Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1596 [c.1594-c.1596] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 504 words
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People! Beleeue in God: we are vntrue, And spirituall forges vnder Tyrants might: God only doth command what's good for you: Where we doe preach your bodies to the Warre; Your goods to Taxe; your Freedome vnto bands; Duties, by which you own'd of others are; And Feare, which to your harmes doth lend your hands. Ah forlorne Wretch! with my hypocrisie, I Mustapha haue ruin'd, and this State. I am the Euills friend, Hells Mediator, A Furie vnto man, a man to Furies. Whence growes this sudden Rage thy gesture vtters? These Agonies, and furious Blasphemings? Man then doth shew his Reason is defaced, When Rage thus shewes it selfe with Reason graced. If thou haue felt the selfe-accusing Warre, Where knowledge is the endlesse hell of thought, The ruines of my Soule there figured are, For where despaire the Conscience doth feare My wounds bleed out that Horror which they beare. Horror, and Pride, in Nature opposite; The one makes Error great, the other small: Where rooted habits haue no sense at all. Heli! iudge not thy selfe with troubled minde, But shew thy heart: when Passions steames breathforth, Euen woes we wondred at are nothing worth. I haue offended Nature, God, and Thee: To each a sinne, to all impietie. The faults of man are finite, like his merits: His Mercies infinite that iudgeth spirits. Tell me thy Errors, teach me to forgiue, Which he that cannot doe, knowes not to liue. Canst thou forgiue? Rather auoyd the cause Which else makes Mercie more seuere than Lawes. From man, to man duties are but respects, The grounds where of are meere Humanitie: Can Iustice other there than Mercie be? Thought is an act. Who can forgiue remorse, Where Nature, by her owne Law, suffers force? What shall I doe? Tell Me. I doe not feare. Preserue thy Father, with thy Selfe, and me: Else guilty of each others death we be. Tell how. Thy Father purposeth thy death: I did aduise: Thou offerest vp thy breath. What haue I to my Father done amisse? That wicked Rossa thy step mother is. Wherein haue I of Rossa ill deserued. In that the Empire is for thee reserued. Is it a fault to be my Fathers sonne? " Ah foule Ambition! which, like Water-flouds Not channell-bound, do'st neighbors ouer-runne; " And growest nothing when thy rage is done. Must Rossa's heires out of my ashes rise? Yet Zanger! I acquit thee of my bloud; For, I beleeue, thy heart hath no impression To ruine Mustapha for his Succession. But tell what Colours they against me vse; And how my Fathers loue they first did wound. Of treason towards him they thee accuse: Thy Fame, and Greatnesse, giues their malice ground. Good World, where it is danger to be good. Yet grudge I not power of my selfe to Power: This basenesse onely in Mankinde I blame, That Indignation shoul giue lawes to fame. Shew me the Truth. To what rules am I bound?
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People! Beleeue in God: we are vntrue, And spirituall forges vnder Tyrants might: God only doth command what's good for you: Where we doe preach your bodies to the Warre; Your goods to Taxe; your Freedome vnto bands; Duties, by which you own'd of others are; And Feare, which to your harmes doth lend your hands. Ah forlorne Wretch! with my hypocrisie, I Mustapha haue ruin'd, and this State. I am the Euills friend, Hells Mediator, A Furie vnto man, a man to Furies. Whence growes this sudden Rage thy gesture vtters? These Agonies, and furious Blasphemings? Man then doth shew his Reason is defaced, When Rage thus shewes it selfe with Reason graced. If thou haue felt the selfe-accusing Warre, Where knowledge is the endlesse hell of thought, The ruines of my Soule there figured are, For where despaire the Conscience doth feare My wounds bleed out that Horror which they beare. Horror, and Pride, in Nature opposite; The one makes Error great, the other small: Where rooted habits haue no sense at all. Heli! iudge not thy selfe with troubled minde, But shew thy heart: when Passions steames breathforth, Euen woes we wondred at are nothing worth. I haue offended Nature, God, and Thee: To each a sinne, to all impietie. The faults of man are finite, like his merits: His Mercies infinite that iudgeth spirits. Tell me thy Errors, teach me to forgiue, Which he that cannot doe, knowes not to liue. Canst thou forgiue? Rather auoyd the cause Which else makes Mercie more seuere than Lawes. From man, to man duties are but respects, The grounds where of are meere Humanitie: Can Iustice other there than Mercie be? Thought is an act. Who can forgiue remorse, Where Nature, by her owne Law, suffers force? What shall I doe? Tell Me. I doe not feare. Preserue thy Father, with thy Selfe, and me: Else guilty of each others death we be. Tell how. Thy Father purposeth thy death: I did aduise: Thou offerest vp thy breath. What haue I to my Father done amisse? That wicked Rossa thy step mother is. Wherein haue I of Rossa ill deserued. In that the Empire is for thee reserued. Is it a fault to be my Fathers sonne? " Ah foule Ambition! which, like Water-flouds " Not channell-bound, do'st neighbors ouer-runne; " And growest nothing when thy rage is done. Must Rossa's heires out of my ashes rise? Yet Zanger! I acquit thee of my bloud; For, I beleeue, thy heart hath no impression To ruine Mustapha for his Succession. But tell what Colours they against me vse; And how my Fathers loue they first did wound. Of treason towards him they thee accuse: Thy Fame, and Greatnesse, giues their malice ground. Good World, where it is danger to be good. Yet grudge I not power of my selfe to Power: This basenesse onely in Mankinde I blame, That Indignation shoul giue lawes to fame. Shew me the Truth. To what rules am I bound?