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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35654	Poems and translations with the Sophy / written by the Honourable Sir John Denham, Knight of the Bath.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. Sophy.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 2. English.	1668 (1668)	Wing D1005; ESTC R4710	83,594	304

Prince How does my Father Princess Still talks and plays with Fatyma but his mirth Is forc'd and strain'd In his look appears A wild distracted fierceness I can read Some dreadful purpose in his face but where This dismal cloud will break and spend his fury I dare not think pray heaven make false his fears Sometimes his anger breaks through all disguises And spares not gods nor men and then he seems Jealous of all the world suspects and starts And looks behind him Enter Morat as in haste Mor. Sir with hazard of my life I 've ventur'd To tell you you are lost betray'd undone Rouze up your courage call up all your counsels And think on all those stratagems which nature Keeps ready to encounter sudden dangers Prince But pray my Lord by whom for what offence Mor. Is it a time for story when each minute Begets a thousand dangers the gods protect you Ex. Prince This man was ever honest and my friend And I can see in his amazed look Something of danger but in act or thought I never did that thing should make me fear it Princess Nay good Sir let not so secure a confidence Betray you to your ruine Prince Prethee woman Keep to thy self thy fears I cannot know That there is such a thing I stand so strong Inclosed with a double guard of Vertue And Innocence that I can look on dangers As he that stands upon a Rock Can look on storms and tempests Fear guilt Are the same thing when our actions are not Our fears are crimes And he deserves it less that guilty bears A punishment than he that guiltless fears Ex. Enter Haly and Torturers Ha. This is the place appointed assist me courage This hour ends all my fears but pause a while Suppose I should discover to the Prince The whole conspiracy and so retort it Upon the King it were an handsom plot But full of difficulties and uncertain And he 's so fool'd with down-right honesty He 'l ne're believe it and now 't is too late The guards are set and now I hear him coming Enter Prince stumbles at the entrance Prince 'T is ominous but I will on destruction O'retakes as often those that fly as those that boldly meet it Ha. By your leave Prince your father greets you Prince Unhand me traytors Haly casts a scarf over his face Ha. That title is your own and we are sent to let you know it Prince Is not that the voice of Haly that thunders in my ears Ha. I vertuous Prince I come to make you exercise One vertue more your patience Heat the Irons quickly Prince Insolent villain for what cause Ha. Only to gaze upon a while until your eyes are out Prince O villain shall I not see my Father To ask him what 's my crime who my accusers Let me but rry if I can wake his pity From his Lethargick sleep Ha. It must not be Sir Prince Shall I not see my wife nor bid farewell To my dear Children Ha. Your pray'rs are all in vain Prince Thou shalt have half my Empire Haly let me but See the Tyrant that before my eyes are lost They may dart poys'nous flashes like the Basilisk And look him dead These eyes that still were open Or to fore-see or to prevent his dangers Must they be closed in eternal night Cannot his thirst of bloud be satisfied With any but his own And can his tyranny Find out no other object but his Son I seek not mercy tell him I desire To die at once not to consume an age In lingring deaths Ha. Our ears are charm'd Away with him Prince Can ye behold ye Gods a wronged Innocent Or sleeps your Justice like my Fathers Mercy Or are you blind as I must be Finis Actus Tertii Actus Quartus Enter Abd. and Morat Ab. I ever fear'd the Princes too much greatness Would make him less the greatest heights are near The greatest precipice Mor. 'T is in worldly accidents As in the world it self where things most distant Meet one another Thus the East and West Upon the Globe a Mathematick point Only divides Thus happiness and misery And all extreams are still contiguous Ab. Or if 'twixt happiness and misery there be A distance 't is an Aery Vacuum Nothing to moderate or break the fall Mor. But oh this Saint-like Devil This damned Caliph to make the King believe To kill his son 's religion Ab. Poor Princes how are they mis-led While they whose sacred Office 't is to bring Kings to obey their God and men their King By these mysterious links to fix and tie Them to the foot-stool of the Deity Even by these men Religion that should be The curb is made the spur to tyranny They with their double key of conscience bind The Subjects souls and leave Kings unconfin'd While their poor Vassals sacrifice their blouds T' Ambition and to Avarice their goods Blind with Devotion They themselves esteem Made for themselves and all the world for them While heavens great Law given for their guide appears Just or unjust but as it waits on theirs Us'd but to give the eccho to their words Power to their wills and edges to their swords To varnish all their errors and secure The ills they act and all the world endure Thus by their arts Kings aw the world while they Religion as their Mistress seem t' obey Yet as their slave command her while they seem To rise to heaven they make heaven stoop to them Mor. Nor is this all where feign'd devotion bends The highest things to serve the lowest ends For if the many-headed beast hath broke Or shaken from his neck the royal yoke With popular rage Religion doth conspire Flows into that and swells the torrent higher Then powers first pedigree from force derives And calls to mind the old prerogatives Of free-born man and with a saucy eye Searches the heart and soul of Majesty Then to a strict account and censure brings The actions errors and the end of Kings Treads on authority and sacred Laws Yet all for God and his pretended cause Acting such things for him which he in them And which themselves in others will condemn And thus engag'd nor safely can retire Nor safely stand but blindly bold aspire Forcing their hopes even through despair to climb To new attempts disdain the present time Grow from disdain to threats from threats to arms While they though sons of peace still sound th' alarms Thus whether Kings or people seek extreams Still conscience and religion are their Theams And whatsoever change the State invades The pulpit either forces or perswades Others may give the fewel or the fire But they the breath that makes the flame inspire Ab. This and much more is true but let not us Add to our ills and aggravate misfortunes By passionate complaints nor lose our selves Because we have lost him for if the Tyrant Were to a son so noble so unnatural What will he be to us who

vertue and the gods O'recome my subtle mischief I may find A safe retreat and may at least be sure If not more mighty to be more secure Exeunt Finis Actus Secundi Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter King and Haly. King But Haly what confederates ha's the Prince In his conspiracy Ha. Sir I can yet suspect None but the Turkish prisoners and that only From their late sudden flight King Are they fled For what Ha. That their own fears best know their entertainment I 'me sure was such as could not minister Suspition or dislike but sure they 're conscious Of some intended mischief and are fled To put it into act King This still confirms me more But let 'em be pursu'd let all the passages Be well secur'd that no intelligence May pass between the Prince and them Ha. It shall be done Sir King Is the Caliph prepar'd Ha. He 's without Sir And waits your pleasure King Call him Enter Haly and Caliph King I have a great design to act in which The greatest part is thine In brief 't is this I fear my Sons high spirit and suspect Designs upon my Life and Crown Ca. Sure Sir your fears are causeless Such thoughts are strangers to his noble soul. King No 't is too true I must prevent my danger And make the first attempt there 's no such way To avoid a blow as to strike first and sure Ca. But Sir I hope my function shall exempt me From bearing any part in such designs King Your function Laughs Do you think that Princes Will raise such men so near themselves for nothing We but advance you to advance our purposes Nay even in all Religions Their Learned'st and their seeming holiest men but serve To work their Masters ends and varnish o're Their actions with some specious pious colour No scruples do 't or by our holy Prophet The death my rage intends to him is thine Ca. Sir 't is your part to will mine to obey King Then be wise and sudden Enter Lords as to Council Ab. Mor. Ca. My Lords it grieves me to relate the cause Of this Assembly and 't will grieve you all The prince you know stands high in all those graces Which Nature seconded by fortune gives Wisdom he ha's and to his Wisdom Courage Temper to that and unto all Success But Ambition the disease of Virtue bred Like surfets from an undigested fulness Meets death in that which is the means of life Great Mahomet to whom our Soveraigns life And Empire is most dear appearing thus Advis'd me in a Vision Tell the King The Prince his Son attempts his Life Crown And though no creature lives that more admires His vertues nor affects his person more Than I yet zeal and duty to my Soveraign Have cancell'd all respects nor must we slight The Prophets Revelations Abd. Remember Sir he is your Son Indeared to you by a double bond As to his King and Father King And the remembrance of that double bond Doubles my sorrows 'T is true Nature and duty bind him to Obedience But those being placed in a lower sphere His fierce ambition like the highest mover Has hurried with a strong impulsive motion Against their proper course But since he has forgot The duty of a son I can forget The affections of a Father Abd. But Sir in the beginning of diseases None try the extreamest remedies King But when they 're sudden The cure must be as quick when I 'me dead you 'll say My fears have been too slow Treasons are acted Assoon as thought though they are ne're believed Until they come to act Mor. But consider Sir The greatness of the attempt the people love him The lookers on and the enquiring vulgar Will talk themselves to action thus by avoyding A danger but suppos'd you tempt a real one King Those Kings whom envy or the peoples murmur Deters from their own purposes deserve not Nor know not their own greatness The peoples murmur 't is a sulphurous vapour Breath'd from the bowels of the basest earth And it may soyl and blast things near it self But ere it reach the region we are plac'd in It vanishes to ayr we are above The sence or danger of such storms Cap. True Sir they are but storms while Royalty Stands like a Rock and the tumultuous vulgar Like billows rais'd with wind that 's with opinion May roar and make a noise and threaten But if they rowl too near they 're dash't in pieces While they stand firm Abd. Yet Sir Crowns are not plac'd so high But vulgar hands may reach 'em King Then 't is when they are plac'd on vulgar heads Abd. But Sir Look back upon your self why should your son Anticipate a hope so near so certain we may wish and pray For your long life but neither prayers nor power Can alter Fates decree or Natures Law Why should he ravish then that Diadem From your gray temples which the hand of time Must shortly plant on his King My Lords I see you look upon me as a Sun Now in his West half buryed in a cloud Whose rays the vapours of approaching night Have rendred weak and faint But you shall find That I can yet shoot beams whose heat can melt The waxen wings of this ambitious Boy Nor runs my bloud so cold nor is my arm So feeble yet but he that dares defend him Shall feel my vengeance and shall usher me Into my grave Ab. Sir we defend him not Only desire to know his crime 'T is possible It may be some mistake or mis-report Some false suggestion or malicious scandal Or if ambition be his fault 't was yours He had it from you when he had his being Nor was 't his fault nor yours for 't is in Princes A crime to want it from a noble spirit Ambition can no more be separated Than heat from fire Or if you fear the Vision Will you suspect the noble Prince because This holy man is troubled in his sleep Because his crazy stomach wants concoction And breeds ill sumes or his melancholy spleen Sends up phantastick vapours to his brain Dreams are but dreams these causeless fears become not Your noble soul. King Who speaks another word Hath spoke his last Great Mahomet we thank thee Protector of this Empire and this life Thy cares have met my fears this on presumptions Strong and apparent I have long presag'd And though a Prince may punish what he fears Without account to any but the Gods Wise States as often cut off ills that may be As those that are and prevent purposes Before they come to practise aud foul practises Before they grow to act You cannot but observe How he dislikes the Court his rude departure His honour from the people and the souldiers His seeking to oblige the Turks his prisoners Their sudden and suspected flight And above all his restless towring thoughts A Horn winded without King If the business be important Admit him Enter Post with a