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.
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 VVhat 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 VVhile 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 Ti '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
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 VVhen men doe know to bring their hearts to doe Soly. VVhat 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 whē 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. Whēce 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
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