Sorrow substracts, and multiplies, the spirits; Woe loves itself; fear from itself would fly. Calica. If aught be quick in me, move it with scorn: Nothing can come amiss to thoughts forlorn. Alaham. Confess in time. Revenge is merciless. Calica. Reward and pain, fear and desire too, Are vain in things impossible to do. Alaham. Tell yet where thou thy father last did see. Calica. Even where he by his loss of eyes hath won That he no more shall see his monstrous son. First in perpetual night thou mad'st him go; His flesh the grave; his life the stage, where sense Plays all the tragedies of pain and woe. And wouldst thou trait'rously thyself exceed, By seeking thus to make his ghost to bleed? Alaham. Bear her away: devise; add to the rack Torments, that both call death and turn it back. Calica. The flattering glass of power is others' pain. Perfect thy work; that heaven and hell may know, To worse I cannot, going from thee, go, Eternal life, that ever liv'st above! If sense there be with thee of hate, or love; The King comes forth. King. What sound is this of Calica's distress? Break Break me; I am the prison of thy thought: To do an ill that brings no good with it. Alaham. Go, lead them hence. Prepare the funeral. Hasten the sacrifice and pomp of woe. Where she did hide him, thither let them go. A Nuntius (or Messenger) relates to Alaham the manner of his Father's, Brother's, and Sister's deaths; and the popular discontents which followed. Alaham by the sudden working of Remorse is distracted, and imagines that he sees their Ghosts. ALAHAM. Nuntius. Nuntius. The first which burnt, as Cain85 his next of kin, In blood your brother, and your prince in state, Yet made for others to do harm withal, With his self-pity tears drew tears from us; His blood compassion had; his wrong stirr'd hate: Repiningly he goes unto his end: Strange visions rise; strange furies haunt the flame; 85 The execution, to make it plausible to the people, is colored with the pretext, that the being burnt is a voluntary sacrifice of themselves by the victinis at the funeral of Cain a bashaw and relative. These These words he spake, even breathing out. his breath: "Unhappy weakness! never innocent! "If in a crown, yet but an instrument. People! observe; this fact may make you see, "Excess hath ruin'd what itself did build: "But ah! the more opprest the more you yield." These words he spake. "Behold one that hath lost "At thy will, Lord! revenge thyself, not us." With shapes and figures like to that of Death, A voice cries out; 66 revenge and liberty. "Princes, take heed; your glory is your care; "And power's foundations, strengths, not vices, are." Alaham. What change is this, that now I feel within? Is it disease that works this fall of spirits? Or works this fall of spirits my disease? Things Things seem not as they did; horror appears. Would'st thou, that art not now, a father be ? What thoughts be these that do my entrails tear? * * MUSTAPHA. MUSTAPHA. A TRAGEDY. BY FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE. Rossa, Wife to Solyman the Turkish Emperor, persuades her Husband, that Mustapha, his Son by a former Marriage, and Heir to his Crown, seeks his life: that she may make way, by the death of Mustapha, for the advancement of her own children, Zanger and Camena. Camena the virtuous Daughter of Rossa defends the Innocence of Mustapha in a Conference which she holds with the Emperor. CAMENA. SOLYMAN. Cam. They that from youth do suck at fortune's breast, And nurse their empty hearts with seeking higher, Like dropsy-fed, their thirst doth never rest; For still, by getting, they beget desire : Till thoughts, like wood, while they maintain the flame Of high desires, grow ashes in the same. But virtue! those that can behold thy beauties, Those that suck, from their youth, thy milk of goodness, O virtue therefore! whose thrall I think fortune, my brother: While |