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

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

starts and scratches his head Ha. aside 'T is this must take Does this plainness please you Sir King Haly thou know'st my nature too too apt To these suspitions but I hope the question Was never mov'd to thee Ha. In other Kindoms Sir King But has my Son no such design Ha. Alas You know I hate him and should I tell you He had you 'd say it was but malice King No more of that good Haly I know thou lov'st me But lest the care of future safety tempt thee To forfeit present loyalty or present loyalty Forfeit thy future safety I le be your reconciler call him hither Ha. Oh Sir I wish he were within my call or yours King Why where is he Ha. He has left the Court Sir King I like not these Excursions why so suddenly Ha. 'T is but a sally of youth yet some say he 's discontented King That grates my heart-strings What should discontent him Except the think I live too long Ha. Heaven forbid And yet I know no cause of his departure I 'me sure he 's honoured and lov'd by all The Souldiers god the Peoples Idol King I Haly The Persians still worship the rising sun But who went with him Ha. None but the Captains King The Captains I like not that Ha. Never fear it Sir 'T is true they love him but as their General not their Prince And though he be most forward and ambitious 'T is temper'd with so much humility King And so much the more dangerous There are some that use Humility to serve their pride and seem Humble upon their way to be the prouder At their wisht journeys end Ha. Sir I know not What ways or ends you mean 't is true In popular States or where the Princes Title Is weak must be propt by the peoples power There by familiar ways 't is necessary To win on mens affections But none of these Can be his end King But there 's another end For if his glories rise upon the ruines Of mine why not his greatness too Ha. True Sir Ambition is like love impatient Both of delays and rivals But Nature King But Empire Ha. I had almost forgot Sir he has A suit to your Majesty King What is 't Ha. To give the Turkish prisoners some command In the next action King Nay then 't is too apparent He fears my Subjects loyalty And now must call in strangers come deal plainly I know thou canst discover more Ha. I can discover Sir The depth of your great judgment in such dangers King What shall I do Haly Ha. Your wisdom is so great it were presumption for me to advise King Well we 'll consider more of that but for the present Let him with speed be sent for Mahomet I thank thee I have one faithful servant honest Haly. Exit King Enter Mirvan Mir. How did he take it Ha. Swallow'd it as greedily As parched earth drinks rain Now the first part of our design is over His ruine but the second our security Must now be thought on Mir. My Lord you are too sudden though his fury Determine rashly yet his colder fear Before it executes consults with reason And that not satisfied with shews or shadows Will ask to be convinc'd by something real Now must we frame some plot and then discover it Ha. Or intercept some Letter which our selves Had forg'd before Mir. And still admire the miracle And thank the providence Ha. Then we must draw in some body To be the publick Agent that may stand 'Twixt us and danger and the peoples envy Mir. Who fitter than the grand Caliph And he will set a grave religious face Upon the business Ha. But if we cannot work him For he 's so full of foolish scruples Or if he should prove false and then betray us Mir. Betray us sure my Lord your fear has blinded Your understanding for what serves the King Will not his threats work more than our perswasions While we look on and laugh and seem as ignorant As unconcern'd and thus appearing friends To either side on both may work our ends Enter Mess. Mess. My Lord the Turkish Bashaws Desire access Ha. Admit 'em I know their business Mir. They long to hear with what success The King in their behalf Ha. But now they 're come I 'le make 'em do you mov'd Better than I did theirs my business Mir. Leave us a while Ex. Mir. Enter two Bashaws Ha. My Lords my duty and affection to the Prince And the respects I owe to men of honour Extort a secret from me which yet I grieve to utter The Prince departing left to me the care Of your affairs which I as he commanded Have recommended to the King but with so unlookt for A success 1. Bas. My Lord fear not to speak our doom while we Fear not to hear it we were lost before And can be ready now to meet that fate We then expected Ha. Though he that brings unwelcom news Has but a losing Office yet he that shews Your danger first and then your way to safety May heal that wound he made You know the King With jealous eyes hath ever lookt awry On his Sons actions but the fame and glory Of the last war hath rais'd another spirit Envy and Jealousie are twin'd together Yet both lay hid in his dissembled smiles Like two concealed serpents till I unhappy I Moving this question trod upon them both And rouz'd their sleeping angers then casting from him His doubts and straight confirm'd in all his fears Decrees to you a speedy death to his own son A close restraint but what will follow I dare not think you by a sudden flight may find your safety 2 Bas. Sir Death and we are not such strangers That we should make dishonour or ingratitude The price of life it was the Princes gift And we but wear it for his sake and service Ha. Then for his sake and service Pray follow my advice though you have lost the favour Of your unworthy Master yet in the Provinces You lately governed you have those dependances And interests that you may raise a power To serve the Prince I le give him timely notice To stand upon his guard 1 Bas. My Lord we thank you But we must give the Prince intelligence Both when and how to imploy us Ha. If you will write Commit it to my care and secrecy To see it safe convey'd 2 Bas. We shall my Lord. Ex. Ha. These men were once the Princes foes and then Unwillingly they made him great but now Being his friends shall willingly undo him And which is more be still his friends What little Arts govern the world we need not An armed enemy or corrupted friend When service but misplac'd or love mistaken Performs the work nor is this all the use I 'le make of them when once they are in Arms Their Master shall be wrought to think these forces Rais'd against him and this shall so endear me To him that though dull