Kill not thy sister: it is lack of wit 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. Nuntius. The first which burnt, as Cain 1 his next of kin, In blood your brother, and your prince in state, His blood, compassion had; his wrong, stirr'd hate: Strange visions rise; strange furies haunt the flame; "Unhappy weakness! never innocent! If in a crown, yet but an instrument. People! observe; this fact may make you see, But ah! the more oppress'd, the more you yield." 1 The execution, to make it plausible to the people, is coloured with the pretext, that the being burnt is a voluntary sacrifice of themselves by the victims at the funeral of Cain a bashaw and relative. As soon as these approached near the flame, Each unto other, life to neither, dear. . These words he spake :-" Behold one that hath These mild words spake with looks to heaven bent : 99 "O God! 'tis thou that sufferest here, not we: With shapes and figures like to that of Death; Wouldst thou, that art not now, a father be? go out. MUSTAPHA, A TRAGEDY: BY THE SAME AUTHOR. 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, 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, Their minds grow strong against the storms of Fortune, And stand, like rocks in winter-gusts, unshaken ; O virtue therefore! whose thrall I think Fortune, |