Gis. I thank my father, and thee, gentle squire, For this thy travail: take thou for thy pains This bracelet, and commend me to the king. * * So, now is come the long-expected hour, Now hath my father satisfied his thirst Dear heart, too dearly hast thou bought my love, 10 Ah, my dear heart, sweet wast thou in thy life, 20 20 To send me this, mine own dear heart, to me. Ah pleasant harborough of my heart's thought! 30 Seven times accursed be the hand that wrought Thee this despite, to mangle thee so foul; Receive this token as thy last farewell. [She kisseth it. 40 Thus hast thou run, poor heart, thy mortal race, Thus hast thou lost this world and worldly cares, But my salt tears to wash thy bloody wound; And thou shalt have them; though I was resolved 10 [Nearly a century after the date of this Drama, Dryden produced his admirable version of the same story from Boccacio. The speech here extracted may be compared with the corresponding passage in the Sigismonda and Guiscardo, with no disadvantage to the elder performance. It is quite as weighty, as pointed, and as passionate.] III. ALAHAM: A TRAGEDY. BY FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE. ALAHAM, second Son to the KING of ORMUS, deposes his Father: whose Eyes, and the Eyes of his elder Brother ZOPHI, (acting upon a maxim of Oriental Policy), he causes to be put out. They, blind, and fearing for their Lives, wander about. In this Extremity they are separately met by the King's Daughter CELICA, who conducts them to places of Refuge; hiding her Father amid the Vaults of a Temple, and guiding her Brother to take Sanctuary at the Altar. KING. CELICA. King. Calica; thou only child, whom I repent Not yet to have begot, thy work is vain : Thou run'st against my destiny's intent. Fear not my fall; the steep is fairest plain ; And error safest guide unto his end, Who nothing but mischance can have to friend. When our succession springs, then ripe to fall. Age there is also in a prince's state, Which is contempt, grown of misgovernment, If fortune bind desires to one estate. Then mark! Blind, as a man: scorn'd, as a king; O safety! thou art then a hateful thing, When children's death assures the father's state. Cælica, then cease; importune me no more: Who would consent to live Where love cannot revenge, nor truth forgive? King. Occasion to my son hath turn'd her face; My inward wants all outward strengths betray; And so make that impossible I may. Calica. Yet live: Live for the state. King. Whose ruins glasses are, Wherein see errors of myself I must, And hold my life of danger, shame, and care. 10 20 30 40 Calica. When fear propounds, with loss men ever choose. King. Nothing is left me but myself to lose. Calica. And is it nothing then to lose the state? King. Where chance is ripe, there counsel comes too late. Calica, by all thou ow'st the gods and me, I do conjure thee, leave me to my chance. If nature saw no cause of sudden ends, She, that but one way made to draw our breath, 10 Calica. Yet, Sir, if weakness be not such a sand As neither wrong nor counsel can manure; Choose and resolve what death you will endure. King. This sword, thy hands, may offer up my breath And plague my life's remissness in my death. Calica. Unto that duty if these hands be born, I must think God and truth were names of scorn. Again, this justice were if life were loved, Now merely grace; since death doth but forgive A life to you, which is a death to live; Pain must displease that satisfies offence. 20 King. Chance hath left death no more to spoil but sense. Calica. Then sword, do justice' office thorough me: I offer more than that he hates to thee. [Offers to kill herself. Calica. No cliff or rock is so precipitate, Calica. Then be a king, no tyrant of thyself: 30 King. If disobedience, and obedience both, Still do me hurt; in what strange state am I? But hold thy course; it well becomes my blood, To do their parents mischief with their good. Calica. Yet, Sir, hark to the poor oppressed tears, The just men's moan, that suffer by your fall; A prince's charge is to protect them all. And shall it nothing be that I am yours? The world without, my heart within, doth know, I never had unkind, unreverent powers. If thus you yield to Alaham's treachery, He ruins you: 'tis you, Sir, ruin me. 10 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. 20 Calica. Will you do that which Alaham cannot? He hath no good; you have no ill, but he: This mar-right yielding's honour's tyranny. King. Have I not done amiss? am I not ill, That ruin'd have a king's authority? And not one king alone: since princes all Feel part of those scorns, whereby one doth fall. All laws have lost authority in me. Cœlica. The laws of power chain'd to men's humours be. The good have conscience; the ill (like instruments) Are, in the hands of wise authority, 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 everywhere. 30 King. Put down my son: for that must be the way: A father's shame: a prince's tyranny; The sceptre ever shall misjudged be. Calica. Let them fear rumour that do work amiss; Blood, torments, death, horrors of cruelty, Have time, and place. Look through these skins of fear, Which still persuade the better side to bear. 40 |