Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1596 [c.1594-c.1596] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 474 words
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Alas! Could neither Truth appease his furie? Nor his vnlook'd Humilitie of comming? Nor any secret witnessing remorses? Can Nature, from her selfe, make such diuorces? Tell on; that all the World may rue, and wonder. There is a place enuironed with Trees, Vpon whose shaddowed center there is pitched A large, embrodered, sumptuous Pauillion; The stately Throne of Tyrannie, and Murther. Where Mightie men are slaine, before they know That they to other than to Honor goe. Mustapha no sooner to the Port did come, But thither he is sent for, and conducted By six slaue Eunuchs, either taught to colour Mischiefe with reuerence, or forc'd, by Nature, To reuerence true Vertue in misfortune. While Mustapha, whose heart was now resolued, Not fearing Death, which he might haue preuented; Nor crauing Life, which he might well haue gotten, If he would other duties haue forgotten; Yet glad to speake his last thoughts to his Father, Desir'd the Eunuchs to intreat it for him. They did; wept; they and kneeled to his Father. But bloodie Rage, that glories to be cruell; And Iealousie, that feares she is not fearefull; Made Solyman refuse to heare, or pittie. He bids them haste their charge: and bloody-ey'd Beholds his Sonne, whilest he obeying died. How did that doing Heart endure to suffer? Tell on. Quicken my Powers hardned, and dull to good, Which, yet vnmou'd heare tell of brothers blood. while these six Eunuchs to this charge appointed (Whose hearts had neuer vs'd their hands to Pittie, Whose hands, now onely, trembled to do Murther) With Reuerence, and Feare, stood still, amazed; Loth to cut off such Worth, afraid to saue it: Mustapha with thoughts resolued, and vnited, Bids them fulfill their charge, and looke no further. Their hearts afraid to let their hands be doing, The Cord, that hatefull instrument of Murther, They lifting vp let fall, and falling lift it: Each sought to helpe, and helping hindred other. Till Mustapha, in haste to be an Angell, With heauenly smiles, and quiet words, foreshowes The ioy and peace of those soules where he goes. His last words were; O Father! Now forgiue me; Forgiue them too, that wrought my ouerthrow: Let my Graue neuer minister offences. For, since my Father coueteth my death, Behold, with ioy, I offer him my breath. The Eunuchs rore: Solyman his Rage is glutted: His thoughts diuine of Vengeance for this Murther: Rumor flies vp, and downe: the People murmur: Sorrow giues Lawes before men know the truth; Feare prophecieth aloud, and threatens ruth. Remisse, and languisht are mens coward Spirits, Where God forbids Reuenge, and Patience too: Yet to the dead Nature or daineth rites, Which idle Loue, I feele, hath power to doe. I will goe hence, and shew to them that liue, That God Almightie cannot all forgiue.
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Alas! Could neither Truth appease his furie? Nor his vnlook'd Humilitie of comming? Nor any secret witnessing remorses? Can Nature, from her selfe, make such diuorces? Tell on; that all the World may rue, and wonder. There is a place enuironed with Trees, Vpon whose shaddowed center there is pitched A large, embrodered, sumptuous Pauillion; The stately Throne of Tyrannie, and Murther. Where Mightie men are slaine, before they know That they to other than to Honor goe. Mustapha no sooner to the Port did come, But thither he is sent for, and conducted By six slaue Eunuchs, either taught to colour Mischiefe with reuerence, or forc'd, by Nature, To reuerence true Vertue in misfortune. While Mustapha, whose heart was now resolued, Not fearing Death, which he might haue preuented; Nor crauing Life, which he might well haue gotten, If he would other duties haue forgotten; Yet glad to speake his last thoughts to his Father, Desir'd the Eunuchs to intreat it for him. They did; wept; they and kneeled to his Father. But bloodie Rage, that glories to be cruell; And Iealousie, that feares she is not fearefull; Made Solyman refuse to heare, or pittie. He bids them haste their charge: and bloody-ey'd Beholds his Sonne, whilest he obeying died. How did that doing Heart endure to suffer? Tell on. Quicken my Powers hardned, and dull to good, Which, yet vnmou'd heare tell of brothers blood. while these six Eunuchs to this charge appointed (Whose hearts had neuer vs'd their hands to Pittie, Whose hands, now onely, trembled to do Murther) With Reuerence, and Feare, stood still, amazed; Loth to cut off such Worth, afraid to saue it: Mustapha with thoughts resolued, and vnited, Bids them fulfill their charge, and looke no further. Their hearts afraid to let their hands be doing, The Cord, that hatefull instrument of Murther, They lifting vp let fall, and falling lift it: Each sought to helpe, and helping hindred other. Till Mustapha, in haste to be an Angell, With heauenly smiles, and quiet words, foreshowes The ioy and peace of those soules where he goes. His last words were; O Father! Now forgiue me; Forgiue them too, that wrought my ouerthrow: Let my Graue neuer minister offences. For, since my Father coueteth my death, Behold, with ioy, I offer him my breath. The Eunuchs rore: Solyman his Rage is glutted: His thoughts diuine of Vengeance for this Murther: Rumor flies vp, and downe: the People murmur: Sorrow giues Lawes before men know the truth; Feare prophecieth aloud, and threatens ruth. Remisse, and languisht are mens coward Spirits, Where God forbids Reuenge, and Patience too: Yet to the dead Nature or daineth rites, Which idle Loue, I feele, hath power to doe. I will goe hence, and shew to them that liue, That God Almightie cannot all forgiue.