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Tell where he is : for look what love conceals,
Cælica. This is reward which thou dost threaten me : If terror thou wilt threaten, promise joys.
Alaham. Smart cools these boiling styles of vanity.
Cælica. And if my father I no more shall see,
Alaham. Confess; where is he hid ?
Cælica. Rack not my woe. Thy glorious pride of this unglorious deed Doth mischief ripe, and therefore falling, shew. Alaham. Bodies have place, and blindness must be
led. Graves be the thrones of kings when they be dead.
Cælica. He was (unhappy) cause that thou art now; Thou art, ah wicked! cause that he is not, And fear'st thou parricide can be forgot? Bear witness, though Almighty God on high, And you black powers inhabiting below, That for his life myself would yield to die.
Alaham. Well, Sirs, go seek the dark and secret caves, The holy temples, sanctified cells, All parts wherein a living corpse may
dwell. Cælica. Seek him amongst the dead, you placed him
of his blood let me be, If any more I of
father know, Than that he is where you would have him go.
Alaham. Tear up the vaults. Behold her agonies ! Sorrow substracts, and multiplies, the spirits; Care, and desire, do under anguish cease;
Doubt curious is, affecting piety;
Cælica. If aught be quick in me, move it with scorn : Nothing can come amiss to thoughts forlorn.
Alaham. Confess in time. Revenge is merciless.
Cælica. Reward and pain, fear and desire too, Are vain in things impossible to do.
Alaham. Tell yet where thou thy father last did see.
Cælica. 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.
The King comes forth.
With shame and sin to have affinity.
Alaham. Now feel thou shalt, thou ghost unnatural,
King. Flatter thy wickedness ; adorn thy rage;
Alaham. Go, lead them hence. Prepare the funeral.
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.
The execution, to make it plausible to the people, is colored with the pretext, that the being burnt is a voluntary sac of themselves by the victims at the funeral of Cain a bashaw and relative.
Deceit is odious in a king's estate. Repiningly he goes unto his end : Strange visions rise ; strange furies haunt the flame; People cry out, Echo repeats, his name. These words he spake, even breathing out his breath: “Unhappy weakness I never innocent ! “ If in a crown, yet but an instrument. “ Peopleobserve; this fact may make you see, “ Excess hath ruin'd what itself did build : “ But ahl the more opprest the more you yield.” The next was He whose age
had reverence, His gesture something more than privateness; Guided by One, whose stately grace did move Compassion, even in hearts that could not love. As soon as these approached near the flame, The wind, the steam, or furies, rais'd their veils ; And in their looks this image did appear : Each unto other, life to neither, dear. These words he spake. “ Behold one that hath lost “ Himself within ; and so the world without; “ A king, that brings authority in doubt: “ This is the fruit of power's misgovernment.
People ! my fall is just; yet strange your fate, « That, under worst, will hope for better state." Grief roars aloud. Your sister yet remain'd; Helping in death to him in whom she died; Then going to her own, as if she gain'd, These mild words spake with looks to heaven bent. “ O God! 'Tis thou that suff'rest here, not we:
Wrong doth but like itself in working thus : “ At thy will, Lord I revenge thyself, not us.' The fire straight upward bears the souls in breath: Visions of horror circle in the flame With shapes and figures like to that of Death,
But lighter-tongued and nimbler wing'd than Fame:
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 seem not as they did ; horror appears. What Sin embodied, what strange sight is this? Doth sense bring back but what within me is ? Or do I see those shapes which haunt the flame? What summons up remorse ? Shall conscience rate Kings' deeds, to make them less than their estate: Ah silly ghost ! is't you that swarm about? Would'st thou, that art not now, a father be ? These body laws do with the life What thoughts be these that do my entrails tear? You wand'ring spirits frame in me your hell; I feel my brother and my sister there.