SCENE FROM GOFFE'S TRAGEDY OF AMURATH, OR THE COURAGEOUS TURK. Aladin, husband to the daughter of Amurath, having rebelled against his father-in-law, is brought captive before him. Enter at one door, Amurath with attendants; at the other door, Aladin, his wife, two children, in white-they kneel to Amurath. Amur. OUR hate must not part thus. I'll tell thee, prince, That thou hast kindled Etna in our breast! And such a flame is quench'd with nought but blood His blood whose hasty and rebellious blast Gave life unto the fire! * * * Alad. Why then, I'll, like the Roman Pompey, hide My dying sight, scorning imperious looks Amur: What, still stiff-neck'd? Is this the truce you beg? Sprinkled before thy face, those rebel brats Shall have their brains-and their dissected limbs And prove more hot unto the Turkish Empery Alad, wife. Dear father, let thy fury rush on me! Within these entrails sheath thine insate sword! And let this ominous and too fruitful womb Be torn in sunder! for from thence those babes For their dear father, so to a father I For my dear babes and husband-husband! father! Which shall I first embrace? Victorious father! Be blunt those now sharp thoughts; lay down those threats; Unclasp that impious helmet; fix to earth Amur. I fear; for after daughter's perjury, Nor will I trust thy children or thyself. O let me kiss, kind father! first the earth * On which you tread, then kiss mine husband's cheek. Great king, embrace those babes-you are the stock On which these grafts were planted Amur. True; and when sprouts do rob the tree of sap, They must be prun'd. Alad. wife. Dear father! leave such harsh simili- By my deceased mother, to whose womb Amur. Yes; to have them collect a manly strength, And their first lesson that their dad shall teach them, Shall be to read my misery. Alad. Stern conqueror! but that thy daughter shews There once dwelt good in that obdurate breast, If not on me, have mercy on my babes, Which with thy mercy thou may'st turn to love. Whose horns are yet scarce crept from out his front, Grows on a sudden tall, and in the fields Ungratefully bars his mother's sight from heavenI love not future Aladins. Alas, these infants!-these weak-sinew'd hands Beg, infants-beg, and teach these tender joints Put from your thoughts all memory of descent; Thus learn of me to weep-of me to kneel. 1st Child. Good grandsire, see-see how my father cries! Wife. Good father, hear-hear how thy daughter prays. Thou that know'st how to use stern warrior's arms, Learn how to use mild warrior's pity too. Amur. Rise, my dear child! as marble against rain, So I at these obedient showers melt. Thus I do raise thy husband-thus thy babes, Freely admitting you to former state. SIR FULK GREVILLE, WHO ordered this inscription for his own grave : "Servant to Queen Elizabeth, counsellor to King James, and friend to Sir Philip Sydney;" was created knight of the bath at James's coronation, afterwards appointed sub-treasurer, chancellor of the exchequer, and made a peer, by the title of Baron Brook, in 1621. He died by the stab of a revengeful. servant, in 1628. STANZAS FROM HIS TREATISE ON HUMAN LEARNING. KNOWLEDGE. A CLIMBING height it is, without a head, Not comprehended, all it comprehends; For our defects in nature who sees not? |