wits Ruine lights not amisse where ere it hits My engines worke care is already past My hopes arise out of these Basshas blood If both my wish if either dye my good Hala Good fortunes are together linkt Thy faith stirres vp new light within my minde Behold the Throne descends to take me vp Antiquitie in her vnenuied wombe Now offers vs the fatall president Of sixteene Kings my Predecessors all Blinded and then depos'd by Basshas hand So tickely vnworthinesse doth stand Doth wit and courage only rest in slaues Hath hazard ought more horrible than scorne Haue I occasions sure and shall I stay To giue all but my miserie away No Hala No Thy dowrie shall be fame Thy stile a Crowne thy prospect reuerence The East shall doe thee honor in my name Out shall my fathers and my brothers eyes Authority is only for the wise But since these mighty workes haue many parts And I but one which one cannot doe all I le send thee Caine keepe firme vpon your strengths Beauty and honor natures Scepters be And haue on mens desires authority Exit Hala. Now Hala seeke thy sex lend scorn'e thy wit To worke new patterns of Reuenges in Let rage despise to feed on priuate blood Her honor lies aboue where danger is In Thrones of Kings in vniuersall woe Worke that which Alaham may enuie at And men wish theirs that Ill it selfe may tremble Monstrous incredible too great for words Keepe close and adde to furie with restraint Doe not breake forth vntill thou breakest all Is Wrong so proud Shall Man once dare to fashion A Womans ruine in a womans passion Husband most odious name scorne of subiection Is loue to women but your rage of thoughts Are your desires let blood by your enioying Ah fooles We see your lusts relent you see not ours And from that change aduantage hath her powers But on Still vse thy craft Thy strength lies there Ignorance that sometimes makes the hypocrite Wants neuer mischiefe though it oft want feare For while thou thinkst faith made to answer wit Obserue the iustice that doth follow it Caine Mahomet and me thou hat'st alike For vnlike cause and craftie wayes do'st take That each may ruin'd be for others sake Shall I for thee hazard Caines life I loue And weigh downe my affection with my hate Can highest thoughts haue any thing aboue Ah! but perchance my safety in the blood Of Mahomet doth rest the good of Caine Then were it losse to make occasion vaine And shall I looke but only to be safe Can Iniurie and Malice adde no more Ah coward sex faint shallow Passion Farre from me be A worke that no age dares Allow yet none conceale I must attempt Furie then spurre thy selfe embedlam wit Poyson my thoughts to make my reason see Pleasure in crueltie Glorie in spite Rage to exceed examples doth delight Thoughts doe you blush To Alaham what 's ill His death O barren wit and sandie rage No marble pillars no enamells rich Buried in silence worne away with age Are furies that no greater plagues deuise Horrors they be that haue eternities What saith my heart Grow millions out of one Doth passion leaue her infancie by vse And shall I by the death of Mahomet More skill at least more crueltie beget Then let him die But can I venture Caine And leaue misfortune power ouer loue Triumphs to Alaham if both be slaine Ah sleepy Sexe how slow is their progression That would exactly measure infinite By tender feares or minutes of delight Then Hala leaue this circle of selfe-loue Beginne goe on hate must stride ouer feare Who are secure And nothing venture all things must endure For Alaham that traytors ouerthrow My rage is yet too yong to worke vpon What to resolue of him I dare not thinke Till this great frame wherein our fortunes lie Be surer linkt vnto prosperitie Then shall occasion horrors strange deuise Fooles only lose their ends to tyrannize Actus secundus Scena Tertia Caine Basha Hala CAine Princesse of me I finde care in your face Woe smothered vp I came to know your will Nothing which you command me can be ill Hala. That which I least did feare is fall'n on me Wrong and mishap which needing others loue Makes them vnlouely that vnhappy be From Kings themselues when fortune turnes her face Then need they most yet least may vse their owne So dearly Mans unthankfulnesse is knowne Caine. What is the cause that makes you thus accuse The world of faults your selfe of inward feare Hala. The little faith which all the world doth vse The iniuries which strength of heart must beare Euui'd of all if it be set aboue If humble then too low for men to loue Caine. Doe not forsake your selfe For they that doe Offend and teach the world to leaue them too Mortall our God shall be the truth shall lie Darkenesse shall see her selfe fame lose her voyce Er'e I will leaue my loue or my loue you Afflictions wounds affection doe renew Hala. Perchance you loue both those I hate and me Affections then against affection be Perchance a vow good turnes and good beleefe Are mists betweene your loue and my releefe Caine. You know I loue speake plaine and doe not feare That reason other is than kindnesse there Hala. Then heare and if my iudgement you disproue You shall haue cause to thinke I trust and loue Mahomet the faultie is his faults be these Enuious of thee to my loue treacherous The King must lose his sight his Crowne his Sonne This wickednesse hath Mahomet begunne Caine. O hell and is thy seate in fleshly hearts Be mans ill thoughts his owne ill spirits become I well can thinke that Mahomet aspires For loue of greatnesse may with goodnesse goe But cannot thinke that he our death conspires Perchance he seekes to doe your brother Right Which makes our owne desires to doe vs spite Hala. Mischiefe that may be help'd is hard to know And danger going on still multiplies Caine. Let care as fast then adde vnto her eyes Hala. Where harme hath many wings care armes too late Caine. Hastie attempts make chance precipitate What shall I doe Hal. Goe forward in thy feare Danger doth giue thee choice to doe or beare Caine. My loue of him and truth doe make me loth To thinke them wrong'd And shall I wrong them both Hala. The good beleefe of mankinde is a sea Where honor drownes iniquitie goes free Whose thoughts like sailes for euery weather be Caine. With shaking thoughts no hands can draw aright True hearts to doe vnnobly haue no sp'rit Hala. The feare of some is guilt with honestie Others with loue thine with false noblenesse Yet thinke not Coward wit can hide the shame Of hearts which while they dare not strike for feare Would make it vertue in them to forbeare No Caine In men we women when we loue Aske faith and heart Our selues haue feare and wit In loue how can thy soule and mine agree
Dutie others Natures Lawes Should I haue lost a Crowne for such applause No No Each State peculiar wisdomes hath The way of Princes is to hide their mindes For else each slaue will suddenly descrie Our inward passions which they trafficke by Remisnesse did in me no sooner moue And only by a pawse it selfe expresse But straightway they diuin'd remorse or loue And instantly drew arguments from both As if distraction to resolue were loth But like a Sultan mixing power with art When I made good my will and only said Sirs doe your charge This intermittent passion Is but the print of naturall affection The seat of Iustice is aboue compassion Straight as if Furies breath had fild these bladders With cruell hearts their charge they vndertooke And euer after made my will their booke Who gouerne men if they will stay aboue Must see and scorne the downfalls of self-selfe-loue Nay marke againe what glory Order yeelds Where euery spirit is fitted to his roome Did not distresse these weake Ghosts well become At which fine playes of Chance and intercession Did I relent Or had I any sense But in the glories of Omnipotence These Scepter-mysteries Kings must obserue Or not be Kings Are priuate vertues such Want great Estates no other strengths but those Which make them for good words good fortune lose As Dogges their kennels these their graues did frame 'T was crafty power that gaue such lawes to fame Away they went rich in selfe-pitties smoke No hope of praise but by their forme of death Nor of reuenge but in the Peoples breath While I ascending roame to looke about And in the strength of confidence and power Behold the vnprosperities of doubt But harke What mournfull harmonie is this In dole my Triumphs are What sounds are these Change is thy nature both to grieue and please Confused Echo's whither doe you flye Or whence proceed From grudge or from applause Except my will craues Mankinde any lawes Solemnity inferres the worke is ended Yet heare I noyse that showes vnquiet motion As from their ashes some new worke intended Now shall we know Behold I see one come Whose looks bring woe and horrour from that Tombe Actus quintus Scena secunda Nuntius Alaham NVntius Distract confus'd are all my inward spirits Griefe would complaine yet dares not speake for feare Horrour the place of wonder disinherits Caines next of kinne so willingly to die For pompe and honor to his funerall The flesh to couet that which flesh doth fly This wonder went I to the Pile to see As costly glories of the vanity In stead of these I saw the veyles of Power Practise and pompe specious hypocrisie Rent from her face euen while she did deuoure I saw those glorious stiles of Gouernment God Lawes Religion wherein Tyrants hide The wrongs they doe and all the woes we bide Wounded prophan'd destroy'd Power is vnwise That thinkes in pompe to maske her Tyrannies Looke where he stands a Monster growne within Still thirsty and yet full with Parents blood Both man and Tyrant dearly vnderstood Alaham. Hath meeke deuotion finished her worke Tell what their manner was and how they died That to the dead would thus be crucified Nuntius The fire though mercilesse yet sometimes iust Hath done his part deuoured but refin'd Perform'd thy will and yet deceiu'd thy trust Alaham. Speake plaine What threatning mysteries be these Nuntius Echos they be of murmurs which possesse The hearts of men against Powers wickednesse The first which burnt as Caine his next of kinne In blood your Brother and your Prince in State Drew wonder from mens hearts brought horror in This innocent this soule too-meeke for sinne Yet made for others to doe harme withall With his selfe-pitty teares drew teares from vs His blood compassion had his wrong stirr'd hate Deceipt is odious in a Kings Estate Repiningly he goes vnto his end Strange Visions rise strange Furies haunt the flame People crie out Echo repeats his name These words he spake euen breathing out his breath Vnhappy weaknesse neuer innocent If in a Crowne yet but an instrument People obserue this fact may make you see Excesse hath ruin'd what it selfe did build But ah the more opprest the more you yeeld The next was he whose age had reuerence His gesture something more than priuatenesse Guided by one whose stately grace did moue Compassion euen in hearts that could not loue As soone as these approched neare the flame The winde the steame or furies rays'd their vayles And in their lookes this image did appeare Each vnto other life to neither deare These words he spake Behold one that hath lost Himselfe within and so the world without A King that brings authority in doubt This is the fruit of Powers misgouernment People my fall is iust yet strange your fate That vnder worst will hope for better State Griefe roares alowd Your Sister yet remain'd Helping in death to him in whom she died Then going to her owne as if she gain'd These mild words spake with lookes to heauen bent O God! 'T is thou that suffrest here not we Wrong doth but like it selfe in working thus At thy will Lord Reuenge thy selfe not vs The fire straight vpward beares the soules in breath Visions of horror circle in the flame With shapes and figures like to that of death But lighter-tongu'd and nimbler-wing'd than fame Some to the Church some to the People fly A voyce cries out Reuenge and Liberty Princes Take heed Your glory is your care And Powers foundations Strengths not Vices are Alaham. What change is this that now I feele within Is it disease that workes this fall of spirits Or workes this fall of spirits my disease Things seeme not as they did horror appeares What sinne imbodied what strange sight is this Doth sense bring backe but what within me is Or doe I see those shapes which haunt the flame What summons vp remorse Shall Conscience rate Kings deeds to make them lesse than their Estate Ah silly ghost is 't you that swarme about Would'st thou that art not now a father be These body lawes doe with the life goe out What thoughts be these that doe my entrailes teare You wandring spirits frame in me your hell I feele my brother and my sister there Where is my wife There lacks no more but shee Let all my owne together dwell with me Actus quintus Scena tertia Hala Alaham HAla. Wife Is that name but stile of thy remorse Must I goe where thy silly parents be Thou yet but feel'st thy selfe thou shalt feele me A King And in a Throne built out of blood The ashes of your owne must giue you power Glutton Ambition now thy selfe deuoure Looke in thy Conscience that vnflattering glasse See there the wounds of Caine thy wrongs to me Death triumphs now And I doe giue it thee Caine here beginnes to liue whilst thou do'st feed Vpon the poyson that thy wife deuis'd Thy debter yet but stay I will exceed
plucke downe States to put vp priuate lawes Whom fame enobles while she would destroy Honor hath many wings Chance hath no bookes Who follow treade but where men trode before Who giue example still are something more Beare witnesse yet yee good and euill spirits Who in the ayre inuisibly do dwell That these strange pathes I walke of vglinesse Are forc'd by threatning gulfes of treacherie Nourisht by States and Times iniurious Nor is it sinne which men for safety choose Nor hath it shame which men are forc'd to vse Heli. What be these agonies indefinite These sudden changes secret violent Both argue euill lucke and ill intent Alah. That which I most did hate and least did feare Is fall'n Nature cares not for natiue blood I wickedly must doe or mischiefe beare I must no more be or no more be good Heli. How growes this change Reueale this secret work Both cures and wounds doe oft together lurcke Alah. Heli you know the time when this fraile King Languish'd and wanton'd in a powerfull throne Sent to the gods to learne what should befall Hauing but peace and wealth to doubt withall Their answer was My fathers eldest sonne Must be a sacrifice for this Estate And with his blood wash out the doome of fate The Basshas swoll'n by vse of ruling Kings Presume on God and what by Gods decree Was death by theirs must onely exile be And proud againe with this vniust successe A second error on the first they build And he that liues against the heauenly doome Must now not liue but raigne yet only raigne To put downe me they feare for him they scorne Is innocency to no other borne And must my right and Royall blood abide Traytors to be my Lords the dead my King Is honor to so many masters tied Shall I not liue except I scorned liue Well where the choice is left to kill or dye The best Estates doe but in hazard lie Heli. T' is rashnesse to commit our right to chance Alaham. T' is madnesse at the worst to feare mischance Heli. Vnfold this factious clowdie mysterie What cannot help yet will experience be Alaham. The dayes be fresh when all the world in hate With Mahomets supreme authority The Basshas idly liu'd no forme of State Obseru'd no Councells held no Maiesty Weake spirits did corrupt the strong did cast Worth withered vp craft only was in trust The Court a farme strange ominous ill signe When publike States to priuatenesse encline Such was my fathers frayle simplicity As wanting iudgment how to stand alone He passion-ledd could loue and trust but one The world saw all was nought yet I saw feare Would while it murmur'd mischiefs councells keepe So blind are men or with respects a sleep Enuy wrought more in me and made me know This passion in the King which did aduance Mahomet aboue the reach of ouerthrow Had counter-passions change inconstancy For wit and malice possibility I stir'd the King with enuies of his slaue For great Estates inlarge not little harts My charge suspitious which no answer haue Power still concluding all in euill part With Kings not strong in vertue nor in vice I knew truth was like pillars built on ice Factions besides I in the Basshas mou'd And in their diuers witts my malice cast Conspiracy with good successe I prou'd For Kings are easily ledd away with many That hearing all want strength to iudge of any Thus we exil'd him with pretence of State Whom it is true I for my selfe did hate But now when Mahomet was banisht hence His fellow Bässha's fond of Gouernment To rule their Prince with his name they intend And ruine heires yet seeme successions friends For while I by my brothers exile stood They hide their mindes to vndermine the more And much to me in pittie thinges they leaue That craft in good apparell might deceiue Heli. Their craft and power against you thus combui'd How could you shunne or worke the Basshas so As they might leaue to seeke your ouerthrow Alaham. I found their crafte and made my good of all Some I did winne the rest I did disgrace Euen binding them by what they gaue to me So great the scopes of braue ambition be Nor staid I here but as a man in doubt To trust this tickle art of men too farre Where many witts to one kept subIect are I forthwith sought on fewer heades to lay This wardshippe of the King effeminate A farre lesse seruile course for me that meant To steale in change into this Gouernment This made me thinke of Caine whose spirits I saw Officious were already entred grace Pleasant and fit to multiplie a place The scruple that diuided him and me Was feare he did too much possesse my wife With priuate scorne I waigh'd with publike ends And saw who will not see needs no amends For he to hide his fault straight puts on faith And care of me a badge of seruile lust Which euer iniure those it pleaseth must In him I did accept the sacrifice Of ruling him that rul'd this wauing masse Who cannot beare what can he bring to passe Now though by him the present state I gain'd Yet to my after-ends this gaue no ayde For their foundations only were by fame On peoples loues and wonders to be layd How little Princes fauors help the same They know that marke what feet men goe withall Who while they rise in grace in credit fall The people then it was that I must seeke A future not a present vse of power Not strength establish'd but a strength to change To all but onely those who worke it strange With this Caines place had no Affinity It presage being of a Kingdomes fall When Kings trust any one to gouerne all His nature lesse for it Monarchall was Sharpe narrow-humor'd only fit to rise By that which people hate Crowne-flatteries Since nature therefore cannot change her face To thinke one fit for all were foolishnesse To force an instrument experience feares Since wit may take of each the fruit it beares Of Mahomet I then bethought my selfe Whose absence pittie had And as in sects The present errors doe prepare a place For masked change to shew her pleasing face So did the hate of present Gouernment Forget his faults as they forget their wounds I saw that he alone did fit my ends Occasion mother is of truest friends My ends were not to broyle the present State Nor leaue obedience in my fathers dayes But after he was dead to dispossesse My brother whom the heauens did depresse Chance wrought me good lest it should worke me feare I meant to goe beyond the wayes of spite Both stay and winne the world with Mahomet For who can stirre are fittest meanes to let My father I did moue remou'd and sped Feare made him pittifull and folly kinde In passions Orbe most patient to be led Each argument begat another minde Doubt had no memory offence was dead Distresse seem'd safety likelinesse did binde For in these captiue
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
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