And since thy son thus trait'rously conspires,
Let him not prey on all thy race, and thee:
Keep ill example from posterity.

King. Danger is come; and must I now unarm,
And let in hope to weaken resolution?
Passion! be thou my legacy and will;

To thee I give my life, crown, reputation;

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My pomps to clouds; and (as forlorn with men)
My strength to women; hoping this alone,
Though fear'd, sought, and a king, to live unknown.
Cælica, all these to thee; do thou bestow
This living darkness, wherein I do go.

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;
Which doubt may stir in people hope, and fear,
With love, or hate, to seek you everywhere.
For princes' lives are fortune's misery:

As dainty sparks, which till men dead do know,
To kindle for himself each man doth blow.
But hark! what's this? Malice doth never sleep:

I hear the spies of power drawing near.

Sir, follow me: Misfortune's worst is come;

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Her strength is change: and change yields better doom.
Choice now is past. Hard by there is a pile,
Built under colour 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 e'en while thou fliest thou fall'st into;

And with thy fall thy father dost undo.

Save one I may: Nature would save them both;

But Chance hath many wheels, Rage many eyes.
What, shall I then abandon Innocents? *
Not help a helpless brother thrown on me?

*Zophi is represented as a prince of weak understanding.

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Is nature narrow to adversity?
No, no. Our God left duty for a law;
Pity, at large; love, in authority;

Despair, in bonds; fear, of itself in awe :
That rage of time, and power's strange liberty,
Oppressing good men, might resistance find:
Nor can I to a brother be less kind.

Dost thou, that canst not see, hope to escape?
Disgrace can have no friend; contempt no guide;
Right is thy guilt; thy judge iniquity;
Which desolation casts on them that see.

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Zophi. Make calm thy rage: pity a ghost distrest : My right, my liberty, I freely give:

Give him, that never harm'd thee, leave to live.
Calica. Nay, God, the world, thy parents it deny ;
A brother's jealous heart; usurped might
Grows friends with all the world, except thy right.
Zophi. Secure thyself. Exile me from this coast:
My fault, suspicion is; my judge, is fear;
Occasion, with myself, away I bear.

Calica. Fly unto God: for in humanity
Hope there is none. Reach me thy fearful hand:
I am thy sister; neither fiend, nor spy
Of tyrant's rage; but one that feels despair
Of thy estate, which thou dost only fear.
Kneel down; embrace this holy mystery,
A refuge to the worst for rape and blood,
And yet, I fear, not hallow'd for the good.

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Zophi. Help, God! defend thine altar! since thy In earth, leaves innocents no other right.

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If vows be more than sacrifice of lust,

Rais'd from the smokes of hope and fear in us,
Protect this Innocent, calm Alaham's rage;
By miracles faith goes from age to age.
Affection trembles; reason is oppressed;
Nature, methinks, doth her own entrails tear;
In resolution ominous is fear.

ALAHAM causes search to be made after his Father and Brother. ZOPHI is discovered, and CELICA; 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; Sanctuaries none let there be; make darkness known; Pull down the roofs, dig, burn, put all to wrack; And let the guiltless for the guilty groan.

Change, shame, misfortune, in their 'scaping lie,
And in their finding our prosperity.

He sees CELICA.

Good fortune welcome! We have lost our care,
And found our loss: Cælica distract I see.
The king is near: She is her father's eyes.
He sees ZOPHI.

Behold the forlorn wretch, half of my fear,
Takes sanctuary at holy altar's feet:
Lead him apart, examine, force, and try;
These bind the subject not the monarchy.

Cælica! awake: that God of whom you crave

Is deaf, and only gives men what they have.

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Calica. Ah cruel wretch! guilty of parent's blood! Might I, poor innocent, my father free,

My murther yet were less impiety.

But on; devour: fear only to be good:

Let us not 'scape: thy glory then doth rise,
When thou at once thy house dost sacrifice.
Alaham. Tell me where thy father is.
Calica. O bloody scorn,

Must he be kill'd again that gave thee breath?
Is duty nothing else in thee but death?

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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.

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Alaham. Passions are learn'd, not born within the

That method keep: Order is quiet's art.

[heart,

Tell where he is: for, look, what love conceals,
Pain out of nature's labyrinths reveals.

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Calica. This is reward which thou dost threaten me; If terror thou wilt threaten, promise joys.

Alaham. Smart cools these boiling styles of
vanity.

Calica. And if my father I no more shall see,
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.
Alaham. Confess; where is he hid ?
Calica. Rack not my woe.

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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. Calica. 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, thou 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,

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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;
And, but to heaven, you may go every where.
Guilty, with you, of his blood let me be,
If any more I of my father know,

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Than that he is where you would have him go.
Alaham. Tear up the vaults.
Sorrow subtracts, and multiplies, the spirits;
Behold her agonies!
Care, and desire, do under anguish cease;
Doubt curious is, affecting piety;

Woe loves itself; fear from itself would fly.

Do not these trembling motions witness bear,

That all these protestations be of fear?

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?

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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,
Revenge my king and father's overthrow.
O father! if that name reach up so high,
And be more than a proper word of art,
To teach respects in our humanity,
Accept these pains, whereof you feel no smart.

The KING comes forth.

King. What sound is this of Cælica's distress?

Alaham, wrong not a silly sister's faith.

"Tis plague enough that she is innocent;

My child, thy sister; born (by thee and me)
With shame and sin to have affinity.

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Break me; I am the prison of thy thought:
Crowns dear enough with father's blood are bought.
Alaham. Now feel thou shalt, thou ghost un-
natural,

Those wounds which thou to my heart then did'st give,
When, in despite of God, this state, and me,

Thou did'st from death mine elder brother free.
The smart of king's oppression doth not die :
Time rusteth malice; rust wounds cruelly.

King. Flatter thy wickedness; adorn thy rage; To wear a crown, tear up thy father's age.