excesse Let no cost be forgot It makes men wonder though they honour not Musicke to fix the wandring spirits race And sweeten Enuies thoughts in vnity That sorrow and deuotion may haue place Remorse and pittie flow and multiply Lights of all kindes the light of day shut out For darknesse so enammeld is deuout Exit Priest Vnhappy state of Priesthood here below Who haue to doe with curious Atheisme With sinne in flesh and in the Church with schisme Our office is an holy mystery To teach Kings God and euery Subiect King How one obedience doth another bring But what boots truth to flesh or lawes to might Beleefe a wonder is Obedience woe And shall we Priests that vnder Princes liue Striue in our selues with vice abroad with might And like the hands which winnow rich mens gaine Grow poore in all but only woe and paine No No The eyes of Priests looke euer low To finde the key of power that is aboue When that is found all faults beneath we know But Maiesty hides faults as well as loue And though these rites of Princely funerall By lawes diuine should not prophaned be With lesse than with descents of Maiesty Yet Caine more Princely by thy Princes grace Shall be thy tombe than euer Princes was CHORVS TERTIVS A Dialogue of Good and Euill Spirits THe Good What is your scope vaine Ghosts would you o'rebuild the skie Were not mens Many tongues and minds their Babel-destinie Your beings discords are and what can they create But disproportion which is still the fairest marke of fate The Ill. Are you afrayd poore Soules Else why doe you descend To question or conferre with vs to whom you are no friends Who feare their owne Estates doe commonly first speake As they againe put goodnesse on who find their party weake We doe but what we did which is increase our might And as on earth so in the ayre cry downe your borrowed light The Good What can you winne of vs that must be as we were Whereas you exiles out of heauen can hope for nothing there The Ill. We that were as you are know well what you can be Where you that neuer were like vs what can you in vs see The Good That you haue first destroyed your selues and are ordain'd To scourge curse and corrupt that earth which you boast to haue gain'd The Ill. Why did not you defend that which was once your owne Betweene vs two the odds of worth by odds of power is knowne Besides Mappe clearly out your infinite extent Euen in the infancy of time when much was innocent Could this world then yeeld ought to enuie or desire Where pride of courage made men fall and basenesse rais'd them higher Where they that would be great to be so must be least And where to beare and suffer wrong was vertues natiue crest Mans skinne was then his silke the worlds wild fruit his food His wisdome poore simplicity his Trophies inward good No Maiesty for power nor glories for mans worth Nor any end but as the plants to bring each other forth Temples and vessells fit for outward sacrifice As they came in so go they out with that which you count Vice The Priesthood few and poore No Throne but open ayre For that which you call good allowes of nothing that is faire No Pyramis rais'd vp aboue the force of Thunder Nor Babel-walles by Greatnesse built for Littlenesse a wonder No Conquest testifying wit with courage mixt As wheeles whereon the world must runne and neuer can be fixt No Arts or Characters to read the great God in Nor stories of acts done for these all entred with the sinne A lasy calme wherein each foole a pilot is The glory of the skilfull shines where men may go amisse Till we came in there was no triall of your might And since we were in men your selues presume of little right Then cease to blast the earth with your abstracted dreames And striue no more to carry men against affections streames Nay rather tempt and proue if long life make them wise That must to haue their beauties seene put out all fleshly eyes Or when they be no more Eternall then to be Neglect the ioy and glorious vse of times felicity Cast out these thinne-weau'd lines and catch some little flyes The greater spirits which are ours feele not these nimble eyes In Alaham for instance plead your power or right Entise him from a mortall Crowne with your Crowne infinite Proue if he will forbeare vnnaturall Parricide To see who in the sea of humors shall the Scepter guide Trie if proud Hala will forget the death of Caine And reconcil'd in dutie with her owne Lord liue and raigne Moue Celica that spirit reputed for your owne To see if she to saue her life would haue her fame vnknowne Worke Zophi that poore soule though blinde to leaue his breath We only make things cheape or deare as Lords of life and death Lastly perswade the King to liue and saue his Crowne And all the world shall see we rayse and wee pull Princes downe So that your beings here are but a tincture cast Like crests vpon the Egypt Pharos to disguise not last Besides take from the world that which you reckon Sinne And she must be as at the first for euer to beginne A glorious spacious wombe fram'd to containe but one Since he that in it will be yours is sure to be alone Keepe therefore where you are descend not but ascend For vnderneath the Sun be sure no braue State is your friend The Good What haue you wonne by this but that curst vnder Sinne You make and marre throw downe and raise as euer to beginne Like Meteors in the ayre you blaze but to burne out And change your shapes like Phantom'd clouds to leaue weake eyes in doubt Not truth but truth-like grounds is that you worke vpon Varying in all but this that you can neuer long be one Then play here with your art false miracles deuise Deceiue and be deceiued still be foolish and seeme wise In peace erect your Thrones your delicacie spread The flowers of time corrupt soone spring and are as quickly dead Let warre which tempest-like all with it selfe o're-throwes Make of this diuerse world a stage for blood-enammeld showes Successiuely both these yet this fate follow will That all their glories be no more than change from ill to ill So as with peace or warre if you adorne one realme In both through other Climes againe you runne with barren streame Rest no where therefore but still wander as you doe And restlesse be they as you are that shall receiue you too Giue Alaham more scope to multiply his error With parents blood adorne his Throne more guilt still adds more terreur Let Hala's wicked heart for all ill births a wombe By violence of passion make for many vices roome Let ill example in to staine the Christian Nation The same excesse destroyes at last which first gaue reputation Conspire
in Hala sometimes breed remorse At least a doubt that euill hath no force Thou makest Caine in vndertaking slow Who must to serue thy turne like goodnesse show Those Scenes still tedious are those Acts too long Where thy vnresolute Images be strong For while you feare your true tormentor Shame I swallow all at once with honors name Then glory not since where thy links excell There we inlarge not but contract our hell Corrupt reason Peace you base Subalterns and striue no more That but the Carriers be of my rich store Perchance you thinke me th' obiect of you all And so no Furie but the Furies thrall Where I giue forme and stuffe to make you worse And so become your Lord and not your Nurse I breake the banks of dutie honor faith And subiect am to no power but to death Charge me I grant Delayes grow out of wit And are not all your false webs wrought by it To time I haue respect to person place I crosse my selfe to giue my owne acts grace I am Base to you all and so the chiefe Equall with truth where I finde good beleefe I beare the weight of feare the rage of lust With selfe-loue enuy malice left in trust I calme Mans windy pride distempered rage Giuing to each a shape for euery age Wrong I attire in purple robes of might That State may helpe it to be infinite And who is fitter here to rule you all Than I that giue you being by my fall Know therfore all you shadow-louing Spirits Who haue no being but in mans demerits That infinite desires and finite power At once can neuer all mankinde deuoure Though men be all ours and all we but one The vice yet cannot build or stand alone Be it mans weaknesse that doth interrupt Or some power else that cannot be corrupt Or be there what there may be else aboue Which may and will maintaine her owne by loue Yet haue we scope enough to marre this State And to the euer being what is late As men in your names image vglinesse To checke beloued childrens wantonnesse When they would haue them doe things or for beare And call you when they know you are not there So I enammell your deformity Making all your excesses like to me And that you may beleeue this to be true We are not like For what am I but you Euill Spirits Reason You marre our Mart by coueting Not to be equall with vs but our King For though you now like Romane Augurs be Who but your staffe haue no true mysterie Yet doe you striue to rule adde or diminish And idly so protract what we could finish Else how could Alaham or Hala stay So long from making to our ends a way Lusts open face this Age will easily beare And hope here currant is to all but feare Wrong needs no veile where times doe tyrannize And what but lacke of heart is then vnwise Age hath descri'd those toyes to be but name Which in the worlds youth did beare reall fame Iustice Religion Honour Humblenesse Shaddowes which not well mixt make beauty lesse They helpe to smother not inlarge our fire By putting painted maskes on mans desire And giue time to vnactiue Theorie Which rage it selfe would not doe were it free So that we Circe-like change men to beasts Which beasts turne men againe Too base a crest For vs that would quite banish doing well And so at once change heauen and earth to hell In which course who doth well obserue each part Shall finde mankinde to haue so strange a heart As being all ill yet no one ill serues To worke him to that mischiefe he deserues Feare hope desire loue courage being mixt So nicely in him as none can be fixt Which is our glorie as for euery state To haue a Tempter fitted and a fate A feare in Great men still to lose their might And in the meane ambition infinite Truth in the witty held but as a notion Honor the Old mans God the Youths promotion All which opposing powers yet doe agree To worke corruption in humanity Then on This time is ours What need we haste Since till time ends our raigne is sure to last Actus tertius Scena prima ALAHAM alone ALaham. I march aboue the wits and hearts of men Chance at my feet and power in my hand Now King indeed Obedience doth become Men that can strength by wisdome ouercome It honour was euen worthy more than Crownes To passe the Basshas in aduenturing They were possest I dispossest of all But liberty to liue or dye a thrall Truth was in vaine no peecing vp with might For me I saw I had too good a cause Counsell is slow each minute infinite When resolution to her ripenesse drawes I saw corruption was the way to rise And with that shot I pierc'd their tyrannies Their guard I did corrupt Base seruile spirits I knew lackt wit to see or heart to beare Temptation For desire is infinite In them that wanting honour cannot feare Triall is made The King I doe possesse My right is more why should my hope be lesse And am I King And doe my foes still liue Can wounded Greatnesse slumber in a Throne Or that be glory which I feele alone No No Let rigour speake which all men heare Life is the worke of Nature death of Kings Ruine it is that reputation brings My Guard is strong their first imployment is The murther of those men my father trusts Not all for that were cruelty not wit Some simple being some indifferent sp'rits Their ends and honours being but delights Others ambitious rash and violent No inward strength of nature or of grace Of present power the noblest instruments Transforme and vse wit vertue doth exceed For it is all or none as men haue need Only my care is how the Plot should proue Which for the Basshas now in ambush lies My wife hath art and rage which iointly moue Her head-strong spirits vnto cruelties But if her craft serue not to plucke them downe The sword wants not pretences for the Crowne My friends and Mates You vpon whom I lay My life and honour with this State in trust Be resolute For scruple doth betray Since all great works haue great examples must Take Assem Zeraphus and Velladoune Blood asketh blood with rauine they did spoyle The people first and now betray the Crowne Reuenge your parents Countrey-men and kin Blood here is iust true honor and no sinne The cancred Calchas scourge of Tyrannies Great master of deceipt Artisan of spoyle The spie of faults and spring of subsidies Naked deliuer him into the Sea To plague those faults it cannot wash away The rest to bonds who though they want no spite Their frailty yet for innocence shall stand All else exile Obey in euery thing They happy are that serue a rising King Actus tertius Scena secunda Caine Alaham CAine Plac'd in a Throne Guarded Ador'd and Crownd What meanes this change These signes of
against the truth you haue an easie foe For in the world all that are hers can neuer currant goe Vnder the next good shaddow your deform'd excesse Yet shall your masked arts and hornes your clouen feet expresse Wherby your beauties be so priz'd among your owne As they will blush for yours by name or nature to be knowne Againe take all the world if it one soule content Then freely let Mankinde beleeue you are omnipotent But if your Legions here doe in their glories raue Tormented while they liue on earth and much more in the graue If to be nothing be the best that could be fall Your subtile Orbes to reall beings then must needs be thrall And so proue to the good but like those showres of raine Which while they wet the husbandman yet multiply his gaine Actus quartus Scena prima King Celica KIng Celica thou only child whom I repent Not yet to haue begot thy worke is vaine Thou run'st against my Destinies intent Feare not my fall the steepe is fayrest plaine And error safest guide vnto his end Who nothing but mischance can haue to friend We parents are but Natures nursery When our succession springs then ripe to fall Priuation vnto age is naturall Age there is also in a Princes State Which is contempt growne of misgouernment Where loue of change begetteth Princes hate For hopes must wither or grow violent If fortune binde desires to one Estate Then marke Blinde as a Man Scorn'd as a King A Fathers kindnesse loath'd and desolate Life without ioy or light what can it bring But inward horrour vnto outward hate O safety thou art then a hatefull thing When childrens death assures the fathers State No Safe I am not though my sonne were slaine My frailty would beget such sonnes againe Besides if fatall be the heauens will Repining adds more force to destinie Whose iron wheeles stay not on fleshly wit But headlong runne downe steep Necessity And as in danger we doe catch at it That comes to helpe and vnaduisedly Oft doe our friends to our misfortune knit So with the harme of those who would vs good Is Destinie impossibly withstood Celica then cease importune me no more My sonne my age the state where things are now Require my death Who would consent to liue Where loue cannot reuenge nor truth forgiue Celica. Though feare see nothing but extremity Yet danger is no deep sea but a Ford Where they that yeeld can only drowned be In wrongs and wounds Sir you are to remisse To Thrones a passiue nature fatall is King Occasion to my sonne hath turn'd her face My inward wants all outward strengths betray And so make that impossible I may Celica. Yet liue Liue for the State King Whose ruines glasses are Wherin see errors of my selfe I must And hold my life of danger shame and care Celica. When feare propounds with losse men euer choose King Nothing is left me but my selfe to lose Celica. And is it nothing then to lose the State King Where chance is ripe there counsell comes too late Celica by all thou ow'st the Gods and me I doe coniure thee Leaue me to my chance What 's past was errors way the truth it is Wherein I wretch can only goe amisse If Nature saw no cause of suddaine ends She that but one way made to draw our breath Would not haue left so many doores to death Celica. Yet Sir if weaknesse be not such a sande As neither wrong nor counsell can manure Choose and resolue what death you will endure King This sword thy hands may offer vp my breath And plague my lifes remissenesse in my death Celica. Vnto that dutie if these hands be borne I must thinke God and Truth but names of scorne Againe this iustice were if life were lou'd Now meerly grace since death doth but forgiue A life to you which is a death to liue Paine must displease that satisfies offence King Chance hath left death no more to spoile but sense Celica. Then sword doe Iustice office thorough me I offer more than that he hates to thee King Ah! Stay thy hand My State no equall hath And much more matchlesse my strange vices be One kinde of death becomes not thee and me Kings plagues by chance or destinie should fall Headlong he perish must that ruines all Celica. No cliffe or rocke is so precipitate But downe it eyes can leade the blinde a way Without me liue or with me dye you may King Celica and wilt thou Alaham exceed His crueltie is death you torments vse He takes my Crowne you take my selfe from me A Prince of this falne Empire let me be Celica. Then be a King no Tyrant of thy selfe Be and be what you will what nature lent Is still in hers and not our gouernment King If disobedience and obedience both Still doe me hurt in what strange state am I But hold thy course It well becomes my blood To doe their parents mischiefe with their good Celica. Yet Sir harke to the poore oppressed teares The iust mens moane that suffer by your fall A Princes charge is to protect them all And shall it nothing be that I am yours The world without my heart within doth know I neuer had vnkinde vnreuerent powers If thus you yeeld to Alahams treacherie He ruines you 't is you Sir ruine me King Celica Call vp the dead awake the blinde Turne backe the time bid windes tell whence they come As vainly strength speakes to a broken minde Fly from me Celica hate all I doe Misfortunes haue in blood successions too Celica. Will you doe that which Alaham can not He hath no good you haue no ill but he This Marre-right yeelding's honors Tyranny King Haue I not done amisse Am I not ill That ruin'd haue a Kings authority And not one King alone since Princes all Feele part of those scornes wherby one doth fall Treason against me cannot treason be All lawes haue lost authority in me Celica. The lawes of power chain'd to mens humors be The good haue conscience the ill like instruments Are in the hands of wise authority Moued diuided vsed or layd downe Still with desire kept subiect to a Crowne Stirre vp all States all spirits hope and feare Wrong and reuenge are currant euery where King Put downe my sonne For that must be the way A fathers shame a Princes Tyrannie The Scepter euer shall misiudged be Celica. Let them feare rumor that doe worke amisse Blood torments death horrors of Cruelty Haue time and place Looke through these skinnes of feare Which still perswade the better side to beare And since thy sonne thus trayterously conspires Let him not prey on all thy race and thee Keepe ill example from posterity King Danger is come and must I now vnarme And let in hope to weaken resolution Passion be thou my Legacie and Will To thee I giue my life Crowne reputation My pompes to clouds and as forlorne with men My strength to women hoping this
eternity As apt to put in action as deuise Helpe me that haue to doe with Princes power To plucke downe King with Kings authority And make men slaues with show of liberty Free hope from euill lucke reuenge from feare Ruine and change adorne you euery where Actus Primus Scena secunda MAHOMET ALAHAM Mahomet MY Lord So oft alone pulls downe the heart To thoughts and courses far vnmeet for it Princes must show themselues in open sight Men ioy in them that doe in men delight Triumphs of common peace sacrifice thanks praise Prepared are To solemnize this vniuersall ioy Wherein your selfe the greatest part enioy Alaham. If change were currant in Eternity As here amongst vs in this mortall spheare Passion might hope for counterpassion there My brothers doome decreed was from aboue Truth varies not Gods pleasure constant is Time present shewes not all that is amisse Mahomet Ioy opens mindes and enuy shuts them in God by your brothers life adiournes our sinne Alah. When God speaks vnto men and they expound Truth easily scapes all threatned woes seeme light Misprision euer giues misfortune might For power is proud till it looke downe to feare Though only safe by euer looking there Besides if fates be past what meanes this starre Whose glorious taile threatens vnglorious dayes Feare vnto Kings and to the State a warre What meane these bloody showers These darkned rayes Of Sunne and Moone which still eclipsed are Are all signes chance For if the starres can worke These signes that threaten proue their bodies lurke What added is in honor to the Crowne Or what increase of Empire to the King That exiles are call'd home to put me downe Strange innouation some increase should bring Kings fondly else tempt God and trust to chance Where change and hazard nothing doe aduance Mahomet Your brothers fault was only Princes feare One ill example hurts to many were Alaham. Gods law it was wherby he was depriu'd My elder brothers right was but the law Change in Estates is like vnto a steepe Which but it selfe can nothing constant keepe Mahomet It is no chance to giue the elder place Alah. The wounds are new that present right deface Mah. The second borne are not borne to the Crowne Alah. Hope which our God sets vp dare man pull downe Mahomet Alaham Our Gods decree did not exile Thy brother It was heauenly mystery Which faction construed to impiety When I return'd I saw foundations layd In Princes faults for Basshas tyrannie Who keeping both the Princes heyres aliue The one exil'd the other enuious Would make each plague to other both to vs I wrought and ouercame the Princes hate Restor'd his sonne and in his sonne the State Alaham. And wast thou then call'd into grace by me To be the meane that I should ruin'd be No Mahomet That Labyrinth thy heart Artisan of craft great Empire of deceipt The plague of all inferiors and the bait In Princes frailty shall not drowne this State Sense and thy wrongs alike be generall A Princes power cannot protect them all When flattery giues scope to tyrannize Extremes then from extremities doe rise Mahomet The giddy head that sees with daz'led sight Imagines all the world to turne about And rage which to your selfe makes you seeme great Is lesse to me than if you did entreat Alaham. Who truth doe only but to hate it know They nothing feare but only to be good Vnthankfulnesse is euer valiant so Mahomet To them God thanklesse seemes not thanklesse is That sacrifice for leaue to doe amisse If wrongfully you had not banish'd me To whom could my returne thank-worthy be Alaham. Our gods seem'd wroth and fame spake strangely ill That sure my Wife did worse than dote of thee This was dishonor wrong and losse to me Yet I distract with good beleefe and feare Detest her could not loue forbade it me Loue her I did not for mistrust was there While I suspected her I hated thee At length 't is true I got thee banished If not reuenge at least security Till humorous Time that blots to print againe Shew'd me in Hala's thoughts Caine Bassha's name I call'd thee home and though I scorne still beare By fame who when she lies recanteth not Yet I forgaue the shame and pardoned feare Brought thee good lucke where good turnes are forgot And is it a returne of that you owe For you to worke your Patrones ouerthrow Mahomet Alaham Put off this fruitlesse peeuishnesse Of expectation lost in ill desires For you in witnesse of my thankfull heart The Gouernment of old Ormus I got And by possession mans hope loseth not Alaham Besides iudge both your thoughts and State Kings children are no Kings Authority Goes not by blood she sets another rate Vse is her kinne Grace her affinity Then looke not on desires earnestnesse Impossible is easie there wishes effect The future great the present euer lesse Comparison still carying vp the eye To make all that we haue but miserie Care bought with blood and feare with treacherie Danger with wrong and shame with venturing Vncertaine hopes and certaine misery The fortunes be of haste to be a King Alaham. O God! what 's this Mine inward spirits shake Senses doe leaue their worke thoughts are confus'd Horror and glory now possession take New visions to my darknesse are infus'd Like Delpho's mayd I find a mightie worke My heart with more than it selfe doth resolue What I thinke speake or doe is not mine owne I feele what made me wish my brothers fall And finde what mischiefe gets it goes withall His safety now I see my safety is And honor you that haue procured this Mahomet A blessed worke if it be wrought within Alaham. It is no worke it is a heauenly blisse Which perfect be as soone as they beginne Spite thou Impostume of aspiring hearts Whose nature is that if the bagge remaine The wicked humors straight will fill againe I will lay open thee and all thy arts It is no shame to say we were amisse Since man doth take his name of that he is Thy life is sought Nay more thy death is sworne Mahomet By whom Alah. By them that hate because they loue And eithers kindnesse doe in mischiefe proue Mahomet What is my fault Alah. That thou of fault are free Mahomet What his reward Alah. Their loue that malice thee Mahomet Where lies my hope Alah. To kill or to be kill'd Mahomet A wicked choice where mischiefe is the best Is their delight in shedding guiltlesse blood Alaham. What moues the wicked else to hate the good Mahomet Who be the men Alah. I to my selfe am free But faith forbids to tell what others be Mahomet Disperse these clouds Secrecy is euils friend Neutrality hath neuer noble end Tell me their names that I my foes may know And you with honor from ill friendship goe Alaham. I witnesse take of these light-bearing starres Wherein the doomes are laid of mans desires No lacke of hope or power to conceale
I seeke reuenge thou preachest pietie Caine. More easie motions gentle hearts receiue His fault was great yet you may haue redresse In State and honor without such excesse Hala. Excesse the reason is and meane of loue And in the same excesse is malice ioy'd I would be safe and yet haue him destroy'd Caine. If leaue or left the fate of kindnesse be By his example what becomes of me Hala. If blinde to all but to it selfe be loue Whence doe your vowes or whence this question moue Since the true state of true affection is Wonder at others worth Faith without hire Vnwearied Paine vnrecompens'd Desire Caine. Great hearts thus giuen away in prison are Their strength their bands and good beleefe their smart Loue neuer seuers reason from the heart Nala. My shame againe then unto me impart Restore my faith and I doe render thee Those faithlesse vowes which thou hast made to me For since I see the spungie hearts of men Their hollowes gladly fill with womens loue And nothing yeeld to them vncrusht againe What nature workes 't is folly to complaine Mahomet that wretch hath done me iniurie He left my loue and he my life hath sought Caine Line at ease fame is an idle breath My body is enough 'twixt thee and death Caine. Distract I am my reason like a cloud Before a winters storme rides here and there Like reedes my thoughts are straight and crooked too With diuers breaths which diuers passions blow Against the streame of truth must loue still goe Resolv'd I am that Mahomet shall die Hala. Shame spake this word danger appeares not yet Time like a med'cine will asswage this paine And feare perchance bring backe good will againe Caine. It is not I that liue in me but you Whose will hath fashion'd all my thoughts anew Hala. Then on When thoughts vnite all care is ceas'd The heart vnfetter'd and the hope increas'd Out of his death I see occasion borne To greater power than needs to couer scorne For he the Iustice rules you rule the Warre His death diuided powers will vnite And in a broken course where dangers be Only the Crowne can put off miserie Caine. Farre be it off our hopes should be so vaine Our secret loue already tempteth God To warre him more with infidelity Would hasten vengeance and make sharpe his rod Hala. God made strict lawes for vertues exercise An idle word a wish transgresseth them Yet in a Throne remorse hath glorious eyes Alaham doth vndermine the present State When he corrupted hath the peoples faith Thou hast the sword authority makes way Her hand is next when Crownes become a prey Caine. We God and man will first trie with the death Of Mahomet If that doe passe for good Hope easily makes occasion vnderstood Hala. The end agree'd the meane is yet in doubt Caine. By sword Hala. That will be easie to descrie Danger to misse and hard to doe without Caine. By poyson then wherof though doubts may grow What one alone may doe is hard to know Hala. It often failes For instruments are base Slaues haue too slauish hearts a Basshas name Is like a superstitious hallowed place Men must be forc'd or wise that force the same Caine. By these two hands that will not faile their heart It shall be wrought If poyson misse the sword shall compasse it When chances often scape at last they hit Hala. Fortune and Loue Both Gods of humane might You like aduenture see it rightly plac'd You liue in kindnesse see it not disgrac'd Exit Caine. What I haue vow'd both God and Nature hate My heart misgiues my soule doth prophecie That euill thoughts procure an euill fate But ah my loue I gaue and it gaue me The choice is past Thoughts now must thinke to doe Not what I freely am but forc'd vnto Actus secundus Scena quarta Mahomet Caine MAhomet Who euer haue obseru'd the worke of spirits May see how easily men slide downe to ill The world hath strange examples false delights Which make our senses nets to catch our will Who then with men for euery fault falls out Must hate himselfe and all the world about Behold the man I speake of doth appeare Retire aside stand close marke what succeeds His owne destruction or else mine he breeds Caine what is it that thus your minde distracts Counsells of honour alter not the face Hearts only thinke with paine of doubtfull acts Caine. In care they liue that must for many care And such the best and greatest euer are Mah. They purchase care vnto themselues that know The weight of care and yet will it imbrace If care be grieuous why vsurpe you so Caine. I liue but to obey the Princes will Mahomet That is to cherish Prince in their ill For they must flatter good and euill too That vnder Princes all alone will doe Caine. As sweetest vapors couet to the skie So faith and dutie after Princes runne Ill nature neuer can indure a Sunne Mahomet Flatterie so like in all to dutie showes But finelier drest in diligence and care As Kings best plea'sd that most deceiued are Caine. Harsh spirit hates them that do not hate with it Miscensures all the world to seeme seuere Bindes honestie and truth to haue no wit These ill-fac'd vertues not of nature be But peeuishnesse true honors enemie Mahomet A iust seuere and vniuersall care Of people shorne by Princes fauorites To spies of Tyrannie vnpleasing is Which euer like ambitious Adamants So fast from people draw to Princes States As in the end they must draw vp their hares Caine then take heed of your selfe-seeking plot Engrossing offices aspiring all For it offends euen those it toucheth not Nor is it only this that hazards you Ill neuer goes alone if fame say true Caine. Is fame to censure vs that liue aboue And must sell iustice if we purchase loue Mahomet Fame is the peoples voyce to tell their griefe Appealing from inferiors to the chiefe If falsely you and Hala fame abuse Infamie for nothing men vnwisely chuse If fame speake truth which you would not haue knowne Grieue to deserue but not to beare your owne Caine. What doe I that the world can well reproue Mahomet Vniustly suffer or vniustly loue Caine. Suffer I doe for infamie is there Where either malice enuie is or feare Loue I confesse I doe And what is it But natures taxe layd vpon good intent For right and honor vnto excellent Mahomet Reason must iudge of loue not loue of it Else shall loue ground of euery mischiefe be For murther theft adultery and spite Are but loue of reuenge and others right Ah Caine my heart is rackt with inward griefe Iustice hath partie there and so hath loue They both haue wounds and yet they both haue life The one suppressing what the other moues I will speake plaine Hala thou do'st abuse And stayn'st the Princes line with seruile lust Wherin proud courage match'd with guiltinesse Adds wrong to wrong and
to or'e-build complaint Affects that greatnesse which makes faults seeme lesse Caine weigh thy course Ambitions gilded spheres Are like to painted hells which please the eyes Euen while they shew the heart where horror lies Her gilded Throne built on the ruine is Of Fame of true Religion and of Law The labor 's great that all the world must draw The second place which with this King you hold Yeelds feare vnfearfull greatnesse well secur'd Who stand or fall with Kings stand well assur'd Where men that wrongfully aspire a Crowne While they looke vpward euer tumble downe Besides thy bloudy plots discouer'd be To worke my death did not the Powers aboue Restraine both ill mens malice and their loue Caine. Let this beare witnesse No false prophets know The time or manner of their ouerthrow Mahomet Nay let thy life in his power thou wouldst kill Proue God giues seldome good successe to ill Behold Euen Natures iust accusing spies Now make thy face blush forth thy guiltinesse Remorse begets strange contrarieties Confusions warre of good and ill I see At once contending for the victorie But Caine hold fast these sparks they be of truth These smokes will passe and light appeare againe Shame past is honor Error is vertues booke Where knowledge doth aboue temptation looke Caine. What vgly musicke inward discords make Thoughts layd asleepe of long doe now appeare Euen halfe my power coniures me for his sake What 's this Me thinkes I feele my shame grow deare Hate of my selfe and desolation breed Where ioy and pleasure I was wont to feed Mahomet Who lose their euils lose their owne despaire Out of which losse new hopes of honor rise To show the world desire with better eyes Caine. What can I hope My fruit of better wit Is but to know I sayl'd for lacke of it Shame is in that I leaue and that I doe The fault is only mine and onely I A sacrifice vnto you all will die Mahomet Fauour thy selfe Passions are desperate And tempt with vncouth woe as well as ioy It euill is that glories to destroy Her and her counsells kill and I agree For she is foe alike to thee and me Caine. That is destroy my selfe and I consent For all any thoughts to thee were euill bent Mahomet Caine credit not those visions of the ill Faults are in flesh as motes be in the Sunne Where light doth shew each little thing amisse Presumption and despaire liue opposite As times false glasses wherein frailties see Their faults too great or else too little be But iudge the man from whom these motions grow Alaham ambitious is light violent His end but to surprise his fathers state Vnto which end no lets there are but we Who wonne remou'd or ruined must be He first tried me with riuall iealousie Shewing me hope and honour in the start Besides reuenge by thy death offering me Of our diuided powers an vnitie But I stood firme While he no whit dismay'd Tempts thee more strongly whom he hateth more Resolu'd who euer kills shall killed be So much the faithlesse ioy in cruelty Caine. Mischiefe o'reflowes my thoughts like a sea Deuoures the dewes the raine the snow the springs And all their sweetnesse to his saltnesse brings How should I ground a faith that faithlesse know My selfe to be Or why should he mistrust On whom the worst that can befall is iust Mahomet Who liue distrusting yet haue time to friend But who mistrusting die make haste to goe To that infernall Monarchie of feare Where worse things come to passe than doubted were Caine. Mahomet Thou hast o'recome I yeeld by thee To hold my life as sentence of my fall Thy worths example no life naturall Yet grant me thus-much more to keepe thee close Till I thy death to Alaham impart Conceit it selfe doth ease a broken heart Mahomet Grant me againe while secretly I liue You guard your selfe from Alahams treacherie Lest you haue harme he ioy I infamie Exit Caine. Behold my state bound to my enemies Of friends in doubt To me euen good and ill The one despayre the other cowardize Hala I loue O word beyond the right On which is built that false thought Libertie Which makes great hearts in greatest ills delight I sought her loue through all the arts of lust Where will is faith and honour Tyrannie Mischiefe affections proofe and shame her trust Hard backe from ill the way to goodnesse is By scorne remorse patience and broken heart Impossible to them that doe amisse Then on walke in this path of death or shame Alaham is false or Mahomet or I Resolu'd I am that one of vs shall die CHORVS SECVNDVS Of Furies Malice Crafte Pride Corrupt reason Euill Spirit MAlice Whence growes this fatall stay of our progression Who haue no friends are deafe to intercession What can withstand our power Our ends are euill And so need feare no let from any Diuell Craft We diuerse are in works though not in ends And thereby euery Furie findes some friends Besides we ouer-act and therein foyle The ruine of Mankinde wherein we toyle Malice Giue me one instance wherein doe we fayle Craft In that we mankind vnto fame entayle Malice That breakes Religions bounds and makes him ours By forming his God out of his owne powers For if by Conscience he did leaue or take On that smooth face we could no wrinckle make Craft Yet fame keepes outward order and supports For shame and honour are strong humane forts Whereas Confusion is an engine fit For vs at once to swallow man with it Malice Nay Craft it is thy faint hypocrisie That mankinde is so long protected by Thy often changes many times appease Those Furies which would else destroy at ease Craft Fye Malice It is you that vs deceiue Who but with violence only can bereaue For which you finde not many natures fit And so adde little to our Throne by it Where I passe thorough all the orbes of vice And forme in each mould Natures preiudice The Christian Church from me is not exempt Lawes haue by me both honour and contempt By me the Warre vpholds her reputation And lust which leaues no certaine generation Enuy that hates all difference of degree And selfe-loue which hath no affinity Euen you without me cannot prosper well I am the mould and Maiesty of hell Pride Craft peace thou cuttest euery threed so thin As it destroyes thy works ere they beginne Thy cobwebs like th' Astrologers thinne line Fit for discourse for vse are ouer-fine Thy state is nothing else but change and feare Weeds that no fruit but fading blossomes beare Cloth'd with pied colours of hypocrisie Which like to all is yet can nothing be In you no soule findes stayres to rise withall Descent to craft change feare being naturall When I propound in grosse you minutes play Which is the cause our Tragicke works thus stay My wheeles goe on at once thine restlesse pause Of little works with much adoe the cause You euen
Maiestie Goodnesse gets not so soone a great Estate Mischiefe's foule way to Soueraignity This secret haste is sure all is imbound What shall I do Hold on the course I meant Why not The death of Mahomet will still content Thy will is done and Mahomet is slaine Alaham. My minde misgaue it selfe my thoughts did feare Yet knew I they of nothing guilty were By fate or malice is the Bassha slaine Caine. By fate I thinke for Iustice fatall is As Gods bequest to them that doe amisse Alaham. By suddaine death by thunder lightning fire Or by what other anger of the skie I pray thee shew how Mahomet did die Caine. By these hands that owe seruice to the State And by his blood haue made it fortunate Alaham. What execration did he dying vse Against this violence of broken faith Which wounds good soules more than the bodies death Caine. In falling downe these only words he spake Helpe people helpe My death your bondage brings Behold these wounds receiue I for your sake Reward of them that friend you vnder Kings Vile Caine that like the Axe do'st goe about To cut thy selfe an helue to weare thee out Alaham. Most wicked act Could neither faith nor law Reuerence of State remorse of doing ill The paines of iustice nor the hopes withdraw Thy raging hand And do'st thou thinke the world can suffer this That thou should'st glory to haue done amisse Caine. Is thy desire growne wanton in her ioy Or do'st thou seeme to say thy wishes nay More kindly in the end with them to play Alaham. By fires of hell which burne and haue no light By those foule spirits which ill men only see I sweare thy death shall Mahomets requite Caine. Vnto the world although I guilty be I did thy will let me be cleare to thee Alaham. In vaine I should command his death by sleights That placed am vpon the fathers seat Where power can easlier doe things than intreat Caine. The State of Kings is large yet lacks in this That easie each thing but not lawfull is Besides you then a second brother were Nor knew I when this plot we did deuise You should see clearer by your fathers eyes Alaham. Rumor complaints and scornfull thoughts of power Are wayes of priuate hearts that from below Misiudge those higher powers they doe not know But now borne vp into a Princes Throne Beneath I see that world of discontent Where error teacheth vse of punishment Away with him Entreatie is in vaine Thy death to him is due whom thou hast slaine Caine. Ah fearefull friendships with superior powers Whose two parts they themselues and their Estates Diuide or ioyne like nets and be the snare Where loue and feare to power entrapped are Alaham aduow thy deed To constant wickednesse men honour beare Where truth it selfe hath iniurie by feare Alaham. I say Let him be slaine His fault is this That Mahomet most trayterously he slew Caine. Stay Sir I say that he still liuing is And my confession of my selfe vntrue Alaham. Traytor vnto thy selfe and false to me What riddles of contempt and wickednesse Are these which of thy selfe confessed be If Mahomet be dead then shalt thou die For murther of thy friend deserues no lesse If Mahomet do liue yet shalt thou die For if no murther scorne thou do'st confesse Away with him Actus tertius Scena tertia Hala Alaham HAla. What tumult 's this my Lord Alah. The play of Chance Which without mischiefe nothing can aduance Hala. Yet good Sir tell me what this tumult is Alaham. The fall of him whose heart hath done amisse Hala. His name and crime sweet Lord I long to know Alaham. Report of mischiefe doth infect the heart And wisdome bids they should in silence goe For nature feeleth euery bodies smart Hala. Women belike are still in infancy That must not feare or prouocation see The glasse of horror is not fact but feare Opinion is a Tyrant euery where Alaham. If I shall tell you what you long to know What boots it If you thinke it is not so Hala. What leades your reason leades my reason too That all your words conceiue in kindnesse doe Alaham. The man that was and is not now is he That neuer was the man he seem'd to be Caine What need more to shew with him are dead His fault and our goodwills to him mislead Hala. What heare I now O false and weake estate Of good beleefe Wherin shall peace be found Since Gods be not and mankinde made to hate Caine dead Euen Caine whom now we loued best In instants both growne wicked and opprest Caine slaine by you Hath Caine deserued this O God! Like strange his crime and killing is Perchance not dead my Lord how was he slaine Alaham. By sword Hala. Wounds let forth spirits yet liue againe Alaham. Nay dead he is These eyes did see his breath Beare all his spirits into the world of death Hala. Necessity that from infernall night Fatally linked art vnto the skies Beare thee we cannot yet we beare thee must Now hopes appeare euen now my heart resolues Reuenge and silence is the way to it Did he confesse his fault What spake he last Alaham. Ah Mahomet whose hopes were on me plac'd Hala. Hasty beleefe my Lord hath hasty deeds And with their wounds oft truth and wisdome bleeds Alaham. When wickednesse is ripe a minute showes What chance the dice of Innocency throwes Hala. Pardon me Lord Good thoughts doe liue aboue In highest region of vnfeined loue Doubt and reuenge Nature hath plac'd below Meaning the space should make the passage slow Alaham. God meaning we should rule and you obey Gaue men cleare sight and women good affection In vs not in your selues lies your election Hala. My Lord 'T is true Our frayle and weake Estate Doth labor in excesse A womans heart Still in the feuer is of loue or hate Hardly the loue which I did be are to Caine Could thinke he err'd much lesse approue him slaine But now his falls approu'd by heauenly doome Our losse in him foretells our gaine to come Then Sir Take care his death be not in vaine Your sillie Sire is blinde if he were dead This reeling State by you might stand againe True ioy is onely hope put out of seare And honour hideth error euery where A forme the world expects in worldly things Caine was a man a Bassha and our friend Sepulture as a man honor to his estate Teares doe become a guilty friendships end Excesse of honour done to them that die Makes liuing men see our humanity Besides thought-feeding rumor forth will goe And occupie vnquiet peoples spirits While in this pile for Caine you may bestow Their blinded weaknesse which with-hold your right People doe power not persons apprehend Strength showes like truth Mankinde loues policie Defended Kings but not reuenged be Alaham. Enuy will rise and both wayes fall on vs Either as hauing slaine an innocent Or highly err'd by burying treason thus In penall
iustice silence best contents Hala. Rumor must needs be borne of doing mindes Enuy is but the smoke of low estate Ascending still against the fortunate Alaham. I feare the cariage it hath many parts And Hazards courses may finde ouerthwarts Hala. My shame is equally engag'd with yours Intents ill carried are that men may know When things are done let rumor freely goe Alaham. Great works doe oft yeeld grieuous accidents Which stirre vp peoples rage beyond intents Hala. People are superstitious caught with showes To power why doe they else their freedome giue But that in others pompe these shadowes liue Alaham. O blessed yoke that vnder reason drawes The pleasant load of well-vnited loue Thy counsell as mine owne I doe approue Hala. Then send the Priest To me bequeath the rest For superstition hides ill meaning best Actus Tertius Scena Quarta Hala Nutrix HAla. And is he gone Rage then vnprisoned be I like thee well While Alaham was there Thou then didst vse thy violence on me Now prey abroad swell aboue all respect Feare nothing if notorious thou wilt raigne Thy glories shine when euery one complaine What now A child And do'st thou idly walke The beaten pathes of common cruelty A iudge and no reuenger then am I If thou no more than his offences be While Caine did liue thou thought'st of more than this Shall death desire hope fame and fortunes lost Such fading Trophies haue Can thankfulnesse abound And shall offense Not feele Reuenge hath her magnificence Rage now thou art aboue the Orbe of doubt Where danger dangerlesse appeares to thee Diuine I pray thee what shall fall to me Must I be slaine Nutrix Monstrous I know this womans nature is The worst she still her selfe she now exceeds That dares scarce trust her selfe with that she breeds Hala. Well! now I feele thee rise when I admire When hills haue clouds let all the vallies feare Scorn'st thou to make examples out of him Hast thou found out his children They are mine Proud horrour Do'st thou chuse the innocent False conqueror of nature do'st thou moue A womans spite to spoyle a mothers loue Rage shall we striue which shall giue other place Nutrix Hala suppresse you need not kindle Rage Hala. Well! On So that like ruine I may fall And ruine him take children me and all Nutrix Hala distract haue senses lost their vse Hala. Is there a third that traffiketh abuse Nutrix I bring you pietie dutie reason loue Water to quench these flames that passions moue Hala. Throw on enough No Sea can quench this flame And then what cannot quench doth but inflame Nutrix For whom doe you this sumptuous storme prepare Hala. For whom are wiues estates inioyn'd to care Nutrix Is malice currant where respect is due Hala. Power doth what likes in her inferiors moue As we are sess'd so pay we hate or loue Nutrix What fault in him mou'd these effects in you Hala. Thoughts are too strict much lesse can words containe The venome of his malice is too deepe For any power but Reuenge to keepe Nutrix Then Rage is lost For there is nought in man That equall paine with such offenses can Hala. Be that the gage Mans senses barren were If they could apprehend but what they feele Ills doe with place like Numbers multiply The liuing dead malice affection feare My wombe and I doe his affliction beare Nutrix Will you destroy your owne Hala. My owne are his Nutrix Infamous act Hala. Rage doth but now begin Nutrix Canst thou doe worse Hala. Else to my selfe I sinne Life is too short horrour exceeds not faith That cannot plague offences after death Nutrix Ah! Calme this storme these vgly torrents shunne Of Rage which drowne thy selfe and all besides Hala. Furies no more irregularly runne But arted Teach confusion to diuide Nutrix If kinde be disinherited in thee Yet haue compassion of this Orphane State Hala. That is the worke which men shall wonder at For while his ruin'd are yet mine shall raigne His heires but yet true issue vnto Caine Nutrix These works on Princes ruines must be built Hala. For my reuenge no baser blood is spilt Nutrix What force can Princes forces ouer-beare Hala. That force which makes their pride it cannot feare Nutrix How enters malice where there is mistrust Hala. With tribute into State to Kings with lust Nutrix What way to these Hala. Prosperity successe Nutrix These adde more power Hala. So much suspect the lesse Nutrix What can you adde Hala. Presents obedience praise They need not knocke to enter in that please Nutrix Flatteries are plaine Hala. To Kings that see their ill Nut. Kings iealous are Hala. Of truth not of their will Nutrix Vsurpers feare Hala. Worth not humilitie Kings errors are our Agents in their hearts Their priuate passions wound their publike States Time hath her arguments and place her Arts This day he doth consummate all his ioy Glory now at the Full is not suspitious And what addes to his pompe shall him destroy A Crowne and Mantle of most curious worke I haue prepar'd euen with Egyptian skill And poyson him in pleasing him I will Nutrix My spirits fayle Hala. Till Alahams ills doe tremble Horrour is faint Rage doth but Rage resemble Depart keep secret and be not dismayd Vnperfect works cannot their glories show This goodly World did from a Chaos grow Exit Nutrix Now Caine For whose reuenge I only liue Inspire thy ghost to multiply in me More sense to make my senses more enrag'd More loue to make loues losses more in thee Double my wit beyond my strength engag'd Open all lights of possibility Let griefe which yet keepes companie with death Breake forth and poyson all things with her breath Actus tertius Scena quinta Priest Hala PRiest Madame whom men obey and God doth heare What zeale remorse or charity doth moue Your heart The King leaues all things to your loue Hala. Caine who of late did liue to both vs deare 'T is true did fayle and for his fault is slaine Our hearts are eas'd as hauing lost their feare The rites of humane duties yet remaine A Kings belou'd he was sometimes our friend Which must appeare in honour of his end Such royall Piles as for the Princely race Are made a sacrifice vnto the skie In honor of that God which gaue them place Such sumptuous Piles make But more cost bestow Because both iust Reuenge and Loue they show Summon the Mufti and Soothsayers all The Persian Magi Christian Starre-Diuines The first to sing alike his faith and fall The last to tell how higher power inclines In short Reuenge and Loue shine in those fires Powre on all pompe that magnifies desires As if at once by crosse mortality The Prince and Princely line were dead in one Let mourning and deuotion to the skie Be offred vp in pompe and publike mone Magnificence is Princely mystery All great Estates by great expence are knowne Prepare
and multiplies the spirits Care and desire doe vnder anguish cease Doubt curious is affecting piety Woe loues it selfe feare from it selfe would flie Doe not these trembling motions witnesse beare That all these protestations be of feare Celica. If ought be quicke in me moue it with scorne Nothing can come amisse to thoughts forlorne Alah. Confesse in time Reuenge is mercilesse Celica. Reward and paine feare and desire too Are vaine in things impossible to doe Alah. Tell yet where thou thy Father last didst see Celica. Euen where he by his losse of eyes hath wonne That he no more shall see his monstrous Sonne First in perpetuall night thou mad'st him goe His flesh the graue his life the stage where sense Playes all the Tragedies of paine and woe And wouldst thou trayterosly thy selfe exceed By seeking thus to make his Ghost to bleed Alah. Beare her away deuise adde to the racke Torments that both call death and turne it backe Celica. The flattering glasse of Power is others paine Perfect thy worke that heauen and hell may know To worse I cannot going from thee goe Eternall life that euer liu'st aboue If sense there be with thee of hate or loue Reuenge my King and Fathers ouerthrow O Father if that name reach vp so high And be more than a proper word of Art To teach respects in our humanity Accept these paines wherof you feele no smart Actus quartus Scena Quarta King Alaham KIng What sound is this of Celica's distresse Alaham wrong not a silly sisters faith 'T is plague enough that she is innocent My child thy sister borne by thee and me With shame and sinne to haue affinity Breake me I am the prison of thy thought Crownes deare enough with fathers blood are bought Alah. Now feele thou shalt thou ghost vnnaturall Those wounds which thou to my heart then didst giue When in despite of God this State and me Thou did'st from death mine elder brother free The smart of Kings oppression doth not die Time rusteth malice rust wounds cruelly King Flatter thy wickednesse adorne thy rage To weare a Crowne teare vp thy Fathers age Kill not thy sister It is lacke of wit To doe an ill that brings no good with it Alah. Goe lead them hence Prepare the funerall Hasten the sacrifice and pompe of woe Where she did hide him thither let them goe King O God! who mad'st those lawes which this Wretch breaks Let parents blood this curse vpon him bring That he who of a child breakes all respect May in his children finde the same neglect CHORVS QVARTVS of People LIke as strong windes doe worke vpon the Sea Stirring and tossing waues to warre each other So Princes doe with Peoples humors play As if Confusion were the Scepters mother But Crownes take heed when humble things mount high The windes oft calme before those billowes lie When we are all wrong'd had we all one minde Whom could you punish what could you reserue Againe as hope and feare distract mankinde Knew Kings their strength our freedome were to serue But Fate doth to her selfe reserue both these With each to punish other when it please Grant that we be the stuffe for Princes art By and on it to build their Thrones aboue vs Yet if Kings be the head we be the heart And know we loue no soule that doth not loue vs Mens many passions iudge the worst at length And they that doe so easily know their strength With bruit and rumor as with hope and feare You lay vs low or lift vs from our earth You trie what nature what our States can beare By law you bind the liberties of birth Making the People bellowes vnto Fame Which vshers heauy doomes with euill name Kings gouerne People ouer-racke them not Fleece vs but doe not clippe vs to the quicke Thinke not with good and ill to write and blot The good doth vanish where the ill doth sticke Hope not with trifles to grow popular Wounds that are heal'd for euer leaue a scarre To offer People showes makes vs too great Princes descend not keep your selues aboue The Sunne drawes not our browes vp but our sweat Your safest racke to winde vs vp is Loue To maske your vice in pompes is vainly done Motes lie not hidden in beames of a Sunne The stampe of Soueraignty makes currant Home brasse to buy or sell as well as gold Yet marke the Peoples standard is the warrant What man ought not to doe and what he should Of words we are the Grammar and of deeds The haruest both is ours and eke the seeds We are the glasse of Power and doe reflect That Image backe which it to vs presents If Princes flatter straight we doe neglect If they be fine we see yet seeme content Nor can the Throne which Monarchs doe liue in Shaddow Kings faults or sanctifye their sinne Make not the Church to vs an instrument Of bondage to your selues of libertie Obedience there confirmes your Gouernment Our Soueraignes Gods Subalternes you be Else while Kings fashion God in humane light Men see and skorne what is not Infinite Make not the end of Iustice Checquer-gaine It is the Liberality of Kings Oppression and Extortion euer raigne When Lawes looke more on Scepters than on things Make crooked that line which you measure by And marre the fashion straight of Monarchie Why doe you then prophane your Royall line Which we hold sacred and dare not approach Their wounds and wrongs proue you are not diuine And we learne by example to encroch Your Fathers losse of eyes foretells his end By craft which lets downe Princes we ascend How shall the People hope how stay their feare When old foundations daily are made new Vncertaine is a heauy loade to beare What is not constant sure was neuer true Excesse in one makes all indefinite Where nothing is our owne there what delight Kings then take heed Men are the bookes of fate Wherein your vices deep engrauen lye To shew our God the griefe of euery State And though great bodies do not straightwaies die Yet know Your errors haue this proper doome Euen in our ruine to prepare your tombe Actus Quintus Scena Prima Alaham alone ALaham. Chance now congratulates This is indeed A Princely worke and fashions nature new To sacrifice the liuing to the dead And with reuenge be to a Kingdome led My father brother sister and my King All slaine for me Obedience Duty Loue Your followers to such height when do you bring Now Hala's Present this Triumphant Robe Shewes all Estates things reall humors lawes Yea Wiues themselues owe homage vnto might Iustice in Kings cannot be definite Hala who stroue by strength of wit and passion To change inforce deceiue or vndermine Me as a Man yet to a Princes place Humbles her pride and striues to purchase grace When I ordain'd this maske and first decreed A specious death for Prince and Parent too I felt once tendernesse that euill weed Which some call