Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1598-c.1600] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 472 words
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Mahomet! Thou hast o'recome: I yeeld, by thee To hold my life, as sentence of my fall; Thy worths example, no life naturall. Yet grant me thus-much more; to keepe thee close, Till I thy death to Alaham impart; Conceit it selfe doth ease a broken heart. Grant me againe, while secretly I liue, You guard your selfe from Alahams treacherie; Lest you haue harme; he, ioy; I, infamie. Behold my state! bound to my enemies; Of friends in doubt. To me euen good, and ill, The one despayre, the other cowardize. Hala I loue: O word beyond the right, On which is built that false thought, Libertie, Which makes great hearts in greatest ills delight. I sought her loue through all the arts of lust; Where will, is faith; and honour, Tyrannie; Mischiefe, affections proofe; and shame, her trust. Hard, backe from ill, the way to goodnesse is, By scorne, remorse, patience, and broken heart, Impossible to them that doe amisse. Then on: walke in this path of death, or shame; Alaham is false, or Mahomet, or I; Resolu'd I am, that one of vs shall die. Malice. Crafte. Pride. Corrupt reason. Euill Spirit. Whence growes this fatall stay of our progression? Who haue no friends are deafe to intercession? What can withstand our power? Our ends are euill; And so need feare no let from any Diuell. We diuerse are in works, though not in ends; And thereby euery Furie findes some friends. Besides, we ouer-act, and therein foyle The ruine of Mankinde, wherein we toyle. Giue me one instance: wherein doe we fayle? In that we mankind vnto fame entayle. That breakes Religions bounds, and makes him ours, By forming his God out of his owne powers: For if by Conscience he did leaue, or take; On that smooth face we could no wrinckle make. Yet fame keepes outward order, and supports: For shame and honour are strong humane forts. Whereas Confusion is an engine fit For vs, at once to swallow man with it. Nay Craft! it is thy faint hypocrisie, That mankinde is so long protected by. Thy often changes many times appease Those Furies, which would else destroy at ease. Fye Malice! It is you that vs deceiue, Who but with violence only can bereaue. For which you finde not many natures fit, And so adde little to our Throne by it. Where I passe thorough all the orbes of vice, And forme in each mould Natures preiudice. The Christian Church from me is not exempt; Lawes haue by me both honour and contempt; By me the Warre vpholds her reputation; And lust, which leaues no certaine generation; Enuy, that hates all difference of degree; And selfe-loue, which hath no affinity; Euen you, without me, cannot prosper well: I am the mould, and Maiesty of hell.
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Mahomet! Thou hast o'recome: I yeeld, by thee To hold my life, as sentence of my fall; Thy worths example, no life naturall. Yet grant me thus-much more; to keepe thee close, Till I thy death to Alaham impart; Conceit it selfe doth ease a broken heart. Grant me againe, while secretly I liue, You guard your selfe from Alahams treacherie; Lest you haue harme; he, ioy; I, infamie. Behold my state! bound to my enemies; Of friends in doubt. To me euen good, and ill, The one despayre, the other cowardize. Hala I loue: O word beyond the right, On which is built that false thought, Libertie, Which makes great hearts in greatest ills delight. I sought her loue through all the arts of lust; Where will, is faith; and honour, Tyrannie; Mischiefe, affections proofe; and shame, her trust. Hard, backe from ill, the way to goodnesse is, By scorne, remorse, patience, and broken heart, Impossible to them that doe amisse. Then on: walke in this path of death, or shame; Alaham is false, or Mahomet, or I; Resolu'd I am, that one of vs shall die. Malice. Crafte. Pride. Corrupt reason. Euill Spirit. Whence growes this fatall stay of our progression? Who haue no friends are deafe to intercession? What can withstand our power? Our ends are euill; And so need feare no let from any Diuell. We diuerse are in works, though not in ends; And thereby euery Furie findes some friends. Besides, we ouer-act, and therein foyle The ruine of Mankinde, wherein we toyle. Giue me one instance: wherein doe we fayle? In that we mankind vnto fame entayle. That breakes Religions bounds, and makes him ours, By forming his God out of his owne powers: For if by Conscience he did leaue, or take; On that smooth face we could no wrinckle make. Yet fame keepes outward order, and supports: For shame and honour are strong humane forts. Whereas Confusion is an engine fit For vs, at once to swallow man with it. Nay Craft! it is thy faint hypocrisie, That mankinde is so long protected by. Thy often changes many times appease Those Furies, which would else destroy at ease. Fye Malice! It is you that vs deceiue, Who but with violence only can bereaue. For which you finde not many natures fit, And so adde little to our Throne by it. Where I passe thorough all the orbes of vice, And forme in each mould Natures preiudice. The Christian Church from me is not exempt; Lawes haue by me both honour and contempt; By me the Warre vpholds her reputation; And lust, which leaues no certaine generation; Enuy, that hates all difference of degree; And selfe-loue, which hath no affinity; Euen you, without me, cannot prosper well: I am the mould, and Maiesty of hell.