torments and repaire Your wasted spirits Prince Sleep to these emptie lids Is growne a stranger and the day and night As undistinguisht by my sleep as sight O happinesse of povertie that rests Securely on a bed of living turfe VVhile we with waking cares and restlesse thoughts Lye tumbling on our downe courting the blessing Of a short minutes slumber which the Plough-man Shakes from him as a ransom'd slave his fetters Call in some musike I have heard soft aires Can charme our sences and expell our cares Is Erythaea gone Serv. Yes sir Prince 'T is well I would not have her present at my death Enter Musike SOmnus the humble God that dwells In cottages and smoakie cells Hates gilded roofs and beds of downe And though he feares no Princes frowne Flies from the circle of a Crowne Come I say thou powerfull God And thy Leaden charming Rod Dipt in the Lethaean Lake O're his wakefall temples shake Lest he should sleep and never wake Nature alas why art thou so Obliged to thy greatest foe Sleep that is thy best repast Yet of death it beares a taste And both are the same thing at last Serv. So now he sleeps let 's leave him To his repose Enter King King The horrour of this place presents The horrour of my crimes I faine would ask What I am loth to heare but I am well prepar'd They that are past all hope of good are past All feare of ill and yet if he be dead Speak softly or uncertainly Phy. Sir he sleeps King O that 's too plaine I know thou mean'st his last His long his endlesse sleep Phy. No Sir he lives but yet I feare the sleep you speak of will be his next For nature like a weak and wearie traveller Tir'd with a tedious and a rugged way Not by desire provokt but even betray'd By wearinesse and want of spirits Gives up her selfe to this unwilling slumber King Thou hast it Haly 't is indeed a sad And sober truth though the first And only truth thou ever told'st me And 't is a fatall signe when Kings heare truth Especially when flatterers dare speake it Prince I thought I heard my father does he think the poyson Too slow and comes to see the operation Prince awakes Or does he think his engine dull or honest Lesse apt to execute than he to bid him He needs not 't is enough it will succeed To his expectation King 'T is indeed thy father Thy wretched father but so far from acting New cruelties that if those already past Acknowledg'd and repented of can yet Receive a pardon by those mutuall bonds Nature has seal'd between us which though I Have cancell'd thou hast still preserv'd inviolate I beg thy pardon Prince Death in it selfe appeares Lovely and sweet not only to be pardoned But wisht for had it come from any other hand But from a father a father A name so full of life of love of pitie Death from a fathers hand from whom I first Receiv'd a being 't is a preposterous gift An act at which inverted Nature starts And blushes to behold her selfe so cruell Kin. Take thou that comfort with thee and be not deafe to truth By all that 's holy by the dying accents Of thine and my last breath I never meant I never wisht it sorrow has so over-fraught This sinking bark I shall not live to shew How I abhor or how I would repent My first rash crime but he that now Has poyson'd thee first poyson'd me with jealousie A foolish causelesse jealousie Prince Since you beleeve my innocence I cannot but beleeve your sorrow But does the villaine live A just revenge Would more become the sorrowes of a King Than womanish complaints King O Mirza Mirza I have no more the power to doe it Than thou to see it done My Empire Mirza My Empire 's lost Thy vertue was the rock On which it firmly stood that being undermin'd It sunk with its owne weight the villaine whom my breath created Now braves it in my Throne Prince O for an houre of life but 't will not be Revenge and justice we must leave to heaven I would say more but death has taken in the out-works And now assailes the fort I feele I feele him Gnawing my heart-strings farewell and yet I would Dies King O stay stay but a while and take me with thee Come Death let me embrace thee thou that wert The worst of all my feares art now the best Of all my hopes But Fate why hast thou added This curse to all the rest the love of life We love it and yet hate it death we loath And still desire flye to it and yet feare it Enter Princesse and Soffy Princesse Hee 's gone hee 's gone for ever O that the poyson had mistaken his And met this hated life but cruell Fate Envied so great a happinesse Fate that still Flies from the wretched and pursues the blest Yee Heavens But why should I complaine to them That heare me not or bow to those that hate me Why should your curses so out-weigh your blessings They come but single and long expectation Takes from their value but these fall upon us Double and sudden Sees the King Yet more of horrour then farewell my teares And my just anger be no more confin'd To vaine complaints or selfe-devouring silence But break break forth upon him like a deluge And the great spirit of my injur'd Lord Possesse me and inspire me with a rage Great as thy wrongs and let me call together All my soules powers to throw a curse upon him Black as his crimes King O spare your anger 't is lost For he whom thou accused has already Condemn'd himselfe and is as miserable As thou canst think or wish him spit upon me Cast all reproaches on me womans wit Or malice can invent I 'le thank thee for them What e're can give me a more lively sence Of my owne crimes that so I may repent 'em Princesse O cruell Tyrant couldst thou be so barbarous To a son as noble as thy selfe art vile That knew no other crime but too much vertue Nor could deserve so great a punishment For any fault but that he was thy son Now not content to exceed all other Tyrants Exceed'st thy selfe first robbing him of sight Then seeming by a fain'd and forc'd repentance To expiate that crime didst win him to A false securitie and now by poyson Hast robb'd him of his life King Were but my soule as pure From other guilts as that Heaven did not hold One more immaculate Yet what I have done He dying did forgive me and hadst thou been present Thou wouldst have done the same for thou art happie Compar'd to me I am not only miserable But wicked too thy miseries may find Pitie and help from others but mine make me The scorne and the reproach of all the world Thou like unhappie Merchants whose adventures Are dasht on rocks or swallowed up in stormes Ow'st all thy losses to
or expect A shamefull death what I shall further do Their numbers five times exceeding ours I desire to receive directions from your Majesties command King Let twenty thousand men be raised Let fresh supplyes of victuals and of money Be sent with speed Lords Sir your Treasures Are quite exhausted the Exchequer 's empty King Talke not to me of Treasures or Exchequers Send for five hundred of the wealthiest Burgers Their shops and ships are my Exchequer Abd. 'T were better you you could say their hearts Abd. aside Sir upon your late demands They answered they were poore King Sure the Villaines hold a correspondence With the enemie and thus they would betray us First give us up to want then to contempt And then to ruine but tell those sonnes of earth I le have their money or their heads Winde a horne 'T is my command when such occasions are No Plea must serve 't is cruelty to spare Another Post Exit Lords King The Prince transported with his youthfull heat I feare hath gone too farre 'T is some disaster Or else he would not send so thicke well bring him in I am prepar'd to heare the worst of evils Enter Solyman and two Captaines Cap. kisses his hand King What is the Prince besieged in his Trenches And must have speedy ayd or die by famine Or hath he rashly try'd the chance of warre And lost his Army and his Liberty Tell me what Province they demand for ransome Or if the worst of all mishaps hath fallen Speake for he could not die unlike himselfe Speak freely and yet me-thinkes I reade Something of better fortune in thy lookes But dare not hope it Cap. Sir the Prince lives King And hath not lost his honour Cap. As safe in honour as in life King Nor liberty Cap. Free as the aire he breathes King Returne with speed Tell him he shall have money victuals men With all the haste they can be levyed Farewell Offers to goe Cap. But Sir I have one word more King Then be briefe Cap. So now you are prepar'd and I may venture King What is 't Cap. Sir a Fathers love mixt with a Princes care This shewing dangers greater and that nearer Have rais'd your feares too high and those remov'd Too suddenly would let in such a deluge Of joy as might oppresse your aged spirits Which made me gently first remove your feares That so you might have roome to entertaine Your fill of joy Your sonn 's a Conquerour King Delude me not with fained hopes false joyes It cannot be And if he can but make A faire Retreat I shall account it more Then all his former conquests those huge numbers Arm'd with despaire the flower of all the Empire Cap. Sir I have not us'd to tell you tales or fables And why should you suspect your happinesse Being so constant On my life 't is true Sir King Well I le no more suspect My fortune nor thy faith Thou and thy newes most welcome Solyman Goe call the Princesse and the Lords they shall Participate our joyes as well as cares Enter Princesse and Lords King Faire daughter blow away those mists and clouds And let thy eyes shine forth in their full lustre Invest them with thy loveliest smiles put on Thy choycest lookes hee 's comming will deserve them Princesse What is the Prince return'd with safety 't is above Beleefe or hope King I sweet Erythaea Laden with spoyles and honour all thy feares Thy wakefull terrors and affrighting dreames Thy morning sighes and evening teares have now Their full rewards And you my Lords Prepare for Masques and Triumphs Let no circumstance Be wanting that becomes The greatnesse of our State or Joy Behold he comes Enter Prince with Captaines and two Captive Bashawes King Welcome brave sonne as welcome to thy father As Phoebus was to Iove when he had slaine Th' ambitious Gyants that assayl'd the skie And as my power resembles that of Ioves So shall thy glory like high Phoebus shine As bright and as immortall Prince Great Sir all acquisition Of Glory as of Empire here I lay before Your Royall feet happy to be the Instrument To advance either Sir I challenge nothing But am an humble suitor for these prisoners The late Commanders of the Turkish powers Whose valours have deserv'd a better fortune King Then what hath thine deserv'd th' are thine brave Mirzah Worthy of all thy Royall Ancestors And all those many Kindomes which their vertue Or got or kept though thou hadst not beene borne to 't But daughter still your lookes are sad No longer I le deferre your joyes goe take him Into thy chaste embrace and whisper to him That welcome which those blushes promise Exit King Prince My Erythaea why entertain'st thou with so sad a brow My long desir'd return thou wast wont With kisses and sweet smiles to welcome home My victories though bought with sweat and bloud And long expected Princesse Pardon Sir 'T is with our soules As with our eyes that after a long darknesse Are dazled at the approach of sudden light When i' th' midst of feares we are surpriz'd With unexpected happinesse the first Degrees of joy are meere astonishment And 't was so lately in a dreadfull dreame I saw my Lord so neare destruction Deprived of his eyes a wretched Captive Then shriekt my selfe awake then slept againe And dreamt the same my ill presaging fancy Suggesting still 't was true Prince Then I forgive thy sadnesse since love caus'd it For love is full of feares and feare the shadow Of danger like the shadow of our bodies Is greater then when that which is the cause Is farthest off Princesse But still there 's something That checks my joyes Nor can I yet distinguish Which is the apparition this or that Prince An apparition At night I shall resolve that doubt and make Thy dreames more pleasing Enter Haly and Mirvan Mir. The time has beene my Lord When I was no such stranger to your thoughts You were not wont to weare upon your brow A frowne or smile but still have thought me worthy At least to know the cause Ha. 'T is true Thy breast hath ever beene the Cabinet Where I have lockt my secrets Mir. And did you ever finde That any art could picke the locke or power Could force it open Ha. No I have ever found thee Trusty and secret But is 't observ'd i' th' Court That I am sad Mir. Observ'd 't is all mens wonder and discourse That in a Joy so great so universall You should not beare a part Ha. Discour'st of too Mir. Nothing but treason More commonly more boldly spoken So singular a sadnesse Must have a cause as strange as the effect And griefe conceal'd like hidden fire consumes Which flaming out would call in helpe to quench it Ha. But since thou canst not mend it To let thee know it will but make thee worse Silence and time shall cure it Mir. But in diseases when the cause is knowne 'T is more
Civill aswell as militarie for the one You have given the world an ample proofe already Now exercise the other 't is no lesse To governe justly make your Empire flourish With wholesome lawes in riches peace and plenty Then by the expence of wealth and bloud to make New acquisitions Prince That I was borne so great I owe to fortune And cannot pay that debt till vertue set me High in example as I am in title Till what the world calls fortune's gifts my actions May stile their owne rewards and those too little Princes are then themselves when they arise More glorious in mens thoughts then in their eyes Ha. Sir your fame Already fils the world and what is infinite Cannot receive degrees but will swallow All that is added as our Caspian sea Receives our rivers and yet seemes not fuller And if you tempt her more the winde of fortune May come about and take another point And blast your glories Prince No My glories are past danger they 're full blowne Things that are blasted are but in their bud And as for fortune I nor love nor feare her I am resolved goe Haly flatter still your aged Master Still sooth him in his pleasures and still grow Great by those arts Well farewell Court Where vice not onely hath usurp't the place But the reward and even the name of vertue Wee 'le goe and hunt it is a Princely sport And much resembles warre Cap. Such warres as ours Where we have us'd to follow chases Prince It shewes us pretty dangers and acquaints us With scituations while I view the hills The thickets and the rivers here me-thinkes With best advantage I could pitch my campe Here range my Army there the battaile joyne Here make a safe retreat and there enclose The enemie as beasts within a toyle And yet I can observe the chased Stagge How he can cast about to seeke his safety And when he sees his death is unavoydable How he will weepe I can observe the Dogs too How some in swiftnesse some in scent excell Others in cry But let us lose no time Me-thinkes the Courts a prison Ex Man Ha. Still still Sleighted and scorn'd yet this affront Hath stampt a noble title on my malice And married it to Justice The King is old And when the Prince succeedes I 'me lost past all recovery then I Must meet my danger and destroy him first But cunningly and closely or his sonne And wife like a fierce Tygresse will devoure me There 's danger every way and since 't is so 'T is brave and noble when the falling waight Of my owne ruine crushes those I hate But how to doe it that 's the worke he stands So high in reputation with the people There 's but one way and that 's to make his father The instrument to give the name and envie To him but to my selfe the prize and glory He 's old and jealous apt for suspitions gainst which tyrants ears Are never clos'd The Prince is young Fierce and ambitious I must bring together All these extreames and then remove all Mediums That each may be the others object Enter Mirvan Mir. My Lord Now if your plots be right you are befriended With opportunity The King is melancholy Apted for any ill impressions Make an advantage of the Princes absence Urge some suspected cause of his departure Use all your art hee 's comming Exit Mir. Enter King Ha. Sir have you knowne an action of such glory Lesse swel'd with ostentation or a minde Lesse tainted with felicitie 'T is a rare temper in the Prince King Is it so rare to see a sonne so like His father Have not I perform'd actions As great and with as great a moderation Ha. I Sir but that 's forgotten Actions o'th' last age are like Almanacks o' th' last yeare King 'T is well but if with all his conquests what I get in Empire I lose in fame I thinke my selfe no gainer But am I quite forgotten Ha. Sir you know Age breeds neglect in all and actions Remote in time like objects Remote in place are not beheld at halfe their greatnesse And what is new findes better acceptation Then what is good or great yet some old men Tell Stories of you in their chimney corners King No otherwise Ha. They 're all so full of him some magnifie His courage some his wit but all admire A greatnesse so familiar King Sure Haly Thou hast forgot thy selfe art thou a Courtier Or I a King my eares are unacquainted With such bold truthes especially from thee Ha. Sir when I am call'd to 't I must speake Boldly and plainly King But with what eagernesse what circumstance Unaskt thou tak'st such paines to tell me onely My sonne 's the better man Ha. Sir where Subjects want the priviledge To speake there Kings may have the priviledge To live in ignorance King If 't were a secret that concern'd my life Or Empire then this boldnesse might become thee But such unnecessary rudenesse savours Of some designe And this is such a false and squint-ey'd praise Which seeming to looke upwards on his glories Lookes downe upon my feares I know thou hat'st him And like infected persons faine would'st rub The ulcer of thy malice upon me Ha. Sir I almost beleeve you speake your thoughts But that I want the guilt to make me feare it King What meane these guilty blushes then Ha. Sir if I blush it is because you doe not To upbraid so try'd a servant that so often Have wak'd that you might sleepe and beene expos'd To dangers for your safety King And therefore think'st Thou art so wrapt so woven into all My trusts and counsells that I now must suffer All thy Ambition aymes at Ha. Sir if your love growes weary And thinks you have worne me long enough I 'me willing To be left off but hee 's a foolish Sea-man That when his shippe is sinking will not Unlade his hopes into another bottome King I understand no Allegories Ha. And hee 's as ill a Courtier that when His Master 's old desires not to comply With him that must succeed King But if He will not be comply'd with Ha. Oh Sir There 's one sure way and I have knowne it practiz'd In other States King What 's that Ha. To make The fathers life the price of the sonnes favour To walke upon the graves of our dead Masters To our owne securitie King starts and scratches his head Ha. aside 'T is this must take Does this plainnesse please you Sir King and Haly thou know'st my nature too too apt To these suspitions but I hope the question Was never mov'd to thee Ha. In other Kingdomes Sir King But has my sonne no such designe Ha. Alas You know I hate him and should I tell you He had you 'd say it was but malice King No more of that good Haly I know thou lov'st me But least the care of future safety tempt thee To forfeit present loyaltie or present loyaltie
the blacker hell Enter Messenger Mess. Sir your wife the Princesse is come to visit you Prince Conduct her in now to my disguise againe Enter Princesse Princesse Is this my Lord the Prince Prince That 's Erythaea Or some Angell voyc't like her 'T is she my strugling soule Would faine goe out to meet and welcome her Erythaea No answer but in sighes deare Erythaea Thou cam'st to comfort to support my sufferings Not to oppresse me with a greater weight To see that my unhappinesse Involves thee too Princesse My Lord in all your triumphs and your glories You call'd me into all your joyes and gave me An equall share and in this depth of miserie Can I be unconcern'd you needes must know You needs must hope I cannot or which is worse You must suspect my love for what is love But sympathie and this I make my happinesse Since both cannot be happie That we can both be miserable Prince I prithee doe not say thou lov'st me For love or findes out equals or makes 'em so But I am so cast downe and fal'ne so low I cannot rise to thee and dare not wish Thou should'st descend to me but call it pitty And I will owne it then that Kings may give To beggars and not lessen their owne greatnesse Princesse Till now I thought vertue had stood above The reach of fortune but if vertue be not Yet love's a greater Deity what ever fortune Can give or take love wants not or despises Or by his owne omnipotence supplies Then like a God with joy beholds The beauty of his owne creations Thus what we forme and image to our fancies We really possesse Prince But can thy imagination Delude it selfe to fixe upon an object So lost in miseries so old in sorrowes Palenesse and death hang on my cheeke and darknesse Dwells in my eyes more chang'd from what I was In person then in fortune Princesse Yet still the same to me Alas my Lord these outward beauties are but the props and scaffolds On which we built our love which now made perfect Stands without those supports nor is my flame So earthy as to need the dull materiall fuell Of eyes or lippes or cheekes still to be kindled And blowne by appetite or else t' expire My fires are purer and like those of Heaven Fed onely and contented with themselves Need nothing from without Prince But the disgrace that wayts upon misfortune The meere reproach the shame of being miserable Exposes men to scorne and base contempt Even from their neerest friends Princesse Love is so farre from scorning misery That he delights in 't and is so kindly cruell Sometimes to wish it that he may be alone In stead of all of fortunes honours friends which are But meere diversions from loves proper object Which onely is it selfe Prince Thou hast almost Taught me to love my miseries and forgive All my misfortunes I 'le at least forget 'em We will receive those times and in our memories Preserve and still keepe fresh like flowers in water Those happier dayes when at our eyes our soules Kindled their mutuall fires their equall beames Shot and returned till link't and twin'd in one They chain'd our hearts together Princesse And was it just that fortune should begin Her tyrannie where we began our loves No if it had why was not I blinde too I 'me sure if weeping could have don 't I had beene Prince Thinke not that I am blinde but thinke it night A season for our loves and which to lovers Ne're seemes too long and thinke of all our miseries But as some melancholy dreame which ha's awak't us To the renewing of our joyes Princesse My Lord this is a temper Worthy the old Philosophers Prince I but repeate that lesson Which I have learn't from thee All this morality Thy love hath taught me Princesse My Lord you wrong your vertue T' ascribe the effect of that to any cause Lesse noble than it selfe Prince And you your love To thinke it is lesse noble or lesse powerfull Then any the best vertue but I feare thy love Will wrong it selfe so long a stay will make The jealous King suspect we have beene plotting How doe the pledges of our former love Our Children Princesse Both happy in their Grandsires love especially The pretty Fatyma yet she According to her apprehension feeles A sence of your misfortunes Prince But let her not too much expresse it Lest she provoke his fury Princesse She onely can allay it When 't is provok't she Playes with his rage and gets above his anger As you have seene a little boat To mount and dance upon the wave that threatens To overwhelme it Prince To threaten is to save but his anger Strikes us like thunder where the blow out-flies The loud report and even prevents mens feares Princesse But then like thunder It rends a Cedar or an Oake or findes Some strong resisting matter women and children Are not Subjects worthy a Princes anger Prince Whatsoever Is worthy of their love is worth their anger Princesse Love's a more naturall motion they are angry As Princes but love as men Prince Once more I begge Make not thy love thy danger Princesse My Lord I see with what unwillingnesse You lay upon me this command and through your fares Discerne your love and therefore must obey you Exit Prince Farewell my dearest Erythaea There 's a strange musicke in her voyce the storie Of Orpheus which appeares so bold a fiction Was prophecy'd of thee thy voyce ha's tam'd The Tygres and the Lyons of my soule Enter Messenger Mes. Sir your daughter Fatyma Prince Conduct her in how strangely am I tempted With opportunity which like a sudden gust Hath swell'd my calmer thoughts into a tempest Accursed opportunitie The midwife and the bawde to all our vices That work'st our thoughts into desires desires To resolutions those being ripe and quickned Thou giv'st 'em birth and bring'st 'em forth to action Enter Fat and Moss Prince Leave us O opportunitie That when my dire and bloudy resolutions Like sicke and froward children Were rock't asleepe by reason or religion Thou like a violent noyse cam'st rushing in And mak'st 'em wake and start to new unquietnesse Come hither prettie Fatyma Thy Grandsires darling sit upon my knee He loves thee dearely Fat I father for your sake Prince And for his sake I shall requite it O vertue vertue Where art thou fled thou wert my reasons friend But that like a deposed Prince ha's yeelded His Scepter to his base usurping vassalls And like a traytor to himselfe takes pleasure In serving them Fat But father I desir'd him that you might have liberty and that He would give you your eyes againe Prince Prettie Innocent 'T is not i' th' art nor power of man to doe it Fat Must you never see againe then father Prince No not without a miracle Fat Why father I can see with one eye pray take one Of mine Prince I would her innocent prate could
overcome me O what a conflict doe I feele how am I Tost like a ship 'twixt two encountring tydes Love that was banisht hence would faine returne And force an entrance but revenge That 's now the Porter of my soule is deafe Deafe as the Adder and as full of poyson Mighty revenge that single can'st o'rethrow All those joynt powers which nature vertue honour Can raise against thee Fat What doe you seeke for your handkerchiefe pray use mine To drinke the bloudy moysture from your eyes I 'le shew 't my Grandfather I know 't will make him weepe Why doe you shake father Just so my Grandsire trembled at the instant Your sight was ta'ne away Prince And upon the like occasion Fat O father what meanes the naked knife Prince 'T is to requite thy Grandsires love Prepare To meet thy death Fat O 't is I 't is I Your daughter Fatyma Prince I therefore doe it Fat Alas was this the blessing my mother sent me to receive Prince Thy mother Erythaea there 's something in that That shakes my resolution Poore Erythaea how wretched shall I make thee To rob thee of a husband and a childe But which is worse that first I fool'd and wonne thee To a beleefe that all was well and yet Shall I forbeare a crime for love of thee And not for love of vertue But what 's vertue A meere imaginary sound a thing Of speculation which to my darke soule Depriv'd of reason is as indiscernable As colours to my body wanting sight Then being left to sence I must be guided By something that my sence grasps and takes hold of On then my love and feare not to encounter That Gyant my revenge alas poore Fatyma My father loves thee so doe's Erythaea Whether shall I by justly plaguing Him whom I hate be more unjustly cruell To her I love or being kinde to her Be cruell to my selfe and leave unsatisfied My anger and revenge but Love thou art The nobler passion and to thee I sacrifice All my ungentle thoughts Fatyma forgive me And seale it with a kisse What is 't I feele The spirit of revenge re-inforcing New Arguments flie Fatyma Fly while thou may'st nor tempt me to new mischiefe By giving meanes to act it to this ill My will leades not my power but power my will Ex. Fat O what a tempest have I scap't thankes to Heaven And Erythaea's love No 't was a poore a low revenge unworthy My vertues or my injuries and As now my fame so then my infamie Would blot out his And I instead of his Empire Shall onely be the heire of all his curses No I 'le be still my selfe and carry with me My innocence to th' other world and leave My fame to this 't will be a brave revenge To raise my minde to a constancy so high That may looke downe upon his threats my patience Shall mocke his furie nor shall he be so happy To make me miserable and my sufferings shall Erect a prouder Trophie to my name Then all my prosperous actions Every Pilot Can steere the ship in calmes but he performes The skilfull part can manage it in stormes Finis Act. Quarti Actus Quintus Enter Prince Prince If happinesse be a substantiall good Not fram'd of accidents nor subject to 'em I err'd to seeke it in a blinde revenge Or thinke it lost in losse of sight or Empire 'T is something sure within us not subjected To sence or sight onely to be discern'd By reason my soules eye and that still sees Clearely and clearer for the want of these For gazing through these windowes of the body It met such severall such distracting objects But now confin'd within it selfe it sees A strange and unknowne world and there discovers Torrents of Anger Mountaines of Ambition Gulfes of Desire and Towers of Hope huge Gyants Monsters and savage Beasts to vanquish these Will be a braver conquest then the old Or the new world O happinesse of blindnesse now no beauty Inflames my lust no others good my envie Or miserie my pittie no mans wealth Drawes my respect nor poverty my scorne Yet still I see enough Man to himselfe Is a large prospect rays'd above the levell Of his low creeping thoughts if then I have A world within my selfe that world shall be My Empire there I 'le raigne commanding freely And willingly obey'd secure from feare Of forraigne forces or domestick treasons And hold a Monarchie more free more absolute Than in my fathers seat and looking downe With scorne or pity on the slipperie state Of Kings will tread upon the necke of fate Exit Enter Bashawes disguis'd with Haly. 1. Bash. Sir 't is of neare concernement and imports No lesse than the Kings life and honour Ha. May not I know it Bash. You may Sir But in his presence we are sworne T' impart it first to him Ha. Our Persian state descends not To enterviewes with strangers But from whence Comes this discovery or you that bring it 2. Bash. We are Sir of Natolia Ha. Natolia heard you nothing Of two Villaines that lately fled from hence 1. Bash. The Bashawes Sir Ha. The same 2. Bash. They are nearer than you thinke for Ha. Where 1. Bash. In Persia Ha. In armes againe to tempt another slavery No Sir they made some weake attempts presuming on The reputation of their former greatnesse But having lost their fame and fortunes 'T is no wonder they lost their friends now hopelesse and forlorn They are return'd and somewhere live obscurely To expect a change in Persia nor wil't be hard To finde 'em Ha. Doe 't and name your owne rewards 2. Bash. We dare doe nothing till we have seene the King And then you shall command us Ha. Well though 't is not usuall Ye shall have free accesse Exit Haly. Enter King and Haly. 1. Bash. Sir there were two Turkish prisoners lately fled From hence for a suppos'd conspiracie Betweene the Prince and them King Where are the villaines 1 Bash. This is the villaine Sir They pull off their disguises And we the wrongfully accus'd you gave life Sir And we took it As a free noble gift but when we heard 'T was valu'd at the price of your Sons honour We came to give it back as a poore trifle Priz'd at a rate too high King Haly I cannot think my favours plac'd so ill To be so ill requited yet their confidence Has something in 't that looks like innocence Ha. aside Is 't come to that Then to my last and surest refuge King Sure if the guilt were theirs they could not charge thee With such a gallant boldnesse If 't were thine Thou could not heare 't with such a silent scorne I am amaz'd Ha. Sir perplex your thoughts no further They have truth to make 'em bold And I have power to scorne it 't was I Sir That betray'd him and you and them King Is this impudence or madnesse Ha. Neither A verie sober and sad truth to you Sir King
A Guard there Enter Mirvan and others King Seize him Ha. Seize them now Though 't is too late to learne yet know 'Gainst you are King again what 't is to let your Subjects Dispose all offices of trust and power The beast obeyes his keeper and looks up Not to his masters but his feeders hand And when you gave me power to dispense And make your favours mine in the same houre You made your selfe my shadow and 't was my curtesie To let you live and reigne so long King Without there Enter two or three and joyne with the others What none but Traytours Has this villaine Breath'd treason into all and with that breath Like a contagious vapour blasted loyaltie Sure hell it selfe has sent forth all her Furies T' inhabit and possesse this place Ha. Sir passions without power Like seas against a rock but lose their furie Mirvan Take these villaines and see 'em strangled 1 Bash. Farewell Sir commend us to your son let him know That since we cannot dye his servants Wee 'll dye his Martyrs King Farewell unhappie friends A long farewell and may you find rewards Great as your innocence or which is more Great as your wrongs 2 Bash. Come thou art troubled Thou dost not feare to dye 1 Bash. No but to lose my death To sell my life so cheap while this proud villaine That takes it must survive 2 Bash. We shall not lose our deaths If Heaven can heare the cries of guiltlesse bloud Which sure it must for I have heard th' are loud ones Vengeance shall overtake thee Ha. Away with 'em King Stay Haly they are innocent yet life when 't is thy gift Is worse than death I disdaine to ask it 1 Bash. And we to take it Ha. Do not ask it Sir For them to whom you owe your ruine they have undone you Had not they told you this you had liv'd secure And happie in your ignorance but this injurie Since 't is not in your nature to forgive it I must not leave it in your power to punish it King Heaven though from thee I have deserv'd this plague Be thou my Judge and witnesse from this villaine 'T is vndeserv'd Had I but felt your vengeance from some hand That first had suffer'd mine it had been justice But have you sent this sad returne of all My love my trust my favours Ha. Sir there 's a great resemblance Between your favours and my injuries Those are too great to be requited these Too great to be forgiven and therefore 'T is but in vaine to mention either King Mirza Mirza How art thou lost by my deceiv'd credulitie I 'le beg thy pardon Ha. Stay Sir not without my leave Go some of you and let the people know The King keeps state and will not come in publike If any great affaires or State addresses Bring 'em to me King How have I taught the villaine To act my part But oh my son my son Shall I not see thee Ha. For once you shall Sir But you must grant me one thing King Traytour dost thou mock my miseries What can I give but this unhappie life Ha. Alas Sir it is but that I ask and 't is my modestie To ask it it being in my power to take it When you shall see him sir to dye for pitie 'T were such a thing 't would so deceive the world And make the people think you were good natur'd 'T will look so well in storie and become The stage so handsomely King I ne're deny'd thee any thing and shall not now Deny thee this though I could stand upright Under the tyranny of age and fortune Yet the sad weight of such ingratitude Will crush me into earth Ha. Lose not your teares but keep Your lamentations for your son or sins For both deserve 'em but you must make haste sir Or hee 'll not stay your comming He looks upon a watch 'T is now about the houre the poyson Must take effect King Poyson'd oh Heaven Ha. Nay sir lose no time in wonder both of us Have much to doe if you will see your son Here 's one shall bring you to him Exit King Some unskilfull Pylot had shipwrackt here But I not only against sure And likely ills have made my selfe secure But so confirm'd and fortifi'd my state To set it safe above the reach of Fate Exit Haly. Enter Prince led servants at the other doore Princesse and Soffy Serv. Sir the Princesse and your son Prince Soffy thou comst to wonder at Thy wretched father why dost thou interrupt Thy happinesse by looking on an object So miserable Princesse My Lord me thinks there is not in your voyce The vigour that was wont nor in your look The wonted cheerfulnesse Are you well my Lord Prince No but I shall be I feele my health a comming Princesse What 's your disease my Lord Prince Nothing but I have ta'ne a Cordiall Sent by the King or Haly in requitall Of all my miseries to make me happie The pillars of this frame grow weak As if the weight of many yeares oppresse 'em My sinewes slacken and an icie stifnesse Benums my bloud Princesse Alas I feare hee 's poysoned Call all the help that Art or Herbs or Minerals Can minister Prince No 't is too late And they that gave me this are too well practiz'd In such an Art to attempt and not performe Prin. Yet trie my Lord revive your thoughts the Empire Expects you your father's dying Prince So when the ship is sinking The winds that wrackt it cease Princesse Will you be the scorne of fortune To come neere a Crowne and only neere it Prince I am not fortunes scorne but she is mine More blind than I Princesse O tyranny of Fate to bring Death in one hand and Empire in the other Only to shew us happinesse and then To snatch us from it Prince They snatch me to it My soule is on her journey do not now Divert or lead her back to lose her selfe I' th' maze and winding labyrinths o'th' world I prethee do not weep thy love is that I part with most unwillingly or otherwise I had not staid till rude necessitie Had forc'd me hence Soffy be not a man too soone And when thou art take heed of too much vertue It was thy fathers and his only crime 'T will make the King suspitious yet ere time By natures course has ripened thee to man 'T will mellow him to dust till then forget I was thy father yet forget it not My great example shall excite thy thoughts To noble actions And you deare Erythaea Give not your passions vent nor let blind furie Precipitate your thoughts nor set 'em working Till time shall lend 'em better meanes and instruments Than lost complaints Where 's prettie Fatyma She must forgive my rash ungentle passion Princesse What do you meane sir Prince I am asham'd to tell you I prethee call her Princesse I will sir I pray try If sleep will ease your