A prince's charge is to protect them all. The world without, my heart within, doth know, If thus you yield to Alaham's treachery, He ruins you: 'tis you, Sir, ruin me. King. Cælica, call up the dead; awake the blind; Turn back the time; bid winds tell whence they come : As vainly strength speaks to a broken mind. Fly from me, Calica, hate all I do : Misfortunes have in blood successions too. Calica. Will you do that which Alaham cannot ? And not one king alone; since princes all All laws have lost authority in me. Calica. The laws of power chain'd to men's humors be. The good have conscience; the ill (like instruments) Moved, divided, used, or laid down; Still, with desire, kept subject to a crown. Stir up all states, all spirits: hope and fear, Wrong and revenge, are current every where. King. Put down my son: for that must be the way: A father's shame; a princes tyranny; The sceptre ever shall misjudged be. Calica. Let them fear rumour that do work amiss; Have time, and place. Look through these skins of fear, King. Danger is come, and must I now unarm, And let in hope to weaken resolution? Calica. My soul now joys. Doing breathes horror out. Absence must be our first step. Let us fly: A pause in rage makes Alaham to doubt; As dainty sparks, which till men dead do know, But hark! what's this? Malice doth never sleep: Sir, follow me: Misfortune's worst is come; Her strength is change; and change yields better doom. Choice now is past. Hard by there is a pile, Built under color of a sacrifice; If God do grant, it is a place to save; If God denies, it is a ready grave. Zophi appears. Calica. What see I here? more spectacles of woe! And are my kindred only made to be Agents and patients in iniquity? Ah forlorn wretch! ruin's example right! Lost to thyself, not to thy enemy, Whose hand even while thou fliest thou fall'st into; And with thy fall thy father dost undo. Save one I may: Nature would save them both; Not help a helpless brother thrown on me? 34 Zophi is represented as a prince of weak understanding. I Is nature narrow to adversity? No, no. Our God left duty for a law; Despair, in bonds; fear, of itself in awe : Dost thou, that canst not see, hope to escape? Zophi. Make calm thy rage: pity a ghost distrest: Give him, that never harm'd thee, leave to live. Grows friends with all the world, except thy right. Calica. Fly unto God: for in humanity Zophi. Help, God! defend thine altar! since thy might, In earth, leaves innocents no other right. Calica. Eternal God! that see'st thyself in us, If vows be more than sacrifice of lust, Rais'd from the smokes of hope and fear in us, By miracles faith goes from Affection trembles; reason is opprest; Nature, methinks, doth her own entrails tear : Alaham Alaham causes Search to be made after his Father and Brother. Zophi is discovered, and Calica; who, being questioned by Alaham where she has hid her Father, dissembles as though she thought that the King was dead; but being threatened with the rack, her Exclamations call her Father from his hiding-place; who, together with her, and her Brother Zophi, are sentenced by Alaham to the Flames. ALAHAM. Attendants. Alaham. Sirs, seek the city, examine, torture, rack; Change, shame, misfortune, in their 'scaping lie, He sees Calica. Good fortune welcome! We have lost our care, He sees Zophi. Behold! the forlorn wretch, half of my fear, Lead him apart, examine, force, and try; Cælica! awake: that God of whom you crave Is deaf, and only gives men what they have. Calica. Ah cruel wretch! guilty of parent's blood! Must he be kill'd again that gave thee breath? Alaham. Alaham. Leave off this mask; deceit is never wise; Though he be blind, a king hath many eyes. Calica. O twofold scorn! God be reveng'd for me. Yet since my father is destroy'd by thee, Add still more scorn, it sorrow multiplies. Alaham. Passions are learn'd, not born within the heart, That method keep: Order is quiet's art. Tell where he is: for look what love conceals, Pain out of nature's labyrinths reveals. Calica. This is reward which thou dost threaten me : If terror thou wilt threaten, promise joys. Alaham. Smart cools these boiling styles of vanity. Help me unto the place where he remains : To hell below, or to the sky above, The way is easy where the guide is love. Calica. Rack not my woe. Thy glorious pride of this unglorious deed Alaham. Bodies have place, and blindness must be led. Graves be the thrones of kings when they be dead. Calica. He was (unhappy) cause that thou art now; Alaham. Well, Sirs, go seek the dark and secret caves, The holy temples, sanctified cells, All parts wherein a living corpse may dwell. Calica. Seek him amongst the dead, you placed him there : Yet lose no pains, good souls, go not to hell; Than that he is where you would have him go. Sorrow |