Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
Is it a fault, or fault for you to know, My Mother doubts a thing that is not so? These vgly workes of monstrous Parricide, Marke from what hearts they rise, and where they bide. Violent, despayr'd, where honor broken is; Feare lord; Time Death; where Hope is Misery; Doubt hauing stopt all honest wayes to blisse, And Custome shut the windowes vp of shame, That Craft may take vpon her Wisdomes name. Compare now Mustapha with this despaire: Sweet Youth, sure Hopes, Honor, a Fathers loue, No infamie to moue, or banish feare, Honor to stay, hazard to hasten fate: Can horrors worke in such a Childes estate? Besides, the Gods, whom Kings should imitate, Haue plac'd you high to rule, not ouerthrow; For vs, not for your selues, is your Estate: Mercie must hand in hand with Power goe. Your Scepter should not strike with armes of feare, Which fathoms all mens imbecillitie, And Mischiefe doth, left it should mischiefe beare. As reason deales within with frailty, Which kills not passions that rebellious are, But adds, substracts, keepes downe ambitious spirits; So must Power forme, not ruine instruments: For flesh and blood, the meanes twixt heauen, and hell, Vnto extremes extremely racked be; Which Kings in Art of Gouernment should see. Else they, which circle in themselues with death, Poison the aire, wherein they draw their breath. Pardon my Lord! Pittie becomes my Sex: Grace with delay growes weake, and furie wise. Remember Theseus wish, and Neptunes haste. Kild Innocence, and left Succession waste. If what were best for them that doe offend Lawes did inquire, the answer must be, Grace. If Mercie be so large, where's Iustice place? Where Loue despaires, and where Gods promise ends. For Mercie is the highest reach of wit, A safety vnto them that saue with it: Borne out of God, and vnto humane eyes, Like God, not seene, till fleshly passion dies. God may forgiue, whose being, and whose harmes Are farre remou'd from reach of fleshly armes: But if God Equalls, or Successors had; Euen God, of safe reuenges would be glad. While he is yet aliue, he may be slaine; But from the dead no flesh comes backe againe. While he remaines aliue, I liue in feare. Though he were dead, that doubt still liuing were. None hath the power to end what he begunne. The same occasion followes euery Sonne. Their Greatnesse, or their Worth is not so much. And shall the best be slaine, for being such? Thy Mother, or thy Brother are amisse: I am betray'd; and one of them it is. My Mother, if she errres, erres vertuously; And let her erre, ere Mustapha should die. Kings, for their safetie, must not blame mistrust; Nor, for surmises, sacrifice the iust.
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Is it a fault, or fault for you to know, My Mother doubts a thing that is not so? These vgly workes of monstrous Parricide, Marke from what hearts they rise, and where they bide. Violent, despayr'd, where honor broken is; Feare lord; Time Death; where Hope is Misery; Doubt hauing stopt all honest wayes to blisse, And Custome shut the windowes vp of shame, That Craft may take vpon her Wisdomes name. Compare now Mustapha with this despaire: Sweet Youth, sure Hopes, Honor, a Fathers loue, No infamie to moue, or banish feare, Honor to stay, hazard to hasten fate: Can horrors worke in such a Childes estate? Besides, the Gods, whom Kings should imitate, Haue plac'd you high to rule, not ouerthrow; For vs, not for your selues, is your Estate: Mercie must hand in hand with Power goe. Your Scepter should not strike with armes of feare, Which fathoms all mens imbecillitie, And Mischiefe doth, left it should mischiefe beare. As reason deales within with frailty, Which kills not passions that rebellious are, But adds, substracts, keepes downe ambitious spirits; So must Power forme, not ruine instruments: For flesh and blood, the meanes twixt heauen, and hell, Vnto extremes extremely racked be; Which Kings in Art of Gouernment should see. Else they, which circle in themselues with death, Poison the aire, wherein they draw their breath. Pardon my Lord! Pittie becomes my Sex: Grace with delay growes weake, and furie wise. Remember Theseus wish, and Neptunes haste. Kild Innocence, and left Succession waste. If what were best for them that doe offend Lawes did inquire, the answer must be, Grace. If Mercie be so large, where's Iustice place? Where Loue despaires, and where Gods promise ends. For Mercie is the highest reach of wit, A safety vnto them that saue with it: Borne out of God, and vnto humane eyes, Like God, not seene, till fleshly passion dies. God may forgiue, whose being, and whose harmes Are farre remou'd from reach of fleshly armes: But if God Equalls, or Successors had; Euen God, of safe reuenges would be glad. While he is yet aliue, he may be slaine; But from the dead no flesh comes backe againe. While he remaines aliue, I liue in feare. Though he were dead, that doubt still liuing were. None hath the power to end what he begunne. The same occasion followes euery Sonne. Their Greatnesse, or their Worth is not so much. And shall the best be slaine, for being such? Thy Mother, or thy Brother are amisse: I am betray'd; and one of them it is. My Mother, if she errres, erres vertuously; And let her erre, ere Mustapha should die. Kings, for their safetie, must not blame mistrust; Nor, for surmises, sacrifice the iust.