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The sophy.
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Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.
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minister Suspition or dislike but sure they 're conscious Of some intended mischiefe and are fled To put it into act King This still confirmes me more But let 'em be pursu'd let all the passages Be well secur'd that no intelligence May passe betweene the Prince and them Ha. It shall be done Sir King Is the Caliph prepar'd Ha. Hee 's without Sir And waytes your pleasure King Call him Enter Haly and Caliph King I have a great designe to act in which The greatest part is thine In briefe 't is this I feare my sonnes high spirit and suspect Designes upon my life and Crowne Ca. Sure Sir your feares are causelesse Such thoughts are strangers to his noble soule King No 't is too true I must prevent my danger And make the first attempt there 's no such way To avoyde a blow as to strike first and sure Ca. But Sir I hope my function shall exempt me From bearing any part in such designes King Your function Laugh's do you thinke that Princes Will raise such men so neare themselves for nothing We but advance you to advance our purposes Nay even in all religions Their learnedst and their seeming holiest men but serve To worke their masters ends and varnish o're Their actions with some specious pious colour No scruples doo '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 suddaine Enter Lords as to Councell 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 Wisedome he ha's and to his wisedome courage Temper to that and unto all successe But Ambition the disease of Vertue bred Like surfets from an undigested fulnesse Meets death in that which is the meanes of life Great Mahomet to whom our Soveraigne life And Empire is most deare appearing thus Advis'd me in a vision Tell the King The Prince his sonne attempts his life and Crowne And though no creature lives that more admires His vertues nor affects his person more Then I yet zeale and duty to my Soveraigne Have cancel'd all respects nor must we slight The Prophets revelations Abd. Remember Sir he is your sonne Indeared to you by a double bond As to his King and father And the remembrance of that double bond Doubles my sorrowes 'T is true Nature and duty binde him to obedience But those being placed in a lower sphere His fierce ambition like the highest mover Ha's hurried with a strong impulsive motion Against their proper course But since he has forgot The duty of a sonne I can forget The affections of a father Abd. But Sir in the beginning of diseases None trye the extreamest remedies King But when they 're suddaine The cure must be as quicke when I 'me dead you 'le say My feares have beene too slow Treasons are acted Assoone as thought though they are ne're beleeved Untill they come to act Mor. But consider Sir The greatnesse of the attempt the people love him The lookers on and the enquiring vulgar Will talke themselves to action thus by avoyding A danger but suppos'd you tempt a reall one King Those Kings whom envy or the peoples murmure Deterres from their owne purposes deserve not Nor know not their owne greatnesse The peoples murmure 't is a sulphurous vapour Breath'd from the bowels of the basest earth And it may soyle and blast things neare it selfe But ere it reach the region we are plac't in It vanishes to ayre we are above The sence or danger of such stormes Cap. True Sir they are but stormes while Royaltie Stands like a Rocke and the tumultuous vulgar Like billowes rais'd with winde that 's with opinion May roare and make a noyse and threaten But if they rowle too neare they 're dash't in pieces While they stand firme Abd. Yet Sir Crownes are not plac't so high But vulgar hands may reach 'em King Then 't is when they are plac't on vulgar heads Abd. But Sir Looke backe upon your selfe why should your sonne Anticipate a hope so neare so certaine 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 looke upon me as a sunne Now in his West halfe buryed in a cloud Whose rayes the vapours of approaching night Have rendred weake and faint But you shall finde That I can yet shoot beames whose heat can melt The waxen wings of this ambitious boy Nor runnes my bloud so cold nor is my arme So feeble yet but he that dares defend him Shall feele my vengeance and shall usher me Into my grave Ab. Sir we defend him not Onely desire to know his crime 'T is possible It may be some mistake or mis-report Some false suggestion or malicious scandall Or if ambition be his fault 't was yours He had it from you when he had his beeing 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 Then heat from fire Or if you feare the vision Will you suspect the noble Prince because This holy man is troubled in his sleepe Because his crazie stomack wants concoction And breedes ill fumes or his melancholy spleene Sends up fantastick vapours to his braine Dreames are but dreames these causelesse feares become not Your noble soule King Who speakes another word Hath spoke his last Great Mahomet we thanke thee Protector of this Empire and this life Thy cares have met my feares this on presumptions Strong and apparent I have long presag'd And though a Prince may punish what he feares Without account to any but the Gods Wise States as often cuts off ills that may be As those that are and prevent purposes Before they come to practise and foule 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 Turkes his prisoners Their sudden and suspected flight And above all his restlesse towring thoughts A Horne winded without King If the businesse be important Admit him Enter Post with a Letter Post Sir upon your late command To guard the passages and search all packets This to the Prince was intercepted King opens it and reades it to himselfe King Here Abdall reade it Abdall reades The Letter Ab. reades Sir we are assured how unnaturally your fathers intentions Are towards you and how cruell towards us we have Made an escape not so much to seeke our owne As to be instruments of your safety We will be In armes upon the borders upon your command Either to seeke danger with you or to
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 hee 's discontented King That grates my heart-strings What should discontent him Except he thinke I live too long Ha. Heaven forbid And yet I know no cause of his departure I 'me sure hee 's honoured and lov'd by all The Souldiers god the peoples Idoll King I Haly The Persians still worship the rising sunne But who went with him Ha. None but the Captaines King The Captaines I like not that Ha. Never feare it Sir 'T is true they love him but as their Generall 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 Humilitie to serve their pride and seeme Humble upon their way to be the prouder At their wisht journeys end Ha. Sir I know not What wayes or ends you meane 't is true In popular States or where the Princes Title Is weake and must be propt by the peoples power There by familiar wayes 't is necessary To winne 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 greatnesse too Ha. True Sir Ambition is like love impatient Both of delayes and rivalls But Nature King But Empire Ha. I had almost forgot Sir he has A suit to your Majestie King What is 't Ha. To give the Turkish prisoners some command In the next action King Nay then 't is too apparent He feares my Subjects loyaltie And now must call in strangers come deale plainly I know thou canst discover more Ha. I can discover Sir The depth of your great judgement in such dangers King What shall I doe Haly Ha. Your wisdome is so great it were presumption for me to advise King Well wee 'le consider more of that but for the present Let him with speed be sent for Mahomet I thanke thee I have one faithfull servant honest Haly Exit King Enter Mirvan Mir. How did he take it Ha. Swallow'd it as greedily As parched earth drinkes raine Now the first part of our designe is over His ruine but the second our securitie Must now be thought on Mir. My Lord you are too sudden though his furie Determine rashly yet his colder feare Before it executes consults with reason And that not satisfied with shewes or shadowes Will aske to be convinc't by something reall 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 thanke the providence Ha. Then we must draw in some body To be the publique Agent that may stand 'Twixt us and danger and the peoples envy Mir. Who fitter then the grand Caliph And he shall set a grave religious face Upon the businesse Ha. But if we cannot worke him For hee 's so full of foolish scruples Or if he should prove false and then betray us Mir. Betray us sure my Lord your feare ha's blinded Your understanding for what serves the King Will not his threats worke more then our perswasions While we looke on and laugh and seeme as ignorant As unconcern'd and thus appearing friends To either side on both may worke our ends Enter Mess. Mess. My Lord the Turkish Bashawes Desire accesse Ha. Admit 'em I know their businesse Mir. They long to heare with what successe you mov'd The King in their behalfe Ha. But now they 're come I 'le make 'em doe my businesse Better then I did theirs Mir. Leave us a while Exit Mir. Enter two Bashawes 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 affaires which I as he commanded Have recommended to the King but with so unlookt for A successe 1. Bas. My Lord feare not to speake our doome while we Feare not to heare it we were lost before And can be ready now to meet that fate We then expected Ha. Though he that brings unwelcome newes Ha's but a losing Office yet he that shewes Your danger first and then your way to safety May heale that wound he made you know the King With jealous eyes hath ever look't awry On his sonnes actions but the fame and glory Of the last warre 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 feares Decrees to you a speedy death to his owne sonne A close restraint but what will follow I dare not thinke you by a sudden flight may finde 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 weare 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 thanke 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 secrecie To see it safe convey'd 2. Bas. We shall my Lord Exit Ha. These men were once the Princes foes and then Unwillingly they made him great but now Being his friends shall willingly undoe him And which is more be still his friends What little Arts governe the world we need not An armed enemy or corrupted friend When service but misplac't or love mistaken Performes the worke nor is this all the use I 'le make of them when once they are in armes Their Master shall be wrought to thinke these forces Rays'd against him and this shall so endeare me To him that though dull vertue and the gods O'recome my subtle mischiefe I may finde A safe retreat and may at least be sure If not more mighty to be more secure Exeunt Finis Act. Secundi Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter King and Haly. King But Haly what confederates ha's the Prince In his conspiracie Ha. Sir I can yet suspect None but the Turkish prisoners and that onely From their late sudden flight King Are they fled for what Ha. That their owne feares best know their entertainment I 'me sure was such as could not