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The tragedy of Mustapha
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Greville, Fulke, Baron Brooke, 1554-1628.
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1609
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O Kings why swell you so against your maker Is rais'd equality so soone growne wilde Dare you depriue your people of succession Which kinges and kingdomes on their heades did build Is fortune of forgetfulnes with child Haue feare or loue in greatnes no impression Since people who did raise you to the crowne Are ladders standing still to let you downe O wretched state of man in Tyrants fauour Like men throwne vpon sands in ebbing water Dead if they trust and stay drown'd if they venture Zan. Acmat what strange euents breed these strange passions Acm. Nature is ruin'd humanity fallen asunder Our Alchoran prophan'd Empire defac'd Hell 's broken loose truth dead hope banished Darke feare and sorrow doe both strike and threaten My heart is full my voice doth saint and tremble Zang. Yet tell the worst for cowards death vnarmeth When need resolues vs to endure all terror And sorrowes vttere are like wines which vented Both purge themselues and doe not breake the vessell By counsell and comparison things lessen Acm. No counsell or comparison can lessen The losse of Mustapha so vildly murthered Zan. How dead what chance or malice hath preuented Mankinds good fortune Acm. Fathers vnkindly malice Zan. Tell how Acm. When Solyman by Rostens cunning spight And Rossaes witchcraft from his heart had banisht Iustice of Kings and louingnes of fathers To wage and lodge such campes of heauy passions As cunning stepdames iealousie could gather Enuy tooke hold of worth doubt did misconster Renowne was made a lie and yet a terrour Nothing could rage remoue or moue compassion Mustapha must die to which end fetcht he was Loden with hopes and promises of fauour But Mustapha neither hoped nor feared Per chance foresaw the stormes of danger comming Yet comes and comes accompanied with power But neither power that warranted his hast Nor selfe-defence that makes offences lawfull Could hold him from obedience to his father So foolish to the world is honest Wisedome Zang. Alas could neither truth appease his fury Nor his vnlook't humility of comming Nor any secret witnessing remorses Can Nature from her selfe worke such diuorces Tell on that all the world may rue and wonder Acm. There is a place enuironed with trees Vpon whose shadowed center there is pitched A large imbrodered sumptuous Pauilion The stately throne of tyrany and murder Where mighty men whome fearefull murder feares With cruelty are slaine before they know That they to other then to honor goe Mustapha vnto the Campe no sooner came But thether he is sent for and conducted By sixe slow Eunuches either taught to colour Mischiefe with reuenge or taught by nature To reuerence euen vertue in misfortune But Mustapha whose heart was now resolued Not fearing death which he might haue preuented If he to disobedience had consented Nor crauing life which he might well haue gotten If he would other duties haue forgotten But glad to speake his last thought to his father He will'd the Eunuches to entreate it for him They did they wept and kneel'd vnto his father But bloudy rage that glories to be cruell And iealousie that feares she is not fearefull Made Solyman refuse to heare or pitty He bids them hast their charge and bloudy ey'd Beheld his sonne while he obeying died Zang. How did that dying heart endure to suffer Tell on Quicken my spirits hard and dull to good That yet heare tell of brothers blood Acm. While these sixe Eunuches to this charge appointed Whose hearts had neuer vs'd their hands to pitty Whose hands were onely now afraid of murder With reuerence and feare stood still amazed Loath to cut off such worth afraid to saue it Mustapha with thought resolued and vnited Assures their feare and comforteth their sorrow Bids them refuse their charge and looke no further Their hearts afraid to bid their hands be doing Shaking and trembling do refuse to offer The cord the hatefull instrument of murder They lifting vp let fall and falling lift it Each sought to helpe and helping hindred other Till Mustapha in haste to be an Angell Guided their hands to his death directed Sweetely forgaue their charge and thanke their loue Which he saw in them did compassion moue With heauenly smiles and quiet words foreshewing The ioy and peace of those where he was going His last words were O father now forgiue mee Those thinges which thou thy selfe doest thinke offences O Mahomet my other sinnes forgiue me Forgiue them too that worke my ouerthrow Let my graue neuer minister offencee For since my father joyeth in my death Behold with ioy I offer him my breath The Eunuches crie Solyman he is glutted His thoughts diuine of vengeance for his murder Rumor flies vp and downe the people murmur Sorrow giues lawes before men know her story Feare prophesies in men and makes them sorry Zang. Remisse and languish are mens coward spirits Where Gods forbid reuenge and patience too Yet to the dead Nature ordaineth rites Which idle loue I feele hath power to doe I will goe hence and shew to them that liue The Gods cannot offences all forgiue ACTVS IIII. SCENA III Acm. Rossa Rosten Acm. What euer craft of base false-hearted wit Long working on the worst of Princes thoughts May bring to passe yonder to vs is brought without shame the state corrupt with it Rossa Acmat thy sorrow whether vniust or iust Bootes not duty and faith loues still them that liue Noble example bring forth danger must The forces of Natolia do giue Tokens of mutinie vnto the state Shewing no reuerence but vnto thee Wherefore the great Lord wils you to repaire To him for by you they must gouern'd be Acm. I goe and care not so I go from thee Rossa Let them that cannot heare desires trauaile Who dare not vndertake for feare of danger Let them take children fearing spirits Runne and beare witnes them still their owne amazement While they flie from themselues and blame their fortune For fortune on thy wisedome complaine But they in thee neither hope nor raigne Rosten where vertue ends and reason failes When dangers threaten feare makes sharpest warre When fame with all her infamies assailes Then fortunes fauours shew'd most liuely are She neuer helpes till helpe be ouerthrowne For heauenly Powers by myracles are knowne Now Mustapha is dead rage flesht and pittie broken Rosten there rests no more to interrupt vs But Acmat in whome Solyman yet trusteth The thanks and sacrifices our God requires For graces past are not those idle praiers Which done to on the staires Goodlucke the god of highly plac'd desires No other duty but noble deeds requires Let Acmat the Fortune loues them that venture Rost. Acmat is wise and Solyman beloued Euen Tyrants couet to vphold their fame Not fearing euill deeds but euill name For Princes skill is to make Greatnes shew Rich in the good where of it hath least part And to conceale that which within they know So that at once he will not shed the blood Of Acmat
though he meane his ouerthrow Least men should thinke their fauour but a net VVhere easie in but hardly out they get Rossa Rosten let Mustapha be thy example That Tragedies are Gods and Princes plaies Kings know new hopes blot out the shame of bookes Desires eye on hope onely lookes While childrens blood the fathers forehead staine What priuiledge for Councellors remaine He that hath intent to ruine houses Plucks not the timber all at once away Least ruines ruine on himselfe he lay Fury will haue a time to breathe from killing Fury is a wheele with ease kept going Where it with many hands at first was moued Feares shield of proofe is trampt in others blood Good fortune seldome comes by doing good Rost. Fortune is often by presumption tempted To turne the backe Rossa Nay fortune harlot-sicke Who thinkes good maner to be want of spirit Is dearest vnto those that vse her rudely Onely with humble bashfulnesse is tempted Rost. What argument against him Rossa Vse of killing Suspition the fauourite of Princes Delight of change fauours past and feare of greatnesse Sharpned by Acmats harsh and open dealing With noble Princes libertie would draw Into the narrow scope of common awe Power of mischance yeelds honour to aduenture Mustapha is dead Rost. Not dead while Acmat liueth Small sparkes from fire quencht to danger growes From him that feares to strike feare neuer parteth Let Acmat die and danger is departed For Zanger I his brothers charge haue gotten Yet least his death not lookt for might amase him For youth and kindnesse oft doe thinke it glory At things done for their profit to repine I will make haste and giue him from his father Mustaphaes estate his fortune and succession When reason failes one passion rules another Hope and good fortune doe forget a brother Rossa Come Rosten let vs doe and then consider CHORVS VVHen will this life this sparke put in our spright To giue light to this lumpe of flesh and blood Leaue to denie strong destinie her right VVhich it feeles daily cannot be withstood Man looke not downe looke vp into the skie There liue thou must and mai'st be glad to die ACTVS V. SCENA I. Achmatt alone In what Dilemma of mischance stand I Vs'd by the subtile Art of wicked gouernement To serue a tyrants turne with faith and honestie Plac'd ouer men whome vniust rage doth iustly moue I am either in heate of heady mutinie To die or scaping by respect that saftie may Suspition to my selfe and honour lay Destinie hath shot the shaft and it must light To stirre or paine against the streame of fate Which mooues from ill deserts it is too late Innocence and faith from safe estates ouerthrow For floods of error from authoritie The multitude hath easily ouerthrowen For when Kings states must and must fall Iustice diuides not there but ruines all But looke where Rossa comes like Aprill waters Both gusts and cleaues in stormie forhead carrying Like power that with itselfe doth feare miscarying ACTVS V. SCENA II. Rossa Chorus Acmat Acm. Who euer thinkes by vertue to aspire And goodnesse deemes to be good fortunes starre Or who by mischiefe will seeke his desire And thinkes no Conscience wayes to honour are Mustapha here seeing thee and me Sees no man good or ill rules destinie And would exchange the course of fates by wit Which Gods doe make to bring their workes to end And with it selfe euen oft doth ruine it A Tyrant fate to them that doe amisse For nothing left me but my error is Chor. VVhat glory is this that with it selfe is sad Good lucke makes all men but the guiltie glad Ross. Zanger for whome Mustapha was slaine Zanger for whome Camanaes blood was shed Zanger for whome all the world on me complain'd Hath done that which no truth or law could doe Remorce and feares in my distresse hath bred Murthered himselfe and ouerthrowne me too In euery creatures heart there liues desire VVhich men doe follow as appearing good And Greatnes men doe thinke it to aspire Although it weaknes be well vnderstood This vnbound raging infinite thoughts fire I tooke nay it tooke me and plac'd my heart On hopes to alter Empires and Successions And as the sea when his ambitious power Hath ouer-run his neighbour element His pride his rage his glorie to deuoure Nor can with any greatnes be content Till all the Countrie that lay still before Rise vp and force him back vnto the shore So when as I had wonne the marriage bed And Soliman with himselfe ouercome To breake and lay a sleepe his Prophets law By being only of desire in awe Error of selfe harme euer brought a bed Made me this wheele of misfortune drawe Daunger was sport mischiefe desires art Nothing seemd hard but to leaue this impression I Mustapha his fall did vndertake And like the stormes that doe blow VVhen all things but themselues they ouerthrow Hatefull I did him to his father make But as desires on diuers things are plac'd So diuers works For foules like senses haue a diuers taste There be birds of the day and of the night No laws can make one will to be embrac't The daughters heart will make the mother spight Camenas thoughts were soft her good was forth She but with others loue though nothing worth To Mustapha she opens mine intent For she had tried but could not turne my heart Yet she no hurt to me in telling ment Yet hurt she did me to disclose my art I sought reuenge reuenge it could not be For I confesse she neuer wronged me But as the Christian when she sees her child Puld by the great-Lords-men from mothers breast Though she do know it will him honor yeeld Yet for her fathers sake her soule cannot rest So though I know Camenas heart was good Yet I did earne to haue my will withstood Remorce which hath affection in each heart Since whose reason is but what they see Womanish loue and shame with feare tooke part They all conspir'd to haue commanded me Humble patience voide of feare and art Camenas onely strength and weapons be I kild her yet confesse I did her loue Furies of choice what arguments can moue I kild her for a thought her death would proue That truth not hate made Mustapha suspected The more it seem'd against a mothers loue The more it shewd I Solyman affected Thus vnderneath seuere and vpright dealing A mischieuous step-mothers malice stealing It tooke effect for few meane ill in vaine He died infamous though he guilties were High power hath truth tied vnder lawes of feare I liue selfe-guilty and who durst complaine So little care the Gods for me below So little men feare God they do not know This Mustapha whose death I made my glory Hath spoiled all my power but power to be sorry For Zanger when he saw his brother dead Confusedly with diuers shapes distract He silent stood horrors darke cloudes possest him Madnes was mixt with woe kindnes with Racke reuerence reuenge both representing shame Stood equally against and with a mothers name But as these shadowes from his heart withdrew That light became restored to his mind The globes of his enraged cares he threw On me like nature iustly made vnkind Vertue bare secret witnes he was true Remorce did then make me my error find Finde Lo. this hatefull loue did make From pittie woe he spake Mother is this heart Is there nor Law your desire Can neither power nor goodnesse scape your art Be these the Counsels by which you aspire Doth mischiefe onely feare no ouerthwart Is there no Hell nor doe the Deuils loue fire If neither God Heauen Hell nor Deuill bee 'T is plague enough that I am borne of thee Mother O monstrous name shall it be said That thou hast done this fact for Zangers sake Honour and life shall they to me vpbraid That from thy mischiefe they their glory take O wretched men that vnder shame are laid For sinnes that we and sinnes our parents make Yet Rossa to be thine in this I glorie That being thine giues power to make thee sorie He wounds his heart and downe with death he fals On Mustapha who there for his sake died Fame with his breath he wils on him to call Forgetfulnesse he would should me betide For the dead and mercie for vs all And with these words for mercie died Thy goodnesse I mis-vnderstood Shunning ill did worse to shed my blood He dies VVoe is me when in my looke Horror I see all their lost but My loue I ioy become booke Eternitie of shame is printed there Thinke of God Alas that so I might Madnesse onely natures peace VVith thy selfe though all else thou displease Made to giue light spirits ease VVhat shall I doe Desuntpauca FINIS