Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Thus caried vp by fortune to be tempted, Must, for my Princes sake, destroy Succession, Or suffer ruine to preserue Succession. Oh happy Men! that know not, or else feare This second slippery place of Honors steepe, Which we with enuy get, and danger keepe. Vnhappy state of ours! wherein we liue, Where doubts giue lawes, which neuer can forgiue: Where Rage of Kings not only ruines be, But where their very loue workes miserie. For Princes humors are not like the Glasse, Which in it shewes what shapes without remaine, And with the body goe, and come againe: But like the Waxe, which first beares but his owne, Till it the seale in easy mould receiue, And by th'impression onely then is knowne. In this soft weaknesse Rossa prints her art, And seekes to tosse the Crowne from hand to hand; Kings are not safe whom any vnderstand. First, of her selfe, she durst send Rosten forth To murther Mustapha, his dearest Sonne: He found him only guarded with his worth, Suspecting nothing, and yet nothing done. Rosten is now return'd: For wicked feare Did euen make him wickednesse forbeare. A Beglerbie goes since to call him hither; The Colour, warre against the Persian King; The Truth, to suffer force of Tyrannie, From his enforced Fathers Iealousie. Who vtters this, is to his Prince a Traytor: Who keepes this, Guilty is; his life is ruth, And dying liues, euer denying truth. Thus hath the Fancy-law of Power ordain'd, That who betrayes it most, is most esteem'd: Who saith it is betray'd, is Traytor deem'd. I sworne am to my King, and to his Honor: His Humors? No: which they, that follow most, Wade in a Sea, wherein themselues are lost. Yet Achmat stay! For who doth wrest Kings mindes, Wrestles his faith vpon the stage of Chance; Where vertue, to the world by fortune knowne, Is oft misiudg'd, because shee's ouerthrowne. Nay Achmat stay not! For who truth enuirons With circumstances of Mans fayling wit, By feare, by hope, by loue, by malice erreth; Nature to natures banckrupts he engageth: And while none dare shew Kings they goe amisse, Euen base Obedience their Corruption is. Then Feare! dwell with the ill; Truth is assur'd: Opinion! be, and raigne with Fortunes Princes. Policie! goe peece the faults of Mortall Kingdomes. Death! threaten them that liue to die for euer, I first am Natures subiect, then my Princes; I will not serue to Innocencies ruine. Whose Heauen is Earth, let them beleeue in Princes. My God is not the God of subtill murther: Solyman shall know the truth: I looke no further. Behold! he comes like Maiestie confus'd; Horror, Reuenge, Rage lighten in his eyes. All Lawes giue place where Power is ioyn'd with these; And he must goe beyond that will appease. Mercie, and Loue! you Phrases popular, Which vndermine, and limit Princes Thrones, Goe, seeke the regions of Equality. Greatnesse must keepe those Arts by which it grew, And euer what it wills, or feares, make true.
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Thus caried vp by fortune to be tempted, Must, for my Princes sake, destroy Succession, Or suffer ruine to preserue Succession. Oh happy Men! that know not, or else feare This second slippery place of Honors steepe, Which we with enuy get, and danger keepe. Vnhappy state of ours! wherein we liue, Where doubts giue lawes, which neuer can forgiue: Where Rage of Kings not only ruines be, But where their very loue workes miserie. For Princes humors are not like the Glasse, Which in it shewes what shapes without remaine, And with the body goe, and come againe: But like the Waxe, which first beares but his owne, Till it the seale in easy mould receiue, And by th'impression onely then is knowne. In this soft weaknesse Rossa prints her art, And seekes to tosse the Crowne from hand to hand; Kings are not safe whom any vnderstand. First, of her selfe, she durst send Rosten forth To murther Mustapha, his dearest Sonne: He found him only guarded with his worth, Suspecting nothing, and yet nothing done. Rosten is now return'd: For wicked feare Did euen make him wickednesse forbeare. A Beglerbie goes since to call him hither; The Colour, warre against the Persian King; The Truth, to suffer force of Tyrannie, From his enforced Fathers Iealousie. Who vtters this, is to his Prince a Traytor: Who keepes this, Guilty is; his life is ruth, And dying liues, euer denying truth. Thus hath the Fancy-law of Power ordain'd, That who betrayes it most, is most esteem'd: Who saith it is betray'd, is Traytor deem'd. I sworne am to my King, and to his Honor: His Humors? No: which they, that follow most, Wade in a Sea, wherein themselues are lost. Yet Achmat stay! For who doth wrest Kings mindes, Wrestles his faith vpon the stage of Chance; Where vertue, to the world by fortune knowne, Is oft misiudg'd, because shee's ouerthrowne. Nay Achmat stay not! For who truth enuirons With circumstances of Mans fayling wit, By feare, by hope, by loue, by malice erreth; Nature to natures banckrupts he engageth: And while none dare shew Kings they goe amisse, Euen base Obedience their Corruption is. Then Feare! dwell with the ill; Truth is assur'd: Opinion! be, and raigne with Fortunes Princes. Policie! goe peece the faults of Mortall Kingdomes. Death! threaten them that liue to die for euer, I first am Natures subiect, then my Princes; I will not serue to Innocencies ruine. Whose Heauen is Earth, let them beleeue in Princes. My God is not the God of subtill murther: Solyman shall know the truth: I looke no further. Behold! he comes like Maiestie confus'd; Horror, Reuenge, Rage lighten in his eyes. All Lawes giue place where Power is ioyn'd with these; And he must goe beyond that will appease. Mercie, and Loue! you Phrases popular, Which vndermine, and limit Princes Thrones, Goe, seeke the regions of Equality. Greatnesse must keepe those Arts by which it grew, And euer what it wills, or feares, make true.