrany imbrodered sumptuous Pauilion , The stately throne of tyrany and murder ; Where mighty men ( whome offenees thinges , which thou thy selfe doest thinke offences : O Mahomet my other sinnes forgiue me , honourare desire , And thinkes no Conscience wayes to honour are . Mustapha , here seeing thee and me ofselfe By being only of desire in awe ; Error , of selfe harme euer brought a bed , Made me mebelow durst complaine , So little care the Gods for me below , So little men feare , God they do Shunningill mercie died . Thy goodnesse I mis-vnderstood , Shunning ill , did worse to shed my blood , He dies