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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A01836) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 23262) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 958:19) The couragious Turke, or, Amurath the First A tragedie. Written by Thomas Goffe Master of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford, and acted by the students of the same house. Goffe, Thomas, 1591-1629. [64] p. Printed by B. Alsop, and T. Favvcet, for Richard Meighen, London : 1632. In verse. Signatures: A² B-H⁴ I² . Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng Bayezid -- I, -- Sultan of the Turks, ca. 1360-1403 -- Drama -- Early works to 1800. eebo no The couragious Turke, or, Amurath the First. A tragedie. Written by Thomas Goffe Master of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford, and Goffe, Thomas, (1591-1629.) 1632 64 20287 302 0 0 0 0 0 149.04 F The rate of 149.04 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2002-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-03 Sampled and proofread 2003-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Boston Public Library, PR2539.G6 C68 1632

THE COVRAGIOVS TVRKE , OR , AMVRATH the First .

A Tragedie .

Written by THOMAS GOFFE Master of Arts , and Student of Christ-Church in OXFORD , and Acted by the Students of the same House .

LONDON

Printed by B. ALSOP , and T. FAWCET , for RICHARD MEIGHEN .

1632.

TO THE NO LESSE HOnoured then Deserving , Sir WALTER TICHBORNE Knight .

SIR ,

THis with another Tragedy intituled , The raging heraging Turke , the issue of one mans braine ; are now come forth together from the Presse , neerer allyed , even as Twins in this their second birth ; They are full of Glory , Strength , and indeed full of what not ; that beautifies ? The more apt to be soyled , opposed , and disgra ▪ ced ; the rather , because the Author ha's made Exit hence . The intent , and use of Dedication as I have observed , is to no other end then that ignorance and spite , ( sworne Enemies to ingenuity ) should know vpon their dull or envious dislikes , whether to repayre and receive reformation . The Fatherless fellow-Orphan to this work resteth safe under the protection of your most noble Brother , my much honoured Friend , Sir Richard Tichborne Knight and Baronet ; Now for these reasons , and that I might not make them strangers by remote fosterings , but especially standing to you ( most worthy Sir ) equally engaged , I this to you Present and Dedicate : Together tendring the Love and vnfained acknowledgements , of

Your most embounden Servant

RICHARD MEIGHEN .

TO THE AVTHOR IN THAT Transcribing his Book , without his knowledge I was bound by promise to stand to his pleasure to keepe it orburne it . I Will not praise this Worke , 't were labor lost , Rich Pearles best praise themselves , nor will I boast To be possest of more than Indians wealth , That were the way to loose't since I my selfe Distrust my selfe in keeping it , and stand In feare of robbing by some envious hand : Rob'd of it said I ? Alas that fate were just , Since I am found first theefe to you , who durst Vnbidden thus , Ransacke your pretious store ; This magazine of wit , so choyce ; nay more , Steale from the chariot of the glorious Sunne , This heavenly fire , what shall I say 't is done ; I doe confesse the inditement , pitty then Must be my surest Advocate 'mongst men . None can abate the rigor of the Law , But the Law-giver ; but methoughts I saw , ( Or hop'd I saw ) some watry beames of Mercy , Breake glimpsing forth of your imperious eye . O let me beg reprive , your pardon may By due observance come another day . Here low I tender'd backe to bid the doome , By promise bound to him , to him with whom ▪ I would not breake for all rich Tagus sands , Now he the Prisoner at your mercy stands . — Ergo ibit in ignes Hoc opus , aeternum ruet & tot bella , tot Enses ; In Cineres dabit hor a nocens : —
The Prologue . Were not our present subject mixt with seare , 'T would much affright us to see all you heere . One would suffice us , or no Auditor . Each to himselfe an ample Theater , Let rude Plebejans thinke so , but we know All judgments here from the same Spring doe flow . All here have but one censure , all one brest . All sonnes of the same Mother ; but the rest We preoccupate their Censure , and Foretell , What after may be said not to be well , As in most decent Garments you may see . Some gracious Ornaments inweaved bee : Which serve for little use , but on some day Destin'd to please himselfe , the wearer may Without a blush put on , when his best friends Intend to visit him , so our hope intends The sacred Muses Progeny to greet , Which under our Roofe , now the third time meet , We will not ope the booke to you , and show A story word by word , as it doth goe , But give invention leave to undertake , Of it's owne straines , some benefit to make : For though a Tragicke Pen may be confin'd , Within a studies private Walles , the mind Must be unbounded , and with inventions steele , Strike fire from alient Flints — So free we are from setting any price , On these our studied Vanities , that advice Almost disdain'd the whispers of those tongues Which private first , though vented publike wrongs ▪ To the Patient Patient oft ▪ We 'il here begin To be alitle peremptory , oh that sinne Of wilfull indiscretion , 't is no bayes To make us Garlands of our owne mouthes praise , Which who affect , may they so Lawrell lacke , That slanders Thunder may behind their backe , Blast them with Calumny , for we vow deare deare Pay for their paines , that give attention here . And since it 's suffered with kind indulgence We hope that Kingly Parent 's our defence , Who would not have his dandling love be knowne , But unto those had off spring of their owne , And for we are assured that here be No braines so curst with blacke sterilitie . But of some nature they can freely call , Births more mature , and Caelestiall , Their studies issue , they like kindest Mothers , With tender hands will swath the limbes of others .
THE ARGVMENT . A Suppos'd Victory by AMVRATH Obtain'd in Greece , where many captives Take , , One among the rest , IRENE , conquers him ; For taken with her love , he sounds retreat . Eternally from Warre : but after , mov'd With murmur of his Nobles , in her Bed Before his Councels face , strikes off her head . Then ruinating former bloudy broyles , He straight ore ' comes all Christian Provinces , Invades the Confines of his Sonne in Law , Fires Caramania , and makes Aladin With 's Wife and Children suppliant for their lives ; At length appointed his greatest Field to fight , Vpon Cassanae's Plaines , where having got A wondrous Conquest 'gainst the Christians , Comes the next morne to overview the dead , 'Mongst whom a Christian Captaine Cobelitz , Lying wounded there , at sight of Amurath , Rising and staggering towards him , desperately With a short dagger wounds him to the heart , And then immediately the Christian dyes . The Turke expiring , Bajazet his Heyre Strangles his younger brother : Thus still springs The Tragick sport which Fortune makes with Kings .
The Actors . AMVRATH . LALA SCHAHIN . — Tutor to Amurath . EVRENOSES , CHASE ILLIBEGGE . two Turkish Captaines . COBELITZ . — a Christian Captaine . LAZARVS the Despot or Governour of Servia . SASMENOS — Governour of Bulgaria . ALADIN — Sonne in Law to Amurath : and King of Caramania . Two Lords with ALADIN . Two Embassadors . BAIAZET , — Eldest Sonne to Amurath . IACYL , — Youngest Sonne to Amurath . CARRADIN BASSA . — A Governor under the Turke . For the Maske . Iupiter . Iune . Mars . Venus . Apollo . Pallas . Neptune . Cupid . Hector . Achil. Alex. Phil. Women Actors . EVMORPHE , — Concubine to Amurath . MENTHE . — An attendant on Eumorphe . HATYN , — Daughter to the Lord of Phrygia , married to Baiazet . ALDINES Wife . — Two little Boyes with her . Mutes . Men Christians taken , given to Amurath for Ianizaries . Sixe Christian Maidens presented to Hatun supposed to be Kings Daughters .
THE COVRAGIOVS TVRKF , OR , AMVRATH the first .
Actus , I.
Scaena , I. Enter asfrom Warre , Lala-Schahin at one doore , with 〈◊〉 Musicke , Souldiers , a March . Enter to him at the other doore , Amurath in State , with Eumorphe his Concubine , attendants L and Ladies . Amurath . BE dumb those now harsh notes , our softer eares Shall never be acquainted with such sounds , Peace ( our grand ) Captain , see here 〈◊〉 , That would have once confronted Mars himselfe , ( Acknowledged for a better Deity ) Puts off ambitious burdens , and doth hate Through bloudy Rivers to make passages , Whereby his Soule might flote to Acheron , Wrinckle your browes no more ( sterne fates ) for we Scorne to be made the servile Ministers To cut those threads , at which your selves have trembled , Esteeming us the fiercer Destiny . Yet must great Amurath thanke those sacred powers , They have enricht our soules with such a price , As had those Heroes whose revengefull Armes , Serv'd Mars a ten yeares Prentiship at Troy , Ere dream'd succeeding times should be possest , With such an unparalel'd unprized beauty as my Saint : They would not have prevented so their blisse , But beene most humble Sutors to the Gods , To have protracted their then fond spent life , But to behold this object . Which out-shines Their 〈◊〉 . as much as doth the eye Of all the World , dazle the lesser fires . Iove I le outbrave thee ! melt thy selfe in Lust Embrace at once all starre-made Concubines , I le not envie thee , know I have to spare Beauty enough , to make another Uenus ; And for fond Gods , that have no reward in store To make me happier , here I le place my Heaven . And for thy sake , this shall my Motto be , I conquered Greece , one Grecian conquered me . Eum. . But ( gracious Lord ) those streames ( we see ) soone ebbe , Which with outragious swelling flow to fast , Forbid ( Lucina ) this soone kindled fire , Should ere burne out itselfe 't is a true Theame , That nere lasts long , that seemeth most extreame . Amur. Can this rich price of nature , precious jem Give entertainment to suspecting guests ? Come , come , these armes are curious chaines of love , With which thou link'st my heart aeternally , Thy cheeks the royall Paper interlined , With Natures Rhetorique , and love perswasion , Stands there attracting still my gazing eye : This then I le read , and here I now will faine , That these all Antique fables of the Gods , Are writ in flowing numbers ; first thy lip , Was faire Europaes which they say made Iove , Turne a wild Heyfer : next , this sparkling eye Was the Aemonian Io's ; then , this hand Laedaes , faire Mother to those Stare made Twins , Thus , thus , I le Comment on this golden Booke : Nature nor Art , have taught how to faine : Fairest , 't was you first brought me to this vaine : In loving Combats now I valiant prove , Let others warre , great Amurath shall love . Scha. Brave resolution , O the fond thoughts of man , Awake Enuo ! I le find stratagems : There shall be Physick , to purge this disease , Light sores are gently us'd , but such a part , Must be cut off , least it infect the hart . Amar. Schahin , Our Tutor , we command this night Be solemniz'd with all delightfull sports , Thy learn'd invention best can thinke upon . Prepare a Maske , which lively represents , How once the Gods did love : that shall not teach Vs by examples , but we 'll smile to thinke : How poore and weake their idle faining was To our affection . Scahin , be free in wit ▪ And suddaine : now come my Kingdomes Pride ▪ Hymen would wed himselfe to such a Bride . Exeunt all but Scah ▪
Actus , Primi , Scaena , 2. Scah. Nature , and all those universed powers , Which shew'd such Admirable Godlike skill , Inframing this true modell of our selves , This Man , this thing cal'd man , why doe you thus , Make him a spectacle of such laughter for you , When in each man we see a Monarchy ? For , as in states , all fortunes still attend : So with a Kingdome , with a compleat state Well govern'd , and well manag'd in himselfe , Both each man beares , when that best part of man , ( Reason ) doth swayand rule each Passion . Affections are good Servants : but if will Make them once Master , they le prove Tyrants still . No more King now : poore Subject AMVRATH , Whom I have seene breake through a Troope of Men , Like lightning from a Cloud : and done those Acts , Which ' ene the Furies would have trembled at : Treading downe Armies , as if by them he meant Of dead mens backes to build up staires to Heaven : And now lyeth lurking in a womans armes 〈◊〉 in the Lethe of Ignoble lust , 〈◊〉 its me for the wanton Enginere to keepe his so loose thoughts in smoothing tune ▪ 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 woman : golden hooke To 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thoughts : and when we once are caught ▪ to 〈◊〉 into the publike view of shame : And 〈◊〉 we lye bathed in incestuous pleasure 〈◊〉 good 〈◊〉 to laugh and scorne at once . 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 senses ! I could eyther wish 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 like those Creatures , which we say Are 〈◊〉 from Putrid and corrupted matter ; 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 we should acknowledge our deare being 〈◊〉 grasse and flowers : for what else is our state ? Vp to the top but then the waight fall fall Vpon their head that caus'd it . Worke ( my braine ) Tush , bloud , not water must wash off this staine . Exit .
Scaena , 3. Actus Primi . Enter Amurath in state with Nobles : Eumorphe with attendant Ladies : while Amurath ascends his Throne , and placeth Eumorphe by him . Am. Shine here ( my 〈◊〉 ) and expell the night More than a thousand starres that grace the Heavens : Me thinkes , I see the Gods inventing shapes In which they meane to court thee . Iove he frownes And is farre more jealous , more suspitious Of thee , then all the painted Truls , whose eyes Bedecke the all ennameld Firmament . Eum. Beauty ( my Lord ) 't is the worst part of woman . A weake poore thing , assaulted every houre By creeping minutes of defacing time : Asuperfici●… which each breath of care . Blasts off : and every humerous 〈◊〉 of griefe , Which flowes from forth these Fountaines of our eyes ▪ Washeth away , as raine doth Winters snow . But those blest guiders of all Nuptiall rites , Have wrought a better sement to make fast , The hearts of Lovers ; the true name of Wife Guilds o're our thrones , with a more constant shape ▪ Than can be subject or to time , or care : And in our selves ; yea in our owne true breasts ▪ We have 〈◊〉 , duty , carefull Love ; And last and 〈◊〉 of all , we may have Children ▪ Children are Hymens pledges , these shall be Perpetuall chaines , to linke my Lord and me . Amur. Art thou a Woman ? Goddesse , we adore ▪ And Idolize ; what we but loved before ; What Divels have men 〈◊〉 , whose furious braines Have oft abus'd that Deity cald Woman : Dipping thir Ravens quill in Stygian Inke , To blast such heavenly paper as your faces . Were all the enticing lusts , damn'd policies , Prodigious fascinations , unsearcht thoughts , Dissembled teares , broke vowes , loath'd appetites , Luxurious and 〈◊〉 desires . Were all these of Women equally weighed , That vertue in thy brest , 't will out-ballance all And recompence the ruine of all thy Sexe . Enter a servant and speakes . Serv. So please your Majesty , L. 〈◊〉 ready For entrance with 〈◊〉 Masque . Am. Tell him we 're wholly bent for expectation . Exit Serv. Sit , sit ( my Queene ) Musicke exceed your Spheares , Thinke I am Iove , and Godlike please our eares .
Scaena , 4. Actus , 1. A Masque . Enter from aloft two Torchbearers , then Iupiter and Iuno , and two Torchbearers more , then Mars and Uenus , and two Torchbearers more , then Apollo and Pallas , and two more Torchbearers , then Neptune and Diana . Whilst they are discending , Cupid hanging in the Ayre , sings to soft Musicke this Song following . Cupid sings . Gaze you mortals , gaze you still , On the Gods now looke your fill . Iove and Iuno are discending , Yet her lealousie's not ending , Mars , sterne Mars , he will not fight , But with Venus when 't is Night . Daphne crownes Apolloes head , Whom she would embrace in Bed , Neptune swels his frothy cheeke , Cause Diana is not meeke . Gaze you mortals , &c. Jup. Come now my ( Sister and Wife ) wee 'l begin To court afresh ! Nay , loure not ( Heavens Queene ) Heere on this greene we 'll a Lavalto dance , What if our haires grow silver , yet our strength , Is young , and vigorous ! Say ( fellow Gods ) ( Since we are full of Nectar , and our cares , Lye drencht in our Nepenthe ) take your Queenes , and be all Ioviall , Mars for our Daughter Venus ! Apollo joyne with Pallas ! Brother of Flouds Embrace Diana ! Gods sometimes merry be : But in the night , when mortals may not see . Each God as appointed by Iove , takes his Goddesse , they dance a Masque dance , and in the dance June observes loves glances to Eumorphe , and at the end of the dance , speaketh thus . Jup. . How now ( wanton ? ) Can I no where goe , For recreation but you follow me ? Jun. Is this your Recreation ? Fye ! My Lord Will you be wanton still ? For here you came Points at Eumorphe ▪ For some new Harlot , some new Queene for you . Iup.

Juno , Wife .

Iuno . Your Sister , ( thunderer , ) and not your Wife ! Banisht from Heaven I am ; and your Bed , Resigne them both to Strumpets , Concubines , Points at Eumorphe ▪ And now you come to see a fresh new lasse In which Pole now or in what part of heaven , Shall she be stellified ? Jupit. Shall still sinister thoughts wrong our intent , Wel ( Iuno ) wel , you 'le ever be a woman , A very , very woman ! But since she scolds , Let 's hence ( yee Gods ) lest her infectious breath Blast the succeeding day : and mortals curse Her hel-bred jealousie : Calumnious woman Come scold in heaven ! For if Gods liv'd on Earth Suspitious tongues would blame most innocent mirth . Here all the Gods and Goddesses ascend at the top of the ascent , Iuno stops and speakes . Iun. Wel ! love lookt pale ! I toucht him to the quicke ! 'T is some new Minion he came downe to see ! Harke ( jealousie ) know Juno is a woman ! Am I not mad yet ? Mistris Bride , adiew : Jove shal not steale a kisse ? My curse is past , When thou sleep'st first a Bride , mayst sleepe thy last . Exit . Cupid . Faire Bride I sang thy Epithalamy , And left 〈◊〉 for thy Nuptials : Iuno here thundered gainst the Thunderer , Knowing how thy beauty dazles hers , She durst not let heavens King once glance a looke , But threatned with her helbred incantations , To metamorphise thine unparaleld And most caelestiall shape into worse formes ; And more prodigious than ever poysoned charmes . Wrought on the fabled Concubines of love : But know great Queene ▪ my Mother Venus vowes Her everlasting guard to save such beauty , Lest if thou perish , Nature 〈◊〉 selfe Loose her onely patterne of serenity , But I must hast , Love which the Gods protect , Can never 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 by neglect . Ascendit . Amur. Scahin , thine Art is excellent ; but say , Doe Gods fall out for love amongst themselves ? Scah. My Lord , these are but fables : yet to make The shew more pertinent , and to grace your Queene , Conceipt tooke leave to put the frowne on Iuno . 〈◊〉 . My Lords and friends , we shall be ever thankfull And rest a Debtor to your curtesie . Schah. Not so faire Queen , but durst I now entreat The Kings detaining from the sweets of Bed ▪ There yet remaines one thought upon conceipt , Which you would doubly grace me to behold . Amur. Our worthy Tutor shall obtaine a Night , A night ofus , in any case we can ! Scah. But then let me informe your Majesty , That 't is a warriers shew , which once you loved , But now are free from . Amur. 'T is best of all , with greedinesse we 'l see it , O how the soule doth gratulate it selfe When safely it beholds the dangerous state Of others , and it selfe securely free ! Glad are we still to stand upon the shore , And see a farre off others tost in the Sea , Or in a Gallery at a Fencers stage , We laugh when mutually each one takes wounds ; Sit still ( 〈◊〉 ) Scahin , thy shew in hast ; 'T is best delight , to thinke on troubles past .
Scaena , 5. Actus , 1. Enter in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of Hector and Achilles , to them Alexander the great stands gazing on them , whilst Fame 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 . 〈◊〉 . Stay you most worthy fhades ▪ brave Hector stay ▪ And proud Achilles , know your massie Tombes , Which have so long orewhelm'd your valiant bones Yawnes wide to let the imprisoned coarses forth . I must afresh imbalme your sacred Trunkes , And sweet your memory with most happy oyle , Of just report , the Gods awakt me Fame From out the oblivious Sepulcher of sleepe , To drop that Inke into old Homers pen , Werewith he curiously hath lin'd your names , Enfolding them in Everlasting Cedar , And made them live to all posterity . Vertue to valour hath his guift assign'd ▪ Great men may dye , yet deeds still rest in mind . 〈◊〉 vmbrae Hectoris & Achillis , Manet Alexander looking after them , reading in Homer . Alexand. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Most fortunate young man , whose worth is crown'd With everlasting Trophies of renowne , How hath he set thee on the wings of Fame Which soare i' th middle region of high glory Propos'd to all , a never dying story . Enter to Alexander , Philoxenus a Captaine . Phil. May it please the ( Sonne of Iupiter ) to accept A Present , which our fight enricht us with ? Alex.

Is it a Band of stubborn Souldiers Captaine ?

Philox. O no ( my Liege ) of exquisite form'd Ladies ▪ Darius his wife , the wonder of her Sexe , Besides a Troope of such shapt Ganimedes , That love not equals . Alex. Philoxenus ▪ We thanke thee ! Yet harke ! There is a secret we would know of thee , And you must tell Vs : on your faith you must . Phil.

My Leige —

Alex. Nay , no Court oyle ( by your leave ) no flattery ▪ We are but man , this very truncke of ours , Is but a Vessell fild with humane blood And we trust not that Parasite like 〈◊〉 ▪ I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 . All the destroying vices of fraile man , I may be subject to , but what base loosenesse , Or supple Luxury , didst thou ere obscure So to benumne our sence , that thou shouldst thinke We could be pleas'd with such effaeminate Presents , * Know sir our eyes shall have that abstinence ●…er 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 That will not looke on them , on boyes , of women , Exit Philoxenus . Hence then , and present some coward with them , Give me a spectacle would please the Gods , And make them bend their Ivorie browes to the Earth , A man , a Souldier , strong with his wounds , 'Mongst fate and ruine , upright and unshap't , His minde being all his guard , his wall , and armour , And if he fall , still noble wrath remaines , In his amased Trunke : not all the darts Stucke in his sides , making him all one wound , Affright his courage , but wrath lending weapons , Himselfe doth seeme a new and horrid Warre , Nor are those Milke-sops which beguile the time , With stealing minutes from their Ladies lips Such as the Gods doe love ; foras the Winde Looseth it's force , if it be not oppos'd With woods of strong and stubborne planted trees ▪ So vertue , if it walke in troden paths That breakes up honours gap , and makes the way Through pathes of death , that flame burnes strong Which is resisted : valor shines in wrong : Of Alexanders Souldiers be this sed , Warre was as peace , when he the army led . Exit . Fame . Brave Macedon , how truly hast thou weighed , The reason of mans birth , who is equall borne , For all the world , as well as for himselfe . The world 's a field too narrow for thy worth ! And although Nature , hath her enacted bounds For Sea and Earth , nay for the Heavens themselves , Nor Sea nor Earth , shall coope thy valour up : Valour of Nature ever this attaines That it breakes forth , farre , and beyond her chaines , And this I le trumpet out . the whole worlds Ball In which thou art so great , to thee is small ; When men want worlds to shew their vertue in , That is the crime o' th gods , and not their sinnes : * 'T is a decree of a true Souldiers mind , Lucan de Nil crede ▪ cum quid esset agenda To thinke nought done , when ought is left behind , On ( valiant youth ) for , know I will appoint ; A Grecian Prince who so shall steepe his quill To paint out thy name in W●…ls of eloquence , That this thy soorne of Lust shall be Propos'd to all Kings example to posterity , Know mortals that the men the Gods most love In hard and dangerous Arts , they alwayes prove , When men live brave at first , then fall to crimes , Their bad I Chronicle to future times : For , who begins good Arts , and not proceeds He but goeth backward in all noble deeds . Death consecrates those men whose awfull end , Though most men feare , yet all men must commend . ascends . Amurath seemes troubled yet collecting himselfe , dissembles his Passion , speakes . Am. Scahin , the Macedons beholding to thee , And history shall pay you thankes for this ▪ Which we rest Debtors for . Scah. Great Prince , such kindnesse of acceptance payes : For things which are but for a Kings delight , In seeing them , he amply doth requite . Am. Eumorphe , Love , Queene , Wife , let 's haste to Bed ! And may we wish this night aeternall time , Scahin , good night : good night ( kind Gentlemen ! ) Thus when we are dead shall we revive o th stage : One houre can present a Kings whole age . Exeunt omnes .
Actus , II.
Scaena , I. Enter Schahin , Eurenoses . Schah.

Observ'd you not the Kings looks ? Grew they not pale ?

Euren. O yes ( Lord Scahin ) you must be his Parent ? And snatch him out'h the Gulph he 's falling in , That fayned speech of Alexanders wrought Like to most purging Physicke , nights then blacke When 't is compar'd with day : Boldnesse is cleare , When 't is presented before bastard feare . Schah. I le tell thee ( Eurenoses ) thou art a Souldier : And I am both a Souldier , and a Scholler , And for these two Professions , am both most glorious : And most meritorious , Pallas is for both : O what Tysiphon , what snaked scourge Can make a Scholler , that should never sleepe , But 'twixt the Pillowes of Pernassus Hils , And dip his lips in springs of Helicon , Make him by snoaring on a wanton breast , And sucke the adulterate and spiced breath Of a lewd fained woman ? Euren. And for a Souldier ( Scahin , ) let me speake ! We that doe know the use of swords , and fire , We that doe know , halters can throatle us , Shall we ere venture on a Womans cruelty ? We that endure no Lords , shall we endure : A woman to overcome us ? Most true Demophoon ! I reverence thy memory , no pewling phrase Could so euchaine thee to thy Thracian Dame , But thou wouldst rather perish than she save thee . I le not declaime long on that common Theame , But they have lust lyeth in their fingers ends , And whilst their sweet-hearts breath stickes in their sheets , They will admit another . Lucrece in the day To be a Thais , if the night will not gain-say . Scah. Why ( Eurenoses ) why should we endure A new Queen now ? this Kingdom wants not heires ? We know ( should we have more ) 't were dangerous , But harke ! The Queens for Bed , inticing sleepe soft Musicke ▪ With charmes of Musicke : wel , even such a Night ▪ May yet prove dismall ere the following Light ! Eurenos. Scahin , let 's in : The first degree to purge such ils as these ▪ Is to instruct the patient his disease : That you have done . Scah. Yea , and wil yet once more Adventure a new stratagem , just when the King H 'as rid his Chamber , and with covetous hast Thinks for to clip Elizium , and drinke deepe Of his long wished delight , I having skil And uncontroul'd accesse , will in disguise Seeme his deceased Fathers apparition : And by all tyes of children to their Parents , Bid him forsake that vile bewitching woman . Euren. An easie Medicine doth and sure wil work , To rub shrewd wounds , make them but fester more , Foule Medicines we worse brook , than a foule sore .
Scaena 2. Actus 2. Enter Eumorphe as to Bed in her Night-robes , attended with Tayers and Ladies . Menthe. Madam make hast hast ! The King will be impatient If he be from you long . O Happinesse . Eumorph. Why Menthe , then thou deem'st us happy now Thus to command a world of services , To have a King my subject ; and attended With these harmonious sounds t' affect our eares ? Menthe.

Yes ( truly Madam ) 't is a happinesse .

Eumorph. 'T is , were 't Eternal : but I feare a power A womans power , doth but make sport with us ; Why , were we not once Menthe , a Captive ( Wretch ? ) Menthe. Yes Lady ▪ now your happinesse the more : Riches please best , when there went want before . Eum. That power which rais'd us from so base , so high , Can throw us downe againe as suddainly : Me thinks my life is but a Players Scaene , In the last Act my part was then to play , A Captive 〈◊〉 , and a Queene to day . 〈◊〉 . Your Morals ( Madam ) are too serious ▪ Me thinks these Ornaments should elevate Your dumpish spirits . Thinke this Bed a place In which no Icie slipping chance hath power ; A Kings safe Bed is like a guarded Tower . Eum. No ( Menthe ) no , 't is not the Bed of state , Nor the free smile of a well pleased King : 'T is not the embracing Armes of Emperors , Nor all the Gemmes that so inwreath the browes Can so allure Fortune unto their gaze , As she should still be constant ; O she 's blind , Nor doth she know her selfe where she is kind ; Close , those are Kings , and Queenes whose brest 's secure Like brazen walles , Lust's entrance not endure ! Where impotent ambition not intrudes , Nor the unstable talke of multitudes ; Fo●…tune sernes such , they happinesse command More than all 〈◊〉 gold , all Tagus sand ; As Heaven hath given us no more conspicuous thing Than forme or beauty : so like a forward spring . Nothing more short . Menthe . Madam , divine 〈◊〉 of a change ; Beliefe * * 〈◊〉 : 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Is too too prone , in entertaining griefe ! Eum. Our Lord attends to enter in , And surely sleepe envyeth his delight , For he sits heauy on my drowsie liddes , Draw all our Curtaines ; sleepe beguiles our eares . Menthe.

( Madam ) good night ; time helpes suspitious feares !

Exit Menthe. This Song is to be sung in the Musicke roome Dreames to soft Musicke , now when , she lookes , she 's dreaming 〈…〉 sent to Elisium . Drop golden showers , gentle sleepe , And all the Angels of the Night , Which doe us in protection keepe , Make this Queene dreame of delight Morpheus be kind a little , and be Deaths now true Image , for 't will prove To this poore Queene , that then thou art hee ; Her grave is made i' th Bed of love : Thus with sweet sweets can Heaven mixe gall , And marriage turne to Funerall .
Scaena 3. Actus 2. Enter Amurath in his Night robes , a Taper in his hand , seemes much disturbed , speakes . Amur. Turke , Amurath , slave nay something baser ▪ King ! For all aery titles which the Gods Have blasted man withall ▪ to make them swell With puft up honour , and ambitious wind , This name of King holds greatest antipathy With manly government ▪ for if we waigh ▪ 'T is subjects , and not Kings beare all the sway . Each whispered mur mur from their idle breath , Condemnes a King to Infamy , to death ; Were there a Metempsucocosis of soules , And nature should a free Election grant What things they afterwards would reinforme The vaine and haughtiest minds the Sun ere saw , Would chuse it's Cottage in some Shepheards flesh , Nay , be confin'd within some Dog or Cat , Than Antique like prancke in a Kings gay-clothes ▪ Were I no King , and had no Majesty , I had more than all Kings , blest liberty ; And without rumor might enjoy my choyce , Not fearing Censure of each popular voice ; Poore men may love , and none their wils correct : But all turne Satyres of a Kings affect ! O my base greatnesse ! What disasterovs starre , Profest it selfe a Midwife at my birth , To shape me into such prodigious States , But hence regard of tongues ! Were we a Saint , Some envious tongue would dare our names to taint : And he from slander is at securest rest , Not that hath none , but that regards it least . Open you envious Curtaines here 's a sight , Drawes the Curtain . That might commend the act of Love so Chast ; Were now the chariot-guider of the Sunne Weary on 's taske , and would intreat a day Of Heauen to rest in , here 's a radiant Looke , That might be fixt i th' midst o th' Axletree ; And in despight of darke conspiring Clouds , She would out-shine Sunne , Moone , and all the Stars , O , I could court thee now ( my sweet ) a fresh , Mixing a kisse with every period : Telling the Lillies how they are but wanne , Earth in the vernant spring is dull , and darke , Compar'd with this aspect ! the Aeasterne ayre , Famed with the wings of Mercury and Iove , Infectious , but compar'd with this perfume ! Hence then th' ambition of that furious * * Alex . youth , Who knew not what a crime his rashnesse was ! I might orecome more Kingdomes ; have more dominion Enthrone my selfe an Emperor ! o th' world , I might ! I might ! Amurath thou mightst ! The Christians now will scoffe at Mahomet ; Perchance they sent this wretch thus to inchant me ! O my perplexed thoughts ! tush I le to bed Should the commanding Thunder of the Gods Prohibite me , or strike me in the act ! Talke on ( vaine rumor ) fame I dare thy worst ! Call me a Lusty , Lazy , wanton , Coward ! Should I win all the world , my breath once fled , My bad would still survive , all good be dead . Eumorphe , sweet , I come ! you sacred powers , Who have bestowed some happinesse on man , To helpe to passe away this sinful life , Grant me a youthfull vigor yet a while , Full veines , free strength , compleat and manly fence To know , and taste a beauty most immense !
Scaena 4. Actus 2. Amurath makes haste to the Bed , on a suddaine enter Schahin dis. guised like the Ghost of Orchanes father to Amurath . Scahin.

Amurath , Amurath ?

Amur. Divel , Divel ? What ? Dar'st thou appeare before an Angell ( Fiend ? ) Scah. O Amurath , why doth intemperate Lust Raging within thy furious youthfull veines , Burst through thy fathers Tombe ? Disturbe his soule ? Know , all the torments that the fabulous age Dream't , did afflict deceased impious Ghosts , Hartbiting-hunger , and soule-searching thirst , The nere consumed , yet ever eaten prey That the devouring Vulture feeds upon , Are not such tortures as our off-springs crimes ! They , they sit heavy on us , and no date Makes our compassionate affection cease . O thou hereditary Vlcer , hearke By the name of Father , and by all those cares , Which brought me to my grave , to make thee great ▪ Thou that hast nothing of me but my crowne : My enterprise surpast the boundlesse Sea , Cutting the churlish Waves of Hellespont , When the flood stood which wind for to obey ! Euxinum groan'd beneath my burdenous Ships ; I was the first of all the Turkish Kings That Europe knew , and the fond Christians plague What coward blood ran flowing in my veines , When thou wert first begot : who marrest all Thy Fathers acts , by thy untam'd desires , Wherefore with Stygian curses I will lade thee First , may she prove a Strumpet to thy Bed Be her lips poyson , and let her loose embrace , Be venemous as Scorpions ! If she conceiv'd , A Generation from thee , let it be As ominous as thou hast beene to me ! Rebellious to thy Praecepts , printing cares , Vpon thy aged browes , O may they prove , As Faeries for to lash thee in thy rest ! But Amurath , if thou canst quench this flame , If thou wilt cut this Gordian thred , and rend hence , That putrid Wenne which cleaves unto thy flesh , Be all thine actions prosperous ! Mahomet , Shall be auspitious unto each designe ; Fortune to shew thee favour shall be proud , Farewell ! if that men doe speake last , before They dye , take root , then dead mens should take more . Exit Scahin. Amur. What art thou vanisht ? Know ( thou carefull spright ) Thou shalt no sooner pierce the wandring Clouds With unperceived flight , than my resolue Shall expiate my former Vanity ! Looke on thy sonne thou ( aery intellect ) And see him sacrifice to thy command ! Now Titan turne thy breathing curses backe ! Start hence bright day , a sable Cloud invade This Vniversall Globe , breake every prop , And every hindge that doth sustaine the Heavens : For straight must dye a woman , I have named A crime , that may accuse all Nature guilty . The Sexe wisely considered , deserves a death ; For thinke this ( Amurath ) this woman may , Prostrate her delicate and Ivory limbes , To some base Page , or Scul , or shrunk up Dwarf : Or let some Groome lye feeding on her lips , She may devise some mishapen trick , To satiate her goatish Amurath , And from her bended knees at Meditation , Be taken by some slave to th' deepe of Hell ! Th' art a brave Creature , were thou not a woman : 〈◊〉 ! Come ! thou shalt see my well-kept vow , And know my hate , which saw me dote but now : Schahin ! 〈◊〉 ! Captaines ho !
Scaena , 5. Actus , 2. Enter , Schahin , Eurenoses , Chase-Illibegge . Our Tutor , Eurenoses , Captaines , welcome ! Gallants , I call you to a spectacle : My breast too narrow to hoard up any joy : Nay , gaze here ( Gentlemen ! ) give Nature thanks , For framing such an excellent sence as ( Sight ) Whereby such objects are injoy'd as this ! Which of you now imprison not your thought In envious and silent policy . Scab . My Lord to whatsoever you shall propose , My sentence shall be free . Euren.

And mine . Chase-Il . And mine .

Am. Which of you then dare chalenge to himself , Such a pathetique a Praerogative , So stoically severed from affection , That had he such a Creature as lyeth here , One , at whom Nature her selfe stood amazed : One , whom those lofty extasies of Poets , Should they decay , here 't must not barely dump Their dull inventions with similitudes , Taken from Sunne , Moone , Violets ▪ Roses , And , when their raptures at a period stand ; A silent admiration must supply Onely name her , and she is all describ'd . Hyperbole of women , Colour it selfe Is not more pure , and incontaminate ! Sleep doates on her : and grasps her eye-lids close ▪ The sky it selfe hath onely so much blew As the azure in her veines , bends by reflexe . Here 's breath that would those vapors purifie , Which from Avernus choakes the flying Birds ! Here 's heat would tempt the numb'd Atkenian , Though all his bloud with age were conjealed yce ! Now , which of you all is so temperate ; That , did he find this Iewel in his Bed ( Vnlesse an Eunuch ) could refraine to grapple , And dally with her ? Come ! Speake freely all . Sca. Truly ( my Lord ) I came of mortall Parents And much confesse me subject to desires ; Freely injoy your Love ! That were she mine , I surely would doe no lesse . Amur.

What sayth Eurenoses ?

Euren. My Lord , I say ; That they may raile at light , that nere saw day ; But , had I such a Creature by my side Were the world twice enlarged , and all that world Orecome by me , all volumes writ , Made cleane and fild up by Rhetorique straines : Of my great deeds , Historians should spend Their Inke and Paper in my sole Chronicle , A thousand such alluring idle charmes , Could not conjure me from betwixt her armes . Amur.

Your sentence Chase 〈◊〉 Beg ?

Chas. What need your Grace depend upon our breath ? I vow ( my Lord , ) if all those scrupulous things Which burden us with praecepts so praecise , Those Parents which when they are married once And past their strength of yeares , thinke their sonnes straight , Should be as old in every thing as they , I say my Lord , did my head weare a Crowne That Queen should be the chiefest jem t' adorne it , Spite of all hate , that 's an unhappy state When Kings must feare to love , least subjects hate . Amur. Wel spoke three Milk-sops , Schahin ! Your Sword ! Now , now be valour in this manly arme Scahin gives him a Sword . To cut off troupes of thoughts that would invade me ! Thinke you my minde is waxie to be wrought , By any fashion , Orchanes thy strength , Here doe I wish as did that Emperour , That all the heads of that inticing Sexe , Were upon hers , thus then should one full stroake Mow them all off . Heere Amurath cuts off Eumorphes head , shewes it to the Nobles . There , kisse now ( Captaines ) doe ! and clap her cheeke ; This is the face that did so captive me : These were the lookes that so bewitcht mine eyes ▪ Here be the lips , that I but for to touch , Gave over Fortune , Victory , Fame , and all ; These were two lying mirrors where I lookt And thought I saw a world of happinesse . Now Tutor , shall our swords be exercised , In ripping up the breasts of Christians . Say Generals ! Whether is first ? All.

For Thracia !

Amurath . On then for Thracia , for he surely shall That conquers first himselfe , soone conquer all . Exeunt omnes .
Actus III.
Scaena I. Enter Cobelitz solus . Cobelitz . Thou sacred guider of the arched Heavens , Who canst collect the scattering starres , and fixe The Erratique Planet in the constant Pole , O why shouldst thou take such solicitous care To keepe the ayre , and Elements in course ? That Winter should uncloth our Mother Earth , And wrap her in a winding sheet of snow ; That then the spring duly revives her still , Vnlinds her sinews , fils her cling'd up veynes , With living dew , and makes her young againe ; Next that , the Nemean terror breathes her flames , To parch her flaxie haires with furious heat ; Which to allay too , thou op'st the Chataracts , And watereth the worlds Gardens with blest drops ; Canst thou ▪ which canst sustain the ponderous world , And keepst in true poize , securely sleepe , Letting a Tyrant ( which with a Philip , thus ; Thou mightest sinke to Earth ) to baffle thee ? A warrier in thy Fields , I long have beene To see if in thy sacred providence , Thou meanst to arme me with thy thunder-bolt , Yet , yet , it strikes not now , he Gyant-wise , He dares thee againe ; pardon our earnest zeale What ere 's decreed for man by thy behost , He must performe : and in obedience rest . Thou , like Spectators when they doe behold An hardy youth encountring with a Beare ▪ Or something terrible ; then they give a shout , So dost thou even applaud thy selfe to see , Religion striving with Calamity . Which while it often beares , and still rests true , It 's fence 'gainst all that after shall ensue . Turke , i le oppose thee still ! Heaven has decreed : That this weake hand , shall make that tyrant bleed . A man religious , firme , and strongly good Cannot o th' suddaine be , nor understood . Exit .
Scaena , 2. Actus , 3. Enter Amurath in Armes , Schahin , Captaines , Souldiers . Amurath . Rise ( Soule ! ) injoy the prize of thy brave worth ! Scahin ! the Present that thou so profest , Should from the City of Orestias , Make proud our eyes ! then tell me . hast thou slaine A thousand superstitious Christian soules ; Make them stoope to us ; O , I would bath my hands In their warme bloud to make them supple . ( Schahin ; ) That they may weild more Speares ! our hands are dull , Our furie 's patient ! now will I be a Turke , And to our Prophets altars doe I vow , That to his yoke I will all necks subdue , Or in their throates my bloudy sword imbrew . Here Schahin calls in his souldiers , and each of them presents to Amurath , the head of a dead Christian. Scah. Then King , to adde fresh oyle unto thy hate , And make it raise it selfe a greater flame , See here these Christians heads ; thus still shall fall Before thy fatall hand , these impious slaves ; So long as number 's wanting to the sand , So long as day shall come with Sunne , and night Be spangled with the twilight dawning starres , Whilst floods shall fall into the Ocean Shall Christians tremble at Turkes thundring stroakes . Amurat. Soam I Amurath the great King of Turkes , O how it glads me thus to pash their braines , To rend their lockes , to teare these Infidels ! Who thundered when these heads were smitten off ? Starres I could reach you with my lofty hand , 'T is well enough , enough , ( great Amurath ) For now I sit in Orchanes great throne , And sacrifice due rites to Mahomet ; Yet why enough ? I le on and dung the Earth , With Christians rotted trunckes , that from that soyle , May spring more Cadmean Monsters to orecome them . Captaines , what Conntries next shal we make flow , With Channels of their bloud ? Euren. To Servia ( my Lord ) there are troupes of armes , Gathered to resist Mahometans . Chase. At Bulgaria , there they set on fire , The Countries as they passe , 't were good we haste . Amur. Why they doe well ! we like of their desire To make the flame in which themselves must fry ! Ruine , destruction , famine , and the sword , Shall all invade them , Sunne stay thou thy flight , And see the snakes in their owne River drencht , Whilst with their bloud our furious thirst is quencht !
Scaena 3. Actus 3. Enter in aermes , Lazarus , Despot of Servia , Sesmenos Governour of Bulgaria . Lazar. Whether ( Bulgaria ) whether must we flye ? The Butcherous Turke 's at hand . Blest Sanctity ▪ If thou didst ere guard goodnesse , wall our towers ? Bring strength into our Nerves ! For in thy cause Our Brests upon their Rapiers we will run ; We 'll with just hope 〈◊〉 the tyrants rage , Meet him in the face , fury will finde us armes : There is a power can guard us from all harmes . Sesm. Let 's be suddain : for we 'l not find scope , To see our haps . Who most doth feare , may hope . Enter to them Cobelitz . Cobel. Governor , Captaines , hast unto your armes : The dangers imminent , and the Turke 's at hand Lazar. ( Cobelitz ) must we still wade thus deepe In blood and terror . Cob. Yes ( Servia ) we must , we should , we ought , Ease and successe keeps basenesse company , Shall we not blush to see the register Of those great Romans , and Heroicke Greekes , Which did those acts ( at which our hearts are struck Beneath all credence ) onely to win fame : And shall not we for that Eternall name ? To live without all credence even to win fame , Is not to know life's chiefe , and better parts : To us of future hopes ; calamity Must helpe to purchase immortality . Ses. Well spoke ( true Christian ) they who still live high , And snoare in prais'd applause nere know to beare , A contumely , or checke a fate , Wisely to steere a Ship , or guide an Army , Vndanted hardinesse is requisite ; ( O ) then le ts to our weapons ! make him yeild ▪ They which deny all right , of●…give't i th' Field . Enter Christian Souldiers falling out amongst them ▪ themselves fighting confusedly . Cob. Why ( Gentlemen ) we want no foes to fight , Nor need we turne our weapons on our selves ! One Souldier speakes as drunk . 1.

You lazy rogue , what ! come in my Cabinet ?

2. Conspiring slave you murmur'd gin's th' allowance , And wouldst perswade upon a larger pay , Answer the other . To betray all Garrisons , and turne Turke . Thou halfe Can-carousing rascall , I le teare thee , And those treacherous veines of thine , will you see . Llew-Jackets . Will you see your Corporall wrong'd ? Well , since I fight for victuals for company , Vse now your swords and Bucklers . The other to his men . Here they all fall by the eares . Lazar.

Treason the next man that speakes or strikes a blow ▪

Sold.

Then shall our Laundresses fight for us .

2.

Why , Amazons ! Baudicans , come helpe to scratch !

Enter some Truls 〈◊〉 both sides , they fight and scratch . Sesm.

O Cobelitz , what way shall we appease them ?

Truls scold confusedly : thus . 1. Trull . Out thy Corporal ( huswife ) hath the itch , You now will have foule washing , Drab i le teare your mouth ; 2.

An inch or two yet wider .

Cob. What , souldiers thinke you each distastfull word , Given ▪ mongst your selves so strong an obloquie The Generall parts them with his sword . That revenge spurs you to each others death ? And will not seeke to wash those blasphemies , In Seas of their foule blood , which they belcht out . By our approaching foes , against the Essence Of the Eternall . Laz.

Leave , leave , these factions ; cease these Mutinies ▪

A Drum from the Turke 's Campe . Harke their Drums take advantage of these stirres ▪ Let us oppose our strength against our foe ! And in our Campe let not one souldier be , Who will not finde and strike his Enemies . Cob. Now ( blest guider and great strength of armes ) If in thy secret and hid decree , Thou hast not yet appointed the full time , Wherein thou meanest to tame this tyger , Who dare murmur against thine hidden will ? Be we slaine now , there 's victory in store , Which when thou pleasest thou 't give , & not before . Give us still strength of patience , not to wish , A funerall honour unto all the world , When we are perishing we 'l still beleeve , Those dangers worth our death we undergoe . Whilst who is ours , is all alike thy foe ; Should fortune loose this day when we are slaine , Thou canst give hands , and strength , and men againe ; On thee we trust then , and on thee beare , Scorning for Heavens sake to shed a teare .
Scaena 4. Actus 3. A march within , excursions , alarmes . Enter as Conquerours , Cairadin Bassa , Scahin , leading young men Christians , Prisoners . Schah. Bassa ! we thanke thy valor and discretion ▪ In finding fit occasion to invade The mutinons Christians ! these Captives here Shall be good presents to our worthy Master . Bassa . Generall now trust me these young slaves , To be full of Valor , they have mettall in them . Schah. Yes ; and to his Highnesse shall performe A service which I long have thought upon , And which his Turkish Majesty requires ; They 'l fit to be a neare attendant guard , On all occasions to the Emperour ; Therefore they shall be called 〈◊〉 ▪ By me first instituted , for our Princes safeties sake . Bass. Their vigor and strong hearts becomes such service , For to orecome them made our soldiers sweat , Much Turkish blood : the Servians kept the Fight , With stubborne hard resistance , The Bulgarians Left the right wing ; there set I forward first , And like a torrent rowl'd destruction on , Raising huge stormes of bloud , as doth the Whale , Puffe up the Waves against a mighty Ship ; Me thinkes I see the Rivers of their gore : Their Leaders trampled on by Turkish Horse , The body of their army quite disperst ; Themselves all floating in Vermillian pooles , With their owne weapons hasting to their death . And such a slaughter did we make of them , As Nature scarce can ere repaire againe . One hasting to others death , pulling to ground , Him that held up , so they each other drown'd . Scah. Still are they confident upon a power , They know not what , who ( as they think ) can snatch Their praecise soules from out the jawes of death . Bass. Yes , such a superstition doth possesse them , For when they lookt for nothing but their fate , And danger stood in sweat upon their browes ? They yet scorn'd Mahomet , and prophan'd his rites , And nought but horror made them to beleeve him ; So many men were fighting on his side : As might have chang'd my seat , and part i th' world , ( Though Nature stood against ) to a new place : Or carry Sestos whereby Abydos stands , Or pull downe Atlas with so many hands ▪
Scaena 5. Actus 3. Enter Amurath with Embassadour ▪ from Germaine Ogly , concerning Bajazet , Amurath's Eldest sonne , and the Mahometans Daughter . Cairadin Bassa presents Amurath with his Captives for Ianizaries , Schahin . &c. Amurath , How like our Captaines the last Victory ? ( If any can prophesie of future things ) Me thought I did dreame of this blessed hap , How Fortune did involue them in their ruine , And slight from danger , brought them into danger , Each one astonished with a suddaine feare , Knew not the danger that was then most neare . Bassa . To adde more tryumph , I present my Liege , Bassa & Schahin presents Amurath with Captives for Ianizaries . With these young Rebels , which you may bring up , In all the praecepts of our Mahomet : Scah. And for great Emperor , your person wants , A thing which much ore-Clouds your light of state , Attendant Ianizaries to a Prince : These may be so trained up , as to supply The duty fit for such a Majesty : Am. Bassa we thanke thy strength : Schahin your counsaile , And to that end , let them have safe protection . But we must treat now of a marriage ( Lords ) The German Ogly , he who Sceptor swayes The 〈◊〉 confines in strong Asia , By Embassie intreates that he may joyne His Daughter Hatam to our 〈◊〉 ! Embassador here to our Councell speake , Your Masters Message . Emb. Please then your Maj. and these reverend heads To be inform'd my Masters will by me , In Wedlocke ; if your Prince may be combin'd To the faire Princesse his sole Daughter : He freely giues the Phrygian territories , And Bythinia to you for your Dowry ; Catal , Simon , Egregios , Sansale , Abbettingon , the Ottomans estate , Which Ottomans , because he not endures , The Noble Zelzucciom family protests , To joyne with you in quelling their ambition . Scah. May 't please your Majesty to like mine advice It 's good to have allyance with such friends ; Kings that combine themselves are like to shafts , The ancient Sage propos'd unto his sonne ! Which whilst together they were close compact : Armes , knees , and his whole strength ▪ could never breake ; Take one by one , they with a touch were tract , So Kings may be orecome that stand alone ; But two such Princes , knit thus hand in hand , Should Nations totter , they would firmely stand . Am. Yes Schahin we 'll approve what thou sayest ; Then from us carry the great Asians Monarch , This his kindest greeting : Tell him the gates of Prusa shall stand ope , And the glad ayre shall Eccho notes of joy , To entertaine her who shall blesse our Land , With hopefull issue ; greedy thoughts expect Her soone arrivall ; and so ( Embassador ) Enforme thy Priucesse , when she shall appeare , A lasting Starre shall shine within our Sphaere !
Scaena 6. Actus 3. Enter Sasmenos , Lazarus , Cobelitz . Sa. O Servia , our Cities are turned flames ; Each stayes to hast his owne and others death : And as though Heaven conspir'd destructiou too , That raignes downe scalding Sulphure on our heads , Here one that lyes thicke gasping for his breath , Is choakt with bloud that runs from 's fellowes wounds , Whilst others for the dead are making Graves , Themselves are made the coarses that doe fill them ! Nobles , and base , together perish all : And a drawne sword stickes fast in every rib ; Our stones are dyed Vermillion with our bloud ! Old creatures that are creeping to the graue , Are thrust on faster ! Infants but in the 〈◊〉 of their lives , And thus kickt off , O most disastrous times , To love our deaths , and make our life our crimes . Laz. See , see , the ruines of our goodly Walles , Our Cities smoake hinders the sight of heaven : The conquerour yet amaz'd measures out our Townes ▪ With eyes of terror , and doth scarce beleeve He hath orecome us ; yet among these fires , Our dead men are denyed their funerall flames : Aud those infectious Carkasses doe performe , A second murder on the rest that live ! And all the hope of safety that we have , Is now to fixe our flattering lips at 's feet : Mercy ( perhaps ) may wearied slaughter meet . Sas.

Wil you doe so ? speake for I am determi'nd —

Cob. No ( worthy Generall ) Heaven avert And arme you with the proofe of better thoughts ! What though a Tyrant strives to terrifie All Christendome , and would not be beloved ? Let not your feares give impious rage such scope ! As for to bring Religion to prophanesse : Fortune and Heaven will scorne to try a man , That hurles his weapons hence and runs away ! How is he worthy of heavens victory ; That , when it frownes , dares not looke up and see ? Me thinks we three are now inviron'd round , With hosts of Angels , and our powerfull Mars . Is putting bowes of steele into our hands : He doth suggest our wrath , and bids us , on ! O what an army 't is to have a cause Holy and just ; there , there 's our strength indeed . — Tu mente Labantes , Dirige nos , dubios : Certo Robore firmâ . If we must dye , the narrow way to blisse , Shall be made wide for us , the gate wide ope , And the spread Pallace entertaines with joy . Meane time , let 's looke like men upon our griefe . Out frowne fate , Despot , Bulgaria , come ! Turke ! once more at thee ( Tyrant ) mortals must , Command Heavens favor in a cause so just .
Actus IIII.
Scaena I. Enter Aladin King of Caramania , sonne in Law to Amurath , with Nobles , Embassadors from Amurath . Aladin . Sends our proud father in Law this greeting to us ? Was our sword sheath'd so soone to heare this answer ? Embass. My Lord , he bad me tell you that 't was you 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 him leave off this great Prophets Warres , When he was hewing downe the Christians ; Therefore submission should not now appease him , Mo ▪ though your Wife , his Daughter , should her selfe , Vpon her penitent knees be supplyant ! No sooner shall the Tycian splendent Sol , Open Heavens Casements , and inlarge the day , But his horse hoofes shall beat your treacherous Earth ; And that you may be warn'd of his approach , Murder and flames shall be his Prodromo's ! Alad. Confederate Princes and my kind allyes , Shall his proud nosthrils breath those threats on us ? Emb. Moreover , my Lord wil or win , or raze , Iconium and Larenda . Alad. Iconium and Larenda ? I ? No more ? Had best looke first , how safe his Prusa stands ! Lords , I am mov'd , and will forget my Queene Was ere the issue of his hated blood ! My splene is tost within ; mine entrailes pant , As , wen the Sea is rais'd with Southerne gusts , The wind allay'd , yet still the Waves will tremble , Princes , now binde your selves with such strong chaines , Your faith and breaths can make ; sweare to me all , To be as firme to me 'gainst Amurath , As is the skin and flesh unto the Nerves ; Here they all kneele , and sweare vpon his sword . Nobles .

We all sweare we will .

Aladin . Then all here kisse my Sword , Which shall be steept within the head-mans throat ▪ We 'l make him know those will not flye in Warre , Which may in policie in treat a peace ! Hast thy course ( time ) and soone reduce the yeare ! Ensignes may Ensignes meet , 〈◊〉 King , Great 〈◊〉 , scornes to avoyd a Turke : Princes , and Neighbours , muster up your strength , That we may meet him on his full Cariere ! And let it be Carmania's pride to say , To overcome him we askt no second day .
Scaena 2. Actus 4. Enter Amurath at one doore with Nobles Bajazet , Enter at th' other , Hatam , richly attended , they meet , salute in dumbe shew ; Amurath ioynes the hands of the Prince , and Princesse ; whilst this is solemnizing , is sung to soft Musicke , this Song following . Song . Thne O Hymen , thine : O shee , Whose Beauties verse Calliope , Sing to Marriage rites an Io , Io to Hymen . Thorus . To thee Apollo is my sute , Lend me a while thy silver Lute , O what a woe it is to bring , A Bride to Bed and never sing . Io to Hymen . When she 's old , still seemes she young , When she 's weke , to her be strong ! Be Cyprus , both , and Paphos here , Love , sing with merry cheere . Io to Hymen . Am. You Gods of Marriage : sacred Protectoresse Of lawfull propagations , and blest Love Be most propitious to these grafted stemmes ! Drop dewing showers of generation on them ! Thinke ( Sonne ) this day too prodigall of blessing As , that had Juno taskt thee ( like Alcides ) To grapple with Stymphallides , or clense Angelas stables : or like the Trojan Boy , Sit like a Shepheard on Dardadias Hils , Such a reward as this faire Queen repayres , O thou hop'd future off-spring spare thy Parent ! Hurt not this tender wombe , these Ivory worlds , When you are borne ; O be within your limbes , The Grandsire Amurath , and fathers strength ! Line their faces ( Nature ) with their Mothers dye ! And let the Destinies marke the ensuring night In their Eternall Bookes , with notes most white . All.

Grant it great Mahomet !

Hatam. Most awfull father and my honored Prince , Although it be enacted by the Heavens , That in these bonds of marriage such curse Attends on Princes above private men , That nor affection , nor home-nourisht Love But state and policy must elect their Wives . Which must be fetcht from Countries farre remote ! Yet the protecting Powers have such a care , Both of their off-springs and their Kingdomes state , That to what they ordaine , they worke in us A suddaine willingnesse to make us obey ; For , in this brest , I doe already feele That there 's a kindling a Diviner heat : Which disobedience never shall extinguish . And , if there be any felicity From these united Loves to be derived From the weake sexe into the husbands soule , Then may my Lord make his affection sure , To be repayd with unattainted Love , In which a pritty people ye shall live , With soft and yeilding curtesie in all He shall command , my willing armes shall still , Be ope t' enfold within a Wives embrace , If any comfort else there be in store , ( Which modesty keeps silent to it selfe ) Cause onely husbands and the night must know 't , My Loyalty shall ever all performe ▪ And ( though my ) Lord should frown , I le be the lame ▪ Greene wood will burne with a continued flame : Baiaz. Princesse our ardor is already fired , Yet with no violent temerity ; Such as might feare it's short and soone decaying ▪ Thy vertue seemes so to exceed thy Sexe , And wisdome so farre to out-pace thy yeares , That , surely ( Ptincesse ) soone maturity , Argues in them , hidden Divinity . Expected ( Hymen ) here hath bound our hands , And hearts , with everlasting ligaments ▪ Fortunate both we are , and have one blisse The want of which for ever doth infect , With anxious cares the sweets of marriage Beds : Our Parents benediction and consent , They are the truest Hymens , and should be To children the best marriage Deity . Thus then attended with such sacred charmes Our last day of content shall never come ; Till we must part by th' unresisted doome , With a pleas'd error we will age beguile , All starres on us , an aequall yoke must smile . Amur. Now ( Lords ) who 'le dance A Turkish measure ? Ladies our nerves are shrunke ; And you now fixe the signe of age on me , You who have bloud still flowing in your veynes , Be nimble as an Hart : Caper to the Sphaeres ! O you are light , that wrnt the weight of yeares ! Musicke . Here Amurath ascends his Throne , the rest set downe to dance , Bajazet with Hatam , &c. the end of the dance , all kneele , Amurath begin an health , a flourish with Cornets . Amur. And health to our Bride and her father ! O ( Nobles ) would this wine were Christians blood , But that it would Phrenetique humours breed , And so infect our braines with Superstition ! Enter Eurenoses with sixe Christian Maidens , richly attyred , their Haire hanging loose , in their hands Cups of Gold with 〈◊〉 ▪ &c. Euren. Auspitious fortunes to great Amurath ! To ope more springs unto this full tide of joy , Know ( potent Emperor ) I from Europe bring Sixe daughters of sixe severall Kings , Whose Cities we have equall'd to the ground ; And of their Pallaces did torches make , To light their soules through the blacke Cave of death ( Acheron ) Am.

Describe ( good Captaine ) how the dogs were wearied .

Euren. So weary were they to indure to indure our swords , That by impetuous mutiny themselves , Turn'd on each other ; slew their Maisters ; Childrens own hands , tore out their fathers throats . And each one strove who should be slaughtered first ; Here did a brother pash out a Brothers braines , Some in stinking Quagmires , and deepe Lakes ( Which they had made t' avoyd their excrements ) Ran quicke , and in the lake lay buried . Am.

( Goon Executioner of our most just wrath ! )

Eu. Nor did it leave till death it selfe was weary ▪ Murder grew faint , and each succeeding day , Shewed us the slaughter of the day before . 'Mongst carkasses and funerals we stood , Denying those that liv'd such Ceremonies As in their Temples to the Indian Gods , With prayers and vowes they dayly offred : Nor destiny , nor cruelty ere left , Till they had nothing to worke upon ; For , of so many soules that breath'd These sixe are all remain'd : which as a Pledge Of my best service to your Majesty . I here am bold to yeeld an offer . Am. Nor shall this present be unrecompenced ; For thy true service , on thee I le bestow All the rich guifts , which all these Asian Lords Brought to adore these happy Nuptials , On you faire Bride great Princesse and our Daughter Doe we bestow these Virgins ( daughters to Kings ) For your attendence . Hat .

We are too much bound unto our Princely Father ▪

Am , No ( Daughter ) no! we hope thou art the spring , From whence shall flow to all the world a King ▪ ●…Captaines and Lords ▪ to morrow we must meet , To thinke of our rebelliious sonne in Law ) Be this time all for comfort and delight , Short wedding dayes make it seeme long to night . Exeunt Omn .
Scaena 3. Actus 4. Enter Lazarus and Cobelitz , bringing the dead body of Sesmenos . Laz. Here set we downe our miserable load , O 〈◊〉 with whom is 't that we fight ? With Lydian Lyons , and Hyrcanian Beares ; Which grinde us dayly in their ravenous teeth ? The Tyrant ( as it were destructions Enginere ) Helpe Nature to destroy the worlds frame quickly , Cob. Alas my Lord that needs not , every day Is a sufficient helper to decay : Great workman , who art sparing in thy strength To bring things to perfection , and to oreturne All thy best workes , thou usest suddaine force , When mans an Embrio ! and first conceived How long 't is ere he see his native light ? Then borne , with expectation for his growth ! Tenderly nourisht , carefully brought up , Growne to perfection , what a little thing , Serves to call on his suddaine ruining ? Laz. Come Cobelitz , ▪ mongst those demolisht stones We 'll sit as Hecuba , at those Troyan Walles : Our teares shall be false glasses to our eyes : Through these we 'l looke , and thinke we yet may see Our stately Pinacles , and strong founded holds ; That which one houre can delapidate , One age can scarce repaire . Cob. No sir , for nothing's hard To Nature , when she meanes t'consume A thousand Oakes ( which time hath fixt i' th earth , As Monuments of lasting memory ) Are in a moment turn'd to ashes all ; Things that rise slowly , take a suddaine fall . Laz. What course now Cobelitz , must we still be yoak ▪ To misery , and murder ? We scarce have roome , Vpon our bodies to receive more wounds , And must we still oppose our selves to more ? Cob. Yes ! We are ready still ; a solid minde Must not be shakt with every blast of Winde ! Pollux , nor Hercules , had none other art , To get them Mansions in the spangl'd Heavens Then a true firme resolve ; th' Adriatike Sea , Shall from his currents with tempestuous blasts , Be sooner heard , than vertue from it's ayme , Let us but thinke ( when we so many see , Enjoying greater quiet than our selves . ) How many have endur'd more misery ; Ilion , Ilion , what a fate hadst thou ? How fruitfull wert thou in matter for thy foe ? Thus we 'll delude our griefe , make our selfe glad , To think of miseries that others had . Laz. I ( Captaine ) I ! they that furnisht thee With sentences of comfort , never saw , Their Cities burnt , their Countries desolate ! 'T is easie for Physitians for to tell Advice to others , when themselves are well ! Cob. Tush , tush ( my Lord ) there 's on our side we know , One that can both , and will our weake hands guide , One that will strike and thunder ; Gyant then , Looke for a dart ! we must not appoint when ; Meane while helpe for to convay this burden hence Turke , though thy tyranny deny us graves , Corruption will give them spite of thee ! Nor doe our corps , such Tombes and Cavernes need : For our owne flesh , still our owne graves to breed : And , when the Earth receiveth not , when they die ; Heavens Vault ouerwhelmeth them , so their tombe's i th' skie . Exeunt with a dead Truncke .
Scaena 4. Actus 4. Enter Aladin as flying , an arrow through his arme , wounded in his forehead , his shield stucke with darts ▪ with him two Nobles . Alad. Besieged on every side ? Iconium taken ? Entrencht within my foes my selfe must lye Wrapt in my Cities ruine ! Turkes come on ! 1. N●…b . Nay but my Lord , meane you to meet your death ? Let 's hast our flight , and trust more to our feet Then words , or hands — Alad. Why , so much of our bloud Is already spilt ▪ as should the glittering Sunne Exhale it upward , 't would obnubulate It 's luster , else to fiery Meteors turne . Some councell ( Lords ) he that 's amidst the Sea , When every curled wave doth threat his death Yet trusts upon the oares of his owne armes , And sometime the salt fome doth pitty him , A Wolfe , or Lyon , that hath fild his gorge With bloudy prey , at last will lye to sleepe , And the unnaturalst creatures not forget Their love to those whom they do know their own ! My wife 's his Daughter ; since we stand stand His fury longer ▪ she shall swage his wrath . The boysterous Ocean when no 〈◊〉 oppose , Growth's 〈◊〉 is lost , when 't hath no foes . 2. Noble . Why then ( my Lord ) array your selfe in weeds ▪ Of a Petitioner : take the Queene along , And your two children ; they may move his eyes ; For , desperate sores aske desperate remedies . Alad : Goe ( Lords ) goe : fetch some straight . O Heavens ! O fortune they that leane on thy crackt wheele , And trust a Kingdomes power , and domineere In a wall'd Pallace , let them looke on me , And thee ( Carmania ) greater instances The world affords not to demonstrate The fraile estate of proudest Potentates , Of sturdiest Monarchies : high Pinacles Are still invaded with the prouder winds ; They must endure the threats of every blast ; The tops of Caucasus and Pindus shake , With every cracke of thunder ; humble Vaults Are nere toucht with a bolt , ambiguous wings Hath all the state , that hovers over Kings . Enter the 2. Nobles with a winding sheet , Aladin puts it on . I , I , this vesture fits my miserie ! This badge of poverty must now prevaile , Where all my Kingdomes power & strength doth faile , Why should not a propheticke soule attend On great mens persons , and forewarne their ils ? Raging Bootes doth not so turmoile The Lybian ford , as Fortune doth great hearts . Bellona and Erynnis scourge us on ▪ Should wars and treasons cease , why our owne weight Would send us to the Earth ; as spreading armes Make the huge trees in tempest for to split . For as the slaughter-man to pasture goes , And drags that Oxe home first , whose Bulke is greatest , The leane he still le ts feed : disease takes hold On bodies that are pampered with best fare ; So doth all ruine chuse the fairest markes : At which it bends , and strikes it full of shafts , Ambition made me now that eminent but : And I that fell by mine owne strength , must rise By profest weaknesse ; Buckets full sinke downe : Whilst empty ones danceith ' ayre , and cannot drowne . Come ( Lords ) he out of ▪ s way can never range , Who is at furthest ! worst nere finds ill change .
Actus V.
Scaena I. Enter at one doore Amurath , with 〈◊〉 ; at the other doore Aladin , his Wife , two Children , all 〈◊〉 white sheets , kneele downe to Amurath . Amur. Our hate must not part thus , I le tell thee ( Prince ) That thou hast kindled violent Aetna in our brest , And such a flame is quencht with nought but blood : His bloud whose hasty and rebellious blast , Gave life unto the fire ; should Heaven threat us ; Knowes we dare not menace it ; are we not Amurath ? ( Whose awfull name is even trembled at ) So often dar'd by Pigmy Christians ; Which we will crush to ayre ; what haughty thought Buzz'd thy praesumptuous eares with such vain blasts , To puffe thee into such impetuous acts ? Or what , durst prompt thee with a thought so fraile , As made thee covetous of so brave a death ? As this known hand should cause it ? know that throat Shall feele it strangled with some slave brought up To nought but an Hangman : thy last breath , Torne from thee by a hand that 's worse than death Alad. Why then , I le ( like the Roman Pompey ) hide My dying sight , scorning Imperious lookes Should grace so base a stroake with sad aspect ; Thus will I muffle up and choake my groanes , Least a griev'd teare should quite put out the name , Of lasting courage in Carmanias fame . Am. What ? still stiffe necked ? Is this the truce you beg ? sprinkled before thy face those Rebell Brats , Shall have their braines , and their dissected limbes , Hurld for a prey to Kites ; for ( Lords ) 't is fit No sparke of such a Mountaine threatning fire , Be left as unextinct , least it devoure , And prove more hot unto the 〈◊〉 Emperie , Then the 〈◊〉 blaze did trouble Iove ! First sacrifice those Brats — All. Wife . ( Deare father ) let thy fury rush on me ! Within these entrailes sheath thine unsatiate sword , And let this ominous , and too fruitfull wombe , Be torne in sunder ? For from thence those Babes , Tooke all their crimes ; error made them guilty , 'T was Natures fault , not theirs ; O if affection Can worke then ; now shew a true Fathers Love , If not , appease those murdering thoughts with me ▪ For as 〈◊〉 pleaded with her sonnes For their deare Father , so to a Father I For my deare Babes and husband ; husband , father ▪ Which shall I first embrace ? Victorious father , Be blunt those now sharpe thoughtsllay downe those threats , Vnclaspe that impious Helmet ! fixe to earth That monumentall Spheare looke on thy child With pardoning lookes , not with a Warriers eye : Else shall my brest cover my husbands brest , And serve as Buckler to receive thy wounds , Why dost thou doubt ? Fearest thou thy Daughters faith ? Amur. I feare , for after Daughters perjurie All Lawes of Natures shall distastfull be ; Nor will I trust thy children or thy selfe . All. Wife . No Father 't is I , feare you him , he you , I both , but for you both , for both you warre ; So that 't is best with him that 's overcome . O let me kisse ( kind father ) first the Earth On which you tread , then kisse mine husbands cheeke . Great King embrace these Babes ! you are the stocke On which these Grafts were planted — Am. True , and when sprouts doe rob the tree of sap , They must be prun'd , Wife . Deare Father , leave such harsh similitudes ▪ By my deceased Mother , ( to whose wombe I was a ten months burden : ) By your selfe , ( To whom I was a pleasing Infant once ) Pitty my husband , and these tender Infants ! Am. Yes to have them collect a manly strength , And their first lesson that their Dad shall teach them Shall be to read my misery . Al. Sterne Conqueror : but that thy daughter shews , There once dwelt good in that obdurate brest , I would not spend a teare to soften thee ! Thou seest my Countries turn'd into a Grave : My Cities scarre the Sunne with fiereer flames , Which turne them into ashes ! all my selfe So slickt and carved , that my amazed blood Knowes not through which wound first to take it's way ; If not on me , have mercy on my Babes ! — Which , with thy mercy thou mayst turne to Love . Amurath , No sir , we must root out malitious seed : Nothing sproutes faster , then an envious weed ! We see a little Bullocke , 'mongst an heard ( Whose hornes are yet scarce crept from out his front ) Growes on a suddaine tall , and in the Fields , Frolicks so much , he makes his Father yeild . A little twig left budding on an Elme ( Vngratefully ) barres his mother sight from Heaven ! I love not 〈◊〉 Aladins . Alad. Threat all a Conquerour can , canst threat but death , And I can die , but if thou wouldst have mercy ! — Wife . O see you feete we 're prou'd with this hands kisse ! The higher those great powers have rais'd you , Presse that which lyes below with gentler weight ▪ To pardon miseries is Fortunes height : Alas , these Infants , these weake sinewed hands Can be no terror to these Hectors armes ! Beg ( Infants ) beg , and teach these tender joynts To aske for mercy ; learne your lisping tongues To giue due accent to each syllable : Nothing that Fortune urgeth too , is base ; Put from your thoughts all memory of discent : Forget the Princely titles of your fathers : If your owne misery you can feele , Learne thus of me to weepe , of me to kneele ▪ Al. Doe ( boyes ) and imitate your Parents teares ▪ Which I ( like 〈◊〉 ) shed , when he beheld , Hector thrice dragg'd about the Trojan Walles . He that burst ope the gates of Erebus , And rouz'd the yelling Monster from his Den , Was conquer'd with a teare ! great Monarch learne , To know how deare a King doth weeping earne . 1. Ch .

Good Grandsire see , see how my father cries !

2. Ch.

Good mother take my napkin for your eyes !

Wife . ( Good father ) heare , heare how thy daughter prayes : Thou that know'st how to use sterne Warriers armes , Learne how to use mild Warriers pitty too ! Alas ? can ere these ungrowne strengths repaire Their Fathers battered Cities ? Or can these These orethrowne Turrets ? ( Jconium ) what small hopes Hast thou to leane upon ? If these be all ? Not halfe so mild hath our misfortune beene That any can ere feare us : Be pleased — Am. Rise ( my deere child ) as Marble against raine , So I at these obedient showers , melt ! Thus I doe raise thy husband : thus thy Babes : Freely admitting you to former state . But Aladim , wake not our wrath againe ! " Patience growes fury that is ofter stirred ; When Conquerours waxe calme , and cease to hate , The conquered should not dare to reiterate . Be thou our sonne and friend . Alad.

By all the rites of Mahomet I vow it !

Am. Then for to seale unto our love , Your selfe shall leade a wing in Servia , In our immediate Warres , we are to meet The Christians in Cassanoe's Plaines with speed : Great Amurath nere had time to breath himselfe : So much , as to have warring with new foes ; No day securely to his Scepter shone , But one Warres end , still brought another on . Exeunt .
Scaena 2. Actus . Enter Lazarus , Cobelitz , Souldiers , all armed . Cob. Let now victorious wreathes ingirt our browes , Let Angels 'stead of Souldiers wield our armes , 'Gainst him , who that our Citties might be his Strives to depopulate , and make them none ! But looke , looke in the ayre ( me thinks ) I see An host of Souldiers brandishing their swords ; Each corner of the Heaven shoots thunderbolts , To naile these impious forces to the Earth . Laz. Souldiers stand to 't ! though fortune bandy at 's Let 's stand her shockes , like sturdy Rockesith ' Sea . On which the angry foaming Billowes beat , With frivolous rush : and breake themselves , not them ; Stand like the undainted countenance o th' sky , Or , like the Sunne , which when the foolish King ▪ Thought to obscure with a Cloud of Darts , Out lookt them all , our lives are all inchanted , And more invulnerate than Thetis sonne . We shall have hands snd weapons , if the stone , Of fortune glide from under our weake feet , And we must fall : yet , let all Christians say , 'T is she , and not the cause , that wins the day . We must beleeve Heaven hath a greater care Of them , whom fortune doth so oft out dare ! Cob. Gentlemen , brothers , friends Souldiers , Christians , We have no reason to command of Heaven A thing denyed to all mortality . Nor should we be so impudently proud , As in this weake condition to repute Our selves above the stroake of Lady Chance , A caution must divine it ever fixt , That whilst her checkes , equally fall out , Community should ease their bitternesse . I could afresh now shed those Princely teares To thinke such suddaine raine should attend Heroicke spirits glittering in bright armes ▪ But if the Grecian ( when he heard the dreames Disputed subtilly by Philosophers , To prove innumerable extant worlds ) Was strucke with pensivenesse , and wept to thinke He had not yet obtain'd one for himselfe ; What terror can affright a Christians thoughts Who knowes there is a world , at liberty To breath in , when this glasse of life is broke ? Our foes with circling furie are intrencht ; Pelions of earth and darknesse shall orelade them , Whilst we shall mount , and these our spirits light , Shall be yet ponderous to depresse them lower . Nay , my Enthusiasticke soule divines , That some weake hand shall from the blazing Zone Snatch Lightning , which shal strike the snarling Cur With horror and amazement to the Earth ! Which Hell cannot oppose ! Turke , Tyrannize ! Stand , yet at length to fall my sacrifice . Super-Olympicke vigor will ( no doubt ) Squease all thy supercilious rancor out ! Exeunt in a Marah .
Scaena 3. Actus 5. The Heavens seeme on fire , Comets and blazing Starres appeare , Amurath speakes . Am. Who set the world on fire ? How now ( ye Heavens ) Grow you so proud that you must needs put on curl'd lockes ▪ And cloth your selves in Periwigs of fire ? Mahomet ( say not but I invoke thee now ! ) Command the puny-Christians demi-God Put out those flashing sparkes , those Ignes 〈◊〉 , Or i le unseate him , or with my Lookes so shake The staggring props of his weake seated Throne , That he shall finde he shall have more to doe To quell one Amurath , then the whole Gyant brood Of those same sonnes of Earth then ten Lycaons ! Doe the poore snakes so love their misery That they would see it by these threatning lights ? Dare ye blaze still ? I le tosse up Buckets full Of Christians bloud to quench you : by those haires Drag you beneath the Center : there put out All your praesaging flames in 〈◊〉 ! Can you outbrave me with your pidling Lights ? Yawne earth with Casements as wide as hel it selfe ▪ Here a Vault opens . Burne Heaven as ardent as the Lemnian flames ! Wake ( pale Tysiphon ) spend all thy snakes ! Be Eacus , and Minos as severe As if the Gaole delivery of us all Were the next Sessions ! I le pull Radamant By his flaming furres from out his Iron Chaire . Whilst he is in his fury , arise foure Fiends , framed like Turkish Kings , but blacke , his supposed Predecessors dance about him to a kind of hideous noyse , sing this Song , following .
1. Fiend . Horror dismall cryes , and yells Of these thy Grandsires thee fore-tells , Furies sent of thee to learne Crimes , which they could nere discerne . All. Furies sent , &c. 2. Fiend . O Amurathl thy Father 's come , To warne thee of a suddaine doome , Which in Cassanoe's fields attends To bring thee to thy Hellish friends . All. Which in Cassanoes , &c. 3. Fiend . Megaera and Ennio both doe stand , Trembling , least when thou art damn'd Chiefe of Furies thou shouldst bee , And they their snakes resigne to thee . All. Chiefe of Furies , &c. 4. Fiend . Terror we a while will leave thee , Till Cocytus Lake receive thee . Cerberus will quake for feare Where he a new Turkes fate shall heare . All. Cerberus will , &c.
Am. Now who the Divell sent my Grandsires hither ? Had Pluto no taske else to set them too ? He should have bound them to Ixions wheele , Or bid them roule the stone of Sysiphus : Beshrew me , but their singing did not please me ! Have they not beene so drunke with Lethe yet As to forget me ? Then can portend no ill For , should the fates be twining my last threed ; Yet none durst come from Hell to tell me so ! Shall I be scar'd with a Night-walking Ghost ; Or what my working fancy shall present ? Why , I can looke more terrible , then Night , And command darknesse in the unwilling day : Make Hecate start : and draw backe her head , To wrap it in a swarthy vaile of Clouds . Drop sheets of Sulphure , you prodigious skyes ! Cyclops , run all thy Bullets into Aetna , Then vomit them at once ! should Christians Couch to the bottomlesse abysse of 〈◊〉 , Or hide themselves under Avernaes shade , This mine arme should fetch them out ! Day must performe What I intend , wrath raines a bloudy storme : And now 'gins rise the Sunne , which yet not knowes The misery it shall see on Amuraths Foes , Lords , Leaders , Captaines : Enter Schahin and others . Schah.

Your Highnesse up so soone ?

Am. He small rest takes , That dreames on nought but bloudy broyles and death . Schah. Your Grace seemes much distempered : Beds of sweat Bedew your browes with never wonted palenesse . Am. Why ; see you not ? The heavens are turn'd Court Ladies , And put on other Haire besides their owne : Canst guesse ( learn'd Schahin ) what these flames portend ? 〈◊〉 . My Lord , such things as these we 〈◊〉 must 〈◊〉 , And wonder at , and yet not search the reason , Perchance unwholsome fogs exhailed 〈◊〉 th' Sunne Are set a blazing by his too neere heate : But 't is not lawfull that a mortall eye : Should dare to penetrate Heavens secrecy . Am.

Doth it not bode a Conquest ?

Schah. Yes , 'gainst the Christians : For , unto them it bends sinister lookes , And frownes upon their army more then ours . Amur. So , so ! come on , ere ' Phosphorus appeare Let 's too 't , and so prevent that sluggard Sol ! If we want light , we 'll from our Winnards ▪ Strike fire enough to scorch the Vniverse ▪ Mine armour there ! Some goe for his armour . Now ( Mahomet ) I implore Thy promist ayde for this auspitious day ! Tosse me aloft , and make me ride on Clouds ! If my horse faile me , those fire breathing jades , ( Which the boy Phaethon knew not how to guide ) Will I plucke out from out the flaming teame , And hurle my selfe against those condense Spheares , On which i le sit , and stay their turning Orbes ; The whole vertigious Circle shall stand still , But to behold me : Mine armour 〈◊〉 ! So helpe on here , now like Alcides do I girt my selfe , They bring his Armor . With well knit sinewes , able to stagger Earth , And threaten Nature with a second Chaos : If one impetuous broyle remaine to come In future ages , set on foote this houre ! How well this weight of steele befits my strength ? Me thinks the Gods stand quivering , and doe feare ( When I am arm'd ) another Phiegrae 's neare ! Chiron shall see his Pindus at my feet ! And , i le climbe to Heaven , and pull it downe , And kicke the weighty burden of the world , From off the Babies shoulders that supports it ! For I am safer Buckled 'gainst my foe . Then sturdy Iason who by the inchanted charmes Medea gave , incountred Vnicornes , Queld Lyons , struggeld with fiery belching Buls : Obtain'd a glorious prize , a Fleece , a Fleece Dipt deepe in tincture of the Christians bloud . Shall be my spoyle , nay should they hide their heads In their Gods bosome , here 's a sword shall reach thē●… Come they shall know no place is free from wrath , When boyling bloud is stirr'd in Amurath . Exeunt . An alarme , excursions : fight within . Enter at one doore a Christian , at another a Turke ; fight , both 〈◊〉 : so a new charge , the Turkes kill most . Enter Lazarus , Schahin kils him . Enter Eurenoses , Cobelitz , they fight , Cobelitz faints , falls for doad . A showt within , a token of Victory on the Turkes side , a Retrait sounded .
Scaena 4. Actus 5. Enter above Amurath , Bajazet , Nobles , to see the spoyle . Schah. Here ( mighty Prince ) take view of Victory , And see the field too narrow for thy spoyles ! Erynnus hides her head as if afraid , To see a slaughter . She durst never hope for , Earth hath the Carkasses , and denies them Graves , And lets them be and rot , and fat her wombe , Scorning to be unto slaves a Tombe . Am. Where are become those ominous Comets now ? What ? are those pissing Candles quite extinct ? Leave their disasterous snuffes no stench behind them ? 'T is something yet , that their God seeth their slaughter . Lending sulphurious Meteors to behold The blest destruction of these Parasites ▪ I knew the Elements would first untye The Nerves of the Vniverse , then let me dye ! Here Cobelitz riseth as awakt , amazed leaning on his Sword , stumbling ore the dead bodies , lookes towards Amurath . Euren. See ( King ) here 's one worme yet that dare confesse He breaths and lives , which once this hand crusht downe . amor. Ha , ha , by Mahomet and we are weary now : Some Mercy shall lay Victory asleepe . It will a Lawreat prove to this great strife , 'Mongst all these murdered to give one his life , So we 'll discend . He goeth from aloft . C●… . From what a dismall grave am I awaked , Intombed within a Golgotha of men ; Have all these Soules prevented me in blisse , And left me in a dreame of happinesse ? But soft ! me thoughts he sayd he would descend ! Then , Heavens one minutes breath , that 's all I aske , And then I shall performe my lifes true taske . Amurath descends on the Stage , Cobelitz staggers towards him . Am.

Poore slave , wouldst live ?

Here Cobelitz is come to him , seeming to kneele , stabs him with a pocket Dagger . Cob. Yes Turke to see thee dye ! Howle , howle ▪ ( grim Tartar ) yell ( thou gristly Wolfe ) Force the bloud from out thy gaping Wound ! Dij tibi non mortem , quae cunctis pena paratur , Sed sensum post fata , tua dent ( impie ) morti . Amur. My spirit makes me not to feele thy weapon ! Hold you ( crackt Organs ) of my shottered life , I am not toucht yet ! can I not mocke my death , And thinke 't is but a dreame tells me I am hurt ? Dar'st thou then leave me ( bloud ? ) Canst be so bold As to forsake these veynes to flow on Earth ? And must , I like th' unhappy Roman , dye By a slaves hand ? Cob. Tyrant , 't is knowne He 's Lord of others lifes that scornes his owne ! Am. I that could scarce ere sleepe , can I ere die ? And will none feare my life when I am dead Tortures and torments for the murderer ! Cob. Ha , ha , ha ! Leaning on his sword . I thanke the ( great omnipotent ) I I Shall ere laugh out the lag end of my life ! Am. Villaine , thy laugh wounds worse then did thy Dagger ! Are you Lethargick ( Lords ) in cruelty ? Cob. Nay , heare me ( Turke ) now will I prompt their rage Locke me in the Bull of Phalaris , Cut off these eye-lids , bid me then out-gaze The parching Sun-beames ; flea this tender skin , Set nests of Hornets on my rawest flesh , Let the Siconian Clouds drop brimstone on me , Powre boyling Lemnos on my greenest wounds , Put on my shoulder Nessus poysoned shirt , The Lord that holds 〈◊〉 Amurath offers to touch his wounds . Bind all these bloudy faces to my face Rocke me Procrastes like — Am.

Hell , oh ! I cannot brooke your smallest touch ,

Cob. Ha , ha , each groane is Balsome to my wounds : I am perfect well ! Bajazet offers to kill Cobelitz ; a Nobleman holds his hand ▪ Schah.

Rascall dar'st deride us ?

Cob. Yea ? and while your witty furies shall invent For me , some never heard of punishment ; I see a guard of Saints ready to take me hence . Take then froe flight , my new rewarded soule , And seate thee on the winged Seraphims , Hast to the Empyreum , where thy welcome Shall be an Haleluia , anthem'd forth By the Chorus of the Angell-Hierarchy . Pierce with ( swift plumes ) the concave paths o th' Moone Where the black ayre enlightened is with starres . Stay not to wonder ( there ) of wandring Signes At the inhorn'd Gemini , or Amphious Harpe , At Arctos , or Bootes , or the Beare , ( Which are to please wizard Astrologers ) Soare higher with the pitch and then looke downe To laugh at the hard trifles of the world ! Perchance some oft have knowne a better life , Never did none ere leave it more willingly . Am. Feare your deaths ( Gods ) for I have lost my life , And what I most ( complaine ) my tyranny ! C●…b . Soule to detaine thee from thy wished rest Were but an envious part ! arise , farewell : To stay thee to accuse or fate or man Would shew I were unwilling yet to leave thee But deare companion hence : cut through the ayre : Let not the grosenesse of my Earth ore-lime Thy speedy wings , fly without weight of crime . He dyes . Am. O now have I and Fortune tryed it out . With all her best of favours was I crown'd And suffred her worst threats , when most she frown'd . Stay ( Soulel ) a King , a Turke , commands thee stay ! Sure I am but an actor , and must strive To personate the Tragicke ends of Kings . And so ( to winne applause unto the Scaene ) With fained passion thus must graspe at death ! O but I see pale Nemesis at hand : Art thou dull fate , and dost not overspread Gimmerion wings of death throughout the world ; What ? Not one Earthquake ? One blazing Comet T' accompany my soule t' his Funerall ? is not this houre the generall period To nere returning time ? Last breath command A new Dewcalions deluge , that with me The world may swim to his Eternall Grave , Cracke hindge that holds this globe , and welcome death , Wilt thou not stay Soule ? Friend not stay with Kings ? Sinke then , and sinke beneath the Thracian Mount . Sinke beneath Athos , be the Brackish Waves Of Acheron thy Tombe , i le want a Grave ; So all parts feare , which first my Corps shall have ; For in my Grave , i le be the Christians foe . Here like a Massie Pyramide i le fall , I le strive to sinke all the whole fabricke with me , Quake Pluto , for 't is I that come A Turke , a Tyrant , and a Conquerour , And with this groane , like thunder will I cleave , The timerous earth , whilst thus my last I breath . He dyes . Baiaz. O eafie powers , to give 's all at first , But in their losse they make us most accurst . Here all the Nobles kneele to Bajazet . Schah. The Taper of your Fathers life is spent We must have light still and adore a Sunne That next is rising , therefore mighty Prince , Vpon your shoulders must the load Of Empire rest . Baiaz. Why ( Lords ) we have a Brother Who , as in the same bloud he tocke a share , So let him beare his part in Government : Sch. My Lord ! within the selfe-same Hemispheare It 's most prodigious when two Sunnes appeare ! One body by one soule must be inform'd . Kingdomes like ( marriage beds ) must not indure Any corrivall ! 〈◊〉 was nere secure Whilst she contain'da Pompey , and a Caesar. Like as one Prophet we acknowledge now So of one King in state we must allow . You know the Turkish Lawes , Prince be not nice To purchase Kingdomes , whatsoever the price . He must be lopt , send for him he must dye . Baiaz. O happy Baiazet that he was borne To be a King when thou was Counseller . Call in our Brother ●…cup , Some goes for him . Here sixe men take vp Amuraths Trunke on their shoulders . Baj. Why ( Lords ! ) is Amurath so light a weight ? Is this the Truncke o th' Turkish Emperor ? Oh what a heape of thoughts are come to naught What a light weight is he unto sixe men Who durst stand under Ossa , and sustaine it : Euren. My Lord , these Meditations fit not you : You are to take the honour he hath left , And thinke you of his rising , not his fall ! Enter Iacup . Let your decree be suddaine , heere 's your Brother . Baj. Brother , I could have wished we might have met At times of better greeting ! Our father hath Bequeath'd to the Grave these ashes , to us his State . Nor have we leysure ( yet ) to mourne for him Brother , you know our state hath made a Law , That , he that sits in a Majesticke Chayre , Must not endure the next succeeding heyre . Mac . Yes , we doe : And ( Brother ) doe you thinke 't is crime enough To dye , because I am sonne to an Emperour ? Scah. My Lord , we know their breathes in him that ayre Of true affection , that he doth much desire You should be equall in his Kingdome with him : But still when two great evils are propos'd : The lesse is to be chosen . Euren. My Lord , your life 's but one : Kings are the threads whereto there are inweaved Millions of lives , and he that must rule all Must still be one that is select from all . Although we speake , yet thinke them not our words , But what the Land speakes in us ! Kings are free ▪ And must be impatient of equality . 〈◊〉 . And is 't ene so ? How have these Dogs fawn'd on me lickt my feet When Amurath yet lived ? Felt all my thoughts , And soothed them to the sight of Empyrie ▪ And now the first would set their politique hands To strangle up that breath , a blast of which Their nosthrils have suckt up like perfum'd ayre Well brother well by all men this is spoke , That heart that cannot bow , may yet be broke . 〈◊〉 . Brother you must not now stand to upbraid ; They which doe feare the vulgars murmuring tongue , Must also feare th' authority of a King ; For rulers must esteeme it happinesse That with their government they can hate suppresse : They with too faint a hand the Scepters sway , Who regard love , or what the people say : To Kindred we must quite put off respect , When 't is so neare it may our Crowne affect . Mac . Then name of Brother doe I thus shake off , For 't is in vaine , their mercy to implore When impious Scatists have decreed before . Yet King although thou take my life away See how I le dye in better state then thou ! Who like ( my Father ) after his greatest glory May fall by some base hand : The Minister To take my breath , shall be to thy selfe , a King . Here Iacup takes a Scarfe from his Arme , and putting it about his necke gives one end to Bajazet . Yet give me leave a while ▪ to Prophesie , You that so Puppet-like delude your hopes , And Miser-draw the ancestry from Kings , Thinking , that fates dare not approach your bloud Till they doe seize you , then you leave this Earth Not as you went , but by compulsion dragg'd ; Still begging for a morrow from your Grave , And with such shifts you doe deceive your selves : As if you could deceive mortality , No ( Brother King ) nor all the Glow-worme state , Which makes thee be a Horse-leach for thy bloud , Not all the Parasites Minions thou maintaines ▪ Nor the restorative Dishes that are found out . Nor all thy shifts and trickes can cheat mortality , Or keepe thee from a ▪ death that 's worse then mine . Should all this faile , age would professe it selfe A slow , but a sure Executioner . O 't is a hard thing well to temperate Decaying happinesse in great estate But this example by me may you gaine : That at my death I not of Heaven complaine pull then , and with my fall pull on thy selfe Mountaines of burdenous honor which shall curse thee Death leades the willing by the hand But spurs them headlong on , that dares command . here himselfe pulls one end Bajazet the other . Iacup dyes . Bajazet . Take up this Trunke ; and let us first appoint Our Fathers and our Brothers Funerals , The sencelesse body of that Caitisse slave , Hurle to a Ditch , Posterity shall heare Our lesse ill Chronicled , but time shall heare These minutes rather , then repeate their woe . Now Primacy , on thee i le medio , Which who enjoy thee , are in blest estate . Whose age in secure silence fleets away , Without disturbance to his funerall day ; Nor ponderous nor unquiet honours can Vexe him but dyes a primate ancient man , What greater powers threaten inferiour men A greater power threatens him agen : And like to wasted Tapers Kings must spend Their lives to light up others : So all end . Exeunt bearing out solemnely the bodies of Amurath and Iacup .
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