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THE SECOND ACT.

Enter Roxolana, Zanger, Haly, Zarma, Achmat, and Attendants to them.
Achm.
Three Christian Ladies, who from Buda come,
Wait for admittance in the outward room.

Rox.
Sure they are sent from the Hungarian Queen.
Her fears have made her restless: bring them in.
Zanger, your looks must now serene appear;
Rustan must find no more foul weather here;
He has endeavour'd to deserve his peace,
Therefore your frowns must with my anger cease.

Zang.
The Vizier gains so much of your esteem,
That I e're long may wish good looks from him.

Enter the Queen of Hungaria, and two Ladies attending her.
Queen.
Madam, your favours have so prosp'rous been,
And so obliging to th'Hungarian Queen
(Still rising like your vertue and your power)
That she does find her sense of it is more,
Then she dares trust another to express,
Therefore is now her own Embassadress.
That high Compassion, Madam, by which you
The Infant sav'd, has brought the Mother too;
As the afflicted with Devotion run
To Altars, where great Miracles are done.

Rox.
In this you trust my vertue, not my power;
And whilst you are oblig'd, oblige me more.

Queen.
Those who at Altars blessings crave, may bring,
There where they begging come, an offering;
Which if they offer as a recompence
For what they then implore, were an offence.
But, Madam, I shal now a Present make.
Of what I ought to give, and you may take:
Buda, for your acceptance, Madam, waits:
Your vertue, by a Charm, unlocks her Gates:
Buda, will bow to you, though it the pow'r
Proudly withstood of every Conquerour;
By force ne're aw'd, nor stratagem beguil'd:
Buda, the Virgin Town; which has been stil'd
(When every Victor courted her to yield)
The Mistress of the Master of the Field.

Zang.
Haly, we grow too great, Heav'n make us less,
Since Conquests bring such beauties to distress.
Methinks my Mother should more tender grow.

Haly.
You feel that pity, Sir, which she will show.

Queen.
I to your vertue now a Present make
Of what the Sultans power could never take;
So much your powerful vertue does oblige,
That it does take what he can but besiege.

Rox.
Whilst thus you strive to make my vertue known,
Madam, you show a greater of your own;
And what I did, you now reward so well,
As makes the recompence the Deed excel;
Yet but a little vertue were in me,
If I should now let yours, your ruine be.

Queen.
How can my gratitude my ruine bring,
Trusting a Kingdom, where I trust a King?
Pardon me, Madam, if I come to you,
As all to Altars with self-interest do;
Hoping they mighty blessings shall receive,
For what they there in little offerings give:
I give an Infant King whom all forsake,
And of a Town besieg'd, a Present make;
But you adopting him restore a Crown,
And give a Kingdom, when you take a Town.
The Sultan may his Armies valour spare,
You by your single vertue end the War.

Rox.
Your vertue has a greater wonder wrought,
It Conquers where it but protection sought;
Above this height, Honour can never get,
For it does Conquer, whilst it does submit.
Madam, 'tis only Solyman and you
Can boast they Roxolana did subdue;
And that your triumph may the more appear,
You in this very Camp have Conquer'd her:
But you are now my Guest, and you shall stay,
Till you at least believe that I'll repay
What you with more then gratitude have done:
Madam, I know you long to see your Son.
Zanger, attend the Queen, and let her be,
By finding your respects, assur'd of me.

Exeunt several wayes, Zanger leading out the Queen.
Enter Rustan, Pyrrhus.
Rustan.
She o're his heart still more victorious grows,
And faster Conquers him, then he his Foes.

Pyrrh.
Your dark designs are all in vapour gone,
They are but Clouds, her beauty is the Sun.
Great Fav'rites seldom their resentments hide;
Revenge shows not their anger, but their pride;
She'l be reveng'd that you her power may see.

Rust.
'Twill her least mischief seem to ruine me:
She with the wind and tide of favour flows.

Pyrrh.
Row with that stream which strength cannot oppose:
Swell up her Sails with praise and flattery.

Rust.
Those are low Courtships for a Soul so high;
Such common fawning she'l despise or hate,
She must be tempted with a subtler bait:
I must engage her by some bold design,
In which her Int'rest with great crimes may joyn:
The Great can never love, because too high
For that which Love allows, equality;
But they to those they fear will favour show,
And they fear those, who their great mischiefs know,
Knowing her guilt, I may her favour find;
Guilt next to Love, above all ties do bind:
Her heightn'd mind and nature much disdain,
That Mustapha should over Zanger raign;
I can assault her only on that side,
Making her vertue vassal to her pride.

Pyrrh.
Advance, Sir, this design e're she can know,
What for her sake you have begun to do;
Honour or craft may make her else to shun
The sin design'd, which she'll applaud when done.

Rust.
And, Pyrrhus, 'twere no little mark of skill
To make her think, when I oppos'd her will,
'Twas only that I might the Sultan blind,
More safely to effect what I design'd;
My faults to her shall such deserts appear,
As she shall thank me that I injur'd her.

Pyrrh.
If she discerns you not through your disguise,
She who has caught the Sultan, is your prize.

Rust.
I should her Friendship wish, were Friendship more
Then a meer name 'twixt those who covet power;
You shall but Eccho what I have begun,
To make the Father jealous of the Son.
I with the Sultan durst at first proceed,
Only so far as might attention breed;
Last night some words I artfully did say,
From Fame, not from my self, of Mustapha,
Which might the Sultan's jealous anger raise,
Not words of accusation, but of praise:
For nothing can old Monarchs more offend,
Then when their Successors we much commend:
I quickly found that he was loth to hear,
Therefore by pause and parcel in his Ear,
Did civilly that poyson, Praise, infuse,
As men unwilling seem to tell ill news.

Pyrrh.
His first Disease is fixt, what can remove
The Jealousie of Empire, or of Love?

Rust.
Now I that fatal seed have own, 'tis fit
That I attend on time to ripen it.

Pyrrh.
When fancy to that fruitful weed does give
But any root, 'twill grow whilst it does live.

Enter Zanger, and Achmat, at distance from him:
Zang.
Warm me, and quench me, for I freeze and burn,
And at one object both rejoyce and mourn:
What mean'st thou Nature, is it bad or good,
Which makes this April-weather in my blood?

Achm.
I fear he has with two much passion seen
The charming eyes of the Hungarian Queen;
I saw him gaze on her with such review,
As if he fear'd the object were not true:
So miracles are seen by faithless men,
Who stay and fain would see them o're agen.

Zang.
Oh Achmat! something does my heart pursue:
I wander from my self, and flye from you.

Achm.
This, Sir, seems one of Loves great extasies.

Zang.
I would I knew what 'tis not, or what 'tis;
Love to my breast hath still a stranger been;
And yet that stranger may be gotten in.

Achm.
Ah Prince! the secret passage of Loves flight
Is as unseen by day, as 'tis by night.
Though Buda should her Walls like Mountains rear,
And Solyman could never enter there,
No not with Armed Crowds the Out-works win,
Yet Love un-arm'd would by surprize get in.

Zang.
Love is a god, and cannot be withstood:

Achm.
Yet he's a god only to flesh and blood:
For those whose Souls are active and sublime,
Resist his power, and so prove gods to him.

Zang.
Ah! talk not of resistance of his force,
Whom nothing Conquers but his own remorse:
I rather would, if e're he Conquer'd you,
Be told how first he did your heart subdue.

Achm.
As quietly as day does vanquish night,
I heard no noise, but saw resistless light.

Zang.
He does, alas! with quiet force begin,
But Oh! What does he do, when enter'd in?

Achm.
My waking thoughts I still for dreams did take,
And whilst I dream't, I thought I was awake:
With equal view, in darkness as in light,
Ciara's image entertain'd my sight:
If she was absent, sorrow made me pale;
If she appear'd, then blushes did prevail:
What her concern'd, did me more meerly touch.

Zang.
I know too little, and I hear too much:
Oh Achmat! cease and instantly retire,
Your words are more than fuel to my fire.

Exeunt several waies.
Enter Solyman, followed at distance by Rustan, Pyrrhus.
Soly.
Rustan does know much more then I dare hear:
Can I a Monster breed, which I can fear?
I find suspition a sufficient pain,
Fear is a torment, which I should disdain:
He robs my heart of all the Calms of rest:
I'le tear the dire Usurper from my breast:
Rustan is full of try'd integrity,
And servants often, more then Parents see.

Pyrrh.
He has more thoughts then he has skill to use.

Rust.
The poyson of my whisper does infuse.
Oh cursed Court! where not to be the most
In sight and eminent, is to be lost;
Where still the weary by false steps must climb,
And yet their falling is esteem'd a crime.

Soly.
Rustan, my privacy you now invade.

Rust.
Sir, it is self-invasion to be sad.

Soly.
Have you a Cure; you brought the malady;
I say you brought it.

Rust.
Heav'n defend me! I?

Soly.
Do you suspect the truth of what I said?

Rust.
Would I had been unborn, or worse then dead;
Rather then e're have caus'd a grief in you,
To whom the comforts of both worlds are due.

Soly.
You talk'd to me, and took my sleep away.

Rust.
Could I in words, too much my duty pay?
'Twere better I should perish in despair,
Then you should grieve one moment.

Soly.
So it were.

Rust.
Sir, you but heard what I was bound to say.

Soly.
What was it that you spake of Mustapha?

Rust.
I did with joy acquaint you, that your Son
Nobly the hearts of all your Army won:
Your dreaded anger I had justly rais'd,
If I your dearest pledge had falsly prais'd,
To sooth you with fictitious flattery;
But Pyrrhus knows it true, as well as I,

Pyrrh.
'Tis true, that he is generous and good;
He will succeed by vertue, as by blood.

Rust.
This, Sir, should cause your joy and not your grief.

Soly.
Canst thou believe my pain will find relief
In that which shows the justice of my fears?
Did I in Winter Camps spend forty years;
Out-wear the Weather, and out-face the Sun,
When the Wild-Herds did to their Coverts run;
Out-watch the Jealous, and the Lunatick,
Out-fast the Penitential, and the Sick;
Out-wait long Patience, and out-suffer Fear,
Out-marches the Pilgrim, and the Wanderer:
And there, where last years Ice was not unthaw'd,
(When in thick Furs, Bears durst not look abroad)
I with cold Armour cover'd, did maintain
Life against showres of Arrows, and of Rain?
Have I made Towns immur'd with Mountains yield;
Sent haughty Nations blushing from the Field?
And must I, at one cast, all that I forego,
For which so oft I desperately did throw?
They steal my Laurels to adorn my Son;
Who can but dream of Fields that I have won?

[Enter Roxolana.
Rox.
What valiant power can be secure from fear
When, Sultan, we your voice of anger hear?
Who dares that anger raise, and hope to live?

Soly.
If Mustapha usurps, shall I forgive?

Rox.
He is your Son, and is your eldest too;
And may show faults, which others must not do:
Nature will tell you, Sir, how farr in him
You ought to pardon any gallant crime.

Soly.
Nature may yield when I my power out-live;
For when I cannot punish, I forgive.

Rox.
His youth, Sir, has not only time to mend,
But has some license also to offend;
And since too apt for errours being young,
Some may advantage take to do him wrong;
And, whilst they Jealous of your glory seem,
Assume a priviledge to darken him.

Soly.
He Courts my Armies to usurp their love.

Rox.
Can that your Jealousie to anger move?
Their love you purchas'd, when you bravely fought;
Let him inherit what for him you bought:
They show their love to you in loving him.

Soly.
They, loving him too soon, make love a crime!
He knows by study of Usurpers Arts,
That he commands their hands, who gains their hearts:
Him whom they love, they still most worthy deem.

Rox.
You have more pow'r o're him, then he o're them;
He will confine that pow'r which love does get.

Soly.
Pow'r never to its self could limits set;
It never thinks it lives, but whilst it grows,
And what it can perform, it ever does.

Rust.
Our Sultans have their ripe Successours sent
To some remote and quiet Government;
Why since that rule is safe, and ancient too,
Should it for Mustapha be broke by you?

Soly.
I did it out of tender care to breed
His youth, and make him worthy to succeed.

Rust.
But if, when popular, he does express
A slow requital of your tenderness;
Which Heav'n forbid, then you may soon remove
His person, till you can reclaim his love.

Rox.
Sure, Rustan, you with too much vigilance,
Turn to design, and purpose, things of chance;
And, over-watchful with the eyes of fear,
Draw little objects, from wide distance, near;
And see them double, whilst you seem to make
All that, which is your malice, your mistake;
But do not fasly, as a Spy, prevail,
Because a Son may in his duty fail.

Rust.
Madam, I cannot over-watchful be
In what concerns the Sultan more than me:
I humbly take the priviledge to say,
That you connive too much at Mustapha,
And have of late been slow and negligent,
In what your care could not too soon prevent:
And, Madam, this perhaps you wisely do,
T'avoid report, grown publick, though not true;
Which is, that with a Byas still you run
To follow Zanger, your neglected Son.

Soly.
No more, these are the rising mists that make
Those stormy winds, that keep me still awake!

[Exit Solyman.
Rox.
Rustan, you must by fresh intelligence
Charge Mustapha, and with some new offence.

Rust.
Madam, I am engag'd past all retreat.

Rox.
Go and attend me when the Watch is set:
Exeunt Rustan, Pyrrhus.
These little Arts great Nature will forgive:
Dye Mustapha, else Zanger cannot live!
Pardon, oh Solyman, thy troubl'd Wife;
Who must her duty lose, to save a Life;
A Husband venture to preserve a Son;
Oh! that's the fatal rock that I would shun:
For Solyman, must Mustapha deprive,
Of that lov'd Life, by which himself does live:
And Mustapha, to his untimely grave
Must hasten, that his death may Zanger save.
Oh cruel Empire! that does thus ordain
Of Royal Race the youngest to be slain,
That so the eldest may securely Reign;
Making th'Imperial Mother ever mourn,
For all her Infants in succession born:
Excuse, oh Nature, what by me is done,
If it be cruel to preserve a Son!

[Exit.
Enter Mustapha, Zanger.
Must.
If it be Love, and you against it strive,
Then greater strength you to your torment give:
Love may all hearts under his Empire bring,
Since to resist, and yield, is the same thing.
Ev'n Reasons power is useless against Love,
For when he enters, reason does remove;
And from your force of anger he is free,
Since none with what they love can angry be:
In vain you this unequal War abide,
When all your aids turn to your Conqu'rours side.

Zang.
I do not, Sir, to Love, but grief submit.

Must.
Your grief I know not, yet I share in it:
A friend is griefs Physitian, and may heal
Your pain, if you the cause of it reveal;
But you, by hiding that which should be known,
Give me a torment greater than your own;
And do ev'n worse then when you shun relief;
For you kill him who comes to cure your grief.

Zang.
Ah Prince! since I the weight of grief deplore,
You are unkind in loading me with more.

Must.
But you transgress against all Friendships Laws,
Shewing effects, when you conceal the cause;
When those you cannot hide, these should be told;
Those show themselves, but you must these unfold.

Zang.
Your Enemy much rather than your Friend,
Shou'd tell you griefs which you can never end.

Must.
Friendship will nothing like reserves endure,
But loves to share in griefs it cannot cure.

Zang.
Then will I throw my vain defence away,
And, though obedience useless be, obey.
You know what by my Mother has been done
For the Hungarian Queens abandon'd Son.

Must.
Yes, and the Deed was for her greatness fit.

Zang.
The Queen her self is come t'acknowledge it:
And that her gratitude may clearer shine,
She does strong Buda, as a gift resign.

Must.
They may, by vertue urg'd, for honour strive;
But why should this make Noble Zanger grieve?

Zang.
Can fate bring greater grief to me or you
Then now, when the subdu'd do us subdue?
We have by Arms th'Hungarian Kingdom won,
And by their Queen in honour are out-done:
A Crown resign'd my Mother ought to quit,
Since she by keeping does not merit it:
Can you my sorrow for my Mother blame,
Who now must lessen in her Pow'r or Fame?

Must.
In such a choice she cannot chuse amiss;
But, Zanger, there is in it more then this.

Zang.
Ah Prince! much more indeed, for had you seen
The griefs and beauties of the Christian Queen,
You would have felt the trouble which I had;
These did to pity, those to love perswade:
They help'd each other to perform their part,
Grief softn'd, and her beauty seal'd my heart;
Through all her blacks the lustre of her eyes
Shew'd like the Sun when it from night does rise:
But I want words for what I should commend.

Must.
How soon from liking we to love ascend!

Zang.
When she her Royal Infant did embrace,
Her Eyes such floods of Tears showr'd on her face,
That then, oh Mustapha! I did admire
How so much Water sprang from so much Fire:
And, to increase the miracle, I found
At the same time my heart both burnt and drown'd.

Must.
What you have told, seems miracles to me.

Zang.
You will see greater when the Queen you see.

Must.
To me no miracle can greater prove
Then seeing Friendships right resign'd to love:
Your Heart once lost your Friendship too must end.

Zang.
Sure I may have a Mistress and a Friend.
The Soul, dear Mustapha, is Friendships part,
And Love for his does challenge but the heart?

Must.
That's a distinction made by couz'ning Art;
Can I your Friendship have, and not your Heart?
Such Lovers Logick is too low for you;
What love a Captive, and a Christian too?

Zang.
How ill the name of Captive does beat
A mind that conquers when it does submit?
Her abject fate who would not undergo
That she might Vertue in such Triumph show?

Must.
Though Friendship may in just perswasion fail,
Yet, Zanger, your Religion should prevail.

Zang.
Since Nature no Religion knows but Love,
He that loves most, does most Religions prove:
Religions true design in Love consists,
Heav'n owns not that which States-men teach our Priests.
I love, but when I on the Queen reflect,
The cause will more than justifie th'effect.

Must.
By seeing of your shipwrack I'll grow wise.

Zang.
How can I shipwrack't be on Paradise?

Must.
Something in your concern I hope to do:
Farewel; I must condemn and love you too.

[Exeunt severally.
Enter the Cardinal with Papers in his hand, Viche, and an Hungarian Gentleman.
Card.
This for the Governour with your first speed,
This for Count Urick, this for Ulfinshed,
These are the Bills which will be paid at sight.

Gent.
Is it your pleasure I return at night?

Card.
You must, and learn who of the Garrison
Form'd the revolt: be careful, and be gone.

[Exit Gentleman.
Viche.
Fortune's before you wheresoe're you come;
You'l happy be ev'n out of Christendom.

Card.
I shall be, if she end as she begun.

Viche.
You are for Roxolana's darling Son.
The glorious Zanger has a Message sent,
Which says, he means to find you in your Tent;
He whom our Queens bright beauty did surprize.

Card.
A Lover speaks at first but with his eyes;
But if he now hath found his tongue, he'l say
Something which I perhaps am to convey.

Viche.
Their happy interview may raise us all:
Men may look up who to the bottom fall.

Card.
My Lord, his visit seems design'd in haste,
And to receive him I'll prepare as fast:
You must not go to Buda; you shall stay
And wait for our success: the Mirtle may
(Which does a forward Spring already show)
Even in a Camp where all things wither, grow:
In fames records 'twill no great wonder prove,
If we, who fell by hatred, rise by love.

[Exeunt several wayes.
Enter Mustapha and the Queen.
Must.
Madam, your fortune would malicious be,
And make your beauty your worst Enemy.
I know with reason, Madam, you depend
On Roxolana, as your potent Friend;
But whilst she labours to restore your Throne,
Your beauty makes a Captive of her Son;
When she does that unhappy Conquest know,
Your kind Protectress will become your Foe.
Whilst fate against your beauty does conspire,
I grieve at the perfection I admire.

Queen.
Do not believe, Great Prince, your Brother will
Submit to eyes where grief inhabits still;
To eyes in which there nothing now appears
To move a heart, unless it be their tears;
You but mistake his pity for his love.

Must.
Thy passion, Zanger, why did I reprove?
[Aside,
Madam, where grief and beauty so excel;
Pity and love may both together dwell;
They both are but his duties sacrifice,
This to your fate is due, that to your eyes.

Queen.
Your Vertue which does thus my fate lament,
May all the malice of that fate prevent;
Conquering a fortune so perverse as mine,
Will make you brighter than in Battel shine.

Must.
Oh Heav'n! I feel my own subjection near,
Even then when she would have me rescue her.

Queen.
Fortune in this has made her last assault,
She'd have me bear what is alone her fault,
And make the Empress think that I design
What cannot be her trouble more than mine.
Believe me, Gen'rous Mustapha, these eyes
Which made the last Hungarian King their prize,
Deserve more grief than to his Urn they pay,
When they do ought but weep themselves away.

Must.
Whilst they shin'd out, who could resist their pow'r,
VVhich, through griefs clouds, crowns you a Conquerour?

Queen.
Your Brother, when his passion seeks relief,
May owe his Cure to reason and my grief;
It will a blemish to his Vertue be,
If he with fortune join to ruine me;
And Roxolana's fame he much neglects,
In making her destroy whom she protects:
This you may tell him, Sir; and tell him too,
I had not sent him Counsel but by you.

Must.
How, Madam, with your Counsel can you trust
One whom already you have made unjust?
For I shall give to Zanger, for your sake,
Counsel which I my self can never take.

Queen.
Were you unjust when you did well express
The danger I incurr'd by his address,
And counsell'd me t'advise him to refrain
From love, which would his Mothers hatred gain?
The Counsel is not alter'd, but the same.

Must.
But I am alter'd since I hither came.

Queen.
It is not fit you should be understood,
I know you cannot change from what is good;
My case with pity should your heart inspire.

Must.
Ah! who can pity what he does admire?
Your pity to my case is rather due:
How can I give that which I need from you?
Madam, I but in vain strive to conceal
A passion which my vanquish'd eyes reveal;
Instruct me how my self I should reclaim,
Before I Zanger for his passion blame;
Or rather teach us both how to endure
That wound, which you declare you cannot cure;
And do not trust our reason to subdue
A love, which reason does invite us to.

Queen.
Oh Heav'n! in what wild Ocean am I lost?
The Tempest rises and I see no Coast.

Must.
Zanger, not you, may tax me of a crime;
I came to counsel you from love of him;
But you, when you avoid my love, prevent
All he could wish me for a punishment;
Your int'rest brought me here to keep you free
From such a love as might your ruine be;
Let me, when gone, at least your pity have,
Dying for you whom I did come to save.

Queen.
You cannot be so cruel as you seem:
Why do you break that heart which you esteem?
Leave me, you must not love, and should not hate
One cruel made by rigour of her fate.

Must.
You should not of your destiny complain,
You are depos'd but with more power to reign.

Queen.
Fate of this little beauty took a care,
Only by that to heighten my despair.
Since you resolve to stay, I must be gone,
True grief endures not any looker on;
And mine I feel to such a height does rise,
That 'twill I hope revenge me of my eyes.

[Exit.
Must.
She is as tyrannous as she is fair,
Born to breed love, and to beget despair;
I did lament her fortune, but I see
One much more cruel is reserv'd for me.
Can Zanger, for my love, my friendship blame,
When the same fire does us alike inflame?
My weakness cannot forfeit his esteem,
Since I but yield to that which conquer'd him;
To love whom he first lov'd, can be no more
Then if I hate whom he did hate before.

[Exit.