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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53477	The tragedy of Mustapha, the son of Solyman the Magnificent written by the Right Honourable the Earl of Orrery.; Mustapha, the son of Solyman the Magnificent	Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679.	1668 (1668)	Wing O497; ESTC R22737	51,964	74

that I will keep my vow I have in Friendship vow'd not to survive The fatal day on which you cease to live And 't is a work more difficult and high To help a Rival then it is to dye Must. I know you 'l keep your vow and I some sign Have giv'n that I shall faithful prove to mine I vow'd if by succession I should gain Th' Imperial Scepter you should with me reign And since in Love's nice int'rest I comply Whose Empire is secur'd by jealousie And where each Lover strives to rule alone I can admit a Rival in my Throne They Embrace Exeunt Enter Thuracus Viche Cleora Viche Ha! Will she leave the Camp who can prepare Counsel for changes which so sudden are Thur. My Lord her resolution must seem strange But as 't is sudden so it soon may change She did by me a second offer make Urging the Empress instantly to take The keys of Buda our revolting Town Hoping by quitting that to keep the Crown Viche What was the answer which the Empress made Thur. She summon'd all the glory that she had Then said she would not from the Queen receive A Present till she could a greater give And then declar'd her Sultan ought and must Esteem that faith which did his honour trust That he by conquest should proceed no more And what his glory took it should restore Enter Cardinal and Queen Cleora The Cardinal seems thoughtful and the Queen Does feel more sorrow then she would have seen Exeunt Thuracus Viche Cleora Card. But when pursu'd will you from refuge run And Sanctuaries shut against your Son Your Infant whilst from proffer'd love you flye Must meet the hatred of your Enemy Rustan has long your Royal house abhorr'd And he is now to former pow'r restor'd The storm which from the Empress he endur'd Has his foundation try'd and strength secur'd Queen When you the Princes proffer'd loves commend You seem to Empire not to me a Friend And when your King I in his Grave forsake I lose more love then you would have me take Card. Be taught by Nature she forsakes the Dead Your precious Tears you but on ashes shed Which now an Urn keeps sacred but they must By wand'ring Winds be blown with common dust Nature does turn her looks from Death's ill Face Where ruine does not Natures strength disgrace But by the slightness of man's Fabrick shows Which time ev'n with a touch soon overthrows That she made flowr's intending they should fade And Mourners erre when Nature they upbraid It is at once Idolatry and Pride To place on Altars what she throws aside Love only to the living does belong Loving the dead you all the living wrong And both betray and lose love's int'rest when You love the dead who cannot love agen Queen But is there to the dead no sorrow due Card. What useful is grows only fit for you Grieve not for one made useless being gone But favour those who may restore your Throne Queen Since both the Princes do alike pretend VVhich to my favour will you most commend If I must Love and shall be taught by you I cannot sure be counsell'd to love two Card. But you may favour both and may disguise Or shew your Love as int'rest shall advise Queen I cannot int'rest by such arts improve Seeming to favour whom I do not Love Nor with two Faces severally invite From both what I in neither can requite Card. Yet do not both for want of loving lose But suddenly consider which to chuse In gainging Zanger you the Empress gain But Mustapha must by succession reign Queen Each is sufficient to restore my Throne But whilst for Empire you are studious grown You nothing for the other world prepare My Lord take Heav'n a little in your care How can I ought of Love from Princes hear VVho scorn those Altars where I kneel with fear Card. They their Religion did by Conquest make And will no Rules but from their conqu'rors take If they till taught can never truth discern They must be conquer'd to be made to learn And since no Pow'r but Love can them subdue Madam they must be overcome by you But she who will o'recome in Love's fair field Must by her yielding make her Lover yield Queen My Lord your Purple Robe has study'd well Must I this way convert an Infidel Card. Love is perswasive and will soonest teach Queen They both can to the top of Empire reach But cannot soar to our Religions height Card. By trusting Mustapha you 'l teach him Faith Enter Cleora Cleora My Lord Prince Mustapha is in your Tent. Card. Madam my thoughts are with true duty bent To serve your Throne Do not kind Fortune lose When she presents you two great Lotts to chuse Exit Cardinal Queen Without a Clue I 'm in a lab'rynth left And where even Hope is of her Eyes bereft With Noble Zanger Mustapha contends They strive as Rivals and they yield as Friends I injure one if I the other chuse And keeping either I the Sultan lose Flying from both I from my refuge run And by my staying shall destroy my Son Them for their false Religion I eschew Though I have found their Vertue ever true And when Religion sends my thoughts above This Card'nal calls them down and talks of Love And simple Love which does as little know State-int'rest as Religion ought to do He would bold with Ambition lead through all The dark and crooked walks where Serpents crawl His Priests to what he counsels gravely bow Whilst other Priests condemn what those allow Those would by Pious craft r●store our loss These scorn the Crescent should redeem the Cross. Zeal against Policy maintains debate Heav'n gets the better now and now the State The Learned do by turns the Learn'd confute Yet all depart unalter'd by dispute The Priestly Office cannot be deny'd It wears Heav'ns Liv'ry and is made our Guide But why should we be punish'd if we stray When all our Guides dispute which is the way THE FOURTH ACT. Enter the Queen and Cleora Queen DIspatch Cleora lest we should be seen Lay my disguise beneath the Couch within You should have sent to call the Cardinal I have forgot my Letters Burn them all Here take the Key make up my Jewels strait You shall attend me at the Eastern Gate But burn my Letters in the inner Tent. Cleora I fear you will this haste too soon repent Queen Fortune with thy distempers I must strive And from a crime will not my cure derive Those who by policy their actions steer Faint when they faults as well as losses bear But those who on firm vertue still relie May boldly perish when they guiltless die Cleora 'T were want of necessary Faith in me To think your virtue can successless be All your commands I 'le instantly obey Queen Our flight Cleora cannot brook delay Nor can I any pause to fear allow Enter Roxolana Rox. You were my Guest but are my