Fulke Greville - Delphi Poets Series by Fulke Greville

Fulke Greville - Delphi Poets Series by Fulke Greville

Author:Fulke Greville [Greville, Fulke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Poetry
Publisher: Delphi Classics
Published: 2021-03-29T16:00:00+00:00


ACTUS TERTIUS: SCENA QUINTA.

Priest. Hala.

PRIEST.

Madame! whom men obey, and God doth heare:

What zeale, remorse, or charity doth moue

Your heart? The King leaues all things to your loue.

Hala.

Caine, who of late did liue to both vs deare,

’Tis true, did fayle; and for his fault is slaine:

Our hearts are eas’d, as hauing lost their feare,

The rites of humane duties yet remaine.

A Kings belou’d he was; sometimes our friend;

Which must appeare in honour of his end.

Such royall Piles, as for the Princely race

Are made a sacrifice vnto the skie,

In honor of that God, which gaue them place:

Such sumptuous Piles make: But more cost bestow;

Because both iust Reuenge, and Loue they show.

Summon the Mufti, and Soothsayers all,

The Persian Magi, Christian Starre-Diuines,

The first, to sing alike his faith, and fall;

The last, to tell how higher power inclines.

In short; Reuenge, and Loue shine in those fires;

Powre on all pompe that magnifies desires:

As if at once by crosse mortality,

The Prince, and Princely line were dead in one;

Let mourning and deuotion to the skie

Be offred vp in pompe, and publike mone.

Magnificence is Princely mystery;

All great Estates by great expence are knowne.

Prepare excesse: Let no cost be forgot;

It makes men wonder, though they honour not.

Musicke to fix the wandring spirits race,

And sweeten Enuies thoughts in vnity;

That sorrow and deuotion may haue place,

Remorse and pittie flow, and multiply.

Lights of all kindes the light of day shut out;

For darknesse so enammeld is deuout.

Exit.

Priest.

Vnhappy state of Priesthood here below,

Who haue to doe with curious Atheisme,

With sinne in flesh, and in the Church with schisme.

Our office is an holy mystery,

To teach Kings, God; and euery Subiect, King;

How one obedience doth another bring.

But what boots truth to flesh, or lawes to might?

Beleefe a wonder is, Obedience woe.

And shall we Priests, that vnder Princes liue,

Striue in our selues with vice, abroad with might?

And like the hands which winnow rich mens gaine,

Grow poore in all, but only woe, and paine?

No, No: The eyes of Priests looke euer low,

To finde the key of power, that is aboue;

When that is found, all faults beneath we know;

But Maiesty hides faults, as well as loue.

And though these rites of Princely funerall,

By lawes diuine, should not prophaned be,

With lesse, than with descents of Maiesty;

Yet Caine! more Princely, by thy Princes grace,

Shall be thy tombe, than euer Princes was.

CHORVS TERTIVS;

A Dialogue; of Good, and Euill Spirits.

THE Good.

What is your scope vaine Ghosts? would you o’rebuild the skie?

Were not mens Many tongues, and minds their Babel-destinie?

Your beings discords are; and what can they create,

But disproportion, which is still the fairest marke of fate?

The Ill.

Are you afrayd poore Soules? Else why doe you descend

To question, or conferre with vs, to whom you are no friends?

Who feare their owne Estates doe commonly first speake,

As they againe put goodnesse on, who find their party weake.

We doe but what we did, which is increase our might;

And as on earth, so in the ayre; cry downe your borrowed light.

The Good.

What can you winne of vs, that must be as we were?

Whereas you, exiles out of heauen, can hope for nothing there.



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