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The tragedy of Mustapha
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Greville, Fulke, Baron Brooke, 1554-1628.
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1609
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hold 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 one i glome 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
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.