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A02227
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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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STC 12362; ESTC S103431
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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