Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1596 [c.1594-c.1596] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 473 words
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Helpe Achmat! helpe: Furies runnes ouer all. Pittie my state, that with the Empire fall. What sound is this of Ruine, and Confusion? Terror afraid? Crueltie come for Pittie? Seditious Rosten, running from Sedition? And Malice forc'd to enemies for succour? Achmat! The mysteries of Empire are dissolued. Furie hath made the People know their forces. Maiestie (as but a Myst,) they breed, and spread. Nothing, but things impossible will please. Mustapha must liue againe, or Rosten perish. Oh wretchednesse! which I cannot deny; I am asham'd to liue, and loth to die. Tell on the dangers which concerne the State: For thee! thou Rod ordain'd vnto the fire, Thy other doomes let Acheron enquire. When Mustapha was by the Eunuchs strangled, Forthwith his Campe grew doubtfull of his absence: The guard of Solyman himselfe did murmur. People beganne to search their Princes Counsells: Furie gaue Lawes: the Lawes of Dutie vanisht: Kinde Feare of him they lou'd Selfe-feare had banisht. The headlong spirits were the heads that guided: He that most disobeyed, was most obeyed. Furie so suddenly became vnited, As while her forces nourished Confusion, Confusion seem'd with Discipline delighted. Towards Solyman they runne: and as the Waters, " That meet with banks of Snow, make Snow grow Water: So, euen those Guards, that stood to interrupt them, Giue easie passage, and passe on amongst them. Solyman, who saw this storme of Mischiefe comming, Thinks absence his best argument vnto them: Retires himselfe, and sends me to demand, What they demanded, or what meant their comming? I spake: they cried: For Mustapha, and Achmat. Some bid away; some kill; some saue; some hearken. Those that cried, Saue, were those that sought to kill me. Who cried, Hearke, were those that first brake silence, They held that bad me Goe. Humilitie was guiltie; Words were reproch; Silence in me was scornfull; They answer'd ere they ask'd; assur'd, and doubted. I fled; their Furie followed to destroy me; Fury made haste; Haste multiplied their Furie; Each would doe all; none would giue place to other. The hind most strake; and while the formost listed Their armes to strike, each Weapon hindred other: Their running let their strokes, strokes let their running. Desire, mortall enemy to desire, Made them, that sought my life, giue life vnto me. Now Achmat! Though Blood-thirst deserue no Pittie; Malice no loue; though iust Reuenge be Mercie; Yet saue me. For, although my death be lawfull, The Iudges, and the manner are vnlawfull. If I die; what hath Solyman for warrant? Mischiefe is still the Gouerness of Mischiefe. If Solyman be slaine; where will they stay, That Thorough God, and Maiestie make way? Rosten! dar'st thou name Dutie, Lawes, or Mercie? Owe not thy selfe to him thou would'st destroy; Make good thy loue of Murther; die with Ioy.
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Helpe Achmat! helpe: Furies runnes ouer all. Pittie my state, that with the Empire fall. What sound is this of Ruine, and Confusion? Terror afraid? Crueltie come for Pittie? Seditious Rosten, running from Sedition? And Malice forc'd to enemies for succour? Achmat! The mysteries of Empire are dissolued. Furie hath made the People know their forces. Maiestie (as but a Myst,) they breed, and spread. Nothing, but things impossible will please. Mustapha must liue againe, or Rosten perish. Oh wretchednesse! which I cannot deny; I am asham'd to liue, and loth to die. Tell on the dangers which concerne the State: For thee! thou Rod ordain'd vnto the fire, Thy other doomes let Acheron enquire. When Mustapha was by the Eunuchs strangled, Forthwith his Campe grew doubtfull of his absence: The guard of Solyman himselfe did murmur. People beganne to search their Princes Counsells: Furie gaue Lawes: the Lawes of Dutie vanisht: Kinde Feare of him they lou'd Selfe-feare had banisht. The headlong spirits were the heads that guided: He that most disobeyed, was most obeyed. Furie so suddenly became vnited, As while her forces nourished Confusion, Confusion seem'd with Discipline delighted. Towards Solyman they runne: and as the Waters, " That meet with banks of Snow, make Snow grow Water: So, euen those Guards, that stood to interrupt them, Giue easie passage, and passe on amongst them. Solyman, who saw this storme of Mischiefe comming, Thinks absence his best argument vnto them: Retires himselfe, and sends me to demand, What they demanded, or what meant their comming? I spake: they cried: For Mustapha, and Achmat. Some bid away; some kill; some saue; some hearken. Those that cried, Saue, were those that sought to kill me. Who cried, Hearke, were those that first brake silence, They held that bad me Goe. Humilitie was guiltie; Words were reproch; Silence in me was scornfull; They answer'd ere they ask'd; assur'd, and doubted. I fled; their Furie followed to destroy me; Fury made haste; Haste multiplied their Furie; Each would doe all; none would giue place to other. The hind most strake; and while the formost listed Their armes to strike, each Weapon hindred other: Their running let their strokes, strokes let their running. Desire, mortall enemy to desire, Made them, that sought my life, giue life vnto me. Now Achmat! Though Blood-thirst deserue no Pittie; Malice no loue; though iust Reuenge be Mercie; Yet saue me. For, although my death be lawfull, The Iudges, and the manner are vnlawfull. If I die; what hath Solyman for warrant? Mischiefe is still the Gouerness of Mischiefe. If Solyman be slaine; where will they stay, That Thorough God, and Maiestie make way? Rosten! dar'st thou name Dutie, Lawes, or Mercie? Owe not thy selfe to him thou would'st destroy; Make good thy loue of Murther; die with Ioy.