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 The sophy. Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. [4], 53 p. Printed by Richard Hearne for Thomas Walkley ..., London : 1642.

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THE SOPHY .

As it was acted at the Private House in Black Friars by his Majesties Servants .

LONDON , Printed by Richard Hearne for Thomas Walkley , and are to be sold at his shop at the Signe of the Flying Horse betweene York-house and Britaines Burse . 1642 .

The Prologue . HIther yee come , dislike , and so undo The Players , and disgrace the Poet too ; But he protests against your votes , and sweares Hee'll not be try'd by any , but his Peeres ; He claimes his priviledge , and sayes 'tis fit , Nothing should be the Iudge of wit , but Wit . Now you will all be Wits , and be I pray ; And you that discommend it , mend the Play : 'Tis the best satisfaction , he knowes then , His turne will come , to laugh at you agen . But Gentlemen , if yee dislike the Play , Pray make no words on't till the second day , Or third be past : For we would have you know it , The losse will fall on us , not on the Poet : For he writes not for money , nor for praise , Nor to be call'd a Wit , nor to weare Bayes : Cares not for frownes or smiles : so now you'll say , Then why ( the Devill ) did he write a Play ? He sayes , 'twas then with him , as now with you , He did it when he had nothing else to doe .
The Epilogue . 'TIs done , and we alive agen , and now There is no Tragedie , but in your brow . And yet our Author hopes you are pleas'd , if not ; This having fail'd , he has a second Plot : 'Tis this ; the next day send us in your frends , Then laugh at them , and make your selves amends . Thus , whether it be good , or bad , yet you May please your selves , and you may please us too : But look you please the Poet , lest he vow A full revenge upon you all , but how ? 'Tis not to kill you all twentie a day , Hee'll do't at once , a more compendious way He meanes to write againe ; but so much worse , That seeing that , you'll think it a just curse For censuring this : 'faith give him your applause , As you give Beggars money ; for no cause , But that hee's troublesome , and he has swore , As Beggars do , hee'll trouble you no more .
Actors . Scena Persia . ABBAS King of Persia . MIRZA the Prince his Son . ERYTHaeA the Princesse his wife . HALY the Kings Favourite , Enemies to the Prince . MIRVAN , Haly's Confident ,
ABDALL , Two Lords , friends to the Prince . MORAT ,
CALIPH . SOLYMAN , a foolish Courtier . SOFFY , the Prince his son , now King of Persia . FATYMA , his daughter . 2 Turkish Bashawes . 3 Captaines . 2 Women . Physician . Tormentours .
THE SOPHY .
Actus Primus .
Enter Abdall and Moratt . Mor. MY Lord , you have good intelligence , what newes From the Army , any certainty Of their designe or strength ? Abd. We know not their designe : But for their strength , The disproportion is so great , we cannot , but Expect a fatall consequence . Mor. How great my Lord ? Abd. The Turkes are fourescore thousand Foot , And fiftie thousand Horse . And we in the whole Excceed not forty thousand . Mor. Mee-thinkes the Prince should know That Judgement's more essentiall to a Generall , Then Courage , if he prove victorious 'Tis but a happie rashnesse . Abd. But if he lose the battaile , 'tis an error Beyond excuse , or remedy , considering That halfe the lesser Asia will follow The Victors fortune . Mor. 'Tis his single vertue And terror of his name , that walls us in From danger , were he lost , the naked Empire Would be a prey expos'd to all Invaders . Abd. But is't not necessary The King should know his danger ? Mor. To tell him of so great a danger , Were but to draw a greater on our selves : For though his eye is open as the mornings , Towards lusts and pleasures , yet so fast a lethargie Has seiz'd his powers towards publike cares and dangers He sleepes like death . Abd. Hee's a man of that strange composition , Made up of all the worst extremities Of youth , and age . Mor. And though He feeles the heats of youth , and colds of age , Yet neither tempers , nor corrects the other ; As if there were an Ague in his nature That still inclines to one extreame . Abd. But the Caliph , or Haly , or some that know His softer houres , might best acquaint him with it . Mor. Alas , they shew him nothing But in the glasse of flatterie , if any thing May beare a shew of glory , fame , or greatnesse , 'Tis multiplyed to an immense quantitie , And stretch't even to Divinitie : But if it tend to danger , or dishonour , They turne about the Perspective , and shew it So little , at such distance , so like nothing , That he can scarce discerne it . Abd. 'Tis the fate of Princes , that no knowledge Comes pure to them , but passing through the eyes And eares of other men , it takes a tincture From every channell ; And still beares a rellish Of Flatterie , or private ends . Mor. But danger and necessitie Dare speake the truth . Abd. But commonly They speake not till it is too late : And for Haly , He that shall tell him of the Princes danger , But tells him that himselfe is safe .
Scaena Secunda . Enter King , Princesse , and Solyman . King . Cleare up , cleare up , sweet Erythaea , That cloud that hangs upon thy brow presages A greater storme then all the Turkish power Can throw upon us , me-thinkes I see my fortune Setling her looks by thine , and in thy smile Sits victory , and in thy frowne our ruine : Why should not hope As much erect our thoughts , as feare deject them ; Why should we Anticipate our sorrowes ? 'Tis like those That die for feare of death : What is't you doubt , his courage or his fortune ? Princesse . Envy it selfe could never doubt his courage . King . Then let not love doe worse , by doubting that Which is but valours slave ; a wise well-temper'd valour , For such is his , those Gyants death , and danger , Are but his Ministers , and serve a Master More to be fear'd then they ; and the blinde Goddesse Is led amongst the Captives in his triumph . Princesse . I had rather she had eyes , for if she saw him , Sure she would love him better ; but admit Shee were at once a Goddesse , and his slave , Yet fortune , valour , all is overborne By numbers : as the long resisting Banke By the impetuous Torrent . King . That's but rumour , Ne're did the Turke invade our Territory , But Fame and Terrour doubled still their files : But when our troopes encountred , then we found Scarce a sufficient matter for our fury . But heark , a Post , Solyman conduct him in , A Horne within . 'Tis surely from the Prince . Enter Post , and delivers a Letter . King . Give it our Secretaries , I hope the Prince is well . Post . The Letter will informe you . ( A Messenger . Mess. Sir , the Lords attend you . Ex. Princesse . Enter Lords . King . What newes from the Army ? Lords . Please you to heare the Letter . King . Reade it . Lords . The Turke enraged with his last yeares overthrow , Hath re-enforc't his Army with the choice of all his Janizars , And the flowre of his whole Empire , we Understand by some fugitives , that he hath commanded The Generalls to returne with victory , or expect A shamefull death : what I shall further do , ( Their numbers five times exceeding ours ) I desire to receive directions from your Majesties command . King . Let twenty thousand men be raised . Let fresh supplyes of victuals , and of money , Be sent with speed . Lords . Sir , your Treasures Are quite exhausted , the Exchequer's empty . King . Talke not to me of Treasures , or Exchequers , Send for five hundred of the wealthiest Burgers , Their shops and ships are my Exchequer . Abd. 'Twere better you you could say their hearts . Abd. aside . Sir upon your late demands They answered they were poore . King . Sure the Villaines hold a correspondence With the enemie , and thus they would betray us : First give us up to want , then to contempt , And then to ruine ; but tell those sonnes of earth Ile have their money , or their heads . Winde a horne . 'Tis my command , when such occasions are , No Plea must serve , 'tis cruelty to spare . Another Post . Exit Lords . King . The Prince transported with his youthfull heat , I feare hath gone too farre : 'Tis some disaster , Or else he would not send so thicke : well , bring him in ; I am prepar'd to heare the worst of evils . Enter Solyman and two Captaines . Cap. kisses his hand . King . What , is the Prince besieged in his Trenches , And must have speedy ayd , or die by famine ; Or hath he rashly try'd the chance of warre And lost his Army , and his Liberty . Tell me what Province they demand for ransome : Or if the worst of all mishaps hath fallen , Speake , for he could not die unlike himselfe : Speak freely ; and yet me-thinkes I reade Something of better fortune in thy lookes , But dare not hope it . Cap. Sir , the Prince lives . King . And hath not lost his honour ? Cap. As safe in honour as in life . King . Nor liberty ? Cap. Free as the aire , he breathes . King . Returne with speed : Tell him he shall have money , victuals , men , With all the haste they can be levyed . Farewell . Offers to goe . Cap. But Sir , I have one word more . King . Then be briefe . Cap. So now you are prepar'd , and I may venture . King . What is't ? Cap. Sir , a Fathers love mixt with a Princes care . This shewing dangers greater , and that nearer , Have rais'd your feares too high ; and those remov'd , Too suddenly would let in such a deluge Of joy , as might oppresse your aged spirits , Which made me gently first remove your feares , That so you might have roome to entertaine Your fill of joy : Your sonn's a Conquerour . King . Delude me not with fained hopes , false joyes , It cannot be . And if he can but make A faire Retreat , I shall account it more Then all his former conquests , ( those huge numbers Arm'd with despaire ) the flower of all the Empire . Cap. Sir , I have not us'd to tell you tales or fables , And why should you suspect your happinesse , Being so constant . On my life 'tis true Sir . King . Well , Ile no more suspect My fortune , nor thy faith : Thou and thy newes most welcome , Solyman Goe call the Princesse and the Lords , they shall Participate our joyes , as well as cares . Enter Princesse and Lords . King . Faire daughter , blow away those mists and clouds , And let thy eyes shine forth in their full lustre ; Invest them with thy loveliest smiles , put on Thy choycest lookes : hee's comming will deserve them . Princesse . What , is the Prince return'd with safety ? 'tis above Beleefe or hope . King . I , sweet Erythaea , Laden with spoyles and honour : all thy feares , Thy wakefull terrors , and affrighting dreames , Thy morning sighes , and evening teares have now Their full rewards . And you my Lords Prepare for Masques and Triumphs : Let no circumstance Be wanting , that becomes The greatnesse of our State , or Joy . Behold he comes . Enter Prince with Captaines , and two Captive Bashawes . King . Welcome brave sonne , as welcome to thy father As Phoebus was to Iove , when he had slaine Th' ambitious Gyants that assayl'd the skie ; And as my power resembles that of Ioves , So shall thy glory like high Phoebus shine As bright , and as immortall . Prince . Great Sir , all acquisition Of Glory as of Empire , here I lay before Your Royall feet , happy to be the Instrument To advance either : Sir , I challenge nothing , But am an humble suitor for these prisoners , The late Commanders of the Turkish powers , Whose valours have deserv'd a better fortune . King . Then what hath thine deserv'd ; th' are thine brave Mirzah , Worthy of all thy Royall Ancestors , And all those many Kindomes , which their vertue , Or got , or kept , though thou hadst not beene borne to't . But daughter still your lookes are sad , No longer Ile deferre your joyes , goe take him Into thy chaste embrace , and whisper to him That welcome which those blushes promise . Exit King . Prince . My Erythaea , why entertain'st thou with so sad a brow My long desir'd return , thou wast wont With kisses and sweet smiles , to welcome home My victories , though bought with sweat and bloud ; And long expected . Princesse . Pardon Sir , 'Tis with our soules As with our eyes , that after a long darknesse Are dazled at the approach of sudden light : When i'th' midst of feares we are surpriz'd With unexpected happinesse : the first Degrees of joy are meere astonishment . And 'twas so lately in a dreadfull dreame I saw my Lord so neare destruction , Deprived of his eyes , a wretched Captive ; Then shriekt my selfe awake , then slept againe And dreamt the same ; my ill presaging fancy Suggesting still 'twas true . Prince . Then I forgive thy sadnesse , since love caus'd it , For love is full of feares ; and feare , the shadow Of danger , like the shadow of our bodies , Is greater then , when that which is the cause Is farthest off . Princesse . But still there's something That checks my joyes , Nor can I yet distinguish Which is the apparition , this , or that . Prince . An apparition ? At night I shall resolve that doubt , and make Thy dreames more pleasing . Enter Haly and Mirvan . Mir. The time has beene my Lord , When I was no such stranger to your thoughts ; You were not wont to weare upon your brow A frowne , or smile , but still have thought me worthy , At least to know the cause . Ha. 'Tis true , Thy breast hath ever beene the Cabinet Where I have lockt my secrets . Mir. And did you ever finde That any art could picke the locke , or power Could force it open . Ha. No , I have ever found thee Trusty and secret . But is't observ'd i'th' Court That I am sad ? Mir. Observ'd ? 'tis all mens wonder and discourse , That in a Joy so great , so universall , You should not beare a part . Ha. Discour'st of too ? Mir. Nothing but treason More commonly , more boldly spoken . So singular a sadnesse Must have a cause as strange as the effect : And griefe conceal'd , like hidden fire consumes ; Which flaming out , would call in helpe to quench it . Ha. But since thou canst not mend it , To let thee know it will but make thee worse ; Silence and time shall cure it . Mir. But in diseases when the cause is knowne , 'Tis more then halfe the cure : You have my Lord My heart to counsell , and my hand to act , And my advice and actions both have met Successe in things unlikely . Ha. But this Is such a secret , I dare hardly trust it To my owne soule . And though it be a crime , In friendship to betray a trusted Counsell , Yet to conceale this were a greater crime , And of a higher nature . Mir. Now I know it , And your endeavour to conceale it , Speakes it more plainly . 'Tis some plot upon the Prince . Ha. Oh thou hast toucht my soare , and having searcht it , Now heale it if thou canst : The Prince doth hate me , Or loves me not , or loves another better , Which is all one . This being knowne in Court , Has rendred me despis'd , and scorn'd of all : For I that in his absence Blaz'd like a starre of the first magnitude , Now in his brighter sun-shine am not seene : No applications now , no troopes of suitors ; No power , no not so much as to doe mischiefe . Mir. My Lord , I am asham'd of you , So ill a master in an art , so long Profest , and practiz'd by you to be angry , And angry with a Prince . And yet to shew it In a sad looke , or womanish complaint : How can you hope to compasse your designes , And not dissemble 'em . Goe flatter and adore him , Stand first among the crowd of his admirers . Ha. Oh I have often spread those nets , but he Hath ever beene too wise to thinke them reall . Mir. However , Dissemble still , thanke him for all his injuries ; Take 'em for favours , if at last You cannot gaine him ; some pretty nimble poyson May doe the feat . Or if he will abroad Finde him some brave and honourable danger . Ha. Have I not found him out as many dangers As Iuno did for Hercules : yet he returnes Like Hercules , doubled in strength and honour . Mir. If danger cannot doe it , then trie pleasure , Which when no other enemie survives , Still conquers all the Conquerours . Endeavour To soften his ambition into lust , Contrive fit opportunities , and lay Baytes for temptation . Ha. Ile leave nothing unattempted : But sure this will not take , for all his Passions , Affections , and Faculties are slaves Onely to his ambition . Mir. Then let him fall by his owne greatnesse , And puffe him up with glory , till it swell And breake him . First , betray him to himselfe , Then to his ruine : From his vertues suck a poyson , As Spiders doe from flowers ; praise him to his father , You know his nature : Let the Princes glory Seeme to ecclipse , and cast a cloud on his ; And let fall something that may raise his jealousie : But least he should suspect it , draw it from him As fishers doe the bayte , to make him follow it . Ha. But the old King is so suspitious . Mir. But withall Most fearefull : He that viewes a Fort to take it Plants his Artillerie gainst the weakest part : Worke on his feares , till feare hath made him cruell ; And cruelty shall make him feare againe . Me thinkes ( my Lord ) you that so oft have sounded And fathom'd all his thoughts , that know the deeps And shallowes of his heart , should need no instruments To advance your ends , his passions , and his feares Lye Liegers for you in his brest , and there Negotiate their affaires . Enter King , Solyman , and Lords to them . King . Solyman , be it your care to entertaine the Captaines And the Prisoners , and use them kindly . Sol. Sir , I am not for entertainments now I am melancholy . King . What , griev'd for our good fortune ? Sol. No Sir , but now the warres are , done , we want pretences To put off Creditors : I am haunted Sir . King . Not with Ghosts . Sol. No Sir , Materiall and Substantiall Devils . King . I know the cause , what is't thou ow'st them ? Sol. Not much Sir , but so much , as spoyles me for a good fellow ; 'Tis but 2000 Dollars . A small summe — to you Sir . King . Well , it shall be paid . Sol. Then if the Devill come for drinking , let me alone with him . Well , Drinke , I love thee but too well already , But I shall love thee better hereafter : I have often Drunke my selfe into debt , but never out of debt till now . Exeunt .
Finis Act. Primi .
Actus Secundus .
Scaena Prima . Enter Prince , Haly , Captaines and Prisoners , Bashawes . Prince . Captaines , me-thinkes you looke like fishes out of water , I see the Court is not your element : You must to the warres againe . 1. Cap. Faith Sir , These young Gallants are so taken up with Their Mistresses ; I doubt their edge is taken off from The warres . 2. Cap. I , and their backes too . 1. Cap. But for us old ones we're weary of being laught at By these Court hobby-horses , for making legges , and Kissing hands unhandsomely . 2. Cap. And to be censured by the she criticks , because our Legges are bigger then the Court standard , And therefore out of fashion . 1. Cap. And such a gigling , because ones band's unpin'd ; Anothers beard not well turn'd up : And such a Fiddle faddle , 'tis not to be endur'd . Prince . Well , howsoever you are dealt with , Pray let these strangers finde such entertainment As you would have desir'd , Had but the chance of warre determin'd it For them , as now for us ; and you brave enemies Forget your Nation , and ungratefull Master : And know that I can set so high a price On valour , though in foes , as to reward it With trust and honour . 1. Bashaw . Sir , your twice conquered Vassals , First by your courage , then your clemencie , Here humbly vow to sacrifice their lives , ( The gift of this your unexampled mercy ) To your commands and service . Prince to Haly. I pray ( my Lord ) second my suite , I have already mov'd the King in private , That in our next yeares expedition they may have Some command . Ha. I shall , my Lord , And glad of the occasion . aside . I wonder Sir you'le leave the Court , the sphere Where all your graces in full lustre shine . Prince . I Haly , but the reputation Of vertuous actions past , if not kept up With an accesse , and fresh supply of new ones , Is lost and soone forgotten : and like Palaces , For want of habitation and repaire , Dissolve to heapes of ruine . Ha. But can you leave , Sir , Your old indulgent father , and forsake The embraces of so faire , so chaste a wife , And all the beauties of the Court besides , Are mad in love , and dote upon your person : And is't not better sleeping in their armes , Then in a cold Pavilion in the campe , Where your short sleepes are broke and interrupted With noyses and alarms ? Prince . Haly , thou know'st not me , how I despise These short and empty pleasures ; and how low They stand in my esteeme which every Peasant , The meanest Subject in my fathers Empire Enjoyes as fully , in as high perfection As he or I ; and which are had in common By beasts aswell as men : wherein they equall , If not exceed us , pleasures to which wee're led Onely by sence ; those creatures which have least Of reason , most enjoy . Ha. Is not The Empire you are borne to , a Scene large enough To exercise your vertues ? There are vertues Civill aswell as militarie ; for the one You have given the world an ample proofe already : Now exercise the other , 'tis no lesse To governe justly , make your Empire flourish With wholesome lawes , in riches , peace and plenty , Then by the expence of wealth , and bloud to make New acquisitions . Prince . That I was borne so great , I owe to fortune , And cannot pay that debt , till vertue set me High in example , as I am in title ; Till what the world calls fortune's gifts my actions , May stile their owne rewards , and those too little . Princes are then themselves , when they arise More glorious in mens thoughts then in their eyes . Ha. Sir , your fame Already fils the world , and what is infinite Cannot receive degrees , but will swallow All that is added , as our Caspian sea Receives our rivers , and yet seemes not fuller : And if you tempt her more , the winde of fortune May come about , and take another point And blast your glories . Prince . No , My glories are past danger , they're full blowne , Things that are blasted are but in their bud ; And as for fortune , I nor love , nor feare her : I am resolved , goe Haly , flatter still your aged Master , Still sooth him in his pleasures , and still grow Great by those arts . Well , farewell Court , Where vice not onely hath usurp't the place , But the reward , and even the name of vertue ; Wee'le goe and hunt , it is a Princely sport And much resembles warre . Cap. Such warres as ours , Where we have us'd to follow chases . Prince . It shewes us pretty dangers , and acquaints us With scituations , while I view the hills , The thickets , and the rivers ; here me-thinkes , With best advantage I could pitch my campe : Here range my Army , there the battaile joyne ; Here make a safe retreat , and there enclose The enemie , as beasts within a toyle : And yet I can observe the chased Stagge , How he can cast about to seeke his safety ; And when he sees his death is unavoydable , How he will weepe . I can observe the Dogs too , How some in swiftnesse , some in scent excell ; Others in cry : But let us lose no time , Me-thinkes the Courts a prison . Ex , Man. Ha. Still , still , Sleighted and scorn'd , yet this affront Hath stampt a noble title on my malice , And married it to Justice . The King is old , And when the Prince succeedes , I'me lost past all recovery , then I Must meet my danger , and destroy him first ; But cunningly , and closely , or his sonne And wife , like a fierce Tygresse will devoure me . There's danger every way ; and since 'tis so , 'Tis brave , and noble , when the falling waight Of my owne ruine crushes those I hate : But how to doe it , that's the worke , he stands So high in reputation with the people , There's but one way , and that's to make his father The instrument , to give the name , and envie To him ; but to my selfe the prize and glory . He's old and jealous , apt for suspitions , gainst which tyrants ears Are never clos'd . The Prince is young , Fierce , and ambitious , I must bring together All these extreames , and then remove all Mediums , That each may be the others object . Enter Mirvan . Mir. My Lord , Now if your plots be right , you are befriended With opportunity ; The King is melancholy , Apted for any ill impressions . Make an advantage of the Princes absence , Urge some suspected cause of his departure , Use all your art , hee's comming . Exit . Mir. Enter King . Ha. Sir , have you knowne an action of such glory Lesse swel'd with ostentation , or a minde Lesse tainted with felicitie . 'Tis a rare temper in the Prince . King . Is it so rare to see a sonne so like His father ? Have not I perform'd actions As great , and with as great a moderation ? Ha. I Sir , but that's forgotten . Actions o'th' last age are like Almanacks o'th' last yeare . King . 'Tis well , but if with all his conquests , what I get in Empire I lose in fame , I thinke my selfe no gainer . But am I quite forgotten ? Ha. Sir , you know Age breeds neglect in all , and actions Remote in time , like objects Remote in place , are not beheld at halfe their greatnesse ; And what is new , findes better acceptation , Then what is good or great : yet some old men Tell Stories of you in their chimney corners . King . No otherwise . Ha. They're all so full of him : some magnifie His courage , some his wit , but all admire A greatnesse so familiar . King . Sure Haly Thou hast forgot thy selfe : art thou a Courtier , Or I a King ? my eares are unacquainted With such bold truthes ; especially from thee . Ha. Sir , when I am call'd to't , I must speake Boldly and plainly . King . But with what eagernesse , what circumstance , Unaskt , thou tak'st such paines to tell me onely My sonne's the better man . Ha. Sir , where Subjects want the priviledge To speake ; there Kings may have the priviledge To live in ignorance . King . If 'twere a secret that concern'd my life Or Empire , then this boldnesse might become thee , But such unnecessary rudenesse savours Of some designe . And this is such a false and squint-ey'd praise , Which seeming to looke upwards on his glories , Lookes downe upon my feares ; I know thou hat'st him , And like infected persons faine would'st rub The ulcer of thy malice upon me . Ha. Sir , I almost beleeve you speake your thoughts , But that I want the guilt to make me feare it . King . What meane these guilty blushes then ? Ha. Sir , if I blush , it is because you doe not , To upbraid so try'd a servant , that so often Have wak'd , that you might sleepe ; and beene expos'd To dangers for your safety . King . And therefore think'st Thou art so wrapt , so woven into all My trusts and counsells , that I now must suffer All thy Ambition aymes at . Ha. Sir , if your love growes weary , And thinks you have worne me long enough , I'me willing To be left off ; but hee's a foolish Sea-man , That when his shippe is sinking , will not Unlade his hopes into another bottome . King . I understand no Allegories . Ha. And hee's as ill a Courtier , that when His Master's old , desires not to comply With him that must succeed . King . But if He will not be comply'd with ? Ha. Oh Sir , There's one sure way , and I have knowne it practiz'd In other States . King . What's that ? Ha. To make The fathers life the price of the sonnes favour , To walke upon the graves of our dead Masters , To our owne securitie . King starts and scratches his head . Ha. aside . 'Tis this must take : Does this plainnesse please you Sir ? King . and Haly : thou know'st my nature , too too apt To these suspitions , but I hope the question Was never mov'd to thee . Ha. In other Kingdomes Sir . King . But has my sonne no such designe . Ha. Alas , You know I hate him ; and should I tell you He had , you'd say it was but malice . King . No more of that good Haly , I know thou lov'st me , But least the care of future safety tempt thee To forfeit present loyaltie ; or present loyaltie Forfeit thy future safety . Ile 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. 'Tis 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 , 'Tis true , they love him but as their Generall , not their Prince . And though he be most forward and ambitious , 'Tis 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 ; 'tis true In popular States , or where the Princes Title Is weake , and must be propt by the peoples power ; There by familiar wayes 'tis 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 'tis 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 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 'tis 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 , 'tis 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 , 'tis 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 'twill 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 . 'Tis 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 , 'tis 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 'tis 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 : 'Tis possible It may be some mistake , or mis-report , Some false suggestion , or malicious scandall : Or if ambition be his fault , 'twas yours , He had it from you when he had his beeing ; Nor was't his fault , nor yours , for 'tis 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 receive you If you please , to seeke safety with us . King . Now my Lords , Alas my feares are causelesse , and ungrounded Fantastick dreames , and melancholike fumes Of crazie stomacks , and distempered braines : Has this convinc't you ? Mor. Sir , we see Some reason you should feare , but whom , we know not ; 'Tis possible these Turkes may play the Villaines , Knowing the Prince , the life of all our hopes , Staffe of your age , and pillar of your Empire ; And having fail'd by force , may use this Art To ruine him , and by their treason here To make their peace at home . Now should this prove a truth , when he ha's suffred Death , or disgrace , which are to him the same , 'Twill be too late to say you were mistaken , And then to cry him mercy : Sir , we beseech you A while suspend your doome , till time produce Her wonted off-spring Truth . King . And so expecting The event of what you thinke , shall prove the experiment Of what I feare ; but since he is my sonne , I cannot have such violent thoughts towards him As his towards me : he onely shall remaine A prisoner till his death , or mine enlarge him . Exit Lords , Man. Haly. Solyman peepes in . King . Away , away , wee're serious . Sol. But not so serious to neglect your safety . King . Art thou in earnest ? Sol. Nay Sir , I can be serious aswell as my betters . King . What's the matter ? Sol. No , I am an inconsiderable fellow , and know nothing . King . Let's heare that nothing then : Sol. The Turkes Sir . King . What of them ? Sol. When they could not overcome you by force , they'le Doe it by treacherie . King . As how ? Sol. Nay , I can see as farre into a milstone , as another man . They have corrupted some ill-affected persons . King . What to doe ? Sol. To nourish Jealousies 'twixt you and your sonce . King . My sonne ? where is he ? Sol. They say hee's posting hither . King . Haly , we are betrayed , prevented , looke to the Ports , and let The Guards be doubled : how farre's his Army hence ? Is the Citie in armes to joyne with him ? Sol. Armes ? and joyne with him ? I understand you not . King . Didst thou not say the Prince was comming ? Sol. I heard some foolish people say you had sent for Him , as a Traytor , which to my apprehension was on Purpose spoken to make you odious , and him desperate ; And so divide the people into faction . A Plot of Dangerous consequence , as I take it Sir . King . And is this all , thou sawcy trifling foole ? Away With him . Haly. Sir , this seeming foole is a concealed dangerous knave , Under that safe disguise he thinks he may say or doe Any thing : you'le little thinke him the chiefe conspirator , The onely spy t'informe the Prince of all is done in Court . King . Let him be rack't and tortur'd , till he confesse The whole conspiracie . Sol. Rack't , and tortur'd ? I have told you all I know , and more ; There's nothing more in me Sir , but may be squeezed Out without racking , onely a stoope or two of Wine ; And if there had not beene too much of that , you had Not had so much of the other . King . That's your cunning , sirrah . Sol. Cunning Sir , I am no Polititian ; and was ever thought to have Too little wit , and too much honesty for a States-man . Exit . King . Away with him . Ha. But something must be done Sir , to satisfie the people : 'Tis not enough to say he did designe , Or plot , or thinke , but did attempt some violence , And then some strange miraculous escape , For which our Prophet must have publique thankes ; And this false colour shall delude the eyes Of the amazed vulgar . King . 'Tis well advis'd . Enter Mess. Mess. Sir , His highnesse is return'd . King . And unconstrain'd ? But with what change of countenance Did he receive the message . Mess. With some amazement , But such as sprung from wonder , not from feare , It was so unexpected . King . Leave us . Haly , I ever found thee honest ; truer to me Then mine owne bloud , and now's the time to shew it : For thou art he my love and trust hath chosen To put in action my designe : surprise him As he shall passe the Galleries . I'le place A guard behind the Arras ; when thou hast him , Since blinded with ambition , he did soare Like a seel'd Dove ; his crime shall be his punishment To be depriv'd of sight , which see perform'd With a hot steele . Now as thou lov'st my safety Be resolute , and suddaine . Ha. 'Tis severe , But yet I dare not intercede , it shall be done ; But is that word irrevocable ? King . I , as yeares , or ages past ; relent not , if thou do'st Exit . King . Enter Mirvan . Mir. Why so melancholy ? is the designe discovered . Ha. No , but I am made the instrument , That still endeavoured to disguise my plots With borrowed lookes , and make'em walke in darkenesse , To act 'em now my selfe ; be made the marke For all the peoples hate , the Princesse curses , And his sonnes rage , or the old Kings inconstancy , For this to Tyranny belongs , To forget service , but remember wrongs . Mir. But could not you contrive Some fine pretence to cast it on some other . Ha. No , he dares trust no other ; had I given But the least touch of any private quarrell , My malice to his sonne , not care of him , Had then begot this service . Mir. 'Tis but t'other plot my Lord , you know The King by other wives had many sonnes Soffy is but a childe , and you already Command the Emperours Guard ; procure for me The governement o'th' Citie , when he dies , Urge how unfortunate those States have beene Whose Princes are but children : then set the Crowne Upon some others head , that may acknowledge And owe the Empire to your gift . Ha. It shall be done Abdall , who commands The Citie , is the Princes friend , and therefore Must be displac't , and thou shalt straight succeed him . Thou art my better Genius , honest Mirvan , Greatnesse we owe to fortune , or to fate , But wisedome onely can secure that state . Ex. Enter Prince at one doore , and Princesse at another . Princesse . You're double welcome now ( my Lord ) your comming Was so unlook't for . Prince . To me I'me sure it was ; Know'st thou the cause ? for sure it was important , That calls me backe so suddenly . Princesse . I am so ignorant , I knew not you were sent for . Waking I know no cause , but in my sleepe My fancy still presents such dreames , and terrors , As did Andromache's the night before Her Hector fell ; but sure 'tis more then fancie . Either our guardian Angels , or the Gods Inspire us , or some naturall instinct , Fore-tells approaching dangers . Prince . How does my father . Princesse . Still talkes and playes with Fatyma , but ' his mirth Is forc't , and strain'd : In his looke appeares A wilde distracted fiercenesse , I can reade Some dreadfull purpose in his face ; but where This dismall cloud will breake , and spend his furie , I dare not thinke : pray heaven make false his feares . Sometimes his anger breakes through all disguises , And spares nor gods , nor men ; and then he seemes Jealous of all the world : suspects , and starts , And looks behinde him . Enter Morat , as in haste . Mor. Sir , with hazard of my life I've ventur'd To tell you , you are lost , betray'd , undone ; Rouze up your courage , call up all your counsells , And thinke on all those stratagems which nature Keepes ready to encounter sudden dangers . Prince . But pray ( my Lord ) by whom ? for what offence ? Mor. Is it a time for story , when each minute Begets a thousand dangers ? the gods protect you . Ex. Prince . This man was ever honest , and my friend , And I can see in his amazed looke , Something of danger ; but in act , or thought , I never did that thing should make me feare it . Princesse . Nay good Sir , let not so secure a confidence Betray you to your ruine . Prince . Prethee woman Keepe to thy selfe thy feares , I cannot know That there is such a thing ; I stand so strong , Inclosed with a double guard of Vertue , And Innocence , that I can looke on dangers , As he that stands upon a Rocke , Can looke on stormes , and tempests . Feare and guilt Are the same thing ; and when our actions are not , Our feares are crimes . And he deserves it lesse that guilty beares A punishment , then he that guiltlesse feares . Ex. Enter Haly , and Torturers . Ha. This is the place appointed , assist me courage , This houre ends all my feares ; but pause a while , Suppose I should discover to the Prince The whole conspiracie , and so retort it Upon the King ; it were an handsome plot , But full of difficulties , and uncertaine ; And hee's so fool'd with downe-right honesty , Hee'le ne're beleeve it ; and now it is too late ; The guards are set , and now I heare him comming . Enter Prince , stumbles at the entrance . Prince . 'Tis ominous , but I will on ; destruction O'retakes as often those that fly , as those that boldly meet it . Ha. By your leave Prince , your father greets you . Prince . Unhand me traytors . [ Haly casts a scarfe over his face . ] Ha. That title is your owne , and we are sent to let you know it . Is not that the voyce of Haly that thunders in my eares . Ha. I , vertuous Prince , I come to make you exercise One vertue more : your patience . [ Heat the irons quickly . ] Prince . Insolent villaine , for what cause ? Ha. Onely to gaze upon a while , untill your eyes are out . Prince . O villaine , shall I not see my father ? To aske him what's my crime ? who my accusers ? Let me but try if I can wake his pitty From his Lethargicke sleepe . Ha. It must not be Sir . Prince . Shall I not see my wife , nor bid farewell To my deare children ? Ha. Your pray'rs are all in vaine . Prince . Thou shalt have halfe my Empire Haly , let me but See the Tyrant , that before my eyes are lost They may dart poys'nous flashes like the Basiliske , And looke him dead : These eyes that still were open , Or to fore-see , or to prevent his dangers , Must they be closed in eternall night ? Cannot his thirst of bloud be satisfied With any but his owne ? And can his tyrannie Finde out no other object but his sonne ? I seeke not mercy , tell him I desire To die at once , not to consume an age In lingring deathes . Ha. Our eares are charm'd : Away with him . Prince . Can ye behold ( ye Gods ) a wronged innocent ? Or sleepes your Justice , like my fathers Mercy ? Or are you blinde ? as I must be .
Finis Act. Tertii .
Actus Quartus . Enter Ab. and Morat . Ab. I ever fear'd the Princes too much greatnesse Would make him lesse , the greatest heights are neare The greatest precipice . Mor. 'Tis in worldly accidents As in the world it selfe , where things most distant Meet one another : Thus the East , and West , Upon the Globe , a Mathematick point Onely divides ; Thus happinesse , and miserie , And all extreames are still contiguous . Ab. Or , if 'twixt happinesse , and miserie , there be A distance ; 'tis an Aery Vacuum , Nothing to moderate , or breake the fall . Mor. But oh this Saint-like Devill ! This damned Caliph , to make the King beleeve To kill his sonne , 's religion . Ab. Poore Princes , how are they mis-led , While they , whose sacred office 'tis to bring Kings to obey their God , and men their King , By these mysterious linkes to fixe and tye Them to the foot-stoole of the Deity : Even by these men , Religion , that should be The curbe , is made the spurre to tyrannie ; They with their double key of conscience binde The Subjects soules , and leave Kings unconfin'd ; While their poore Vassals sacrifice their blouds T'Ambition ; and to Avarice , their goods ; Blinde with Devotion . They themselves esteeme Made for themselves , and all the world for them ; While heavens great law , given for their guide , appeares Just , or unjust , but as it waytes on theirs : Us'd , but to give the eccho to their words , Power to their wills , and edges to their swords . To varnish all their errors , and secure The ills they act , and all the world endure . Thus by their arts Kings awe the world , while they , Religion , as their mistresse , seeme t'obey ; Yet as their slave command her , while they , seeme To rise to Heaven , they make Heaven stoope to them . Mor. Nor is this all , where feign'd devotion bends The highest things , to serve the lowest ends : For if the many-headed beast hath broke , Or shaken from his necke the royall yoake , With popular rage , religion doth conspire , Flowes into that , and swells the torrent higher ; Then powers first pedigree from force derives , And calls to minde the old prerogatives Of free-borne man , and with a saucy eye Searches the heart , and soule of Majestie ; Then to a strict account , and censure brings The actions , errors , and the ends of Kings ; Treads on authority , and sacred lawes , Yet all for God , and his pretended cause , Acting such things for him , which he in them , And which themselves in others will condemne ; And thus ingag'd , nor safely can retire , Nor safely stand , but blindly bold aspire , Forcing their hopes even through despaire , to climbe To new attempts ; disdaine the present time , Grow from disdaine to threats , from threats to armes , While they ( though sonnes of peace ) still sound th' alarm's : Thus whether Kings or people seeke extreames , Still conscience and religion are their Theams : And whatsoever change the State invades , The pulpit either forces , or perswades . Others may give the fewell , or the fire ; But they the breath , that makes the flame inspire . Ab. This , and much more is true , but let not us Adde to our ills , and aggravate misfortunes , By passionate complaints , nor lose our selves , Because we have lost him ; for if the Tyrant Were to a sonne so noble , so unnaturall , What will he be to us ? who have appear'd Friends to that sonne . Mor. Well thought on , and in time ; Farewell unhappy Prince , while we thy friends , As strangers to our Countrey , and our selves , Seeke out our safety , and expect with patience Heavens Justice . Ab. Let's rather act it , then expect it : The Princes injuries at our hands require More then our teares , and patience : His army is not yet disbanded , And onely wants a head ; thither wee'le fly , And all who love the Prince , or hate the Tyrant , Will follow us . Mor. Nobly resolv'd , and either wee'le restore The Prince , or perish in the brave attempt . Yee Gods , since what we meane to execute , Is your high office ( to avenge the innocent ) Assist us with a fortune , equall to The justice of our action , lest the world Should thinke it selfe deluded , and mistrust That you want will , or power to be just . Ex. Enter Haly. Ha. 'Tis done , and 'twas my master-piece , to worke My safety 'twixt two dangerous extreames ; Now like a skilfull sayler have I past Scylla and Charybdis , I have scap't the rocke Of steepe Ambition , and the gulfe of Jealousie , A danger lesse avoyded , 'cause lesse fear'd . Enter Mirvan . Mir. What's done my Lord ? Ha. Enough I warrant you ; imprison'd , and depriv'd of sight . Mir. No more ? this but provokes him : can you thinke Your selfe secure , and he alive ? Ha. The rest o'th' businesse will doe it selfe ; He can aswell endure a prison , as a wilde Bull the net : There let him struggle , and toyle himselfe to death , And save us so much envy . Mir. But if his father should relent , such injuries Can receive no excuse or colour , but to be Transfer'd upon his Counsellors ; and then The forfeiture of them redeemes his errour . Ha. We must set a marke upon his passion , And as we finde it running low , What ebbes from his , into our rage shall flow . Why , should we be more wicked Then we must needes ? Mir. Nay , if you sticke at conscience , More gallant actions have beene lost , for want of being Compleatly wicked ; then have beene perform'd By being exactly vertuous . 'Tis hard to be Exact in good , or excellent in ill ; Our will wants power , or else our power wants skill . Exit . Enter Solyman , and Tormentors . Sol. But Gentlemen , was the King in earnest ? I can scarce beleeve it . Tor. You will when you feele it . Sol. I pray have any of you felt it , to tell me what it is . Tor. No Sir , but Some of your fellow Courtiers can tell you , That use something like it , to mend their shapes , 'Twill make you so straight and slender . Sol. Slender ? because I was slender in my wits , must I be drawne Slender in my waste ? I'de rather grow wise , And corpulent . Tor. Come Sir , 'tis but a little stretching . Sol. No , no more's hanging ; and sure this will be the death of me : I remember my Grandmother died of Convulsion fits . Tor. Come Sir , prepare , prepare . Sol. I , for another world : I must repent first . Tor. Quickly then . Sol. Then first I repent that sinne of being a Courtier . And secondly , the greatest sinne one can commit in that place , the speaking of truth . Tor. Have you no more sinnes ? Sol. Some few trifles more , not worth the remembring ; Drinking , and whoring , and swearing , and such like : But for those let 'em passe . Tor. Have you done now ? Sol. Onely some good counsell to the standers by . Tor. We thanke you for that Sir . Sol. Nay Gentlemen , mistake me not , 'Tis not that I love you , but because 'tis a thing of course For dying men . Tor. Let's have it then . Sol. First then , if any of you are fooles ( as I thinke that But a needlesse question ) be fooles still , and labour still In that vocation , then the worst will be but whipping , Where , but for seeming wise , the best is racking . But if you have the luck to be Court fooles , those that have Either wit or honesty , you may foole withall and spare not ; But for those that want either , You'le finde it rather dangerous then otherwise ; I could give you a moderne Instance or two , but let that passe : but if you happen to be State fooles , then 'tis But fooling on the right side , and all's well ; then you shall at least be Wise mens fellowes , if not wise mens masters . But of all things take heed of giving any man good counsell , You see what I have got by it ; and yet like a foole , must I be doing on't againe . Tor. Is this all . Sol. All , but a little in my owne behalfe . Remember , Gentlemen , I am at my full growth , and my joynts are knit ; and yet My sinewes are not Cables . Tor. Well , wee'le remember't . Sol. But stay Gentlemen , what thinke you of a bottle now ? Tor. I hope you are more serious . Sol. If you but knew how dry a thing this sorrow is , Especially meeting with my constitution ; which is As thirsty as any serving-mans . Tor. Let him have it , it may be 'twill make him confesse . Sol. Yes , I shall , I shall lay before you all that's within me , And with most fluent utterance . Here's to you all Gentlemen , and let him that's good Natur'd in his drinke , pledge me . [ Drinkes ] So , me-thinkes I feele it in my joynts already , It makes 'em supple . [ Drinkes againe . ] Now I feele it in my braines , it makes 'em swimme , As if the racke would be a shipwracke . Tor. You are witty Sir . Sol. This is nothing but a poore clinch , I have A thousand of 'em , ( a trick I learn't amongst the Statesmen . ) [ Drinks again . ] Tor. Hold Sir , you have no measure of your selfe . Sol. What doe you talke of measure , you'le take Measure of me with a vengeance . Well racke , I defie thee , doe thy worst , I would thou wert Man , Gyant , or Monster . Gentlemen , now if I happen to fall asleepe Upon this Engine , pray wake me not too suddenly ; You see here's good store of wine , and if it be Over-rackt , 'twill come up with lees and all : There I was with you againe , and now I am for you . Exeunt . Enter Prince , being blinde , solus . Prince . Nature , How didst thou mocke mankinde to make him free , And yet to make him feare ; or when he lost That freedome , why did he not lose his feare ? That feare of feares , the feare of what we know not , While yet we know it is in vaine to feare it : Death , and what followes death , 'twas that that stamp't A terrour on the brow of Kings ; that gave Fortune her deity , and Jove his thunder . Banish but feare of death , those Gyant names Of Majestie , Power , Empire , finding nothing To be their object , will be nothing too : Then he dares yet be free that dares to die , May laugh at the grim face of law and scorne , The cruell wrinkle of a Tyrants brow ; But yet to die so tamely , O'recome by passion and misfortune , And still unconquer'd by my foes , sounds ill , Below the temper of my spirit ; Yet to embrace a life so poore , so wretched , So full of deaths , argues a greater dulnesse ; But I am dead already , nor can suffer More in the other world . For what is Hell But a long sleeplesse night ? and what's their torment , But to compare past joyes with present sorrowes . And what can death deprive me of ? the sight Of day , of children , friends , and hope of Empire ; And whatsoever others lose in death , In life I am depriv'd of , then I will live Onely to die reveng'd : nor will I goe Downe to the shades alone . Prompt me some wittie , some revengefull Devill , His Devill that could make a bloudy feast Of his owne sonne , and call the gods his guests . Her's that could kill her aged Sire , and cast Her brothers scatter'd limbs to Wolves and Vultures . Or his that slew his father , to enjoy His mothers bed ; and greater then all those , My fathers Devill . Come mischiefe , I embrace thee , fill my soule ; And thou revenge ascend , and beare the Scepter O're all my other passions ; banish thence All that are coole , and tame . Know old Tyrant , My heart's to big to breake , I know thy feares Exceed my sufferings , and my revenge , Though but in hope , is much a greater pleasure Then thou canst take in punishing . Then my anger Sinke to the Center of my heart , and there Lye close in ambush , till my seeming patience Hath made the cruell Tyrant as secure , Though with as little cause , as now hee's jealous . Whose there ? Enter two or three . I finde my nature would returne To her old course , I feele an inclination To some repose ; welcome thou pleasing slumber ; A while embrace me in thy leaden armes , And charme my carefull thoughts . Conduct me to my bed . Exit . Enter King , Haly , and Caliph . King . How doe's the Prince ? how beares he his restraint ? Ha. Why Sir , as all great spirits Beare great and sudden changes , with such impatience As a Numidian Lyon ; when first caught , Endures the toyle that holds him . He would thinke of nothing But present death , and sought all violent meanes To compasse it . But time hath mitigated Those furious heats , he now returnes to food And sleepe , admits the conversation Of those that are about him . King . I would I had not So easily beleev'd my feares , I was too sudden , I would it were undone . Cal. If you lament it , That which now lookes like Justice , will be thought An inconsiderate rashnesse . King . But there are in nature Such strong returnes : that I punish't him I doe not grieve ; but that he was my sonne . Ha. But it concernes you to beare up your passion , And make it good ; for if the people know That you have cause to grieve for what is done , They'le thinke you had no cause at first to doe it . King to the Ca. Go visit him from me , and teach him patience , Since neither all his furie , nor my sorrow Can helpe what's past ; tell him my severitie To him shall in some measure be requited , By my indulgence to his children . And if he desire it , Let them have accesse to him : endeavour to take off His thoughts from revenge , by telling him of Paradise , and I know not what pleasures In the other world . Cal. I shall , Sir . Exit King and Ca. Man. Ha. Enter Mirvan . Ha. Mirvan , the King relents , and now there's left No refuge but the last , he must be poysoned ; And suddenly , lest he survive his father . Mir. But handsomely , lest it appeare . Ha. Appeare ! To whom ? you know there's none about him But such as I have plac't ; and they shall say 'Twas discontent , or abstinence . Mir. But at the best 'Twill be suspected . Ha. Why , though't be knowne , Wee'le say he poysoned himselfe . Mir. But the curious will pry further Then bare report , and the old Kings suspitions Have piercing eyes . Ha. But those nature Will shortly close : you see his old disease Growes strong upon him . Mir. But if he should recover ? Ha. But I have cast his nativitie , he cannot , he must not . I'th' meane time I have so besieg'd him , So block't up all the passages , and plac't So many Centinels , and Guards upon him , That no intelligence can be convey'd But by my instruments . But this businesse will require More heads and hands then ours : Goe you to the prison And bring the Keeper privately to me , To give him his instructions . Ex. severall wayes . Enter Prince and Caliph . Cal. Sir , I am commanded by the King To visite you . Prince . What , to give a period to my life ? And to his feares ? You're welcome ; here's a throat , A heart , or any other part , ready to let In death , and receive his commands . Ca. My Lord , I am no messenger , nor minister of death , 'Tis not my function . Prince . I should know that voyce . Ca. I am the Caliph , and am come to tell you , your father Is now returned to himselfe : Nature ha's got The victory o're passion , all his rigour Is turn'd to griefe and pitty . Prince . Alas good man ! I pitty him , and his infirmities ; His doubts , and feares , and accidents of age , Which first provok't his crueltie . Ca. He bid me tell you , His love to yours should amply recompence His cruelty to you : And I dare say 'tis reall ; For all his thoughts , his pleasures , and delights , Are fixt on Fatyma : when he is sad She comforts him ; when sicke , shee's his Physitian . And were it not for the delight he takes In her , I thinke hee'de dye with sorrow . Prince . But how are his affections fixt so strangely On her alone ? sure 'tis not in his nature , For then he had lov'd me , or hated her , Because she came from me . Ca. 'Tis her desert , Shee's faire beyond comparison , and witty Above her age ; and beares a manly spirit Above her sexe . Prince . But may not I admire her , Is that too great a happinesse ? pray let her make it Her next suit to be permitted to visit me her selfe . Ca. She shall Sir : I joy to see your minde So well compos'd , I fear'd I should have found A tempest in your soule , and came to lay it . I'le to the King , I know to him that newes will be Most acceptable . Prince . Pray doe , and tell him I have cast off all my passions , and am now A man againe ; fit for societie And conversation . Ca. I will Sir . Exit . Prince . I never knew my selfe till now , how on the sudden I'me growne an excellent dissembler , to out-doe One at the first , that ha's practiz'd it all his life : So now I am my selfe againe , what is't I feele within ? me thinkes some vaste designe Now takes possession of my heart , and swels My labouring thoughts above the common bounds Of humane actions , something full of horror My soule hath now decreed , my heart does beat , As if 'twere forging thunderbolts for Jove , To strike the Tyrant dead : so now , I have it , I have it , 'tis a gallant mischiefe , Worthy my father , or my fathers sonne . All his delight's in Fatyma , poore innocent , But not more innocent then I , and yet My father loves thee , and that's crime enough . By this act old Tyrant I shall be quit with thee : while I was vertuous I was a stranger to thy bloud , but now Sure thou wilt love me for this horrid crime , It is so like thy owne . In this I'me sure , Although in nothing else , I am thy sonne : But when 'tis done , I leave him yet that remedie , I take my selfe Revenge , but I aswell Will rob him of his anger , as his joy , And having sent her to the shades , I'le follow her . But to returne againe , and dwell In his dire thoughts , for there's the blacker hell . Enter Messenger . Mess. Sir , your wife the Princesse is come to visit you . Prince . Conduct her in , now to my disguise againe . Enter Princesse . Princesse . Is this my Lord the Prince . Prince . That's Erythaea , Or some Angell voyc't like her . 'Tis she , my strugling soule Would faine goe out to meet and welcome her , Erythaea : No answer but in sighes ( deare Erythaea . ) Thou cam'st to comfort , to support my sufferings , Not to oppresse me with a greater weight , To see that my unhappinesse Involves thee too . Princesse . My Lord , in all your triumphs and your glories , You call'd me into all your joyes , and gave me An equall share , and in this depth of miserie Can I be unconcern'd , you needes must know , You needs must hope I cannot ; or which is worse , You must suspect my love : for what is love But sympathie , and this I make my happinesse Since both cannot be happie , That we can both be miserable . Prince . I prithee doe not say thou lov'st me For love , or findes out equals , or makes 'em so But I am so cast downe , and fal'ne so low , I cannot rise to thee , and dare not wish Thou should'st descend to me ; but call it pitty , And I will owne it then , that Kings may give To beggars , and not lessen their owne greatnesse . Princesse . Till now I thought vertue had stood above The reach of fortune ; but if vertue be not , Yet love's a greater Deity ; what ever fortune Can give or take , love wants not , or despises ; Or by his owne omnipotence supplies : Then like a God with joy beholds The beauty of his owne creations . Thus what we forme and image to our fancies , We really possesse . Prince . But can thy imagination Delude it selfe , to fixe upon an object So lost in miseries , so old in sorrowes ; Palenesse and death hang on my cheeke , and darknesse Dwells in my eyes ; more chang'd from what I was In person then in fortune . Princesse . Yet still the same to me : Alas my Lord , these outward beauties are but the props and scaffolds On which we built our love , which now made perfect , Stands without those supports : nor is my flame So earthy as to need the dull materiall fuell Of eyes , or lippes , or cheekes , still to be kindled , And blowne by appetite , or else t'expire : My fires are purer , and like those of Heaven , Fed onely , and contented with themselves , Need nothing from without . Prince . But the disgrace that wayts upon misfortune , The meere reproach , the shame of being miserable , Exposes men to scorne , and base contempt , Even from their neerest friends . Princesse . Love is so farre from scorning misery , That he delights in't , and is so kindly cruell , Sometimes to wish it , that he may be alone ; In stead of all , of fortunes honours , friends , which are But meere diversions from loves proper object , Which onely is it selfe . Prince . Thou hast almost Taught me to love my miseries , and forgive All my misfortunes . I'le at least forget 'em ; We will receive those times , and in our memories Preserve , and still keepe fresh ( like flowers in water ) Those happier dayes : when at our eyes our soules Kindled their mutuall fires , their equall beames Shot and returned , till link't , and twin'd in one , They chain'd our hearts together . Princesse . And was it just , that fortune should begin Her tyrannie , where we began our loves : No , if it had , why was not I blinde too ? I'me sure if weeping could have don't , I had beene . Prince . Thinke not that I am blinde , but thinke it night , A season for our loves ; and which to lovers Ne're seemes too long , and thinke of all our miseries , But as some melancholy dreame which ha's awak't us , To the renewing of our joyes . Princesse . My Lord , this is a temper Worthy the old Philosophers . Prince . I but repeate that lesson Which I have learn't from thee . All this morality Thy love hath taught me . Princesse . My Lord , you wrong your vertue , T'ascribe the effect of that to any cause , Lesse noble than it selfe . Prince . And you your love , To thinke it is lesse noble , or lesse powerfull , Then any the best vertue : but I feare thy love Will wrong it selfe ; so long a stay will make The jealous King suspect we have beene plotting : How doe the pledges of our former love ? Our Children . Princesse . Both happy in their Grandsires love , especially The pretty Fatyma ; yet she According to her apprehension , feeles A sence of your misfortunes . Prince . But let her not too much expresse it , Lest she provoke his fury . Princesse . She onely can allay it When 'tis provok't ; she Playes with his rage , and gets above his anger , As you have seene a little boat To mount and dance upon the wave , that threatens To overwhelme it . Prince . To threaten is to save , but his anger Strikes us like thunder , where the blow out-flies The loud report , and even prevents mens feares . Princesse . But then like thunder It rends a Cedar , or an Oake , or findes Some strong resisting matter ; women and children Are not Subjects worthy a Princes anger . Prince . Whatsoever Is worthy of their love , is worth their anger . Princesse . Love's a more naturall motion , they are angry As Princes , but love as men . Prince . Once more I begge , Make not thy love thy danger . Princesse . My Lord , I see with what unwillingnesse You lay upon me this command , and through your fares Discerne your love , and therefore must obey you . Exit . Prince . Farewell my dearest Erythaea , There's a strange musicke in her voyce , the storie Of Orpheus , which appeares so bold a fiction , Was prophecy'd of thee ; thy voyce ha's tam'd The Tygres and the Lyons of my soule . Enter Messenger . Mes. Sir your daughter Fatyma . Prince . Conduct her in , how strangely am I tempted With opportunity , which like a sudden gust Hath swell'd my calmer thoughts into a tempest : Accursed opportunitie , The midwife and the bawde to all our vices , That work'st our thoughts into desires , desires To resolutions ; those being ripe , and quickned , Thou giv'st 'em birth , and bring'st 'em forth to action . Enter Fat . and Moss . Prince . Leave us O opportunitie , That when my dire and bloudy resolutions , Like sicke and froward children Were rock't asleepe by reason , or religion ; Thou like a violent noyse cam'st rushing in , And mak'st 'em wake and start to new unquietnesse . Come hither prettie Fatyma , Thy Grandsires darling , sit upon my knee : He loves thee dearely . Fat. I father , for your sake . Prince . And for his sake I shall requite it . O vertue , vertue , Where art thou fled ? thou wert my reasons friend , But that like a deposed Prince ha's yeelded His Scepter to his base usurping vassalls ; And like a traytor to himselfe , takes pleasure In serving them . Fat. But father I desir'd him that you might have liberty , and that He would give you your eyes againe . Prince . Prettie Innocent , 'Tis not i'th' art , nor power of man to doe it . Fat. Must you never see againe then father ? Prince . No , not without a miracle . Fat. Why father , I can see with one eye , pray take one Of mine . Prince . I would her innocent prate could overcome me : O what a conflict doe I feele ! how am I Tost like a ship 'twixt two encountring tydes ; Love that was banisht hence , would faine returne And force an entrance , but revenge ( That's now the Porter of my soule ) is deafe , Deafe as the Adder , and as full of poyson . Mighty revenge ! that single can'st o'rethrow All those joynt powers , which nature , vertue , honour , Can raise against thee . Fat. What doe you seeke for , your handkerchiefe ? pray use mine , To drinke the bloudy moysture from your eyes ; I'le shew't my Grandfather , I know 'twill make him weepe . Why doe you shake father ? Just so my Grandsire trembled at the instant Your sight was ta'ne away . Prince . And upon the like occasion . Fat. O father , what meanes the naked knife ? Prince . 'Tis to requite thy Grandsires love . Prepare To meet thy death . Fat. O , 'tis I , 'tis I , Your daughter Fatyma . Prince . I therefore doe it . Fat. Alas , was this the blessing my mother sent me to receive ? Prince . Thy mother ? Erythaea ? there's something in that That shakes my resolution . Poore Erythaea , how wretched shall I make thee , To rob thee of a husband and a childe ? But which is worse , that first I fool'd and wonne thee To a beleefe that all was well ; and yet Shall I forbeare a crime for love of thee , And not for love of vertue ? But what's vertue ? A meere imaginary sound , a thing Of speculation ; which to my darke soule , Depriv'd of reason , is as indiscernable As colours to my body , wanting sight . Then being left to sence , I must be guided By something that my sence grasps and takes hold of ; On then my love , and feare not to encounter That Gyant , my revenge ( alas poore Fatyma ) My father loves thee , so doe's Erythaea : Whether shall I by justly plaguing Him whom I hate , be more unjustly cruell To her I love ? or being kinde to her , Be cruell to my selfe , and leave unsatisfied My anger and revenge ? but Love , thou art The nobler passion , and to thee I sacrifice All my ungentle thoughts . Fatyma forgive me , And seale it with a kisse ? What is't I feele ? The spirit of revenge re-inforcing New Arguments flie Fatyma Fly while thou may'st , nor tempt me to new mischiefe , By giving meanes to act it ; to this ill My will leades not my power , but power my will . Ex. Fat . O what a tempest have I scap't , thankes to Heaven , And Erythaea's love . No : 'twas a poore , a low revenge , unworthy My vertues , or my injuries , and As now my fame , so then my infamie , Would blot out his , And I instead of his Empire , Shall onely be the heire of all his curses . No : I'le be still my selfe , and carry with me My innocence to th'other world , and leave My fame to this : 'twill be a brave revenge To raise my minde to a constancy , so high , That may looke downe upon his threats , my patience Shall mocke his furie ; nor shall he be so happy To make me miserable , and my sufferings shall Erect a prouder Trophie to my name , Then all my prosperous actions : Every Pilot Can steere the ship in calmes , but he performes The skilfull part , can manage it in stormes . Finis Act. Quarti .
Actus Quintus . Enter Prince . Prince . If happinesse be a substantiall good , Not fram'd of accidents , nor subject to 'em , I err'd to seeke it in a blinde revenge , Or thinke it lost , in losse of sight , or Empire ; 'Tis something sure within us , not subjected To sence or sight , onely to be discern'd By reason my soules eye , and that still sees Clearely , and clearer for the want of these ; For gazing through these windowes of the body , It met such severall , such distracting objects , But now confin'd within it selfe , it sees A strange , and unknowne world , and there discovers Torrents of Anger , Mountaines of Ambition ; Gulfes of Desire , and Towers of Hope , huge Gyants , Monsters , and savage Beasts , to vanquish these Will be a braver conquest , then the old Or the new world . O happinesse of blindnesse , now no beauty Inflames my lust , no others good my envie , Or miserie my pittie : no mans wealth Drawes my respect , nor poverty my scorne , Yet still I see enough . Man to himselfe Is a large prospect , rays'd above the levell Of his low creeping thoughts ; if then I have A world within my selfe , that world shall be My Empire ; there I'le raigne , commanding freely , And willingly obey'd , secure from feare Of forraigne forces , or domestick treasons , And hold a Monarchie more free , more absolute Than in my fathers seat ; and looking downe With scorne or pity , on the slipperie state Of Kings , will tread upon the necke of fate . Exit . Enter Bashawes disguis'd , with Haly. 1. Bash. Sir , 'tis of neare concernement , and imports No lesse than the Kings life , and honour . Ha. May not I know it . Bash. You may Sir . But in his presence we are sworne T'impart it first to him . Ha. Our Persian state descends not To enterviewes with strangers : But from whence Comes this discovery , or you that bring it ? 2. Bash. We are Sir of Natolia . Ha. Natolia ? heard you nothing Of two Villaines that lately fled from hence ? 1. Bash. The Bashawes Sir . Ha. The same . 2. Bash. They are nearer than you thinke for . Ha. Where ? 1. Bash. In Persia . Ha. In armes againe to ' tempt another slavery ? No Sir , they made some weake attempts , presuming on The reputation of their former greatnesse : But having lost their fame and fortunes , 'Tis no wonder they lost their friends , now hopelesse and forlorn They are return'd , and somewhere live obscurely , To expect a change in Persia ; nor wil't be hard To finde 'em . Ha. Doe't , and name your owne rewards . 2. Bash. We dare doe nothing till we have seene the King , And then you shall command us . Ha. Well , though 'tis not usuall , Ye shall have free accesse . Exit . Haly. Enter King , and Haly. 1. Bash. Sir , there were two Turkish prisoners lately fled From hence for a suppos'd conspiracie Betweene the Prince and them . King . Where are the villaines ? 1 Bash. This is the villaine , Sir ; They pull off their disguises . And we the wrongfully accus'd , you gave life , Sir , And we took it As a free noble gift ; but when we heard 'Twas valu'd at the price of your Sons honour , We came to give it back , as a poore trifle , Priz'd at a rate too high . King . Haly , I cannot think my favours plac'd so ill , To be so ill requited , yet their confidence Has something in't that looks like innocence . Ha. aside , Is't come to that ? Then to my last and surest refuge . King . Sure if the guilt were theirs , they could not charge thee With such a gallant boldnesse ; If 'twere thine , Thou could not heare't with such a silent scorne , I am amaz'd . Ha. Sir , perplex your thoughts no further , They have truth to make 'em bold , And I have power to scorne it : 'twas I , Sir , That betray'd him , and you , and them . King . Is this impudence , or madnesse ? Ha. Neither ; A verie sober , and sad truth — to you , Sir . King . A Guard there . Enter Mirvan , and others . King . Seize him . Ha. Seize them ; now Though 'tis too late to learne , yet know 'Gainst you are King again , what 'tis to let your Subjects Dispose all offices of trust and power : The beast obeyes his keeper , and looks up , Not to his masters , but his feeders hand ; And when you gave me power to dispense And make your favours mine , in the same houre You made your selfe my shadow : and 'twas my curtesie To let you live , and reigne so long . King . Without there ? Enter two or three , and joyne with the others . What , none but Traytours ? Has this villaine Breath'd treason into all , and with that breath , Like a contagious vapour , blasted loyaltie ? Sure hell it selfe has sent forth all her Furies , T'inhabit and possesse this place . Ha. Sir , passions without power , Like seas against a rock , but lose their furie : Mirvan , Take these villaines , and see 'em strangled . 1 Bash. Farewell , Sir , commend us to your son , let him know , That since we cannot dye his servants , Wee'll dye his Martyrs . King . Farewell , unhappie friends , A long farewell , and may you find rewards Great as your innocence , or which is more , Great as your wrongs . 2 Bash. Come , thou art troubled , Thou dost not feare to dye ? 1 Bash. No : but to lose my death , To sell my life so cheap , while this proud villaine That takes it must survive . 2 Bash. We shall not lose our deaths , If Heaven can heare the cries of guiltlesse bloud , Which sure it must ; for I have heard th' are loud ones : Vengeance shall overtake thee . Ha. Away with 'em . King . Stay , Haly , they are innocent ; yet life , when 'tis thy gift ; Is worse than death , I disdaine to ask it . 1 Bash. And we to take it . Ha. Do not ask it , Sir , For them to whom you owe your ruine , they have undone you , Had not they told you this , you had liv'd secure , And happie in your ignorance ; but this injurie , Since 'tis not in your nature to forgive it , I must not leave it in your power to punish it . King . Heaven , though from thee I have deserv'd this plague , Be thou my Judge and witnesse , from this villaine 'Tis vndeserv'd . Had I but felt your vengeance from some hand That first had suffer'd mine , it had been justice : But have you sent this sad returne of all My love , my trust , my favours ? Ha. Sir , there's a great resemblance Between your favours , and my injuries ; Those are too great to be requited , these Too great to be forgiven : and therefore 'Tis but in vaine to mention either . King . Mirza , Mirza , How art thou lost by my deceiv'd credulitie ? I'le beg thy pardon . Ha. Stay , Sir , not without my leave : Go some of you , and let the people know The King keeps state , and will not come in publike : If any great affaires , or State addresses , Bring 'em to me . King . How have I taught the villaine To act my part ? But oh , my son , my son , Shall I not see thee ? Ha. For once you shall , Sir ; But you must grant me one thing . King . Traytour , dost thou mock my miseries ? What can I give , but this unhappie life ? Ha. Alas , Sir , it is but that I ask , and 'tis my modestie To ask it , it being in my power to take it : When you shall see him , sir , to dye for pitie , 'Twere such a thing , 'twould so deceive the world , And make the people think you were good natur'd ; 'Twill look so well in storie , and become The stage so handsomely . King . I ne're deny'd thee any thing , and shall not now Deny thee this , though I could stand upright Under the tyranny of age and fortune ; Yet the sad weight of such ingratitude Will crush me into earth . Ha. Lose not your teares , but keep Your lamentations for your son , or sins ; For both deserve 'em : but you must make haste , sir , Or hee'll not stay your comming . He looks upon a watch . 'Tis now about the houre the poyson Must take effect . King . Poyson'd ; oh Heaven ! Ha. Nay , sir , lose no time in wonder , both of us Have much to doe , if you will see your son , Here's one shall bring you to him . Exit King . Some unskilfull Pylot had shipwrackt here ; But I not only against sure And likely ills have made my selfe secure : But so confirm'd , and fortifi'd my state , To set it safe above the reach of Fate . Exit Haly. Enter Prince led , servants at the other doore , Princesse and Soffy . Serv. Sir , the Princesse and your son . Prince . Soffy , thou comst to wonder at Thy wretched father : why dost thou interrupt Thy happinesse , by looking on an object So miserable ? Princesse . My Lord , me thinks there is not in your voyce The vigour that was wont , nor in your look The wonted cheerfulnesse ; Are you well , my Lord ? Prince . No : but I shall be , I feele my health a comming ? Princesse . What's your disease , my Lord ? Prince . Nothing , but I have ta'ne a Cordiall , Sent by the King or Haly , in requitall Of all my miseries , to make me happie : The pillars of this frame grow weak , As if the weight of many yeares oppresse 'em ; My sinewes slacken , and an icie stifnesse Benums my bloud . Princesse . Alas , I feare hee's poysoned : Call all the help that Art , or Herbs , or Minerals Can minister . Prince . No , 'tis too late ; And they that gave me this , are too well practiz'd In such an Art , to attempt and not performe . Prin. Yet trie my Lord , revive your thoughts , the Empire Expects you , your father's dying . Prince . So when the ship is sinking , The winds that wrackt it cease . Princesse . Will you be the scorne of fortune , To come neere a Crowne , and only neere it ? Prince . I am not fortunes scorne , but she is mine , More blind than I . Princesse . O tyranny of Fate ! to bring Death in one hand , and Empire in the other , Only to shew us happinesse , and then To snatch us from it . Prince . They snatch me to it ; My soule is on her journey , do not now Divert , or lead her back , to lose her selfe I'th' maze , and winding labyrinths o'th' world : I prethee do not weep , thy love is that I part with most unwillingly , or otherwise I had not staid till rude necessitie Had forc'd me hence . Soffy , be not a man too soone , And when thou art , take heed of too much vertue ; It was thy fathers , and his only crime , 'Twill make the King suspitious ; yet ere time , By natures course , has ripened thee to man , 'Twill mellow him to dust , till then forget I was thy father , yet forget it not , My great example shall excite thy thoughts To noble actions . And you , deare Erythaea , Give not your passions vent , nor let blind furie Precipitate your thoughts , nor set 'em working , Till time shall lend 'em better meanes and instruments Than lost complaints . Where's prettie Fatyma ? She must forgive my rash ungentle passion . Princesse . What do you meane , sir ? Prince . I am asham'd to tell you , I prethee call her . Princesse . I will , sir , I pray try If sleep will ease your torments , and repaire Your wasted spirits . Prince . Sleep to these emptie lids Is growne a stranger , and the day and night , As undistinguisht by my sleep , as sight . O happinesse of povertie ! that rests Securely on a bed of living turfe , VVhile we with waking cares and restlesse thoughts , Lye tumbling on our downe , courting the blessing Of a short minutes slumber , which the Plough-man Shakes from him , as a ransom'd slave his fetters : Call in some musike , I have heard soft aires Can charme our sences , and expell our cares . Is Erythaea gone ? Serv. Yes , sir . Prince . 'Tis well : I would not have her present at my death . Enter Musike . SOmnus the humble God , that dwells In cottages and smoakie cells , Hates gilded roofs and beds of downe ; And though he feares no Princes frowne , Flies from the circle of a Crowne . Come , I say , thou powerfull God , And thy Leaden charming Rod , Dipt in the Lethaean Lake , O're his wakefall temples shake , Lest he should sleep and never wake . Nature ( alas ) why art thou so Obliged to thy greatest foe ? Sleep that is thy best repast , Yet of death it beares a taste , And both are the same thing at last . Serv. So now he sleeps , let's leave him To his repose . Enter King . King . The horrour of this place presents The horrour of my crimes , I faine would ask What I am loth to heare ; but I am well prepar'd , They that are past all hope of good , are past All feare of ill : and yet if he be dead , Speak softly , or uncertainly . Phy. Sir , he sleeps , King . O that's too plaine , I know thou mean'st his last , His long , his endlesse sleep . Phy. No , Sir , he lives ; but yet I feare the sleep you speak of will be his next : For nature , like a weak and wearie traveller , Tir'd with a tedious and a rugged way , Not by desire provokt , but even betray'd By wearinesse and want of spirits , Gives up her selfe to this unwilling slumber . King . Thou hast it , Haly , 'tis indeed a sad And sober truth , though the first And only truth thou ever told'st me : And 'tis a fatall signe , when Kings heare truth , Especially when flatterers dare speake it . Prince . I thought I heard my father , does he think the poyson Too slow , and comes to see the operation ? Prince awakes . Or does he think his engine dull , or honest ? Lesse apt to execute , than he to bid him : He needs not , 'tis enough , it will succeed To his expectation . King . 'Tis indeed thy father , Thy wretched father ; but so far from acting New cruelties , that if those already past , Acknowledg'd and repented of , can yet Receive a pardon , by those mutuall bonds Nature has seal'd between us , which though I Have cancell'd , thou hast still preserv'd inviolate ; I beg thy pardon . Prince . Death in it selfe appeares Lovely and sweet , not only to be pardoned , But wisht for : had it come from any other hand , But from a father ; a father , A name so full of life , of love , of pitie : Death from a fathers hand , from whom I first Receiv'd a being , 'tis a preposterous gift , An act at which inverted Nature starts , And blushes to behold her selfe so cruell . Kin. Take thou that comfort with thee , and be not deafe to truth : By all that's holy , by the dying accents Of thine , and my last breath , I never meant , I never wisht it , sorrow has so over-fraught This sinking bark , I shall not live to shew How I abhor , or how I would repent My first rash crime ; but he that now Has poyson'd thee , first poyson'd me with jealousie , A foolish causelesse jealousie . Prince . Since you beleeve my innocence , I cannot but beleeve your sorrow : But does the villaine live ? A just revenge Would more become the sorrowes of a King , Than womanish complaints . King . O Mirza , Mirza : I have no more the power to doe it , Than thou to see it done : My Empire , Mirza , My Empire's lost : Thy vertue was the rock On which it firmly stood , that being undermin'd , It sunk with its owne weight ; the villaine whom my breath created , Now braves it in my Throne . Prince . O for an houre of life ; but 'twill not be : Revenge and justice we must leave to heaven . I would say more , but death has taken in the out-works , And now assailes the fort ; I feele , I feele him Gnawing my heart-strings : farewell , and yet I would . Dies . King . O stay , stay but a while , and take me with thee ; Come Death , let me embrace thee , thou that wert The worst of all my feares , art now the best Of all my hopes . But Fate , why hast thou added This curse to all the rest ? the love of life , We love it , and yet hate it ; death we loath , And still desire ; flye to it , and yet feare it . Enter Princesse and Soffy . Princesse . Hee's gone , hee's gone for ever : O that the poyson had mistaken his , And met this hated life ; but cruell Fate Envied so great a happinesse : Fate that still Flies from the wretched , and pursues the blest . Yee Heavens ! But why should I complaine to them That heare me not , or bow to those that hate me ? Why should your curses so out-weigh your blessings ? They come but single , and long expectation Takes from their value : but these fall upon us Double and sudden . Sees the King . Yet more of horrour , then farewell my teares , And my just anger be no more confin'd To vaine complaints , or selfe-devouring silence ; But break , break forth upon him like a deluge , And the great spirit of my injur'd Lord Possesse me , and inspire me with a rage Great as thy wrongs , and let me call together All my soules powers , to throw a curse upon him Black as his crimes . King . O spare your anger , 'tis lost ; For he whom thou accused has already Condemn'd himselfe , and is as miserable As thou canst think , or wish him ; spit upon me , Cast all reproaches on me , womans wit Or malice can invent , I'le thank thee for them ; What e're can give me a more lively sence Of my owne crimes , that so I may repent 'em . Princesse . O cruell Tyrant ! couldst thou be so barbarous To a son as noble , as thy selfe art vile ? That knew no other crime , but too much vertue ; Nor could deserve so great a punishment For any fault , but that he was thy son ? Now not content to exceed all other Tyrants . Exceed'st thy selfe : first , robbing him of sight , Then seeming by a fain'd and forc'd repentance , To expiate that crime , didst win him to A false securitie , and now by poyson Hast robb'd him of his life . King . Were but my soule as pure From other guilts as that , Heaven did not hold One more immaculate . Yet what I have done , He dying did forgive me , and hadst thou been present , Thou wouldst have done the same : for thou art happie , Compar'd to me ; I am not only miserable , But wicked too ; thy miseries may find Pitie , and help from others ; but mine make me The scorne , and the reproach of all the world ; Thou , like unhappie Merchants , whose adventures Are dasht on rocks , or swallowed up in stormes , Ow'st all thy losses to the Fates : but I , Like wastfull Prodigals , have cast away My happinesse , and with it all mens pitie : Thou seest how weak and wretched guilt can make , Even Kings themselves , when a weak womans anger Can master mine . Princesse . And your sorrow As much o o'recomes my anger , and turns into melting pitie . King . Pitie not me , nor yet deplore your husband ; But seek the safetie of your son , his innocence Will be too weak a guard , when nor my greatnesse , Nor yet his fathers vertues could protect us . Go on my boy , the just revenge of all To Soffy . Our wrongs I recommend to thee and Heaven ; I feele my weaknesse growing strong upon me : Exeunt . Death , thou art he that wilt not flatter Princes , That stoops not to authoritie , nor gives A specious name to tyrannie ; but shewes Our actions in their owne deformed likenesse . Now all those cruelties which I have acted , To make me great , or glorious , or secure , Look like the hated crimes of other men . Enter Physician . King . O save , save me , who are those that stand , And seeme to threaten me ? Phy. There's no body , 'tis nothing , But some fearfull dreame . King . Yes , that's my brothers ghost , whose birth-right stood 'Twixt me and Empire , like a spredding Cedar That growes to hinder some delightfull prospect , Him I cut downe . Next my old fathers ghost , whom I impatient To have my hopes delay'd , hastned by violence before his fatall day ; Then my enraged son , who seemes to beckon , And hale me to him , I come , I come , yee Ghosts , The greatest of you all ; but sure one hell's Too little to containe me , and too narrow For all my crimes . Dies . Enter Mirvan and Haly at severall doores . Ha. Goe muster all the Citie-Bands , pretend it To prevent sudden tumults , But indeed to settle the succession . Mir. My Lord , you are too sudden , you'll take 'em unprepar'd ; Alas , you know their consciences are tender . Scandall and scruple must be first remov'd , They must be pray'd , and preach'd into a tumult : But for the succession , Let us agree on that , there's Calamah The eldest son by the Arabian Lady , A gallant youth . Ha. I , too gallant , his proud spirit will disdaine To owe his greatnesse to anothers gift ; Such gifts as Crownes , transcending all requitall , Turne injuries . No , Mirvan ; he must be dull and stupid , lest he know Wherefore we made him King . Mir. But he must be good natur'd , tractable , And one that will be govern'd . Ha. And have so much wit to know whom hee's beholding to . Mir. But why , my Lord , should you look further than your selfe ? Ha. I have had some such thoughts ; but I consider The Persian State will not endure a King So meanly borne ; no , I'le rather be the same I am , In place the second , but the first in power : Solyman the son of the Georgian Lady Shall be the man : what noyse is that ? Enter Messenger . Mess. My Lord , the Princes late victorious Army Is marching towards the palace , breathing nothing But furie and revenge ; to them are joyn'd All whom desire of change , or discontent , Excites to new attempts , their Leaders Abdall and Morat . Ha. Abdall and Morat ! Mirvan , we are lost , fallen from the top Of all our hopes , and cast away like Saylers , Who scaping seas , and rocks , and tempests , perish I'th' verie port , so are we lost i'th' sight And reach of all our wishes . Mir. How has our intelligence fail'd us so strangely ? Ha. No , no , I knew they were in mutiny ; But they could ne're have hurt us , Had they not come at this instant period , This point of time : had he liv'd two dayes longer , A pardon to the Captaines , and a largesse Among the Souldiers , had appeas'd their furie : Had he di'd two dayes sooner , the succession Had as we pleas'd , been setled , and secur'd By Soffy's death : Gods , that the world should turne On minutes , and on moments . Mir. My Lord , lose not your selfe In passion , but take counsell from necessitie ; I'le to 'em , and will let them know The Prince is dead , and that they come too late To give him libertie ; for love to him Has bred their discontents : I'le tell them boldly , That they have lost their hopes . Ha. And tell them too , As they have lost their hopes o'th' one , they have lost Their feares o'th' other : tell their Leaders we desire Their counsell in the next succession , Which if it meet disturbance , Then we shall crave assistance from their power , Which Fate could not have sent in a more happie hower . Exit Mirvan . Enter Lords , Caliph . Cal. My Lord , Yee heare the newes , the Princes Army is at the gate . Ha. I , I heare it , and feele it here ; Aside . But the succession , that's the point That first requires your counsell . Cal. Who should succeed , but Soffy ? Ha. What , in such times as these , when such an Army Lies at our gates , to choose a child our King ? You , my Lord Caliph , are better read in storie , And can discourse the fatall consequences When children raigne . Cal. My Lords , if you'll be guided By reason and example , Enter Abdall and Morat . Ha. My Lords , you come most opportunely , we were entring Into dispute about the next succession . Ab. Who dares dispute it ? we have a powerfull argument Of fortie thousand strong , that shall confute him . Cal. A powerfull argument indeed . Ab. I , such a one as will puzzle all your Logick And distinctions to answer it ; And since we came too late for the performance Of our intended service to the Prince , The wronged Prince , we cannot more expresse Our loyaltie to him , than in the right Of his most hopefull son . Ha. But is he not too young ? Mor. Sure you think us so too ; but he , and we Are old enough to look through your disguise , And under that to see his fathers enemies . A Guard there . Enter Guard . Mor. Seize him , and you that could shew reason or example . Ha. Seize me ! for what ? Ab. Canst thou remember such a name as Mirza , And ask for what ? Ha. That name I must remember , and with horrour ; But few have died for doing , What they had di'd for if they had not done : It was the Kings command , and I was onely Th'unhappie minister . Ab. I , such a minister as wind to fire , That adds an accidentall fiercenesse to Its naturall furie . Mor. If 'twere the Kings command , 'twas first thy malice Commanded that command , and then obey'd it . Ha. Nay , if you have resolv'd it , truth and reason Are weak and idle arguments ; But let me pitie the unhappie instruments Of Princes wils , whose anger is our fate , And yet their love's more fatall than their hate . Ab. And how well that love hath been requited , Mirvan your Confident , By torture has confest . Mor. The storie of the King , and of the Bashawes . Ha. Mirvan , poore-spirited wretch , thou hast deceiv'd me ; Nay then farewell my hopes , and next my feares . Enter Soffy . So. What horrid noyse was that of drums and Trumpets , that struck my eare ? What meane these bonds ? could not my Grandsires jealousie Be satisfied upon his son , but now Must seize his dearest favourite ? sure my turne comes next . Ab. 'Tis come already , Sir ; but to succeed him , not them : Long live King Soffy . Without drums and trumpets . So. But why are these men prisoners ? Ab. Let this enforme you . So. But is my Grandsire dead ? Ab. As sure as we are alive . So. Then let 'em still be prisoners , away with 'em ; Invite our mother from her sad retirement , And all that suffer for my fathers love , Restraint or punishment . Enter Princesse . So. Deare mother , make Our happinesse compleat , by breaking through That cloud of sorrow , And let us not be wanting to our selves , Now th' heavens have done their part , Lest so severe and obstinate a sadnesse Tempt a new vengeance . Princesse . Sir , to comply with you I'le use a violence Upon my nature ; Joy is such a forrainer , So meere a stranger to my thoughts , I know Not how to entertaine him ; but sorrow Ill made by custome so habituall , 'Tis now part of my nature . So. But can no pleasure , no delight divert it ? Greatnesse , or power , which women most affect , If that can doe it , rule me , and rule my Empire . Princesse . Sir , seek not to rob me of my tears , Fortune Her selfe is not so cruell ; for my counsels Then may be unsuccessefull , but my prayers Shall wait on all your actions . Enter Solyman , as from the Rack . Guard . So. Alas poore Solyman , how is he altered ? Sol. I know not , Sir , it an art your Grandfather had to make Me grow , I think he took me for some crooked Lady , I'm sure the engine is better for the purpose , than Steele bodies , or bolsters . So. But for what cause was all this crueltie ? Sol. Why , because I would not accuse your father , when he Saw he could not stretch my conscience , thus he has Stretcht my carkasse . Mor. I think they have stretcht his wit too . Sol. This is your fathers love that lyes thus in my joynts , I might have lov'd all the pockie whores in Persia , and Have felt it lesse in my bones . So. Thy faith and honestie shall be rewarded According to thine owne desire . Sol. Friend , I pray thee tell me whereabout my knees are , I would faine kneele to thank his Majestie : Why Sir , for the present my desire is only to have A good Bone-setter , and when your Majestie has done the office Of a Bone-setter to the Body Politike , and some skilfull Man to this body of mine ( which if it had been a Body Politike , had never come to this ) I shall by that Time think on something according to my deserts : But must none of these great ones be hang'd for Aside . Their villanies ? Mor. Yes certainly . Sol. Then I need look no further , some of their places Will serve my turne . So. Bring back those villaines . Enter Haly and Caliph . So. Now to your teares , deare Madam , and the Ghost Of my dead father , will I consecrate The first fruits of my justice : Let such honours And funerall rites , as to his birth and vertues Are due , be first performed , then all that were Actors , or Authors of so black a deed , Be sacrific'd as Victims to his ghost : First thou , my holy Devill , that couldst varnish So foule an act with the faire name of Pietie : Next thou , th'abuser of thy Princes eare . Cal. Sir , I beg your mercie . Ha. And I a speedy death , nor shall my resolution Disarme it selfe , nor condescend to parley With foolish hope . So. 'Twere crueltie to spare 'em , I am sorrie I must commence my raigne in bloud , but dutie And justice to my fathers soule exact This cruell pietie ; let's study for a punishment , A feeling one , And borrow from our sorrow so much time , T'inuent a torment equall to their crime . Exeunt .
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nowords Gentlemen , if yee dislike the Play , Pray make no words on't till the second day , Or third oftentation an action of such glory Lesse swel'd with ostentation , or a minde Lesse tainted with felicitie ha'sblinded Betray us ? sure ( my Lord ) your feare ha's blinded Your understanding ; for what serves th●●gh sake and service Pray follow my advice , though you have lost the favour Of your unworthy ▪ sight , which see perform'd With a hot steele . Now as thou lov'st my safety Be resolute mean ▪ st O that's too plaine , I know thou mean'st his last , His long , his endlesse sleep recomes And your sorrow As much o o'recomes my anger , and turns into melting pitie T'●●ent And borrow from our sorrow so much time , T'inuent a torment equall to their crime .