THE TRAGEDY OF MUSTAPHA The SON of SOLYMAN THE Magnificent Written by The Right Honourable the Earl of ORRERY LONDON Printed for H. Herringman at the Sign of the Blew Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange 1668. The Persons Solyman the Magnificent Mr. Betterton Mustapha and Zanger His Sons Mr. Harris Mr. Smith Rustan and Pyrrhus Vizier Bassaws Mr. Samford Mr. Norris Haly and Achmat Eunch Bassaws Mr. Cadiman Mr. Iames Noke The King of Hungary an Infant The Cardinal of Veradium Mr. Young Thuricus and Viche Hungarian Lords Mr. Medborn Mr. Aingel Roxolana Solymans Wife Mrs. Betterton Queen of Hungary Mrs. Davis Zarma and Mirza Roxolana's Women Mrs. Long. Mrs. Norris Cleora Queen of Hungary ' s Woman Mrs. Shadwel The Sultans Guards Mutes Pages And other Attendants Mustapha THE FIRST ACT. Solymans Camp and his Pavillion Enter Solyman Rustan Pyrrhus and the Sultans Guards Rust. WHat Influence Mighty Sultan rules the day And stops your course where glory leads the way Th' Hungarian Armies hasten from the Field And Buda waits for your approach to yield Yet you seem doubtful what you are to do And turn from Triumphs when they follow you Pyrrh We at the Suns one moments rest should more Admire then at his glorious course before Glory like Time progression does require When it does cease t' advance it does expire Soly. You both mistake my glory is the cause That in my Conquest I have made this pause Whilst Hungary did pow'rful Foes afford I thought her Ruine worthy of my Sword But now the War does seem too low a thing Against a Mourning Queen and Infant King Pyrrhus it will unequal seem in me To Conquer and then blush at Victory Rust. None but the Conquer'd should have sence of shame Shall shows of Vertue darken your bright Fame Success does cover all the crimes of War And Fame and Vertue still consistent are In lazie peace let Christian Monarchs rust Who think no War but what 's defensive just Our Valiant Prophet did by slaughter rise Conquest a part of our Religion is Pyrrh He in his Holy War sounds no retreat Accounting none Religious but the great His Martyrs not by yielding glory gain They th' other World by Conquering this obtain Soly. To Rome I will my dreadful Ensignes lead Rome which was once the Universal head Which still the worlds important part controuls Once she gave Laws to Kingdoms now to Souls To that great Conquest my designs I bend This Kingdom is my way and not my end Which now since too much scar'd by my Alarms Seems worthier of my pity then my Arms. Rust. Since Rome did once the Universe subdue 'T is now the only Conquest fit for you But he who Conquests wisely has design'd Does never leave an Enemy behind Though all that Heav'n ere finish'd in a Man Is now in you yet Heaven's Great Agent can Proceed but as the Instrument of Fate To work out Conquests not at once Create Beginnings should to th' end still useful be 'T is more to use then gain a Victory Pyrrh The Sword must end what Valour has begun Else you disgrace what is already done Your Foes would think if you should now relent That you of Conquests as of Crimes repent When your bright Crescents are to Buda shown 'T is but a step to the Hungarian Crown Your presence lower then their knees will bring Th' Hungarian Priests to offer up their King When by that proof your Conquest is confest Dispose of him by rules of Interest Soly. Bear then my Standard before Buda's Walls I should not stop my Ears when glory calls Since there the Foe all his reserves does make In taking Buda I the Kingdom take Call the Divan let them consult with you What with the Infant King is fit to do Exeunt the two Bashas Divans like Common-wealths regard not fame Disdaining honour they can feel no shame Each does for what the publick safety call Venture his Vertue in behalf of all Doing by pow'r what Nature does forbid Each hoping amongst all that he is hid Hidden because they on each other wink When they dare act what Monarchs scorne to think Exit Enter Isabella Queen of Hungaria in Mourning Cleora Thuricus Viche and Attendants Thur. In the Hungarian Council does appear Disorder vary'd in all shapes of fear Viche And in their looks too clearly I descry They 'l rather tamely yield then bravely dye Queen But yet the remedy by Death remains When that may free them will they carry Chains Their Souls are with their Armies overcome They who the Bulwark were of Christendom Shall now be made at once their scorn and shame 'T is less to lose their Countrey than their Fame But though the frighted States should yield the Town I am resolv'd ne're to resign the Crown My care of that and my neglect of Life Are signs that I have been your Monarchs Wife Thur. The death of that Great King for whom you Mourn Did our advancing Empire backward turn The Turks may now the Christian world out-brave Since all our hearts lie buri'd in his grave Card. The Sultan's Army covers â—udas hills Enter the Cardinal of Veradium Which our Consulting States with terrour fills Who hearing he to such has mercy shown As timely yielding did his wrath atone They will a sudden present to him bring Worth more than all their lives our Infant King Queen Give up the King in that resolve I see Th' Hungarians now are ripe for slavery The Prince who from your King his birth did take Shall not a part of Turkish triumph make Death may but fear shall never cast me down Who yields does ne're deserve to wear a Crown Death shall us both in the first breach relieve We 'l die since in the Throne we cannot live Thur. Ah Madam that which you have now design'd Does more become your fortune than your mind Let not your Vertue teach you cruelty Queen 'T is worse to merit death than 't is to die A Queen who does resign her Son and State Does use her self worse than she 's us'd by Fate Card. Since now the States your broken Armies pay The orders of the States they will obey And what they have resolv'd they soon will do Therefore my Counsel Madam pray pursue Since they have prov'd so false and so unjust Turn what they make necessity to trust Send the Crown-Jewels and the Infant King To Roxolana as an Offering Subdue that Beauty which the Victor sways With what the Great are soonest conquer'd Praise Extol her Vertue and her Mercy move By all the Charms of pity and of love In gaining her you make the Sultan sure A desperate ill can have no common cure Whilst with applause high minds you higher raise You make them vertuous to make good your praise Queen The States not I this Counsel may esteem 'T will make me do what I abhorr'd in them If by their Cowardice I am destroy'd I 'le bravely meet what I in vain
Pris'ner now Do you not tremble seeing me appear Queen None but the guilty should have sense of fear Rox. Dismiss Cleora we must be alone To reckon both what I and you have done Queen Retire Th' intentions of my flight are all Betray'd by her or by the Cardinal Exit Cleora Rox. To make the Audit of my actions true I 'le briefly take their Register from you Did I not struggle in your Sons defence When with no Armour but his innocence The rescue of his Crown I undertook Whom all his Nation being arm'd forsook Queen Madam of what you did this is the least Rox. No Bird new fledg'd and frighted from his Nest Could more then he be of his home bereft Or more to Natures casual mercy left Did I not boldly his weak cause maintain Against the Vizier and the whole Divan Though from their number I did need defence For number has a prosp'rous impudence Which more prevails in Courts then in the Field Making by clamour single Fav'rites yield And I was forc'd when charg'd by the Divan To my last strength the love of Solyman Queen Your Enemies could not but many be You having then all that were so to me Rox. When without leave you did adventure here And by the right of War my Pris'ner were Did I not then my favours so extend That you became no Pris'ner but my Friend When Buda you did offer to resign Did I not constantly the gift decline And in your cause the Sultan did implore That what his Sword had gain'd he would restore Queen All bounties Madam must to yours submit Which nothing equals but my sense of it Rox. Having confest my allegations true Mark what returns has since been made by you For more than hope of what you wisht to be For your protection and your liberty For all I did and purpos'd to have done You in requital have enslav'd my Son A Son who never yet my will controul'd Till he your fatal beauty did behold But now with that inchanted is no more By his own reason rul'd nor by my pow'r What my designs have built you have overthrown And I in Zanger's ruine feel my own My patience has not strength for this assault Queen Oh do not make my misery my fault You now confirm all my Prophetick fears I did employ my Reason Pray'rs and Tears To make the Prince his Fatal Love decline I knew you would resent his fault as mine But I alas found my disswasions vain Rox. Why did you not betimes to me complain Queen Who to a Mother could accuse a Son Or lead you to that grief which you would shun When I perceiv'd his Love was fixt so sure That 't was above my Tears and Reasons cure I did resolve in a disguise to flie Where I unknown might in a Cloister die And lest you might suspect what I design'd This Letter I did mean to leave behind Gives her a Letter Which begs your pardon and informs you too My flight was but in thankfulness to you Nor can I doubt your mercy to my Son When I to keep your Love from Zanger's run Roxolana reads the Letter to her self Rox. In taxing you who now so just appear I am more guilty then I thought you were Nor can you your revenge more cruel make Then when you shew the guilt of my mistake Queen Of what is past you shew too great a sense The reparation does exceed th' offence Agen you 'l wound me if you treat me so I only meant my innocence to show You seeing that make me obtain my end Rox. You must my pardon seal and be my Friend Kisses her And that I may deserve what I request I 'le lodge my greatest secret in your breast I know you will be ever kind and just Kisses her agen Queen No obligation binds so much as trust Rox. The Friendship plac'd by my unhappy Son On Mustapha is not to you unknown Queen To that high Friendship I no stranger am A nobler never yet was told by Fame Rox. Ah Queen from that dire friendship I receive The deepest wound which Fate did ever give You know the bloody custom of this Crown Nought but the Sultan's life secures my Son For when the Eldest does the Throne enjoy He must the Younger by our Laws destroy Queen That custom he by friendship will reclaim Rox. Friendship to Love and Pow'r seems but a name Though Mustapha has Virtue and Renown Fit to possess and dignifie a Crown For never yet did any Sultan's Son Perform and promise more than he has done Yet when he shall th' Imperial Scepter bear He must become my Zanger's Murderer For that is made a righteous Law by time Which Law at first did judge the highest Crime Queen Pow'rs private safety is the publick good It lives in health by letting others blood Rox. The Sultan's love gives me a pow'r so high That I to this could give a remedy If Zanger did not secret Friendship pay Even with Religious Rites to Mustapha All my designs fond Zanger does oppose Who saving Mustapha himself will lose Queen Your Fate against your Vertue does conspire Rox. Alas I must destroy what I admire In this attempt I shall your aid implore And since your beauty they do both adore You must love Mustapha and slight my Son Despair may do what reason should have done For Friendship never yet could climb above The high resentments of neglected love Queen Madam the weight you on my bosom lay I cannot bear nor your commands obey Prince Mustapha my love can never have My King and Love are bury'd in one Grave Rox. If Mustapha cannot your love obtain It may suffice when you affection feign Queen But Honour Madam quickly will forget And lose it self whilst it does counterfeit As men a little us'd to speak untrue The just remembrance lose of what they knew Till their first shapes grow to themselves unknown Rox. Can this be said by you who wear a Crown When from your heart your looks do diff'rent show Love does but change the weather of your Brow Which should no more a constant meaning bear Then th' outward face of Heav'n should still be clear The Great should in their Thrones mysterious be Dissembling is no worse then mystery Obscurity is that which terrour moves The gods most awful seem'd in shady Groves And our wise Prophet's Text a rev'rence bears Where it is hard and needs Interpreters Queen I ever was without dissembling bred And in my open Brow my thoughts were read None but the guilty keep themselves unknown Rox. No wonder we so soon subdu'd your Throne When wise Dissimulation which should guard Chief Pow'r and make th' approaches to it hard Was banish'd from your Court to rebell-Rebell-states To Conclaves Councills and small Magistrates These stronger grow then Monarchs who refuse The close false-Armour which their Subjects use Queen Madam you teach what Christians are not taught And seem to soar as high in flights of thought As now
your Empire wide in compass swells Rox. Sure Christian Kings live not in Courts but Cells That is un-courtly-ill-bred innocence Which cannot with dissembled love dispence You must dissemble love to Mustapha And make him think by what you often say That you for Love can mourn and languish too Queen Madam I shall need counsel what to do Rox. How Madam you may counsel take of me But should from Subjects counsel still be free We but in asking it from Subjects give Much more of value then we can receive We give our secrets to them which when known May make their int'rest greater then our own By counsel men perswade or else direct Direction like appointment we suspect And even perswasion does the Throne invade For slaves may govern whom they can perswade Advise your self and boldly then proceed Counsel must yield to courage and to speed Queen When I shall counsel ask I 'le none reveal I can advise my self what to conceal Rox. I 'le press you now no farther but retire Madam improve what Honour shall inspire If that which I request may not be done You ruine me and Zanger and your Son But e're I go assure me of your stay Queen In this because I can I will obey Exit Roxolana No Fortune aims at more than she can do She takes my Crown then tempts my Vertue too I am for Mustapha's true love in debt Which I will never pay with counterfeit Enter Cardinal Card. Madam last night I did advise your stay But now I come to hasten you away Time has been active since I saw you last Queen Shall I trust Councils which can change so fast Card. By various wayes we may our end pursue Councils should alter as their causes do Physicians Madam will not think it strange If I change Med'cines when Diseases change The Pilot of most firm and constant mind Must shift his course and turn with ev'ry wind Enter Thuracus Viche Thur. The Sultan's Troops more swift then in Alarms Are without orders running to their Arms. Viche Rustan does now in sev'ral shapes appear For he is often alter'd by his fear Card. The Army is so bent to Mutiny That Mustapha does counsel you to flye Madam we all are to your flight inclin'd Queen But to this place my Lord I am confin'd And by a tye which has such influence That I will rather dye then flye from hence A Mutinous noise is heard Card. Their anger is grown loud Madam 't is fit That you send out to know the cause of it Queen Make haste my Lords and sev'rally inquire If those who rais'd this storm can raise it higher And when you have the danger of it learn'd Observe how far the Princes are concern'd Exeunt Thuricus Viche Enter Cleora at another door and whispers the Queen Cleor. Zarma has hastily a whisper brought Which says that means for your escape is wrought This Tempest Mustapha would have you shun And she will help to send away your Son Queen O how am I perplext secure him Heav'n Aside I have my Faith to Roxolana given T' assure her of my stay by which my Son May in my Fortunes equal hazard run Whispers Cleora Go strait to Roxolana's Tent and there Observe what change does in her looks appear Exit Cleora Card. Madam you said you would not flye from hence 'T is a resolve of fatal consequence Queen The cause of that resolve I must conceal But will a secret of more use reveal The Prince has by his Presents Zarma won Who will contrive to send away my Son This is a bus'ness worthy your debate Card. Unhappy is the Minister of State Whom for successless counsel you despise Yet that conceal by which he should advise His fate and not his skill you ought to blame Who plays the Cards yet must not see the Game If I but hold the Cards which you will play I throw your judgment not my own away Queen But this which needs your counsel open lies Card. To what you have reveal'd I thus advise Your Son to Buda flying will redeem By his own loss those who abandon'd him You trust the Conquer'd who were false before And by distrust provoke the Conquerour How can your Son by flight advantag'd be Who quits the Port to meet a storm at Sea And doubtless Madam you by staying here The whole revenge of his escape must bear There are the dangers which attend his flight But he is safe in Roxolana's sight For till her growing pow'r you can suspect Doubt not his safety whom she does protect Queen Your reasons urging his continuance here Like Rays of light are sudden strong and clear My Lord as these convince me for his stay So let my counsel hasten you away The Mutinous who now in tumult rise Hate our Religion and your Robe despise This storm you may in Buda safely see Card. Madam it will no more my wonder be That you not trusting me disguis'd appear Since you suspect I am so faint with fear As to forsake my Queen in her distress But Madam walk in Clouds and trust me less Though but in part your mind you will declare Yet in your whole misfortunes I will share And though my counsels may defective seem I 'le by my suff'rings merit your esteem Exit Queen Our greatest Counc'lours think we are unjust VVhen our least thoughts are hidden from their trust And till by knowing th' utmost that we know Those restless Counc'lours may our Rulers grow They do not love us and they sullen seem But after care not though we love not them Exit Enter Solyman Rustan Pyrrhus Shouts are heard from within Soly. What Shouts are these Rust. Shouts which your Souldiers pay Hearing Prince Mustapha has leave to stay Pyrrh About his Tents the joyful Souldiers crowd Soly. There was no need their joy should be so loud Their shouts of Triumph never rose so high Rust. It shews they love him more than Victory And when these shouts they in your presence make It is a sign they love him for your sake Soly. How long can they the Father love who run VVith such a guilty kindness to the Son 'T is much to do it more to show it so Pyrrh Men never fear to pay the debts they owe. Soly. He takes that love which does belong to me And lets me reign but by his courtesie His early acquisition shews his skill In ruling and his pow'r declares his will Rust. Suspicion's good unless it start too soon And then does faster then th' offender run If he pursues too early and too fast Your Armies love he errs but in his haste Your jealousie and his desire to gain That love from which he should a while abstain May be excus'd for neither is a crime But as you both may erre in point of time Pyrrh Why should your Armies kindness be his fault Soly. They love or hate but so as they are taught By fear Usurpers should their pow'r sustain But a true Prince