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.
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
neuer to be repaired And honour lost mankind hath lost his fashion Honour and shame are slaues to them that prosper Ross. One signe that humaine worth with power is raised Is that Kings do to make their doings praised Rosten Who forceth man is fear'd but not beloued Praises of feare are tyranous dispraises Rossa Praises for feare do shew that we are great Who seeke for loue and may commaund a feare Are sitter to clime vp then tarry there I whome most men haue thought haue ruled all And with my Lord his ruine vndertaken Now liue in this life to behold my fall Our credit with our Soueraigne is our honor And ere thou suffer that to haue despight Thinke Innocencie harme vertue dishonour Wound truth and ouerthrow the state of right Sexes haue vertues apart States haue there fashions The vertues of authority are passions But stay looke where our messenger returneth ACT. II. SCENA IIII Rossa Rosten Belyarby Nuntius Beliar. Rossa and Rosten while you stand debating The ioyes are fortunes of your priuate fortune Rossa Rosten make haste goe hence and carrie with thee My life my fame desire and my fortune You vgly Angels of infernall Kingdome You spirits resolute to dwell in darknesse You who haue vertuously maintain'd your being In equall power like riualls to the heauens If as they say who say it for reproch You are at hand to those that on you call Refusing none but such as doe refuse you Reuenge your selues of this false title vertue This vertue which hath sildome beene assailed By you but she hath still her seruants failed My shame my feare my loue I offer to you Let me raigne while I liue in my desires Or dead liue with you in eternall fires Rossa doing not praying merits heauen or hell Mischiefes doe rise and set themselues against thee Misfortune hath euen now conspired thy ruine Intreat no enemies for they forgiue not But humble thou thy selfe vnto the heauens I feare to tell I tremble to conceale it Thy blood euen with thy destiny is infected I would yet would I not I durst reueale it Fortune vnto the death is then displeased When remedies doe ruine her diseased Rost. Vse not these parables of coward feare Feare hurts lesse when it strikes then when it threatens If Mustapha shall liue all feare is fallen Danger lighted desire lost hope banisht If Mustapha shall die then feare from hope Losse from desire danger and paine are vanisht Bel. If Mustapha shall die his death miscarries Part of thy End thy Fame thy Friends thy Ioyes No man to hurt his foes his friends destroyes Ross. Friends who are they but those that serue desire My Gods my Friends my Father and my Mother Are but those steps that helpe me to aspire Duty and loue tooke knowledge of no other Let me and all the world with him be staine I will not wish to be aliue againe But tell what is the worst Bel Aske not in rage rage brings it selfe to woe Vnlesse the wings whereon it flies be slow Ross. I charge you tell me how I am fortune-bound That if I harme him I my selfe confound Bel. Camana must with him a traytor be Or Mustapha for her sake must be free Ross. O cruell Fates that doe in loue plant woe And in delight make our despaires to grow But speake what hath she done Bel. Vndone thy doing Discouered vnto Mustapha his danger Vertues sweete fame with loue of mercy wooing And great suspitions from these relicks grow That what she knowes both Sonne and Father know I that am yours durst not make you a stranger And yet was loth with duty to offend In childrens faults a mothers wisdome showes Loues perfect try all is in flame of anger Malice to Mustapha must be forgot That your belou'd Camena perish not Rossa Nay pale Auernus I doe so adore thee As I lament my wombe hath bin so barren To yeeld but one to offer vp before thee Who thinkes the daughter harme can mother stay From end whereon a mothers heart is set Knowes not wisedome wickednesse beget Boldnesse in malice dazels humane reason Camaena thy false blood shall doe me right Bel. Rossa is rage so mad as to imagine It masters heauen Ross. Is rage so mad As it will stay reuenge to hope for heauen Where ages are but houres Bel. Is wrath so cruell Are lawes of loue so soone forgotten Is mercy dead Ross. Would you haue wrath so foolish As it should stay vntill it be abused Is Nature vnder such fond lawes be gotten As Loue must giue it selfe to be abused Bel. Yet by the Loue of mothers to their children By all the paines of trauell with your children Punish but spare the life of faulty children Life may amend and well deceiue an other Death doth but cut off one to warne an other Ross. I doe protest before you spirits infernall That gouerne in your darknes vniform'd By all your plagues and miseries eternall By all your vgly shapes and soules transform'd Neither to haue bin made a heauenly Angell Honour'd aliue and after this life famous Would I loue of my children haue disclaymed But since by her my life is brought in question Since she is out of daughters duty gotten My mothers tender care shall be forgotten They still that haue good will to kill or perish And they do erre that others erruor cherish Camena then since thy desires would make Thy mothers harme examples of thy glory Since thou do'st leaue me for a brothers sake Since thy heart feeles not what makes others sorry Thy triumphe shall bee death thy glory shame For so die they that wrong a mothers name Thy treasures with thine owne arts are discarded I will do something not to be forgotten The giuers of examples are regarded CHORVS ACT. III. SCENA I. Achmatt alone Achmat. Who standing in the shade of humble valley Lookes vp and wondèrs at the height of hils When he with toyle of weary lims ascends And feeles his spirits melt with Phaebus glaies Or sinewes starke with AEolus bitter breathing Or thunder blasts which comming from the skie Do fall most heauy on the places high Then knowes though further seene and further seeing They multiply in woes that adde in glories Who weary is of natures quiet vallyes A meane estate with chast and poore desires Whose vertue longs for knees blisse for opinion Who iudgeth pleasure paradise in purple Let him seeme no gouernor of Castle No pitty princes choise whose weake dominions Make weake vnnoble councels to be currant But Basha vnto Solyman whose scepter Nay seruants haue dominion ouer Princes Vnder whose feet the foure forgotten Monarches The foote-stooles lie of his eternall glory Euen I thus raised this Solymans beloued Thus caried vp by fortune to be tempted Must for my Princes sake destroy succession Or suffer ruine to preserue succession O wretched state of ours wherein we liue Where doubt giues loues which nature can forgiue Where rage of Kings not onely ruine be But where
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