The raging Turke, or, Baiazet the Second A tragedie vvritten by Thomas Goffe, Master of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford, and acted by the students of the same house.

THE RAGING TVRKE , Or the Tragedie of BAIAZET , the second of that name .

Actus Primi ,

Scena Prima . Enter , Bassaes Isaack ▪ with a Crowne in his hand , Mustapha with a Scepter , Mesithes with a Sword , they Crowne Corcutus youngest sonne to Baiazet . Isaack . LEt the world feele thee , and those Demigods , Proud with the name of Kings , debase themselues To honour thee , this Crowne commands as much He crowns him . Wherewith I doe invest thy happy brow , Happy indeed if that succeeding times Shall set vp vertue , so to lessen crimes . Thus from the ashes of dead Solyman Is raised another Phoenix great Corcutus ; Liue equally adored , when Princes bend To better courses , all their subiects mend . Must. Crowns make not Kings , nor can that glittering shew Perfect thine honour , take another signe Giues him the Scepter . Of thy Imperiall dignity , 't is thine . That addes a God-like grace vnto thy brow , This binds due honour , that prostrates euery knee Before thy throne , then liue , and may that arme Secure thy subiects from all forraigne harme . Mesith. What seasoned knowledge , learnings prudent Queen Hath blest thee with , must now initiate thee In the pathes of warre , all studied Arts Are but degrees vnto some wished end ▪ And steps of hope whereby we doe ascend Vnto the top ; and leuell of our thoughts . But Kings then proue most happy when they are Watchfull in peace , and prouident in warre . Those are their vtmost ends , which that they may O're-take , Art , and the sword , make fairest way . The Muses nourc'd thee vp , and thou didst draw The pleasant iuice of learning from their brests , In thy first non-age ; here then we bestow The second helpe , to which good Princes owe Much of their welfare ; swords are the first ground Of peace , and warre ; they both defend and wound . Thus are we vow'd to thee , let thy dread fame Thunder amazement through the spatious world , That when thou lifts thine arme , thy foes may say Showts 3. Not Ioue , but great Corcutus rules the day . Corcut. Which that applause hath crowned , and with it Will euer spight of traytors ioying sit As now we doe ; nor shall my watchfull care Be wanting to you , whilst this subtill ayre Feedes mine industrious spirits , I shall fill The good with ioy , by cutting of the ill Corrupted ragges of men ; Ioue let me stand An obiect in thine eye , when thy swift hand Failes in the stroke of Iustice , vertue returne From thy sad exile , I will purge the walls From spotted vice , and make this Cittie free To entertaine so faire a Queene as shee . Then ( Bassaes ) I embrace what you haue throwne Vpon me , and these signes of honour thus Giues them backe . We re-bestow ; their power still stayes with vs . Could this vast body of the Common-wealth Stand fast without a soule ? each man should see I am not greedy of this dignity : This burdenous waight which some must vndergoe , The gods are busied with diuiner things , And put Earths care into the hands of Kings .

Actus Primi , Scena Secunda . After some clamors of applause Enter Ch●rsogl●● , and Achmetes at seuerall doores . Achmet . And is Baiazet arriu'd ? Chers. So fame reports Yet how he doth digest Corcutus Raigne , That euerie Bird sings not ; but sure with paine . A Turkish Baiazet , and suffer wrong , May for a time conceale his griefe , not long . Eagles soare high , and scorne that shorter Plumes Should reach the cloudes , which their proud wings can touch , Corcutus must not raigne , to keepe his fathers right Due to his father , nor will he if he might , E●nter Isaack ▪ Hee 's learned , therefore iust , Arts not allow To were a Crowne due to anothers brow . Isa. Dar'st thou oppose his greatnesse ? is not Greece Already wrackt enough ? haue thy provd Towers Reard vp their loftie spires ? which steep'd in blood , Threw a reflex of red backe to the clouds , And blush't at their owne ruines , are thy crude wounds Already stopt , and is that day forgot , In which the Turkish Mavors Ottoman , Wielded a sword of death within thy Walles ? Charon grew weary with hurrying soules to hell , When threescore thousand Greekes in one day fell . Chers. We know their force , and sad experience sayes , Moue not againe , Greece welters still in blood And euery crackling thunder of the heauens Speakes the shrill eccho of the Turkish drummes , Then are we drawne by you , so let it bee , About these great affaires as you decree . Achm. This phrase becomes the Greekes , submissiue states Must bend , 〈◊〉 Conqueror must rule the fates . Chers. And such are you , our vanquisht hearts must bend , But bad beginnings haue a fatall end ▪ Me thinkes I see great Baiazet in armes ▪ Spreading his fearefull Ensignes in the ayre , Like some prodigious Comet , wee may feare Speedy revenge vulesse some quicke aduise Worke a prevention of his future hate , T is he must sway the Scepter , or wee shall heare A dreadfull defiance ratled in our eare , Hee s strong in friends , and power , we must descend , To our iust dutie , or our latest end . Achm. Renowned Vice-roy , thy perswading thoughts Haue predeuin'd most truely these effects , And we applaud thy Counsell , let vs three Ioyne our best strength , that these ensuing jarres May be compos'd without the stroke of Warres : Coroute is wise , and milde , and being so , He hates the rumour of a publike foe . Chers. Nobly resolu'd ( Greece sings ) if the event , Proue but so happy , as honest the intent . But stand aside , Baiazet is come . Enter Baiazet . Baia. Am I not Emperor ? hee that breaths a no , Damnes in that negative sillable his soule , Durst any god gain-say it , he should feele The strength of fiercest Gyants in mine armes , Mine angers at the highest , and I could shake The firme foundation of the earthly Globe : Could I but graspe the Poles in these two handes , I 'de plucke the world asunder ; droppe thou bright Sunne , From thy transparant Spheare , thy course is done , Great Baiazet is wrong'd not shall thine eye Be witnesse to my hatefull misery . Madnesse and anger makes my tongue betray , The Chaos of my thoughts : vnder this brest , An heape of indigested cares are prest . What is it that I doubt ? through every joynt Daunces a trembling agve , this dull blood , That courses through my veines devines no good . shouts of ioy within . Ha , shovts of ioy , at dead mens obsequies ? I 'me in a maze of woes , what thou wilt throw On me , Ioue , let it come , i le stand thy blow . Chers. Live happy Baiazet . [ Baia. Happy in my feare , That word sounds sweet in my distracted eare . Happy in what ? [ Ach. In thy friends , He turnes aside to them That grieve to see thy wrongs . [ Ba. My wrongs , There sticks the string my thoughts did harpe vpon ; But who hath wrong'd me in this high content ? The fates doe sometime frowne , yet blesse th' event , And sequell of our woes , it cannot be , I should be thwarted in my jollity . But if I can vnfold it — for the more , I know them not the greater is my sore . Chers. In that read all thy woes , take there a briefe , He giues him a paper Contract of all thine ills , sad lines of griefe . Baia. How 's this ? my yongest sonne aduanced to my seate . Corcutus Imperator , sure I dreame : These are but apparitions apparitions Fain'd by the god of sleepe to vexe my soule , Were they not so — ere this blacke night Had throwne her sable mantle ore the heauens To hide me from my shame ; but is it so ? I doe but flatter vp my selfe , they are true And reall griefes , my Passion sayes they are , Isaack , Achmetes , are they not ? [ Ach. Too true Great Baiazet : [ Baia. Corcutus Imperator , reades againe Would I had seene thy name writ in the booke Of darke damnation , rather then these lines . Crackt not mine eye-strings when I viewed this text ? See how each letter spreads abroad in pompe , As if they scorn'd my teares , how I could dwell On these two words , Corcutus Imperator . Hither repaire , the watchfull paper wormes That scan old recordes ouer to a line : Here in two wordes imprinted shall you see , The modell of a dolefull historie ; Vertue dishonoured , breach of filiall love , Right shouldered ovt by wrong , nor can you faine , A crime , which these two words doe not containe , But now I rayle , not grieve . O nimble ayre , Let my plaints vanish as they spoken are , Off with this womanish mildnesse , I will finde A shorter tricke then this to ease my mind , Pluto beware , I come to raigne in hell , about to kill himselfe . Fates bid me rule , and birth-right to excell . Chers. Stay Baiazet , that arme can breake a path Vnto thy earthly Monarch , ere thou come To blesse the bankes of sweete Elysium , With thy wisht presence : Mahomet forefend That thou should'st seale a Kingdome to thy sonne , By this vntimely death , Corcutus raignes , But at thy better pleasure ; when he shall heare Thou art arrived , then hee 'l twixt ioy and griefe , Start from his throne , and nimbly runne to meete , Thy pompe , and throw his Scepter at thy feete : If hee but slacke that duty here are by , Achmetes strong and bolde , Isaacke and I. Devoted to your service , yet the world stands On wavering doubts , ready to clappe their hands . Baia. My desires are crown'd , And from the gate of Limbo , where I sate , I feele my spirits knocke against the heavens . Achmetes ? In that name I heare an ease Of all my griefes pronounced , he shall suffice To banish vsurpation from my throne , Did furyes guard it round , hee 's able well To reach my Kingdomes from the gripes of hell . Ach. My sword , and life , both which are vow'd to thee , Are still at thy command : walke but along , Corcutus shall resigne , thou haue no wrong . Exeunt Baiazet , Cherseogles , and Achmetes , Manent Isaack , and Mustapha .

Actus Primi , Scena Tertia , Isaack . Death , and the furies plunge the obsequious slaues , Would he have joyn'd with vs ? we would haue kept Corcutus high , and honoured , where he sits In spight of a whole hoast of Baiazets . Musta. Me thinkes your power might haue bin greater farre Ouer Achmetes , one adict to you By no lesse bond of dutie , then the sonne Is to the father : [ Isa. Mustapha I le tell you Had not my daughter beene espoused to him , I had nam'd his death , and by some plot Work't him a quicke destruction long e'r this ; Now let vs temporize with Baiazet ; Yet keepe thy nature ever , and be true To thine owne profit ; Fortune may aduance Some other Prince , worth both thy loue and mine . Musta. Wee le stay her leasure , Isaack See more Harpies gathered to catch a Crowne , O t is a charming baite . Exit vterque . Enter Mahomete , Achmetes , Selinus . Mahom. Me thinks these City walles smile on our entrance , As if they knew great Baiazets three sonnes , Were come to grace their beautie . Sel. But We should frowne On them which harbor such blacke treasons , Well , Were I great Baiazet , I 'de ring a noyse Of spightfull horrour , that should make the grovnd Tremble beneath their weight at such a sound : A younger sonne enthron'd an Emperour . Achm. Brother containe your selfe , come le ts away , To see the end that waits on this sad day . Exeunt As they goe Trizham and Mahomet , two other Sonnes of Baiazet goe to meete them . Selin . What Mahomet ? Achm. And Trizham ? heer s a sight Of one mans issue , Noble Baiazet , Brothers we haue iumpt together ? Sel. All save one , And hee 's a great deale better so alone . Triz. Corcutus t' is you meane , who though he raigne , Aboue vs now , yet must fall backe againe , Into our rancke , t' is Baiazet must rise , And hee descend , such a report there flyes . Exeunt .

Actus Primi , Sccena Quarta . Enter Corcutus , Cherseogles , Mesithes . Corcu. Did he not frowne , and storme ? Chers. It mooued him much , And wrought strange passions in him , when he read Your name , and found your name so intituled . Corcu. Cling to my temples thou blest ornament , Be ever vnremoued , though all the gods Chide me in thunder for this insolence , Am I in heaven ? in state placed on the spheare Of eminence , but barely to appeare , With faint , and borrowed luster , then descend , Rankt with the vulgar heads , first let me feele , The Tition vulture , or Ixions wheele ; And the worst torture hell it selfe can bring , To scourge my soule , ô let me dye a King ; But stay , I must bethinke me at what rate , I purchase these faire trappings : ha ? the curse Of him that got mee : start my daunted spirits , Shall I vsurpe a throne , and sit aboue my father , Whilest the gaping pit of hell , With wide stretcht iawes , yawnes for my fall , O I am strucke with horror , and the slaves of stix , Already sting my wounded soule . Chers , Will you faire Prince reiect all future hopes Of just succession , and afflict your Sire , By your vniust detainment of his Crowne . Corcu. I am distracted , and me thinkes I burne , Vnder these robes of state , a boyling heate , Runnes from them through my veines , Ioues hardy sonne , When he bewrapt himselfe in Nessus shirt , Felt not more bitter agonies , then I , Cloath'd in the trappings of my Maiestie . I am resolved ; Bassaes , goe meete our father , Allure him home with this : I am begun Exeunt Mesithes and Cherseogles . To be no King , but a repentant sonne . Pallas I aske thy pardon , I haue straied A gracelesse trewant from thy happy schooles , Whither I 'le now returne ; there s not a ranke , Place , or degree , can sort vs out true blisse Without thy Temple , there my dwellin●g is : Amongst the Sacred monuments of wit , Which Classique authors carefully haue writ For our instruction , I will wast my time ; So to wash out the spots of this sad crime . Court honors , and you shaddowes of true joy That shine like starres , till but a greater light Drowne your weake luster , I adjure your sight , Even from my meditations , and my thoughts I banish your entising vanities , And closely kept within my studie walles , As from a cave of rest , henceforth I le see , And smile , but neuer tast your misery . I but as yet am floating on the waues , Of stormy daunger , nor am sure to scape The violent blast of angry Baiazet . Blow faire my hopes and when I touch the shoare , I le venture forth on this rough surge no more . Enter Baiazet , Cherseogles , Achmetes , Isaack , Mesithes , Mustapha , Mahomet , Achomates , Selymus , Trizham , Mahomet , Zemes disguised . See where he comes , oh how my guiltie blood Starts to my face , and proues my cause not good . Our dutie to our father , kneeles . Baia. Ours to the Emperor . kneeles Cor , Why kneeles great Baiazet ? I am thy sonne Thy slaue : and if thy wrath but frowne , vndone . Why kneeles great Baiazet , heavens hide thy face , From these preposterous doings . Ba. What , not asham'd To circle in thy brow with that bright Crowne , Yet blush to see mee kneele ? though filiall rites , And morrall precepts say the sonne must bend Before the Father , yet your high degree And powre bids you rise , commands my knee . Core . Those ornaments be thine , Here Baiazet I Crowne thee Monarch of the spatious West , Asia , and Affrica : if ought be mine , Greater then these I here proclaime it thine . Omnes . Liue Baiazet our mighty Prince , Liue , rule , and flourish . Baia. Is this your zeale ? is it ? did euery voyce Breath out a willing suffrage ? I am crowned , My ioyes are fully perfect , and I feele My lightned spirits caper in my brest . Rise thou starre-bright mirrour of thine age , To Corcutus kneeling . By thee our iron dayes proue full as good , As when old Saturne thundred in the clowds . Be an example to succeeding times , How sonnes should vse their Parents : and I vow ( When I shall faile ) this honour to thy brow . Attend vs Bassaes , I le lead on to ioy , Neuer was Father blest with such a Boy . Exeunt omnes manet Corcut. Corcu. Freed from a Princely burthen , I possess A Kingly liberty , and am no lesse Princely ; obseruance wayte on him , on me Thoughts vndisturb'd , I shall then happy be . Exit .

Actus Primi , Scena Quinta . Enter Zemes the brother of Baiazet alone . Zemes. Scarce had I set my foote within these walls In expectation of a solemne hearse , Due to the wandring Ghost of Mahomet ; But lowd alarmes of abundant ioy Ring in mine eares , and euery seruile groome Congratulates the Coronation A●s●owt within . Of Baiazet : harke how they roare it out . A cold disturbance like a gelid ●●ost Settles my blood within me , and I hate His cheerefull triumphes , more then mine owne Fate . 'T is true indeede , I prou'd not the first fruites , An elder off-spring of my Fathers breede , Yet was it so that Baiazet and I Both tumbled in one wombe , perhaps the Queene Of womens labours doted at our birth , And sent him first abroad , or else I slept , And he before me stole into the world , Must I then loose my glory , and be hurl'd A slaue beneath his feete ? no , I must be An Emperour as full as great as he . Exit .

Actus Primi , Scena Sexta . Enter Isaack alone . Iaack. Deuorc'd my Daughter ? fond and insolent man , I le crush thee into nothing , if I can Endure the noyse of my disgrace I know How to returne it ; I am a flame of fire , A chafing heat distempers all my blood . Achmetes thou must coole it , when thy limbes Are emptied of that moysture they sucke in , And thy stain'd blood inchanted from thy veines , Then shall I be appeased , meane while I liue Thy mortall foe : But stay , let me containe Mine anger vndiscouered . Friend how is 't ? Enter Mesithes . Mesith. Know you not Isaack ? Isa. What ? Mes. The flight of Zemes Hence to Armenia . Isa. of Zemes ? Mes. Yes He walkt About the Citie disguis'd , and vnseene Till his escape . Is. T is strange and full of feare . Mes. We meet him frequent in the vulgar mouth . Isaack . Zemes is valiant , and Armenia strong , Here 's Baiazet , he must beware the wrong . Enter Baiazet . Baia. What is it thou murmurst , Baiazet and wrongd ? Something it is thou knowest concerning vs : Take thee faire leaue , and speake it . Isa. Yes I know Matter of weight , such as concerne thy life . Baia. Such as concerne my life ? Speake out thy tale , We are so flesht in ioy , bad newes proues strange , And touch my sense too harshly . Isa. But you must heare . Your brother Zemes , when swift winged Fame Tolde him your father Mahomet was dead , Flew quickly hither first to celebrate His funerall pompe , then to assume his State , His Crowne , and Scepter : which he rightly knew , Vnto your hand , and head , both to be due . But when applausiue ioyes , and peales of mirth , Sounded loud Mosique in his troubled eares , Of you enthron'd ; then he began too late To brawle at heauen , and wrangle with his Fate . So he went hence and cried ; reuenge be mine : Quake thou great Citie of proud Constantine At my fierce anger , when I next returne , With cloudes of misty powder , I shall choake Thy breath , and dull thy beauty with it's smoake . This posted he hence to Armenias King , There to implore his ayde , which he will bring To front thy power : nor doth he yet dispaire , To dispossesse , and fright thee from thy chaire . Baiacet. First from my body shall he fright my soule , And push me into dust . Isaack make hast To muster vp our forces , strike vp our Drummes , Let them proclaime destruction through the world . Cleare vp your dusty armour , let it cast Such an amazing lustre on the Foe , As if Bellona danc'd on euery crest . The bright sunne of my glory is eclipsed , Till Zemes be extinct : he must not shine To dull my beames , since the whole heauen is mine . Call forth Achmetes , his vnconquered arme , Shall keepe vs safe from this intended harme . Isaack . My Liege , you haue forgot Archmetes oath , In which he vowed neuer to draw his sword In your defence . Baia. I had forgot it , But now I remember , such was the vaine Heat of my youth , but I recall againe What euer I protested , tell him so . Rash words must be dispensed with . Isa. Then I le goe . Exit . Baia. My Father once in ordering of a Campe , Preferr'd me to be Captaine of a wing , So when the Battailes ioyned , and life and death Where strugling who should winne power of our breath , Our Armies prou'd the stronger ; onely my guide Fail'd , and a base repulse fell on my side ; At which my Father storm'd , and in my place Seated Achmetes , for which black disgrace , I vow'd a swift reuenge , euen by his shame That wore mine honour , to redeeme my fame ▪ Which when Achmetes heard , he deepely swore , Neuer with wit and strength to guide me more . But now he must , see where he comes , and arm'd . Enter Achm. What strange deuice is plotting in his braine ? Honored Achmetes . Ach. Royall Emperor . Giues him a sword . Baia. Thine arme must then vphold my Royalty . Why lyes thy valour , prostrate at our feete , When like fierce lightnings it should runne and meete My harmes like a rocke vnmou'd ? oppose . The course , and headlong torrent of my foes . Achm. I am a man of peace , mistake me not . I made a vow , nor can it be forgot , Till you reuoke your oath . Baia. Which here I doe , Great Mahomet be witnesse , that I meane Sincerely what I speake , Achmetes now Giues him his sword againe . we 're friends , and thus I nullifie my vow ; Heauens on this concord lend a gracious smile . Achmetes I haue plac'd thee in my bosome , Gaue thee an honour'd title in my loue ; And of as lasting constancie , as is The sunne which lookes so cheerefully on this . Goe fit the Ianizaries to the warres , Kindle new fire of valor in their breasts , Thou art their Genius , euen the breath they draw , Rayse then thy plumes , and keepe thy foes in awe . Achm. Stood there a Pluto at thy citie walles , And with a band of furies had besieg'd Thy people , I would coniure them away , And send them backe to hell : so thou shalt stand As fast as in the skyes , vnder mine hand . Baia , I am Crown'd in thee , nor can I fall , Whilest such a valour breathes within our wall , Zemes depose me ? hee must be more strong , Then Mars , that can doe Baiazet that wrong . exeunt

Actus Primi , Scena Septima . Enter Zemes , and the King of Armemia , Arme . Wee hate thy brother , therefore lend thee ayde , 'T is not our dutie to expostulate Thy right vnto the Crowne , on to your warres , Thriue in your proiects , I shall joy to see A quarrell fought twixt Baiazet and mee . I le second thy encounters , and we two Like the two Roman thunder-bolts of warre , Will with the flashes of our fierie swordes Keepe their composed rankes , that they shall stand Agast , to see two Scipioes in one band , Zemes. Thankes great Armenian King , and when I am Wheel'd to that height , which now my brother holdes , I shall require these benefits , and vow That kindnesse , which I can but promise now . Arm. Come let 's away , our armies are well set , Ready to march , now tremble Baiazet . Exeunt

Actus Primi , Scena Octaua . Enter Achmetes in his Generalls coate , and Caigubus his sonne . Achm. Caigubus , publike dangers call me forth , And I must leaue thee now vnto thy selfe My sonne , thou seest vnto what height of fame We are ascended , yet the sunne shines cleare , And not one dusky cloude of discontent Dimmes the vnspotted brightnesse of our ioyes , Not Baiazet is more belou'd then I : Such strict obseruance is there shew'd to mee , By all that know my worth , and heare me nam'd , As if I grasp't Ioues thunder in my hands : By all my hopes , I feare some tragicke sceane Will trouble our calme fortune ▪ Sonne beware , The top of honour is a narrow plot Of ground , whither we haue already got , 'T is brittle , and vncertaine , if thou tread One carelesse steppe aside , thou fall'st downe dead , The shute from thence is deepe , and vnderneath , Ruine gapes wide , thy body to receiue . Stand firme Caigubus : though thou start'st not away Yet blasts of envie often force aside The weariest footsteppe : these where e'r they shall , Blow strong ▪ will make them stagger if not fall . Caigu. I shall forget to sleepe , to breath , to liue , Sooner then these thy precepts , they are fixt , And printed in my thoughts . Ach. Enough , no more , That Isaack Bassa trust him not too much : I haue divorc'd his daughter from my bed , For her adulterate loosenesse , hence , hee hides A masse of fretting ranchor in his brest , Which he hath varnish't yet , and gilded o're With coloured shewes of love , but he is false , And subtile as a Serpent , that will winde Into thy brest , stinging thee ere thou finde Or once suspect his hatred ; I must away , Trumpets sound . Hasty alarmes call me hence , thus , and farewell , Envie growes greater , as our states excell : Exit . Caigu. Father , adiew . Exit .

Actus Secundi ,

Scena Prima . A dumbe shew : Enter Zemes , and the Armenian King , Trumpets and Ensignes , Souldiers passe ouer the stage , and in a solemne march . Exeunt .

Actus Secundi , Scena Secunda . Enter Baiazet and Trizham , and Mahomet his two sonnes . Baia. Alaready marcht so neere , Zemes make hast To death , as if he long'd our wrath to tast . Trizham , and Mahomet , it concernes you now , To flie hence nimbly to your Provinces , Zemes is come too neere vs to escape , He cannot flye the ground whereon he treads , But through your countreys , hast then , if the wars Cracke not his threed of life , his flight will bee When you may intercept it ; if we presume Only on bold Achmetes , and our selues , In beds of downe supinely , sleepe at home , Zemes may scape the tempest of our wrath . Then we hope best , when each event we see , Thwarted with their preventing policie . Trizham . Doubt not our hast and truth , he shall as soone Breake through the fiery fabrick of the skies , As through my Provinces : Exit . Maho. Through hell as soone as mine . Exit . Baia. Goe , I haue done my part ; Mars and my fate Give faire successe to my designed plot , And Zemes is intrapt , already dead : That hand secures me that strikes off his head .

Actus Secundi , Scena Tertia . Enter Achmetes , Cherseogles , Mustapha , Mesithes , drummes and Trumpets . Achm. The battell will prove great and dangerous , But were their number double more then ours , The justice of our cause bids vs goe on , And like a cheerefull drumme strikes panting feare From euery brest . Father , lead you the vangard , The reare-ward be your charge , the right wing yours , My selfe will guide the left , this day shall crowne Your valour in full pride , Zemes must downe . Enter Zemes , Armenia , two Captaines . Zem. Time hath outstript our hast , our foes doe stand , Wauing their golden plumes , as if the gods , Were come to meete great Zemes in the field , Their armies planted , and a distilling cloud , Hovers aboue their heads , as if it wept , At their approaching fate . Armenia's King Leade you the vanguard , vnder your command The reareward shall march on , the Phalance Be your care braue Captaines , as we 're inform'd , Achmetes rules the left wing of our foe , I le rule the right wing of ours , so when I meete , Him in his pride I le prostrate at his feete . Arme. Our men are ordered , Zemes leade the way , The skies looke duskie blacke on this sad day . Exeunt Trumpets sound to the battailes , dumbe shewes in skirmishes , one of Zemes Captaines and Cherseogles meete , Zemes Captaine preuailes , his second and Mesithes meete , Mesithes retires , she King of Armenia and Mustapha meete , Armenia preuailes , and pursues the battaile . Enter Achmetes with his sword . Ach. Great Queen of chance ; but do I call on this Vnconstant Stepdame ? be thou propitious Mars , Rough god of warre : steele vp this wearie arme , And put a ten fold vigor in my bones ; What shall Achmetes fall , and in his losse , Great Baiazet , be wrong'd ? it cannot bee Death comes to wound thee Zemes , I am hee . As he goes out , the King of Armenia meetes him , they fight , Achmetes makes him retire from the stage , and pursues him in his furie , enters againe at the one dore , Zemes at the other , they meete , drums and trumpets sounding . Ach. Zemes ? Zem. Achmetes ? Opportunelie met , Here staggers all the fortune of the field , This houre must blesse me , and a single fight Purchase thee honor , and to mee my right : Honour to thee , to die by Zemes hand , My right to me , an Empire to command . Achm. Braue Prince , I more lament thy case then can thy selfe That runnest with such madnesse on the edge Of desperate ruine , thou art but young and weake , Manhoods soft blossomes are not fully spread Vpon thy downy chinne ; but riper yeeres Haue setled the compacture of my ioynts , And they are strongly knit : 't will vexe my soule In the cleare morne of thine vp-rising hopes , To wrap thee in a fatall cloude of death . Submit thee to thy brother , thou shalt finde Me thy true friend , him mercifull and kinde . Zem. Submit ? had I a right to Ioues high Throne , And stood in opposition of his power , Should all the gods aduise me to submit , I would reiect their counsell : much more thine . Guard thee Achmetes , I thy stroke abide , I cannot gore thy Prince but through thy side . They fight and breath : fight againe . Achmetes takes away Zemes sword . Zem. The day be thine , and Zemes stand thy Fate ; Strike home , I 'de lost the day , and life I hate . Achm. Haue at thee then . Offers to run at him with both swords . Not stirre ? now by my sword Thou shalt haue fayrer play before thy death : Take backe thy sword , in that I recommit My forfeit to thy charge , thy life with it . They fight againe and Achmetes wounds him on the head . Zemes falls . Zem. Oh! hold thy conquering hand , and giue my soule A quiet passage to her rest ; my blood Beginnes to wast , and a benuming cold , Freezes my vitall spirits : Achmetes goe , Tell Baiazet that thou hast slaine his foe . Ach. Farewell , braue sonne of Mars , thy fame shall stay With vs , although thy soule flit hence away . Zemes I haue not lyed , Achmetes thou hast slaine , My hopes , and therefore me , my woundes are shallow , But my state desperate , Ha ? what shall I doe ? Armenia's King is 〈◊〉 acke to his home , Cold entertainment will attend me there ; The field is emptie , euery man retir'd , Onely a few dead carcasses , and I , Then whither shall I bend my steps ? to Rome ! To Rome then let it bee : Bishop I come , Th' art a religious thing , and I will trust , My life to one so innocently just . Exit .

Actus Secundi , Scena Quarta . Enter Mahometes , Achomates , Selymus three of Baiazets sonnes . Sely. Indeed we may be thought vpon in time , When there be Countries more then there be men , We may get some preferment : sit at home And proue good boyes , and please our father well . My thoughts are two vnbridled , Baiazet , aside I neither can , nor will endure thy curbe , My comprest valor like a strangled fire . Breakes out in violent flames , and I must rule . Trizham and Mahomet are slipt in hast Each to their seuerall Prouince , we must stay , That are their Elders for another day ; This Court will proue our scaffold where we stand Plac't in the eye of angry Baiazet : Who thwarts him in his fury is but dead , And in that passions heate , off goes his head . I must not line thus . Maho. I could bee content , He feares not death , whose thoughts are innocent . Sely. I thanke you brother , then belike some crimes Lye heauy on my conscience , and I feare , Vnlesse I shift my station , 't will be knowne ; You thinke well of me kind Mahometes . Maho. As well as of a brother I can thinke . If by a rash applying to your selfe , My words haue beene distastfull , blame not me . Sely. Can I applie them then vnto my selfe ? Am I so loose in manners ? by heauen and earth , Thou shalt repent this deepelie . Ach. Stop that oath , Brothers agree , or walke hence but along Into my garden , where each springing hearbe Smiles on my faire content , there you shall see , How flowers of one stocke , so twisted are , One in the others twinings , that they shew , One stands by th' others helpe , both ioyntly grow ; These shall suffice your quarrels to remooue , And dumbe examples teach a liuely loue . Maho. Come let vs goe . Exeunt Mahomates . and Achomates . Sely. Straight I will follow you . Away fond wretches , ô that every breast Were of so dull a temper as you two . But who come's heere ? Enter Corcutus Brother Corcutus whither are you bent ▪ What from the Court so soone ? Corcu. My father bids , I goe to vndertake the charge , his loue Hath throwne vpon me ; That 's rich Ionia . Sely. You goe to rule there ? Cor. Yes : Sel. Heauens speede you well . Cor. Deare Selymus adiew . Sel. Brother farewel . Exit Corcutus Revenge and you , three furious twinnes of night , Ascend vp to our theater of ill , Plunge my black soule twice in your Stygian flood , That by it's vertue it may be congeal'd , And harden'd against remorse : Pluto enrich My breast , with a diviner pollicie , Then every trifling braine can reach vnto ; I le fill the world with Treasons , and my wit Shall put new tracts to death : Charon shall see , His waftage still in vse by companie , Sent thither by my care , o 't will doe well , To blast the earth with want , and furnish hell , Exit

Actus Secundi , Scena Quinta , Enter Isaack Baiazet . Isaack . Tush , vertue makes men fooles , Isaack be wise , Shake off the tender fetters of remorse , And hugge that chance , that opens thee the way To ruinate Achmetes : did he stand On termes of conscience , neighbor-hood or loue , When he cashierd my daughter from his house , And to the worlds broad eye , opened her crime ? No : he was swift and bitter in his hate , And so will I , he is but now return'd In Triumph from the field , as full of pride As I of envy , hence I le ground my hate . When fierce Bellona smil'd on Baiazet , Amidst the fiery tumults of the Warre , She offered Zemes to Achmetes hand , They fought , Achmetes conquered at his foote , Fell the proud rebell , wounded , but not slaine , There might Achmetes with a blow of death Cut off our feares , continued in his breath : This shall incense the angry Emperor , And crush Achmetes in his fairest hopes . True polititians worke by others hands , So I will by the Prince , my plot stands firme : See where he comes , now sly Mercurius , whet My tongue , to kindle hate in Baiazet , Enter Baiazet ▪ Baia. Isaack how thriu'd Achmetes in his Warres , Fame is of late growne dumbe of his renowne , Surely vnwelcome newes clogs her swift wings , Else had she now bin freqvent in our Court ; And we had fully knowne the chance of all . Isa. We had , yet could not the event , Lie so conceal'd , but Isaac found it out , Which when I first discovered , straight it wrought Tempests of passions in me , joy and griefe Raign'd at one instant in the selfe same breast . Baiazet As how ? Isa. As thus . I joy'd that Zemes fell , Was sorry he escap'd . Baia , Fell and yet escap'd ? Isa. Beneath Achmetes feete the traytor fell . Baia. And yet escaped , good Ioue how may this bee . Isa. Thus it might be , and was so : when sad death Was glutted with the ruine of each side , When slaughtring Mars had stain'd the field with blood , And cast a purple colour o'r the earth , At length some milder providence desir'd , An end of those hot tumults that were seene , To last in Zemes breath ; so that their fire Would be extinct , when Zemes should expire Then from the middle skirmish forth were brought He and Achmetes , being met they fought , Zemes was vanquish't by a violent blow , Which strucke him trembling lower then his knees ▪ Now whither flattering , or present gifts Redeem'd him from his fate I cannot show Something they plotted , what , none yet can know . Baia. Canst thou advise me Isaack how to sound The depth of all his mischiefe . Isa. Thus you may , He being come from Zemes ouerthrow , And yet luke-warme in blood , and full of ioy , You may in way of honour and free mind , Call him this night to banquet , then being set , When the hot spirits of carroused healths , Haue spoyl'd his wit of smooth and painted tales , And wine vnlockt the passage for the truth , Bid him relate the manner of his warre , The chances and events ; then when he comes To Zemes , if he erre about his flight , His ends are bad , his bosome blacke as night . Baia. Thou art my good Angel , Isaack I applaud Thy faithfull plot , Achmetes were thy soule As darke as hell , and thy enclosed thoughts , As subtill as a winding Laberinth , By such a guide as can remoue each doubt , And by a quill of threed ●'de tracke them out . But Isaacke , if we trappe him in this wiles , How shall we kill the traytor ? We haue a tricke , Already strange to catch him in the nicke . Isac ▪ Easily thus : our lawes allow a custome , Not vs'd of late , yet firme still in effect , And thus it is ; when there doth breath a man , Direfully hated of the Emperour , And he in strickt seueritie of right Cannot proceed against him , then he may O●ewhelme him in a robe of mourning blacke , Which we haue cal'd deaths mantle , that thing done , The man thus vs'd , is forfetted to fate , And a deuoted sacrifice to him Whom he had er'st offended , neither can Strength or intreatie , wrest him from his death , Both which are treason , and inexpiable . Thus then you may proceede , when banquets done , And all their comicke merriment runne on To the last sceane , and euery man expects A solemne gift , due to Achmetes worth , Call for a robe therewith to decke your friend , And perfect all his glory , let that bee This robe of fate , in which ready at hand , You may intombe the traytor , and bewrappe His pampered body in a vaile of death , So let him dye , dreame not on the event , Vice is rewarded in it's punishment . Baia. I will be fierce and sudden , Isaack inuite Achmetes to a feast : he dies this night . Exit Baia. Isa. I shall : would not a private warning serue But open penance must correct my child , And a seuere divorcement quite degrade Her other honoured Matrimoniall rights ? Were he as strong , as steele-like joynted Mars , As much applauded through our popular streetes , As er'st Dictator Fabius was in Rome , Or great Augustus , yet the slaue should feele The wrath of an inflamed father light Heauy vpon his soule , and that e'r the next sunne Appeare , Achmetes all thy glorie 's done . Exit .

Actus Secundi , Scena Sexta . Enter Achmetes , and Caigubus his sonne . Caigu. I fear'd your safety and devoutly prayed The sword of justice , which your hand did swaye , Might be of conquering force . Ach. Thy prayers were heard And I am here as safe as I went forth , Vntouch't by the rough hands of desperate warre , Nor did I once spie danger in the field , But when I fronted Zemes , then there met Two streames of valor , sith on vs was set The chance of the whole combat , others stood Expecting which of vs should loose his blood : But heaven was just , and to compose the strife , This sword at one sad blow tooke thence his life . Caig. The heavens were iust indeed , but who comes heere ▪ Isaack , Mesithes , and Baiazets three sonnes , Enter Isaack , Mesithes , Mahometes , Achomates , Selymus . Ach. They come to gratulate my late successe , I see their errand foulded in their smiles , How cheerefully they looke vpon my ioyes , Omnes . All happines attend Achmetes . Ach. Thankes Noble friends , how fares the Emperor . Isaack . Well by your guard , and he hath sent vs now , All to invite your presence to a feast , We must be frolike , and this following night , Shall Crowne your joy with revels and delight , Or else deprive thy soule of that good light . aside Ach. We must be frolicke Captaines , thinke not then On my loud drummes , and staring trumpeters , Such whose strong lungs roare out a bellowing voyce , Would make a man daunce Antick in the fire , Wee le haue a choicer musique , and my feete , Shall tread a neater march , then such harsh straines Can teach them , with more pleasure , and lesse paines . Since it hath pleas'd the Emperor to grace Our slender merrits thus : we shall be there , To taste his bountie . Mes. Wee le lead on before . Ach. I le follow you . Isa. Ne'r to returne more , aside Exeunt omnes , Manent , Achmetes , and Caigabus . Ach. I am happy aboue envie , and my state , Not to be thwarted with 〈◊〉 fate , I could disburden all my jealous thoughts , And shake that currish vice supition , off From my sincere affection , I haue wrong'd Sure I haue wrong'd thee Isack thy chast loue , Cloakes not intended mischiefe , blacke deceit Cannot lie hid vnder so pure a white , But it would cast a coloured shadow out , Through such a slender vayle , thy generous thoughts , Nourish no base detraction ; thy free loue Thy profest actions , say t' were no just fate That good mens deedes should die by ill mens hate . Caig. Pray heaven they doe not . Ach. feare not , I am guest To Baiazet , expected at the feast , Exeunt

Actus Secundi , Scena Septima . Enter Baiazet , and Cherseogles . Baia. The day 's farre spent , is not Achmetes come ? Chers. Not yet great Emperor . Baia. Vice-roy of Greece , say now there were a man Whom my mind honored , and I should command , To cloath his body in a suite of gold , Studded with gems , worth all the Indian snore , durst any tongue gainsay it : Chers. Surely no. Baia. What if I hated him , and should command To wrappe him in a sable coloured blacke , And sentence him to death ? Chers. Then he must die . Baia. My thoughts are troubled . Chers. What should these questions meane , Abrupt demands , one to confound the other ? My liege , your guests are come . Enter Achmetes , Isaack , Mahometes , Achomates , Selymus , Mesithes , Caigubus . Baia. Blest be the houre in which I see Achmetes safe return'd Bring in our banquet souldiers : boyes kneele round , Enter a banquet , all kneele . A ring of brauer lads nere blest the ground , Supplie vs here with nectar , giue it me , takes the cup Achmetes , noble warriour , heer 's to thee , A health to thy blest fortunes , it shall runne A compleate circle ere the course be done . Ach. My dutie bids me pledge it . I returne Good health to Isaack , and in this I 'ue drownd All conceal'd enmities . drinkes Isa. Ioue split me with his thunder , if my brest Harbour one bad thought , when this draught is past . And so I greet thy sonne ? health to Caigubus . drinkes Caigu. Mahometes the turne lights next on you . drinkes Maho. I le pledget freely , Viceroy her 's to you . drinkes Chers. Achomates , to you I must commend The welfare of Achmetes in this cup. drinks Acho. To you Mesithes , thus I proue my loue . drinks Mes. Yong Prince I doe commit this health to you . drinks Sely. I am the last ▪ be prodigallin wine , Fill vp my bowle with Nectar , let it rise Aboue the goblets side , and may it like A swelling Ocean flow aboue the banckes , I will exhaust it greedily , 't is my due . drinkes Omnes . Wee le drinke with Bacchus and his roaring crew . Baia. Already done , so quickly runne about , One health to me , faith sith you are set too 't , Heer 's a carouse to all , Omnes . Wee le pledge it round . As they drinke round , Baiazet riseth and speakes aside . Baia. 'T is the last draught to some , or I shall faile , In mine intendments ▪ let a foe escape ? When he was trampled downe beneath his feete , There must be treason in it ; how my blood Boyles in my breast , with anger , not the wine Could worke such strong effect ; my soule is vext , A chafing heat distempers all my blood , Achmetes thou must coole it when thy limbes Are emptied of that moisture they sucke in , And thy stain'd blood vnchannel'd from thy veines , Then shall I be secure , a quiet rest Shall rocke my soule asleepe , 't is thy last howre , Must set a period to my restlesse feares . What are you merry friends ? drinke on your course , Then all arise : and now to consummate Our happy meeting , and shut vp our joyes , Discourse Achmetes of your finish't warres ; After an age of woes it proues at last A sweete content to tell of dangers past . Let'● know your whole events . Ach. Great Emperor Scarce had the rosie day-starre through the East , Display'd her silver colours through the heauen , But all the watchfull souldiers ready arm'd , Dim'd her pale cheekes , with their transparent steele , And added lustre to the dull sight morne , So stood we in full pride till the bright Sunne Climing the glasse pauement of the skies , Rouz'd the slow spirits of the backward foe , And vrg'd them to the field ; at length stept forth Zemes , in all the trappings of his state : And like a well-taught Hector , rang'd his troupes , Into their seuerall orders , all prepar'd Titan being fearefull stept behind a cloud , Lest when he saw our limbs bath'd all in blood , And purple streames gush't from our wounded breasts , Like water from their springs ; he in a feare Should be eclips'd , or startle from his spheare , The ayre was thicke and dimme , our armies joyn'd , The skirmishes grew hot , and angry Mars Inthron'd vpon the battlements of heauen , Left either side to tugge with their owne strength , Till their oppressing multitude bore downe , The justice of our cause , and our whole side , Not daring to withstand , scorning to flye , Stood trembling on the vtmost brinke of hope , Then the propitious Gods singled me out Zemes , the life and spirit of our foes : We met and fought , such was my happy fate , That at the first encounter Zemes fell , And I disarm'd him , when in proud contempt , He spit defiance in the face of death , Open'd his brest , and dard me to the stroake , Whereby I might hane sent him hence to hell , But I in admiration of his worth , Arm'd his right hand once more and bad him fight , Chance did direct my sword vpon his head , He fell before me , and cry'd , Achmetes hold ▪ I 'me wounded to the death , and Captaine goe Tell Baiazet that thou hast slaine his foe . I left the dying Prince , our warres were done And ceas'd with him , by whom they were begunne . Isaacke . The plot has tooke . aside Baia. Treason by Mahomet . I left the dying Prince . Isaack . Pursue the proiect . Baia. Worthy Achmetes , Well we may giue , but not reward by gifts , And thanke , but not requite thee , I would hate That liberality which would abate The worth of the receiuer ▪ thy true fame , Outstrips the length of titles , and a name Of weightie honour , is a slender price , To grace thy merits with , as for a voice , To crowne thee after death , thou art the choice , Of euerliuing glory , on thy crest , Is her abode , and when the latest rest Of nature , hath betrayd thee to thy graue , Then shall she print in characters of gold How braue a man thou wast , how great , how bold ; Though we be dumb , yet shall the world vplift , Thy name , and thou shalt liue without our gift . Yet thy blest fates , haue not created thee So clearely Godlike , but some other chance , May crosse thy greatnesse , and thy high renowne The envie of some God may shoulder downe , Then thus wee le make thee happy , future events Ne'r shall oppresse thy worth nor enuious chance Blot thy ensuing fame , Achmetes know , Death an immortall gift , we 〈…〉 He casts a gowne of blacke 〈◊〉 vpon him , called the 〈◊〉 of death . Caigub. Treason , treason . O my Father treason , Helpe lanizaries . Excur●●● . Baia. Stop the furious youth . Exeunt Bassaes . Bring in an Heads-man . Traytor , Zemes dead ? He liues to see this hand vntwine thy thread . Enter seuen or eight lanizaries with swords 〈◊〉 . What meanes this outrage ? Ianiza . 1. Cruell homicide . 2. Vngratefull wretch . 3. Tyrant . 4. Meete hilts in 's guts . Circle him . 5. First let his owne hands take that Mantle off . Baia. Helpe ! Treason ! I am slaine . 6. Helpe ? why ? From whom ? Is not thy Guard about thee . Baia. Hemn'd in with death ? My friends beset me round Not to preserue my life , but murder me . Blush you pale heauens at this abhorred fact , That they may see their crimes , and be asham'd Of this vnheard offence : Valiant Ianizaries , Sheath vp these weapons of rebellion , Print not that vgly sinne vpon your brow , Let my tree pardon woe you to submit . Keepe your alleagiance firme . Omnes . Ha , ha , ha , ha . 1 One word more damnes thee . 2 How pretily he began to talke 3 Of sinne and pardon . Baiazet behold Here stands a man milde , honour'd , gracious , Valiant , and faithfull ; gentle in command , At home belou'd , and fear'd amongst our foes , Yet hath thy hand of cruelty assay'd The hated murder of so de re a friend : Blush you pale heauens at this abhorred fact , That he may see his crimes , and be asham'd Of this new bloudinesse . Wicked Baiazet These admonitions fit the teacher well . Baia. But heare me speake . 4 First set Achmetes free , then speake thy fill . Baia. What shall I be compell'd ? 5 And quickly too . 6 We cannot brooke to see him stand thus cloath'd . Baia. Your anger will haue way . Achmetes goe . Takes off the Mantle . There take him . They haue sau'd thee from this woe . Exeunt showting and leaping . Pernicious villaines , they haue crost my plot , 'T was intercepted eu'n in the last deede : What should Achmetes meane thus to ingrosse The best affections of my Ianizaries ? Will he defrand me of my Crowne and life ? My life I weigh not : but to loose my Crowne Were to be sentenc'd to a hell of woes . I am full stuft with choller . Slauish Peasants Held I a sword of power in mine hand , I would disioynt them peece-meale ; can I not ? Am I not Emperour ? men call me so : A reuerend title , empty attributes , And a long page of words follow my name , But no substantiall true prerogatiue . Enter Isaack . Isaack . Good health to Baiazet . Baiaz. Indeed that 's nothing , since your counsell fail'd . Isaack . Vse your best patience it may be regain'd . Affection in your stubborne multitude Is a prone torrent not to be withstood . Were you as sacred as their houshold gods , Yet when you thwart the current of their will , They 'le breake the bands of duty , and prophane That holinesse to which they bound their thoughts . Mine eyes are witnesse with what liuely ioy They bore him through the streetes vpon their necks , Offering the vse of their best strength . Baia. No more . I am already gone . Why did not then His proud ambitious tongue bid them goe fetch My Crowne , and with quick speede disrobe a wretch ? 'T was in his power : we are distracted Isaack ▪ Lend vs thy wholsome counsell to preuent My ruine , and their dangerous intent . Isaack . Mine is a blunt aduice , and deepe in bloud To cut off those base Peasants that withstood The force of your decree . Baiaz. To cut them off ? Me thinkes I see my selfe yet circled in With their reuengefull swords , ha ? cut them off ? Could I but curse the Traytors from the earth , Or were my doome pronounc'd but of effect , I 'de rattle such new torments in their eares , Should stagger their high courage ; but my feares Strangle my furies , and my enuious fate Forceth my tongue to flatter , where I hate . Isaack . Here lyes the safest course , to rid these griefes Giue out , you 'le goe to warre , so to enlarge your territories , And to this end fetch home , Those warlike Souldiers plac'd in Garrison . Let them remaine without the walls ; at last , When things shall fit your purpose , leade them all By night into the Citie , and in one stroke Strike off so many thousand periur'd heads , As shall amaze posterity to heare , How many liues redeem'd thee from thy feare . Baiaz. The waight of all mine honour leanes on thee , That or some neerer course shall quell the pride Of strong Achmetes , and confound his side .

Actus Secundi , Scena Ostaua . Enter Zemes and Alexander Bishop of Rome . Bishop . If your intents be vertuous , and desire Of eminent place quite banisht from your thoughts , My house shall be your Castle : that I denie My men and Armes to ayde you in your broyles , Thinke it kinde vsage : should my Holinesle Feede your ambition , and make strong your hand Against your brother 't were too light a brand Of flaming hot discention , and to set The world in a combustion : all would then Quarrell by my example : No sweet Prince Romes holy Bishop must not so transgresse . If you will dwell within my sacred roofe Settle irregular Passions , and begin A quiet life , repentance wipes out sin . Zemes. My waxen wings are melted , I will soare Against the sunne , through such thick cloudes no more . The middle Region shall containe my flight , Your counsaile swayes my wishes , my late deedes Were full of sinne : now let my brother know Zemes repents ; ( and that 's the greatest woe . ) Exit . Bish. To mans aspiring thoughts , how sweet is hope Which makes them ( like Camelions ) liue on ayre And hugge their slender plots : till coole dispayre Doth so benumme his thoughts , that he falls dead From his sublime height , and his lofty head Which leueld at the skies , doth drop below His humble feete , this hath experience taught In that mans head-long ruine , whose proud thoughts Aym'd at the Turkish Diademe ; but now crosse Fates Haue forc'd his stubborne Fates to bow . Enter a Messenger . What speakes your entrance ? Messen. Health to Romes Bishop . And Peace from Baiazet , who commends his loue With this his Letter , and expects from you Giues him a letter . A gracious answere . He reades the Letter . Bish. Let Zemes die by an vntimely death , Else for our loue you shall prouoke our hate . Hee 's not our brother , but our hated foe : And in his death you shall preuent our woe . Returne our seruice back : tell Baiazet What he hath giuen in charge ; shall by my hand Be carefully dispatcht . Messen. Good peace attend you . Exit . Bish. Imperious Turke , Am I not Gods Vize-gerent here on earth , And dar'st thou send thy letters of command ? Or speake to me in threatning menaces ? It grates my patience to obey this monster , Yet must I murder Zemes , what doe I know Whether my fathers soule did trans-migrate Into his breast or no ? be dumbe remorse , The Turke is great and powerfull , if I winne His loue by this , t' will proue a happy sinne .

Actus Tertij ,

Scena Prima , Enter Selymus alone , Selym. Am I so poore in worth ? still kept so low ? Was I begot only to liue and dye , To fill a place , moue idlely to and fro Like other naturalls ? vnmanly life , The world shall take more notice of my fame , Els will I with the venom'd sting of warre , Deface the beauty , of the vniuerse . Posteritie shall know , once there did breath A Selymus , a mortall diety , A man at whose blest birth the planets smil'd , And spent their influence to create a boy , As braue as Greece e'r hatcht , or Rome , or Troy . Enter Isaack Heer 's Isaack Bassa , hee 's already mine , He courts my father , but intends for mee , And furthers all my counsells ; Noble friend ▪ How stand our hopes ? Isaacke Great Sir , most happily , The Bassaes murmure at Achmetes wrong : Seize on their wauering loue , their breasts are ope , To him that first will enter ther 's free scope ; Drop downe thy franke affection in their hands , To bribe is lawfull , and 't is strongly prou'd By good examples , Otho ne'r was lou'd , Till he had bought the souldiers , that once done , Galba grew out of fashion ; so must wee Addict them to vs by a gaine-full fee : Giue freely , and speake fairely I 'le be gone ▪ Stay , here , the Bassaes will be here anon . Exit . Enter Mesithes . Sely. I shall obserue thy precepts , Mesithes welcome , How fare you in these dayes of discontent ? My dutie bids me aske , and wish you well ; I haue beene long a barren debtor to you , At length I may proue thankfull : weare my loue , 'T is yours without refusal , a sleight gift , giues him a ring aside Yet your lookes tels me , 't will helpe out my drift . Mesi. This courtesie exceeds my weake deserts Sweet Prince but when occasion calls me forth , To helpe you , I 'me deuoted to your worth . Sely. Your kind acceptance of that recompence , Binds me more strictly to you . Mesith. Sir , farewell , Exit . and enter Mustupha Sely. So one hath tooke , see where another comes : All health to Mustapha . Musta. Thankes gracious Prince , Your gentle pardon for my boldnesse Sir . Sely. Command my pardon , and commend my loue To thy bright daughter : tell her I admire Her vertuous perfection ; let that chaine giues him a chaine Make me remembred often in her mind . Must. When my weak strength , or wealth shall stretch so far , As to continue — Sely. No Cynicke complement , good Mustapha . Musta. Then I returne you thankes Exit Sely. Health follow you , And honour me ; here is a third at hand . Enter Asmehemides . Selym. Continuance to your health Sir . Asme. Thankes gentle Prince ▪ Please you to vse my seruice ? Sely. Yes , thus farre Spend me that purse of gold . giues him a purse . Asme. What meanes your Highnesse ? Selym. But to deserue your kindnesse , and avoid The hated censure of ingratitude , Asme. This is your liberall vertue not my deeds , But you shall find me thankefull . Exit ▪ Selymus . So I hope ; Three steps are trod already to a Throne , And I am rich in friends , these gifts gifts Conjure observance from their servile breasts : Oh powerfull gold , whose influence doth winne Men with desire for to engender sinne . Isaacke Bassa ? Isaacke Euen the man you wisht ; What did the golden 〈◊〉 worke good effect ? And make the Bassaes stoupe vnto your minde ? Sely. Words are but empty shaddowes , but if deeds Answere their words , we cannot doubt their faith , They stoupe beneath my feete , I seeme to be As true as Ioue , but slye as Mercurie , Enter Mesithes Here comes Mesithes muttering backe againe , But step aside and we shall know his mind . Mesith. But he is cruell , bloody , and his pride Vnsufferable great — Selymus Ha ? Mesithes Proud Baiazet , Thou hast vsurp'd a title , thy defcent Could neuer reach vnto , thou wrongst the world Since thou detain'st the Crowne , which heavens decree Due to a better brow , thou art defam'd With Tyranny and wrong , but Selymus Is voyd of blemishes as trueth of lyes ; Bad stocks must be cut downe , the good must rise . Sely. He davnted me at first , but now I find The golds bright lustre made his judgement blind , Mustapha comes . Enter Mustapha Musta. Fortune hath wheel'd me vp aboue the starres , Vnder a Monarch I le not sell my hopes : Bold Selymus I le second thy designes , And thou shalt Queene my daughter , that being done With mine owne splendor I le eclipse the Sunne . Sely. I's t so ? a while I le feede thy ayrie hopes Then dash thee into nothing . Heer 's a third . Enter Asmehemides Asm. A purse of gold ? I can vntie the knot , The close aengima say's , I would be King . Braue Selymus I like thy mounting thoughts , Worke out thy proiects , thou canst neuer need Or aske my helpe , but thou art sure to speed . Exit Sely. What we resolu'd , stands firme , but the euent Be scan'd when leasure serues , wee le now preuent My brothers hopes , and by a sudden fate Vnto their liues and dayes giue equall date , To compasse a blest end : now we beginne Ioue hath offended if it be a sinne To throw a father downe : Saturne did dwell Once in the heauens , Ioue threw him downe to hell . Enter Baiazet and Achmetes , hand in hand , Cherseogles , Mesithes , Mustapha , Mahometes , Achomates , Trizham , Mahomet , Asmehemides . Sely. But stay . Achmetes , and our fathers friends ? Baia. Achmetes I haue iniur'd thy deserts , Subbornd accusers , wrong'd my credulous eares , And my rash censure vndervalued much Thy noble spirits , when it first condemnd Then of intended treason , rense thy soule In the dull riuer of obliuion , We halt beneath the burthen of thy hate , Thinke my mou'd anger made me hot and wild ▪ I cannot sleepe till we be reconcil'd . Achm. The gods neglect my welfare here on earth , And when I shall put off this mortall load , Let me be out-law'd from the Court of heauen , If in this bosome there lye hid one thought That doth not honour Baiazet . Baia ▪ Wee know — Thy vertues make vs happy : valiant Sir , Thy feete once more must tread a warlike march ▪ Vnder our fearefull banner , thou shalt pace Euen to the walles of Rome , there dwels our foe , Where our halfe Moone rear'd in the middle camp , Like a distempred Meteor in the ayre , Shall strike amazement in the cloistred monkes And shake the prelates Miter from his head , Till he yeeld Zemes vp aliue or dead . When we haue mou'd thee from thy Ianuzaries , Thou shalt not trauell farre . aside Isaack A subtile tricke And well pretended , I admire thy wit . aside Achm. Let me march hence , and Baiazet shall know , How little I befriend my Princes foe , I le cast a ring of souldiers round 〈◊〉 The walles of Rome , if Zemes scape thence out , Cut of my breath : he that 's deepe in blame , Must hazard boldly to regaine his fame . Triz. What meanes our father , noble Baiazet , To worke vntimely horrors through the world , Desolate ruine , publike discontent Haue printed deepe impressions in our path , Danger and feare scare emptied from our towne , The shaken members of our common wealth , Yet staggers with their wounds , when discord shall Make but a second breach , they faint and fall . Mah. Short peace hath charm'd your subiects all asleepe , And throwne a quiet slumber ore their eyes , Whilest with a sweete restoratiue she heales Their Martyr'd joynts , and wipeth out their scarres Writ on their bosomes by the hand of warres , Zemes is safely cloystred vp at Rome , The prelate dares not ayde him , all the gods Smile on the entrance of triumphant peace , War lies fast bound , nor can she worke our paines Vnlesse we loose the fury from her chaines . Baia. Our sonnes instruct vs ? must your pregnant wits , Crosse my command ? Bassaes prepare for warre , And since your graue discourse argues a will , To stay at home ▪ you shall ; wee le lay you vp , Where no loud ecchoing drums shall breake your sleepe , Euen in the bowels of your mother earth I will intombe you : Put them both to death . Omnes . What meanes great Baiazet ? Baia. To murder you , vnlesse you strangle them . Ambo . But heare vs speake . Baia. Stop vp the damned passage of their throat , Or you are all but ghosts . what ; stare you friends ? Isaacke and Selymus , a garter ; Twist me that fatall string about his necke , And either pull and an end , strangle Trizham . Mesithes come Ioyne force with me , by 〈◊〉 y' best make hast , Or thou art shorter liu'd then is that bratte . Tugge strongly at it . strangle Mahomet . So ; let the bastard droppe , We haue out-liud our tutors : dunghill slaues , Durst they breath out their Stoicke sentences In opposition of our strickt command ? Selym. So : things run well along , and now I find Ioue heares my prayers , and the gods grow kind . Baia. Did not I send these to their Provinees To hinder Zemes flight ? and did not they Dejected bastards giue him open way ? Mine anger hath beene just . Cherseo. None doth deny 't ; You may proceed in your edict for warres , And make Achmetes generall of the campe . Baia. It is enough : Achmetes goe to hell , stabs him The deuils haue rung out thy passing bell , And looke for thine arrivall . Shend me slaues . Exeunt omnes . They fly before my breath like mists of ayre , And are of lesse resistance , I le pursue . Exit Achme. Oh! I am slaine , Tyrant thy violent hand , Hath done me pleasure , though against thy will , Had I as many liues as drops of blood , I 'de not outliue this houre : flye hence vaine soule , Climbe yonder sacred mount , striue vpwards , there , There where a guard of starres shall hemme thee round , Build thee a safe tribunall — I am gone — Oh tragique cruelty — behold — the end Of two right Noble sonnes — one faithfull friend 〈◊〉 Re-enter Baiazet in fury . Baia. Haue all forsaken me ? and am I left A pray vnto my selfe ; did all their breath Passe through his organs ? and in his sad death , Haue I abruptly crackt the vitall threed Of all my Bassaes ? Achmetes groanes . Ha ? where am I now ? In some Gehenna , or some hollow vault , Where dead mens ghosts sigh out their heavy groanes : Resolue me Mahomet , and ridde me hence , Or I will spoyle the fabricke of thy tombe , And beate away the title of a God . Do'st thou not moue ? a trunke ? a stocke ? to die , Is to put on your nature , so will I. Offering to stab himselfe , Cherseogles , Mesithes , Mustapha , Mahomates , Achomates , Selymus , Asmehemides , interrupt him . Omnes . Hold , hold , and liue . Baia. How come these bodies dead ? Filip. Father , it was your selfe . Baia. Let me reuoke My wandring sence , Oh what a streame of blood Hath purg'd me of my blacke suspition , Two sonnes , one valiant Captaine hence are wrought By mine owne hand , to cure one iealous thought , As 't is , they are the happier , I out-liue , Them whom I wisht to fall : onely to graue , Beare foorth their bodies ; Bassaes carry them out , We were curst in this , And shall intombe with them much of our blisse , Indeed wee had resolu'd to spend this day In things of more solemnitie , lesse woe . Now our more wished councell shall beginne And bitter deedes waigh vp the scales of sinne . Amasia is a province rich and strong , Mahomates it is thine , keepe it as long As I haue power to giue it go , prouide For thy conveyance , at the next fayre tide . Mahom. Farewell deare father . Baia. Worthy sonne adiew . The loue my dead sonnes wanted , fals to you , As an hereditary good . Selymus Then we aside May vaile our heads in blacke , no mourners be . Baia. Mahomates , thy worth Deserues some trophies of our loue , Which to let slip vnmention'd , were to adde To this blacke day , a fourth offence as bad ; Gouerne Man●sia , now the people stand Disfurnisht of an head , let thy command , Be great amongst them , so ; make speedy hast . Honour ayes for thee . Selym. Now the stormes are past . Mahom. Father adiew ; Exit . Baia. Mahomates , farewell . Selym. Now to my lot , I thought 't would ne'r a fell , aside Baia. Now Selymus , wee know thy hop̄es are great , And thine ambition gapes with open jawes , To swallow a whole Dukedome : but young Sir , We dare not trust the raines of gouernment Into the hands of Phacton . Desire , Rashly fullfild , may set the world on fire ; Greene youth , and raw experience are not fit , To shoulder vp a Kingdomes heauie weight , Mixe wit with stay'd discretion , and spend Wild yeares in study , then we doe intend To settle more preferment on thy head Then thou can'st hope for . Selymus Wilt thou enuious dotard Strangle my greatnesse in a miching hole ? The world 's my study Baiazet , my name , Shall fill each angle of this round-built frame . Exit . Baiaz. I know he grumbled at it ; but 't is good To calme the rebell heat of youthfull blood With sharpe rebukes . Enter a 〈◊〉 ▪ Messen. Health to the Emperour . Baiaz. What will your message ? Messen. Duty first from Rome , Commended by the Bishop to your seruice , With a firme promise to dispatch your will What euer it imployd , and would but stay Till times swift circle should bring forth a day Secure for the performance . Baiaz. 'T is enough . Exit . Thanks for your care . This was to murder Zemes. Warre with the Bishop ? 't had beene pretty sport , I knew my powerfull word was strong enough To make him doe my pleasure : simple Priest , Onely I vs'd it as a trick , to send Achmetes from the Citie and his friends ; But Fate to smil'd vpon me , that I found A shorter meanes his life and hopes to wound With my sententious sonnes , that when my foes Fled through their Prouince , finely let him goe ; Which being wholy finish'd , straight to please My friends , I play'd raging Hercules ; Then to shut vp the Scene , neatly put on A passionate humour , and the worst was done . But who comes here ? A dumbe show . Enter Mahomee●es with store of Turks he as taking his 〈◊〉 , they as coremonio●sly with great humblenesse , taking their leaues , depart at seuerall dores . I like not this . Mahomates belou'd So dearely of the Comminalty : ha ? Hee 's wise , faire-spoken , gently qualified , Powerfull of tongue ; why hee 's the better sonne , Not to supplant his Father . I mislike The prodigall affection throwne on him By all my subiects . I belyed my hopes When I presum'd this day had freely rid Me of my worst vexation : I was borne To be a Iade to Fate , and Fortunes scoffe , My cares grow double-great by cutting off . Exit .

Actus Tertij , Scena Tertia . Enter Caigubus Achmetes sonne . Caigub. If euer man lou'd sorrow wisht to grieue Father I doe for thee . Could I depriue My senses of each object , but thy death , Then should I ioy to sigh away my breath : Be Godhead to my griefe , then shall these eyes With tributary teares bedeck thy shrine : And thus I doe invoke thee : nimble Ghost What euer Orbe of Heauen , what euer coast Affords thee present mansion , quickly thence Flit hither , and present vnto my sense Thy selfe a feeling substance , let me see , Acknowledge and admire thy Maiesty . Put off that ayry thinnesse which denies Me to behold thee with these duller eyes , Then shall they sending downe a powerfull floud , Rence thy colde members from each drop of bloud , And so returne thee back , that thou may'st soare Vp to the skies , much purer then before . Had the iust course of nature wrought thee hence , I would haue made the gods know their offence , And backe restore thy soule : but thou art dead , And 't was a fiercer hand that clipt thy thread . Fiercer , and bolder , which did euer thriue By mischiefe , and once coffinde thee aliue Vp in deaths mantle , but then would not vse Such open violence , nor durst abuse One of such sacred worth , till fury struck His reason dead , and made his treacherous hand Creepingly stab thee , both vnseene and foule , As if he would haue stolne away thy soule . Enter Isaack . But oh ! Isaack . But of indeede ! Caigub. Why what ? Isaack . As bad A stroke attends thee as thy Father had ▪ Princes suspition is a flame of fire , Exhal'd first from our manners , and by desire Of rule is nourish'd , fed , and rores about Till the whole matter dye , and then goes out . Caigub. Vnfold a Scene of murders : Fates worke on , Wee 'le make a path to Heauen , and being gone Downe from the lofty towers of the skies Throw thunder at the Tyrant ; will he presse The earth with waight of slaught'red carcasses ? Let him grow vp in mischiefe , still shall her wombe Gaping , reserue for him an empty tombe . We doe but tread his path ; and Bassa since It stands vpon thee , now to cure thy Prince Of his distemper'd lunacie , goe fetch The instrument of death , whilst I a wretch Expect thy sad returne . Isaack . I goe ; and could It stand with mine alleageance , sure I should Imploy my seruice to a better end , Then to disrobe the Court of such a friend . Exit . Caigub. He that is iudg'd , downe from a steepy hill To drop vnto his death , and trembling still Expects one thence to push him , such a slaue Doth not deserue to liue , nor 's worth a graue . Then Lachisi● , thou that deuid'st the threed Of breath , since this dayes Sun must see me dead , Thus I 'le preuent thy paine , thus I 'le out-runne My Fate ; and in this stroke thy worke is done . Stabs 〈◊〉 . Eternall mouer , thou that whirl'st about The skies in circular motion heare me out What I command , see that without controule Thou make Heauen cleare , to entertaine my soule , And let the nimble spirits of the ayre Print me a passage hence vp to thy chaire , There will I sit , and from the Azure sky , Laugh at obsequious base mortality . Vanish my soule , enioy , embrace thy Fate Stabs himselfe . dyes . Enter Isaack with executioners . Isaack . We are preuented ; see the fates command False deedes , must dye though by the Actors hand . Returne to Baiazet , and beare that corpes . Exeunt . So now I am alone , nor need I feare To breath my thoughts out to the silent ayre ; My conscience will not heare me , that being deafe I may ioy freely : first thy hated breath Achmetes vanisht , next Caigubus fell , Thus we clime Thrones , whilst they drop downe to hell . The glorious eye of the all-seeing sunne , Shall not behold ( when all our plots are done ) A greater Prince then Selymus ; 't is hee Must share with Ioue an equall Maiesty . But for my selfe his Enginer I 'le stand Aboue mortality , and with a hand Of power , dash all beneath me into dust , If they but crosse the current of my lust . What I but speake , 't is Oracle and Law , Thus I will rule and keepe the world in awe . Selym. Noble assistant . Enter Selymus , Mesithes , Mustapha , Asmehemedes . Isaack . Happy Selymus . Selym. 'T is thou must make me so , for should I stay Wayting my Fathers pleasure , I might stand Gazing with enuie at my Brothers pride , My selfe lying prostrate , euen beneath their feete . Townes , Cities , Countries , and what ere so euer Can giue high thoughts content , are freely theirs , I onely like a spend thrift of my yeares Idle my time away , as if some god Had raz'd my name out of the roule of Kings , Which if he haue , then Isaack be thy hand As great as his , to print it in againe Though Baiazet say nay . Isaack . No more : I will ; An Empire be our hopes ; that to obtaine Wee 'le watch , plot , fight , sweat , and be colde againe . 〈◊〉 .

Actus Tertii , Scena Quarta . Enter Zemes , and Alexander Bishop of Rome . Bishop . Cannot my words add solace to your thoughts ? Oh! you are gulft too deepe in a desire Of soueraigne pompe , and your high thoughts aspire . All the vnshadowed plainenesse of my life Doth but contract thick wrinckles of mislike In your Majestick brow , and you distast Morall receipts , which I haue ministred To coole Ambitions Feauer . Zemes. Pardon Sir , Your Holinesse mistakes my malady , Another sicknesse grates my tender breast , And I am ill at heart : alas , I stand An abject now as well in Natures eye , As erst I did in Fortunes : is my health Fled with mine honour ? and the common rest Of man , growne stranger to me in my griefe ? Some vnknowne cause hath bred through all my bloud A colder operation , then the juice Of Hemlock can produce : O wretched man : Looke downe propitious Godheads on my woes : Phoebus infuse into me the sweet breath Of cheerefull health , or else infectious death . If there an Angell be whom I haue crost In my tormented boldnesse ? and these griefes Are expiatory punishments of sinne ? Now , now repentance strike quite through my heart , Enough of paines , enough of bitter smart Haue tyed me to 't . I haue already bin Bolted from ioy , content can enter in , Not at the open passage of my heart , I neither heare , nor see , nor feele , nor touch With pleasure ; my vexation is so much . My graue can onely quit me of annoy ; That preuents mischiefe , which can bring no ioy . Exit . Bish. Now I could curse what mine owne hand hath done , And wish that he would vomit out the draught Of direfull poyson , which infects his bloud . Ambitious fire ? why 't is as cleane extinct , As if his heart were set beneath his feet , Griefe hath boil'd out the humours of vaine pride , And he was meere contrition . What 's the newes ? Enter a Messenger . Messen. Zemes as now he left you , pale and wan , Dragging his weake legges after him , did fall Dead on the stony pauement of the Hall , Not by vnhappy chance , but as he walkt , Folding his armes vp in a pensiue knot , And rayling at his Fate , as if he staged The wounded Priam , or some falling King , So he , oft lifting vp his closing eye , Sunke faintly downe , groan'd out , I dye , I dye . Bish It grieues my soule : let Baiazet know this Could our owne shortned life , but lengthen his By often sighes I would transfuse my breath Into his breast , and call him back from death . Exit .

Actus Tertii , Scena Quinta . Enter Selymus , Mesithes , Mustapha . Selym. Let not my absence steale away my loue , Or locall distance weaken the respect Which you haue euer borne me : I must fly To shake the yoake of bondage from my necke : My Fathers eyes shall not scan out my life In euery action ; then when I am gone , Our loue like pretious mettall shall not cracke In the protraction , but be gently fram'd Into a subtler thinnesse , which shall reach From either part , not craz'd by any breach . Mesith. Returne with ruine painted in thy brow , Pale death triumphant in thy horrid crest , Danger limm'd out vpon thy threatning sword , The Turkish thraldome pourtrai'd on thy shield , Wee 'le meete thee in thy horror , and vnfold Our armes as wide as heauen to take thee in . Selym. We trust you : if there lie vnspoken loue Hid in your bosomes ? we must bury it In silent Farewells . Mustaph. Noble Prince adiew , Since thy franke deeds haue printed in our hearts So true a patterne of thee , we will feed Our contemplation with thy memory . When thou art really departed , thus A better part of thee shall stay with vs . 〈◊〉 . Selym. So the swift wings of flight shall mount me vp Aboue these walls into the open ayre , And I will towre aboue thee Baiazet . Farewell soft Court ; I haue beene kept too long Within thy narrow walls , and am new borne To golden liberty ; now stretch out you heauens , Spread forth the dewy mantle of the cloudes Thou powerfull Sunne of Saturne , and remoue The terminating Poles of the fixt earth To entertaine me in my second birth . Enter Isaack Bassa . Isaack Not yet rid from our warrs ? Faire Prince take heed , Treason 's a Race that must be runne with speed : Aelus beckons , and the flattering windes Ioyne all to helpe our proiect : quickly hence : All 's full of danger . Did your Father know Hee 'd stop your flight , and breath at one deaths blow . Selym. Friend I am gone : thou hoary God of Seas , Exit . Smooth the rough bosome of thy wrinckled tide , That my wing'd Boat may gently on it glide .

Actus Quarti ,

Scena Prima . Enter Bajazet solus . Baia. How the obsequious duty of the world Hangs shiuering on the skirts of Majestie , And mells out all her footsteps : I could yet Neuer steale leasure reforme my thoughts , Since my pale brow was first hoop'd in with gold Till this blest houre : and now great Baiazet Empty thy breast of her imprison'd ioyes , Which like the smothring windes , could with a blast Rip vp a passage . I am crown'd in blisse , Plac'd on the rockes of strong security , Without the reach of Fate . Envie shall gnash And pine at my full pleasures ; the soft feete Of labouring Ambition , shall quite tire Ere touch the starry-height on which I stand . Achmotes and his sonne with my two boyes Are falne , to cleare the sun-shine of my joyes , Achomates I feare not , Selymus Liues cag'd within the compasse of mine eye , All that I doubt is of Mahomates , That blazing starre once darkned , I will throw The lustre of my pompe from me , as cleare As if three Sunnes were orb'd all in one Spheare . What news brings Isaack ? Enter Isaack Bassa . Isaack . Vnwelcome newes . Baia. Be quick in the deliuery . Isaack . Then thus . Young Selymus is fled . Baia. Fled ? Isaack . Fled this night to the Tartarian King . Baia. Would he had sunke To the Tartarian deepe . Isaack , th' art false , And euery haire dependant from thy head Is a twin'd serpent . Isaack I say th' art false , I read it in thy brow . Isaack . By heauen I am not . Baia. Come ; answere my demands , first , at what time Let he the Court ? Isaack . I know not . Baia. Know he is fledde , And know not when he fledde , how can this be ? Isaack After our strickt enquiry , 't was our chance To light on one that saw him take a ship , At the next hauen . Baia. On one ; bring foorth that one , Exit Isaack I le sound the depth of these villanies . Enter Isaacke with a dwarffe . What 's here ? A barrell rear'd an end vpon two feete ? Sirrah , you guts and garbage — did you see Selymus leaue the Court ? Dwarffe So please it your — Baia. Please it ? thou monster , are you now so pleasing . Isaack My Liege hold in your fury : spend not one drop Of your fierce anger , on so base a worme , Keepe it entire and whole , within your breast , That with it's vigor it may crush the bulke Of him whose treasons moue it . Baia. So it shall , Neptune reine backe thy swelling Ocean , Invert the current of thy guilty streames Which further trecherous plots , mild Aeolus , ( That when a peevish goddesse did intreat , Scattredst a Trojan Navy through the seas ) Now Baiazet a Turkish Emperor Bids thee send forth thy jarring prisoners , Into the seas deepe bowels , let them raise Tempests shall dash against the firmament Of the vast heavens , and in their stormy rage , Either confound or force the vessell backe , In which the traytor sayles ; now , now beginne Or I shall thinke thee conscious of this sinne . Enter a Monke What would this monke ? Monke Only your blessed almes . Baiazet I 'me in a liberall vaine — 〈…〉 of a dagge at Baiazet , Mesithes , and Isaack kil●●he Monke Traitor I 'me slaine , I feele the bullet run quite through my sides , Isaack . Great Mahomet hath kept you safe from harme , It neuer toucht you . Baia. Oh — I am slaine , Open the gates of sweet Elysium , Take in my wounded soule : Bring foorth that Monke , I le make him my soules harbinger , he shall Fore-runne my comming and provide a place Amongst the gloomy banks of Acheron , Then shall he dwell with me in those blacke shades And it shall be my blisse to torture him . Isa. Hee 's gone already , I haue sent him hence . Baia. Fly then my soule , and nimbly follow him , He must not scape my vengeance : Charon stay , One waftage will serue both , I come , away . Isa. Let not conceit thus steale away your life . Baia. Me thinkes I feele no blood ebbe from my heart , My spirits faint but slowly . Isaack Heare me Sir , You are not wounded . Baia. Ha ? not wounded . Isaack . Vntoucht as yet ; His quaking hand deceiu'd him of his aime , And he quite mist your body , here behold The bullet yet vnstain'd with blood . Baia. Now I beleeue thee : oh the balefull fate Of Princes , and each eminent estate ! How euery precious jewell in a Crowne , Charmes mad ambition , and makes envy doate On the bewitching Beauty of it's shine ; Indeede proud Majesty is vsher'd in By superstitious awfull reverence , But cursed mischiefs follow ; and those are Treasons in peace , blacke stratagems in warre . But wher 's the dwarffe ? Isaack goe send him in ▪ Bid bold Mesithes , and sage Mustapha Quickly attend vs ; goe . Exit Isaacke Isaacke I shall . Baiazet This houre , Hath hatcht a richer project in my braine , Whose wisht event , shall strangle envies breath , And strike ambition dead in euery breast . Sirrah , draw hence the body to the ditch , 〈…〉 Whither the filth of the whole Citie runs , There ouerwhelm't in blood ; goe , quickly doo 't ; What doost thou grin thou visage of an ape ? be strikes 〈◊〉 Dwarfe I le rather hang my selfe then endure this . Baia. Nay , come ; be patient and I le vse thee well , Why — 't was a Scepter strooke thee , and 't will worke Diviner operation in thy blood Then thou canst dreame of . Dwar. I 'de rather be strucke erosse the teeth with a pudding Then crosse the backe with a scepter . Baia. A man would guesse so , that ouer-viewes the dimensions But to thy businesse . he carries I the 〈◊〉 Enter Bassaes. Bassaes stand yee round , Stay : who comes here ? sure I should know that sature , Obserue him neerely . Enter Mahometes disguised . Bassaes . T is no Courtier . Mahom. Mahometes 't is time to looke about , Selymus fledde ? Achomates ador'd ? My name scarce heard of through the popular reets ? Had that vnhappy arme of that dam'nd Monke , Not staggerd from the Marke at which he aym'd , Who euer sent him hither , I had leapt Into the emptie throne , and cropt the fruit Budding from treasons roote ; but I le returne Backe to my Province , this vnknowne disguise , Shall search my Fathers closest policies . Isaack Mahometes disguis'd . Baia. By heauen 't was he He pryes into my counsells : let it bee . Wee 'le forward in our businesse , which beeing done , Wee le coole the hot ambition of each sonne , As mine alreadie is , quicke mouing time Hath cast a snowy whitenesse on my haires , And frosty age hath quel'd the heate of youth , Mine intellectuall eyes , which euer yet Gaz'd on the worlds rich gilded vanities , Are now turn'd inward , and behold within , Dismall confusion of vnpardoned sinne ▪ E'r since I first was setled on this Throne , My cares haue clog'd the swiftnesse of the houres , And wrought a tedious irkesomnesse of life , Murders haue mask'd the forehead of the Sunne With purple-coloured clouds , and he hath blusht At the blood-sucking cruelty of state . Ther 's not one little angle of this Court , Whose guiltie walls haue not conceal'd a knot Of traitors , squaring out some hideous plot , Against my safety ; now at last I spie The dangers of perplexed Maiestie . And were it not for a religious feare Of after-harmes , which wretchedly might teare And spoyle the body of this Monarchy , Here at this instant would I strike the sayle , And proud top-gallant of mine eminence , Hurle vp my scepter , dis-inthrone my selfe , And let the greene heads scramble for the Crowne . Age hath taught me a stayder prouidence Then my rash youth could reach to ; I intend To place this glittering bable , on the head Of some successour , e'r I yet am dead , So giue it out ; thereby I le try the loue And fauour of the people : whom they seeme Most to affect I 'le raise to that esteeme , How doe you like the counsell ? Chers. As we could like A voice of health sent from the carefull gods . This newes will lay the fury of your sonnes , And breed low dutie in them all in hope Of the reward propos'd . Exeunt Baiazet , Cherseogles , Manent Mustapha , Isaacke , Mesithes , Asmehemides : Isaacke Awake preventions eyes , we must not sleepe If we would see proud Baiazet displac't , And Selymus elated to his height . Name him the people favours ; — heeaffects Achomates : and knowes the multitude Wrapt with his heauenly wisedome , cry for him , We must be quicke and wary , here are keyes Left , and lay'd vp by Selymus , that store Shall visit emptie purses , and inchaunt The needy sort of men , that the ones wealth , Shall weigh vp 'tothers wisedome in the scale Of their light judgement ; lend your best endeavors Wee 'le crosse thee Baiazet , and thy hopes shall dye By thine owne ill-contriued policy . Exeunt .

Actus Quarti , Scena Secunda . Enter Baiazet , takes Asmehemides by the hand , a Courtier belonging to 〈◊〉 Baia. Leaue vs ; Wee would be priuate with our friend , 'T is thou must doo 't sweet Asmehemides , Mahomates and thou are two neere friends ; He will suspect in others close deceit , Thee , for thy generous vertues he will stand With obuious embracements to receiue Into his bosome ; whither when thou art Wound in , be sure to strike him through the heart . I am offended , 't is just piety To sacrifice his body at the shrine Of my displeasure , doe it , I am thine . Asmehem . Were he as deare to mee , as the halfe part Of mine owne bodie , as the breath I draw ; I 'de doe this charge : wee mortalls must obey When Gods command , and Emperors are they . Exit Baia. So willing to be damn'd ? had I adjoyn'd Some vertuous office , surely he would then Haue said , that good deedes are not deedes of men . But let them goe ; Mahometes must dye , And for my other boy fierce Selymus The boysterous hand of warre must snatch him hence , My other sonne Corcutus liuesimmur'd Within Minerua's cloister , thus I cleare , A path through which Achomates shall runne Vp to my throne when all their hopes are done . Exit .

Actus Quarti , Scena Tert●● Enter Achomates . Acho. The promise was direct and absolute , To blesse my temples with a sacred Crowne , With protestations of a quicke dispatch , Ere his owne right were cancelled by fate , So to cut off all rivals in my joyes . What intercedent chance hath made his care So slacke in the performance ? by heaven I feare , Delayes willproue delusions of my hopes And that homebred Mercurian Selymus , Will split the expectation of my blisse , Forefend it Mahomet , or I shall be A sad revenger of indignitie . How now ? what speakes this bold intrusion ? Enter a Messenger . Messen. Health to Achomates from Baiazet . Acho. From 〈◊〉 ? vnfold thy welcome newes , How fares our Noble Father ? Messen. In full health ; And wils you thus by mee : to muster vp Your surest forces , and with moderate hast , Repaire vnto the Court , where you shall find Employments worthy of a valorous mind . Achem. To muster armes ? can'st thou surmise the cause ? Messen. With confidence I dare not ; but t is sayd , Against that haughtie Noble Selymus . Who of the Tartar King implored ayd , To an vncertaine end : himselfe giues out To fight with Hungary , and stretch the bounds Of the old Turkish regiment ▪ But same With panting voice , bids Baiazet beware , And whispers in his eare , he is the foe , Proud Selymus intends to overthrow . Acho. Enough , regreet our Father with our love Tell him wee shall not sleepe to his command ; Exit . Fly nimbly backe ▪ dares the audacious boy , Trouble the world with his tempestuous armes ? I le chastise him with yron whips of warre , If either strength or stratagems shall serue , To spoyle the gawdy plumes of his high crest , I 'le vse the strongest violence of both ; I am swolne big with hate , and I could breake Vntimely passage with a wholesome stabbe To vent the monster strangled in my wombe . Father I come , he that detaines a Crowne Bequeath'd to me , must thunder-strike me downe . Enter Corcutus . Corcu. Buzzing reports haue pier't my sluddy walles , And clog'd my meditations ayry wings , By which I mount aboue the mouing spheares And search the hidden closets of the heauen , I cannot liue retir'd , but I must heare Mine owne wrongs sounded in my troubled eare : What ? will my father falsifye that oath ; In which he vowd successions right to mee , When I resign'd my honors vp to him , He deepely swore ; when the vprising Sunne Of his bright-shining royallty had runne It 's compleat course through the whole heauen of state , And fainting dropt into the Westerne lapse ; My brightnesse next should throw it's golden beames , Vpon the worlds wide face , and ouer-peere The duskie clouds of hidden privacie , And shall Achomates succeed ? Shall hee Shine in the spangled robes of Majesty ? Then Baiazet is false , let it be so I am secur'd from a huge masse of woe . Yet I le toth'Court , that when Achomates Shall spie mee , and remember but my due 'T will staine his lustre with a blushing hue , Enter Baiazet , 〈◊〉 . Baia. My cares are growne to great to be compriz'd , Within the narrow compasse of my breast , Vice-roy of Greece , I le powre into thy heart Part of my secrets ; which being entred in , Locke them as close vp , as thou wouldst a sinne Committed , yet not knowne : I must impart Things worth thy faithfull silence . Chers. Worthy Sir , By the inclosure of my soule I sweare — Baia. I le not heare out oth , in briefe 't is thus The Bassaes are all false and loue not vs ; Nor doth my 〈…〉 prompt 〈◊〉 thus , I read it in their gestures , 〈◊〉 , Actions , and counsells , my suspitious eye Hath found a great breach in their loyalty . Chers. Surely this cannot bee . Baiazet By heauen 't is true , Each man that guards mine honour is my foe , I le shake these splendant robes of Majesty From my ore-burden'd shoulders , and to ease My selfe , bequeath them to 〈◊〉 . Cherse. Achomates ? Baia. Euen he , vnlesse the voyce Of the whole Citie interdict my choice . Enter 〈◊〉 , Mesithes , 〈◊〉 . Cherse. Heere comes the 〈◊〉 , Sure I see bad newes Pourtrai'd on the Index of their fronts . Baia. Bad newes ? We haue out-liu'd good dayes too long , We can expect no other , come vnclaspe Volumes of mischiefes , and make deafe my eares With an infused multitude of cares . Bassaes. Young Selymus hath crost Danubius floud , And seiz'd vpon the Provinces of Thrace , And with a Navie plow'd the Euxine Sea . Baia. Peace bellowing night-rauens , with how cheerefull noise Their pussing lungs croke out the balefull note , Are these the warres 'gainst Hungary ? you powers Of heauen , brush off your cloddy patience , If you but winke at these notorious crimes , I 'le say you dare not check our stubborne times . Well as yet , I 'le make vse of his pretence Vize-roy of Greece , beare you this Embassie To that suspected Traytor Selymus , Tell him the warres 'gainst th' Hungarian foe , Are full of dangers and approued harmes , Never attempted by our Ancestors , Without repulse or damage bid him dismisse His rough Tartarian youth , then if he stand Vnmou'd and stiffe , feigne vengeance is at hand . Make thy best speed . Cherse. I shall , 't will be well done To reconcile a Father and a Sonne . Baia. Though he tumultuous vprores could deserue The favour of his Prince : h 'as troad awry , And mist the path that leades to Majestie . These bright Imperious ornaments shall grace No rebell-monster nor base runne-away . My resolution 's firme , it shall not be ; Bassaes , this day an Herauld shall proclaime In the worlds eare , my great successours name . Are you content ? Exit . Mustapha calls in an Herauld . Bassaes. We are . Baiaz. Call forth an Herrauld . Isaack . As our alleageance bindes vs wee 'le obey . But what we graunt , the Souldiers will gaine-say . 〈◊〉 . Thou shalt not thriue in this : I dare be bold My golden hookes haue ta'ne a faster hold . Baia. Herauld , Be my loud Eccho , ratifie my deede , And say Achomates shall next succeede . Herauld .

Baiazet the second by the appointment of our great Prophet Mahomet , the onely Monarch of the World , a mighty God on earth , an inuincible Casar , King of all Kings , from the East vnto the West , Gouernour of Greece , Sultan of Babylon , Soueraigne of Persia and Armenia , triumphant Tutor of 〈◊〉 , Lord possessour of the Sepulcher of the Crucified God , subuerter and sworne enemie of the Christians , and of all that call vpon Christ ; proclaimeth Achomates his second sonne next and immediate successour .

An alarum of Trumpets Within . None but Baiazet , none but Baiazet . Baiaz. By heauen they are corrupted : none but I ? 'T is no loue borne to me that moues this cry . Mesith. Great Baiazet the cause why they deny This iust proposall , riseth from an vse And customary licence long obseru'd ; To wit , when their crown'd Emperour is dead , The interpos'd vacation is a time Of lawlesse freedome : then they dare to spoile The Iewish Marchants of their traffick wares , And prey vpon all strangers : so that should Your Honour be conferr'd vpon your sonne Whilst you your selfe yet breath , then should they loose The long expected gaines ; therefore refuse What you propos'd . Baiaz. If that be all the cause , Wee 'le giue them such a Kingly donatiue , As doubly shall buy out those ill-got spoiles Fiue hundred thousand Duckets , if they please With my free choise to crowne Achomates , Proclaim'd to be their due . A flourish of Trumpets . Herauld . Baiazet the second by appointment of our great Prophet Mahomet , &c. proclaimeth that hee 'le attribute 500. Thousand Duckats if you yeeld alleageance To Achomates his successour . Trumpets sound 〈◊〉 . Within . None but Baiazet , none but Baiazet . Baia. Achomates I sent for , how hee 'le disgest These grosse illusions , I may iustly feare : By this I had discourag'd Selymus , And kill'd his hopes ; by this I had cut off The growth of hate , and choked discords seed . Exit . Enter Mustapha with a Messenger to the other Bassaes. Mustaph. Beare this to Selymus with thy best care . Mesith. And this . Giue him Letters . Isaack . And this : fly , let thy winged speed Returne a suddaine answere , elie we bleed . Exeunt .

Actus Quarti , Scena Quinta . Enter Selymus , Tartarian King . Attendants . Tartar . Goe on braue Prince ; Lead on thy marshal'd troupes , Degrade the Turkish Monarch , let him faint At the deepe wounds , which thy reuengefull hand Shall print vpon the bosome of his land . Goe on ; Me thinks I see Victoria sit Triumphant on thy steely Burganet . Exit 〈◊〉 King . Selym. Farewell ; now I will meete thee Baiazet With a careere as free as if Heauens Ioue Had bid me goe : bespeake the stoutest gods To take thy part ; tell them that thou must meete A Selymus , who when the warres are done , Will scale the Forts and Castles of the Sunne , Breake vp the brazen gates of Acheron , And bury Nature with the world together . Captaines leade on ; Now shall the sword and fire By publique ruines crowne my iust desire . Sleepe Hungary , I 'le not breake off thy rest With the vnwelcome Musick of my Drummes ; I 'le turne the edge of my reuengefull sword Vpon the bosome of my natiue soyle ; There dwels the motiue of my Tragick warres , Whose ruthlesse sad Catastrophe shall wound Posterity in vs : Infants shall mourne Ouer their Fathers ' tombs as yet vnborne . But who comes here ? I 'le meete him . Noble Vize-roy . Enter Cherseo●gles . Cherseo. Peace and health to Selymus . Selym. Health , but not peace , whilst yonder light can see Mortalls , whom Turkish force could ne're subdue . Cherseo. Yet what if Baiazet our honour'd Lord Bid you roule vp those flaxen signes of warre , And sheath the sword drawne forth against his foe ? When duty sayes obey , what shall say no. Selym My courage and a proud contempt of all Corriuall Nations , could send back a no , Able to fright a Parliament of gods . It could so : but if Baiazet gaine-say My plumy valour flags , my thoughts gaue way . Cherseo. Then thus he wills you to discard your force , And send the black Tartarians to their home , Withall averring the Hungarian foe ( Against whose power , you haue summon'd Armes ) Is full of strength and power , ne're oppos'd Without the bitter downefall of our side . Nor would the worlds great Monarch 〈◊〉 Empaire his fame so much , as to be sayd , He tam'd a Foe by Tartars borrowed ayd . Selym. Ha : I am vilely non-plust . Courteous Vize-roy Returne our duty back to Baiazet , Euen in the humblest termes wit can inuent , Tell him 〈◊〉 hath a sonne of that high spirit , As doth detest a cowardly retreat . Were all the dead Heroes of our foes All that are now , and all that are to come Met in one age , I 'de face them drum to drum . Bid our deare Father be secure of me And my proceedings : then true valour shines Most bright , when busied in the great'st designes . Is not this answere faire ? Cherseo. Most true : and yet 'T will proue distastfull . Selym. No , it cannot be : If there be too much valour in this breast , Blame him that plac't it there , euen Baiazet . My vertues and my bloud , are both deriu'd From his first influence , and I must either hate Disgracefull calum●'s , or degenerate . Cherseo. All this I 'le tell your Father , yet hee 'le rest As much vnsatisfied as at the first , He will expect the head-strong pride of youth Should strike low sayle to his graue providence . Selym. And so it shall : sage Vize-roy I obey , And reuerence his counsell more , then feare An host of armed foes : tell him I 'le come To his Court gates with neither man nor drum . Cherseo. I 'le tell it him with ioy , which when he heares , Hee 'le be disburden'd of a thousand feares . Selym. Remember my just duty : 't is no matter , I will retaine that till I come my selfe . I am not out-reach'd yet by all these trickes , My hopes are farther strong , I 'le to the Court With a close martch , in no submissiue sort , And steale vpon them : Instantly I goe To meete my Father , but a subtill foe . As he goes out , a Messenger meetes him , giues him the Letters . Messen. Good health to Selymus . Selym Good health : From whom ? Messen. Isaack , Mesithes , Mustapha salute you . Selym. Those good Trinm viri what is 't they , speake ? Opens the Letters . 1 ( To feede on hopes is but a slender dyet ) 'T is short , but full of weight : to feede on hope Is but a slender diet . Let it be . Descants . I 'le mend my table though no feast with me . 2 ( Faire oportunity is bald behind ) Reades second . 'T is true indeede Mesithes . Neuer feare I 'le twist my fingers in her golden haire . What speakes the third ? This writes more at large , And comments on the prefixt principalls . ( Your Father did proclaime who should succeede Reads . Publique denialls nullified his deede , Your hast will be conuenient ; things concurre To blesse your hopes , Fate bids you not demurre ) Yours Isaack Bassa . Isaack I am thine , And come to finish vp our great designe . Exit .

Actus Quarti , Scena Sexta . Enter Achomates 〈◊〉 . Achom. Vnquiet anguishments and iealous feare Fly from any thoughts , like night before the Sunne : I 'me lifted to the highest Spheare of ioy , My top inuelopt in the azure cloud , And starry rich habiliments : my feete Set rampant on the face of Natures pride , The rarest worke weau'd by her handmayd Art Cloathes my soft pleasures , I 'me as great as Ioue . Onely I rule below , he raignes aboue . Oh! the vnspoken beauty of a Crowne , Whose empty speculation mounts my soule Vp to an heauenly Paradise of thoughts . Father , I come that thou may'st crowne my head , Whilst apprehensiue reason stands amaz'd , Amidst the blisfull shades of sweet conceit . Then I 'le call back my wandring intellect From dreames , and those imaginary ioyes , I 'le teach my soule to twine about a Crowne To sweat in raptures , to fill vp a Throne With the bigge-swelling lookes of Majestie , I'leamble through a pleasures Labyrinth , And wander in the path of happinesse , As the true obiect of that faculty . Great Baiazet I come . Thou must descend From Honours high Throne , and put off thy right To build me vp an heauen of choyse delight . Exit .

Actus Quarti , Scena Septima . Enter Mesithes , Mustapha , Isaack . Mesith. The Emperour begins to smell deceit . I know by his ill lookes and sparkling eye That he affects vs not . Musta. I doubt as much . Young Selymus ha's wrong'd our loyalty In his so slack proceedings ; we were rash And indiscreetly-forward in consent , When we ioyn'd on to raise his gouernment . Isaack . Peace , 't is too late to chide at what is done , We haue so deepely waded in the streames Of those procellous plots , nor can reuoke Repentant footsteps , or securely creepe Back to the Throne of safety , 't is now good To venture on , and swim quite through the flood . Here comes the Emperour . Enter Bajazet and Asmehemedes . Baia. Attend vs Bassaes. Ar't sure hee 's dead ? Asm. Mahometes is dead . There 's nothing mouing of him but his soule , And that robd of his body by this hand . Baia. Enough . That soule reuiues to see him dead That wrong'd the body ; Oh! my bloudy heart , Must in his frenzy act an horrid part . Follow thy Prince to hell . Stabs him . Asmeh. To death ! Oh deuillish ingratitude : I 'me slaine . I dye . Moritur . Baia. And iustly : would each foe And Traytor to my state were thwarted so . Bassaes conuay this hated body hence , The sight of that damn'd villaine moues offence : They carry him out . Now pause a while my soule , and reckon vp What obstacles are yet to be remou'd Achomates must stay the peoples leasure . Corcutus dally with Minor●aes Nimphes . The last and worst , proud Selymus shall dye . Thus I 'le compose a firme security . Enter Bassaes with Cherseogles . Baia. Arriu'd already noble Cherseogles ? You 'r carefull in our cause : but speake the newes From our pert Souldier . What meanes Selymus ? Cherseo. To track the path backward from whence he came , To strip himselfe of martiall ornaments , And to fill vp the duty of a Sonne , Come visite you in low submission . Baia. These are too fairely promis'd , to be meant , Ambition hath already chain'd his soule Too surely in the captiue bonds of pride , Then that he now should cloath his stately hopes In the plaine sordid weedes of penitence , He doth but varnish o're some treacherous plot In this smooth answere : come , wee'●e leade along To our Imperiall seat of 〈◊〉 , That strongly fortified , we need not feare The weake attempts an home-bred foe can dare . Exeunt Bajazet and Cherseogles . Mesith. Ha! we are sweetly plung'd , if cold despaire Benumme his youthfull courage , and he faint , Mustaph. Would I were fairly rid of all these cares , Isaack . Dejected Cowards : are you not asham'd Thus to giue vp the goale of dignity To heartlesse feare ? Here comes the Messenger . What newes from Selymus ? Messen. Euen nothing certaine : Ambiguously he promis'd to be here As soone as I. Mesith. I's t euen so ? Musta. We are quite dash't — vndone . Isaacke Lift vp your downe-cast spirits — who comes here ? Mesith. Who ? Selymus ? Enter Selymus . Musta. Where ? sweete Isaack doe not tell him , That we were sending forth faith's latest breath . Isaac . Enough , I will not — happy Selymus . Bassaes Long liue great Selymus . Sely. We thanke you friends : Your care hath fostered vp our infant hopes Beyond the pitch of expectation . We heare that Baiazet is going now From hence to Constantinople ; my men Lie closely ambusht in the middle way , Close by a ruinous city , there expect A sudden on-set , but till then farewell . When we meete next , our ensignes wau'd on high , Shall shine like Meteors blazing in the skie . Exit . Isaac Fortunes best care goe with thee . Mesith. Braue boy y'faith . Musta. I shall adore him whilest I breath for this . Isaac Againe in heart ? Let 's follow Baiazet , come lads away , The sunne of all his glory sets this day . Exeunt . Enter Selymus with souldiers . Selym. Come on the honored youth of Tartary , My brothers and joynt sharers of my woe , Draw forth the weapons of inflam'd reuenge , Against this horrid monsters Tyranny ; I seeme like Romes great Caesar , when opprest With Pompeys grating malice he led forth His noble French-men through the snowy Alpes , I haue my Curio Isaacke in the Court , And Cherseogles like grim Catoes ghost , Soothes the rough humour of fierce Baiazet , These mens examples , were we faint and loath Would set sharpe spurs vnto ourslow pac'd wrath , And whet our dull-eged anger ▪ but I see In your smooth brow perfect alacrity ; We stand to thwart the passage of a feind , Through whose wide yawning throat hath coasted downe . The blood of Princes , in continuall streames , Ha's fed and pampered vp his appetite With the abhor'd destruction of his owne , And glutted on the blood of jnnocents . Stood wee like marble statues in his way , And had no vse of policy and wit , Our Irefull Prophet Mahomet would send Sence , life , and valour through our stony joynts , That we might ruinate this gastly bore , Made by some hellish fury to confound The order of this wondred Vniuerse . I le grapple with the monster , hee 's at hand , If you stand firme ▪ the Common Wealth may bee , A slaue to Baiazet , but I le liue free . Enter Baiazet , Cherseogles , Isaack , Mesithes , Mustapha . Baia. No Drumme nor Trumpet hath disturb'd the ayre , Within the reach of mine attention . Isaac . And I admire it , '● were a miracle If that ambitious boy intend no harme . Omnes . What noyse is that ? A confused noyse of exclamation within , arme , arme , arme . Soldiers Helpe Baiazet , the vauntgard 's almost slaine , The Tartars lay in ambush . Baia. What ? so neere ? Set vp our standard , I le giue battell here , Hang out defiance , scorne , and proud contempt , Write in the blood-red colours of your plumes , Summon our Army Enter a drum From these skirmishes , Speake out the traitors doome in thine alarmes . Thought he to daunt our courage ? Drum sounds . Enter Souldiers seuerally , dropping in sweating , as from fight . Valiant souldiers ; When I behold the manner of this warre Then treason copes with awfull Majestie , A gracelesse sonne , with his owne aged Sire , Me thinks to bid you fight , were full as vaine As to bid heauy clouds fall downe in raine : But when I view the Chaos of the field , And wild confusion striking valour dead , I cald you , not ( as Captaines doe to boyes ) To read a lecture of encouragement , But that your auncient vertue may be showne In this my last defence : I wish to dye Reueng'd , that death sorts best with Majesty , Drums sounding , A confused noyse , with clashing of armour . Ex●urrunt Baiazet , and Selymus . Baia. Selymus ? Selym. Baiazet ? Baiaz. Ioue lend me but a minutes patience . Vnnaturall sonne . Selymus . Vencharitable Father . Baia. Father ? My sword shall hew that title off . And cut in twaine kindreds continued line , By which thou canst deriue thy blood from mine . Abortiue monster — thou first breath of sinne , We had but slender shaddowes of offence , Till thou creptst forth to the offended light , The very masse , and stocke of villanie . Crimes in all others , are but thy influence . Nature ha's planted viprous crueltie , In thy darke breast , the scandall of her workes Her error , and extract perfection Of vices ; the first well-head of bad things From whence the world of ills draw their weake springs , Selym Then heare me speaketoo : you haue bin to me No Father , but a sowre Pedanticke wretch , One that with frosty precepts , striu'd to kill The flaming heate of my ambitious youth , As vainely as to strangle fire with straw : You sit so dayly houering on your Throne , As if you 'd hatch new Monarchies to feed The hungry gulfe of your vnbridled pride , Y 'aue surfettted on titles , y 'aue ingrost Honor , you are the moth of eminence , And liberall fortunes answered your desires ; You had deflow'rd th' infinitie of Crownes , With your adulterate ambition , Y' are Soveraignties horse-leach , and haue spild The blood of State , to haue your owne veines fild . Baia. Hold , hold thy venom'd tongue , if there be hid More of this kind vn-vttred , I le rip vp Thy full fraught bosome , and to saue mine eare Mine eyes shall ouerview what I 'le not heare . Darst thou fight Traitor ? Selym. Dare I be eal'd a King ? Dare I vnsheath my sword , or gather might ? If I dare ought of these , I dare to fight . Baia. Guard thee , I 'de not omit the sweete desire And pleasure of revenge , were heauen my hyre . They fight , Selymus is beaten off , Baziazet pursues , re-enters at another doore . The slaue has scapt the power of my wrath , Midst the disseur'd troups of scattered foes I lost him in a smoky cloud of dust , So thicke as if the tender Queene of loue , Had wrapt her brat Aeneas from my sight . Enter Isaacke , Mesithes , Mustapha . Isaack Ioy to my Liege , of his last victory . Mesith. The bold Tartarians flew like fearefull Harts Before the hunters rage . Baia. So let them fly ; Heaven raine downe vengeance on their cursed heads ; It is our honour that the frighted slaues Enter a 〈◊〉 Owe their liues deerest safeties to their heeles . How now , whence come you ? Dwar. From yonder hayricke Sir . Baia. Didst thou see Selymus when he fled the field ? Dwar. No indeed , I was two farre crept in . Baia. O you are braue attendants . Let 's forward in our journey ; these affaires Achomates must know , his golden wish , The people haue delayd , perhaps hee le frowne , And trample filiall duty vnder feete As this hath done : but let them storme their fill Vertu 's not shipwrackt in a sea of ill .

Actus Quinti ,

Scena Prima . Enter Achomates alone , with a bloody sword in his hand . Achom. An honour'd Legate ? an Ambassadour ? As if that title like Medeas charme Could stay the vntam'd spirit of my wrath , Had he bin sent a messenger from heauen , And spoke in thunder to the slauish world ; If he had roar'd one voice , one sillable Crosse to my humour , I 'de a searcht the depth Of his vnhallowed bosome , and turne out His heart , the prophane seate of sawcy pride . Slaine an Ambassador ? no lesse : 't is done , And '● was a noble slaughter , I conceiue A joy ineffable to see my sword Bath'd in a blood so rare , so precious , As an Ambassadour s ; must we be tolde Of times delayes , and opportunities ? That the basesoldier hath gaine-sayd our blisse ? Thought Baiazet , his son so cold , so dull , So innocently blockish , as to heare An Embassie most harsh and grossely bad The people to deny me ? we contemne With strange defiance Baiazet , and them .

Actus Quinti , Scena Secunda . Enter 〈◊〉 , Mesithes , Mustapha . Mesith. Mischiefe on mischiefe , all our hopes are dead , Slaine in the haplesse fall of Selymus . Mustapha I thinke the deuills fought for Baiazet And all the infernall haggs ; how could he else With a confused army , and halfe slaine , Breake the well-ordered rancks of a strong foe ? Mesith. And vnexpected to — now Isaacke ! what Sadly repenting for thy last misdeeds . Plots and conspiracies against thy Prince ? Faith we must hang together — Isaacke Good Mesithes 'T is nothing so : they say 〈◊〉 Disdaining to be mockt out of his hopes , And most desired possession of the Crowne , Ha's in contempt of Baiazet and all , Slaine the Ambassador , and vowes revenge On euery guilty agent in his wrong . Mustaph. I lookt for that ; and therefore first shranke back , When Baiazet made choyce of one to send On such a thankelesse errand as that was . Mesith. Grant the report be true : what 's that to vs ? Isaack Fame in mine eare nere blab'd a sweeter tale , This shall redeeme our low dejected hopes , To their full height . no more ; be it my charge , To chase out the event — what 's this comes here ? Mustaph. Vpon my life , the body of the slaine Ambassador . Enter the Ambassadors followers with the dead body Mesith. 'T is so . Isaacke We greet you friends , And your sad spectacle . Followers T is sad enough To banish peace and patience , from each breast That owes true loyalty to Baiazet . Isaacke And so it shall ; lay downe the iniur'd corps . Achomates ha's wrong'd his Fathers loue , To grosly , in the murder euen of him That bore his sacred person , and should stand Inviolably honor'd by the law Of men and nations , But here comes Baiazet . Enter Baiazet and Cherseogles . Baia. A tragicke spectacle ? whose trunke is this ? Follow . The body of your slaine Ambassador . Baia. Slaine ? by what cursed violence ? what slaue Durst touch the man that represented me ? Follow . Achomates . Baia. Achomotes ? Follow . The same Highly displeas'd with the vnexpected newes Of a deniall from the peoples mouth , His reason slipt in fury , and contempt Hath thus abus'd your gracious Majesty . Withall , he threatned to maintaine this sinne With force of armes , and so resolu'd to winne Your Crowne , without such tarriance — Baia. Oh! no more , I am vnfortunate in all my blood . Hath he thus guerdon'd my faire promises , My dayly sweat and care , to further him , And fix him in the paradise of joy ? Nations cry out for vengeance of this fact , I 'le scourge this blacke impiety to hell . Muster our forces to the vtmost man , Once more I 'le bury this my aged corps In steely armour , and my coloured crest Like a bright starre shall sparkle out reuenge Before the rebels faint amazed eyes . Loose not a minute , Bassaes hence , be gone Muster our men , stay not ; that from the tide Of our fierce wrath , no drop may ebbe away By causelesse lingering . Musta. Whom speake you Generall ? Baia. Whom but my selfe ? whom doth the cause concerne More neerely then my selfe ? Isaack My honored Liedge , Beare your best care about you ; 't is a time Of double danger , but remoue the one , The other straight cald forward , Selymus Great in the fauour of Tartaria's King , Is man'd afresh with souldiers ; his assault Threatnes as much as fierce 〈◊〉 , And must be borne off with your ablest forces , Then if you leaue the Citie to subdue , One of these two , expect e're you returne Tother possest , and seated on your throne . Baia. Distraction rends my soule : what shall I do ? Isaack . Force out one nayle with tother of these two , Chuse him you most affect , and best dare trust , Allure him fairely home , winke at his crimes , And then create him your high Generall , To leade against his brother , since your selfe Cannot at once oppresse two foes so stout Trie if one heate can driue another out . Baia. Isaack we like thy counsell : but of these Which can we pardon ? either so deboyst , So guiltie of rebellion , so 〈◊〉 From pious loyalty , that my soule euen both With bitter hatred equally may loath . Isaack First weigh their faults , the one a brain-sick youth , Endeauor'd to supplant your Majestie , The other in defiance , and contempt , Of God and man prophan'd the holy rights Of an Ambassador . Mesi. For which dire fact , Should it slip vp vnpunished , the name , The fearefull name of 〈◊〉 would proue The subiect of each libell , and the scoffe Of petty Princes . Baia. Enough , we haue decreed Achomates shall quake beneath the stroke Of our fierce anger . Isaack speed away To Selymus , he shall confront the slaue The best of two so bad , goe — stay — yet goe , 'T is hard when we begge succour of a foe : Begge ? stay againe — first will I drop before The sword of proud Achomates — goe — tell him , Vpon his low submission we will daigne To make him Champion to his soueraigne . Enter Corcutus to his Father . Exit Isaack . My deare Corcutus welcome . Corcu. Royall Father . 〈◊〉 . Baia. Arise thou onely solace of mine age , It was a night of harmlesse innocence , Of peace and rest , in which kinde nature laid Thee in thy mothers wombe : Right vertuous boy , How hast thou liu'd vntainted with the breath Of that infectious vice Rebellion , Corcut. Right noble Father , 't is a faithfull rule In morall rites , that who desires a good , And most suspects his right to it , is bold And turbulent , and eager in pursuit , Whereas the man to whom this good is due , Rests happily contented ; till time fit Crowne him in the possession of his wish . Baia. Well moraliz'd : I vnderstand thee Boy , My grant shall melt thy prayers in full ioy . Exeunt .

Actus Quinti , Scena Tertia . Enter Selymus and souldiers . Selym. Once more ( in hope to gaine , and feare to lose A Crowne and Kingdome ) we haue march'd thus neere The seat of a dread Emperour , to try The chance of warre , or resolutely die . Feare no crosse blow , for with this hand I moue The wheele of Fate : and each successe shall runne Euen with our pleasures , till our hopes are spun Vp to their full perfection , this dayes light That lookes so cheerefully , shall see as bright As it , my crowne and glory . Makes a stand . As they march on , enter Isaack Bassa . What stranger 's this ? my blessed Genius haunts me . Isaack I take thee in with open loue . What speakes they Presence ? Isaack . Good newes to Selymus . Selym. From whom ? Isaack . From Baiazet . Selym. 'T is strange if good . Isaack . And full as good as strange March quickly hence . I 'le tell you as we walke ; if constant Chance Smile on our project e're this Sunne goe downe , We may salute you with a glorious Crowne . Selym. I follow euen to death . Grand Mars to thee I 'le build an Altar if thou prosper me . Exeunt .

Actus quinti , Scena quarta . Enter Achomates and Souldiers . Achom. Revenge my black impiety ; each brow Seemes with a scornfull laughter to deride Those empty Menaces of 〈◊〉 . And Baiazet is not our Father now , Sith he hath wrong'd the duty of a Sonne , But a scorn'd Enemy whose prostrate soule Shall make a step by which I will ascend Vp to the heauenly throne of heauenly state , If you but lend your helpe and free consent . Souldiers . Leade vs along the misty bankes of hell Through Seas of danger , and the house of death , We are resolu'd to follow , and by one To second each step of Achomates . Achom. This resolution is as great as iust , Continue it braue spirits : he 's a slaue That hauing sinn'd , dares not defend his sinne , The world shall know I dare : For though our cause Be wrong , yet we 'le make good the breach of lawes . 〈◊〉 .

Actus quinti , Scena quinta . Enter Baiazet and Corcutus . Corcut. Would I had slept with Trizham , and that hand That strangled Mahomet , had stopt my breath , Rather then liue to see my selfe thus wrong'd . Baia. Despaire not sweet Corcutus , what I promis'd I 'le keepe most true , and here againe I vow When I am dead , this honour to thy brow . I haue call'd home that rebell Selymus , Onely to tame a Traytor : And that done , We haue no other heire , no other sonne Beside Corcutus , to whose free command We doe bequeath the duty of this land . Enter Mesithes and Mustapha . Is Isaack not return'd ? Mesith. My Liege he is . Mustaph. And Selymus with him . Enter Selymus and Isaack , as they enter speake . Baia. Let them approach . Isa. Let your high spirit shrink below it selfe In a dissembled shew of penitence . Selym. Tush I can bow , as if my ioynts were old , And tumble at his feet . Isaack . Practise your skill . Selymus falls at Bajazets feet . Baiaz Lesse shew , and more good meaning Selymus . Arise : these crouching feates , giue slender proofes Of inward loyalty . Selym. Right noble Father , Mine expedition to auenge your cause Vpon the head of proud Achomates , Be my iust triall . Baia. Hast then : May thy arme By breathlesse treason raise vp a full ioy , And turne that monster back vnto the earth From whence it leapt , a most prodigious birth . Selym. We flie to the performance ; who both dare And will correct his boldnesse : now we tread The path to honour , and me thinkes I heare The peoples Viua , a Eccho in mine eare . Exit Selymus with the Bassaes. Baia. New insolence : The Bassaes slipt away , How the obsequious villaines As if he were their Godhead . Cherseo. I suspect Some plotted mischiefe , else they durst not leaue Your person thus vnguarded . Baia. Plot and hang. We weigh not all their treasons at a straw , One must not rule too long , 't is subiects law . Exeunt . Passe ouer the stage Bassaes and Souldiers carrying Selymus aloft , and crying out Long liue Selymus , Viuat Selymus , Magnificent Emperour of the Turkes . Exeunt . Enter Bajazet and Cherseogles . Baia. Hell and the furies vex their damned soules . What people ? Hah ? what Nation is 't we liue in ? Is 't our State and Monarchy ? good gods Two Emperours at once . Liue Selymus ? Can slauish vassailes thus supplant their Prince ? What 's this enshrines my head ? a type for fooles To fleare at a diuided ornament : Faile not my sense and courage , let me liue To finde my selfe againe . Vize-roy of Greece , Didst thou not see a Baiazet withdraw And vanish hence ? tell thou most faithfull man , What is become of that forgetfull name ? Or who hath stole it from me ? Selymus ! Oh that damn'd villaine with his treacherous plot , Hath rob'd me of that glory . Death a sense If t' haue a soule of Adamant or Steele , Else had that hated noise reft it in twaine : What are thou ? or whence com'st thou ? Enter Mesithes . Mesith. From a Prince . Baia. Yet I beleeue thee . Mesith. From thine enemie . Baia. Yet I beleeue thee . Mesith. From the Emperour . Baiaz. And I beleeue thee still ; yet slaue thou liest , These parts must know no Emperour but me , Vnlesse base vsurpation hath stept-vp Vnto my chaire of honour . Right , 't is so : 'T is so indeede . Well then , what will your Emperour ? Mesith. That by my hand you yeeld him vp his crowne ! Baiaz. Traytor his crowne ? so : now I am resolu'd . I haue forgone my selfe , else had this hand Tore out thy spotted heart , and that one word Of yeelding had beene cause enough to spoyle Thee and thy generation . Heartlesse slaue , Why sneak'st thou from our presence ? stay , behold Here I commend this gorgeous ornament , These trappings to thy Emperour , as full Bestead with curses as my heart with woes , That it may clogge his eares , and vex his head With daily terrours . Hence thy Prince is sped . Exit Mesith. Vize-roy of Greece , to thee our last farewell , Thou worthiest truest best deseruing man , That euer made vs happy : if thy faith Respect me , not my fortune , Doe this charge , Fly to Achomates , and rather ayde Him then this faithlesse Bastard Selymus , The scandall of our race , the marke for heauen To shoote reuenge . But all in vaine , I striue to word away my inward paine . Cherseo. Nor this nor that I 'le fauour , may I 〈◊〉 Baiazet shall liue to see both bleed . Exit . Baia. , Maske vp thy brightnesse Phabus , louely night , Hurle thy thick mantle ouer all the heauens , Let this black day for euer be forgot In the eternall registers of time : Which of you sacred powers are not asham'd To see a Prince so sinfully abus'd By his owne issue and vnreueng'd . Enter Selymus and Bassaes . But stand we , who comes here ? a face of brasse . Else would it blush : now thou Saturnine Ioue , Thou God of great men , thunder that the world Drench'd all in sinne , may shake and feare the noyse That horrid scourge of villanies . Selym. Father ? Baia. Slaue Auaunt : ● feele a strong Antipathy T'wixt thee and me , thy sight makes my dead heart Distill fresh drops of bloud , and worke new smart . Exit . Selym. What furious Baiazet , and raging hot ? I hugge the amorous pleasure that I feele Creepe through my ioynts : obserue our Father , Exeunt Bessaes . Else by some wilfull murder hee 'le preuent My purpos'd proiect , I 'de not loose the guilt Of his destruction for a crowne : heauen knowes I loue him better then to let him digge Himselfe a graue , whilst I may take the paines . Now mount my soule , and let my soaring plumes Brush the smooth surface of the Azure skie . Crowne in his hand . With this I charme obeyfance from the world : Thou golden counterfeit of all the heauens : See how the shining starres in carelesse ranks Grace the composure ; and the beauteous Moone Holds her irregular motion at the height Of the foure poles ; this is a compleat heauen , And thus I weare it : but me thinks 't is fixt But weakely on my brow , whilst there yet breath Any whose enuie once reflect on it , And those are three : the angry Baiazet , Puling Corcutus , proud Achomates : One of these three is car'd for , that 's Corcutus Who ere the blushing morne salutes the Sunne , Shall be dispatcht by two most hideous slaues , Whom I haue bred a purpose to the fact : The other riuall , wise Achomates , I 'le beare aside by force of men and armes , Which ready Mustred , but attend the stroke , Then attend our Fathers . Enter Hamon . Here 's one deales for him , Shall send him quick to hell . It is decreed . He that makes lesser greatnesse soone shall bleed , Hamon draw neere , most welcome my deare Hamon , What guesse of your patient Baiazet ? Is he all healthfull ? Hamon . No my gracious Prince . Neither his body nor his minde is free From miserable anguish . Selym. A sad case . Hamon I loue him , and would rid him from 't . Were I so skill'd in naturalls as you . Hamon . All that my art can worke to cure his griefe Shall be applied . Selym. Vnapprehending foole : I must speake broader . Hamon is he ill In minde and body both ? Hamon . Exceeding ill . Selym. Then should I thinke him happier in his death , Then in so hatefull life and so weake breath . Hamon . And that 's the readier way to cure his ill . Selym. ( H 'as found me now ) but Hamon can thy Art Reach to the cure ? Hamon . With easie diligence . Selym. Then let it . Haman . I 'me yours . Exit Hamon . Selym. Walke , and thy paines , Shall be rewarded highly , with the like As thou bestowest on Baiazet : the Court Makes it a fashion now first to bring the event About , and then hang vp the instrument .

Actus Quinti , Scena Sexta . Enter Cherseogles aboue disguised like a common Souldier . Cherseog. Thus Cherseogles hast thou wound thy selfe , Out of thy selfe to act some fearefull plot , By which the Authors of this publique woe , Shall skip into their graues , it is confirm'd A deede of lawfull valour to defeat Those of their liues , that rob'd the world of peace . On this side the false hearted Selymus With his confederate Bassaes lie incampt Iust opposite the proud Achomates ; The Sunne now sunke into the Westerne lap , Bids either part , vnlace their warlike helmes Vntill to morrow light where both intend The hazard of a battell : but you powers That with propitious cares , tender the world And vs fraile mortals , helpe me to pre●ent A generall enemie by the fall of some ; Assist my spirits in a deed of blood , Cruell , yet honest and austeerely good . Who ? Selymus ? as I expected . Enter Selymus . Selym. What ? A souldier thus licentious in his walkes , A stranger ? Ha ? What art thou ? Chersee. A sworne friend , a seruant to thy greatnesse . Selym. Then returne Backe into thy rankes and orders , no edict From me hath ratified this liberty , To scout at randome from the standing campe . Cherseo. 'T is true my honour'd Lord , nor haue I dared For some poore triuiall prey thus to remoue My selfe , but for a cause of greater weight The ruine of our enemies . Selym. How 's that ? The ruine of our enemies ? Cher. No lesse ; The quicke fall of great Achomat● Can worke it . Sely. Soldier as thou hop'st to liue , Mocke not my thoughts with false and painted tales , Of a supposed stratagem . Cherse. I sweare — Sely. What wilt thou sweare ? Cherse. By all the heauenly powers I speake the trueth , and if I faile in ought , Grind mine accursed bodie into dust . Sely. Enough , vnfold the meaning and the way By which this happy project must be wrought . Cher. 'T is thus ; at the twelfth houre of this blacke night . Achomates I haue induc'd to walke Foorth to this valley weapon'd , but vnmand , In expectation of your presence there , Where being met , hee le vrge a single fight , Twixt you and him : after a stroake or two , I haue ingag'd my selfe closely to start From ambush , and against you take his part . Selym. Then thou art a traytor ? Chers. Worse then a deuill , should my heart Haue made that promise with my tongue ; But heauen beare witnesse that my inward thoughts Labour his welfare only , whom you powers Haue prou'd most worthy , therefore onely yours . Meete but this foe , whom I haue flattered thus , To his destruction : and great Selymus Shall see my strength imployed to offend Achomates , and stand thy faithfull friend . Sely. Oh were thou faithfull — Cherse. If I shrinke in ought That I professe , death shall strike me to the grave . So thriue all falshood , and each perjur'd slaue . Sely , Th' ast wonne our credit , beare a noble mind About thee , then to find me forward trust This night when sleepe triumphant hath subdu'd Her wakefull subjects , and the midnight clocke Sounded full twelue , in this appointed place , Expect my presence , and till then adiew Our next shall be a tragicke enterview . Enter Acho●●ates . Cherseo. The first is car'd for — here a second comes , Assist me thou quicke jssue of Ioues braine , And this one night shall make their labors vaine . Achom. It shal be so , my feares are too to great , To joyne all in one on-set : a strong band Shall with a circle hem the traytor round , And intercept the passage of their flight ; How now ? from whence com'st thou ? what at thou ? Cher. A Lieg-man to Achomates . Achom. To mee ? Cher. Yet noble Prince , and one whose life is vowd To further your desert , and therefore yours . Achom. We thanke you , and pray you leaue vs . Cher. I can vnfold an easie stratagem , Would crowne the hopes of great Achomates . Achom. What means the fellow ? Cher. To secure your state By Selymus his fall . Achom. What i's t thou breath'st ? Speake it againe , for many carefull thoughts Possesse my soule , that euery blessed voice , Steales in the passage twixt my eare and hast , By Selymus his fall , to secure my state ? Cherse. I can : Achom. Delude me not , and I will raine Such an vnmeasured plenty in thy lap , Heape such continuall honors on thy head That thou shouldst snrinke , and stagger with the weight . Cherse. Iudge of the meanes ; this night I haue induc'd Young Selymus to walke foorth in this groue , At the twelfe houre , in hope to meete you here ▪ Where hauing vrg'd a combat , and both met In eager conflict I haue pawn'd my vow . To rush from yonder thicket , and with him Ioyne against you . Acho. Villaine . Cher. And deuils had , My heart made promise with my tongue , But heauen beare witnesse that my soule affects None but Achomates , try but my faith , And meete this foe , whom I haue bayted thus , With golden hopes , and you will find my deed In your defence all promise shall succeed . Acho. I 'm resolu'd souldier , when day is past ▪ And the full fancies of mortalitie Busie in dreames and playing visions , At the sad melancholly houre of twelue , I le meete thee in this plaine . Cher. And you shall find Me here before you . Achom. Be so ; Who denyes To strike in time , can seldome hope to rise , Exit Chers. These two will meete , and I must take both parts . Now for a tricke to send them both to hell , In the full growth of expectation ; Heauens know they haue deseru'd it then 't would be An happy murder : and behold the men Enter Bassaes Whom I haue decreed should doe it , once againe I must betake me to my former note ; Health to the friends of our great Emperor , The three strong pillars that vphold true worth . Isaacke Sir , your intrusion is vnseasonable . Musta. And your salute , impardonably bold . Cher. Perhaps the newes I bring , may frame excuse For both these faults . Mesith. Speake out thy mind in briefe . Cher. Then thus : to night here present on this plaine , You may encounter two fierce enemies , Achomates , and Cherseogles , both at the full stroake of twelue . Isaack How ( Mesithes ) we 're blest . Musta. This night at twelue of the clocke ? Cher. Vpon my life — Omnes What shall we doe ? Chers. But meete mee on this plaine At the appointed houre , and I will place You three aside , from whence you shall oppresse Your foes at vnawares . Mesith. Is it a match ? Isaac . 'T is done at twelue a clocke . Mustap. See thou proue faithfull . Chers. If I shrinke in ought That I professe , death strike me to the graue . So thriue all falshood and each perjur'd slaue . Exeunt Bassaes How easily base minds are drawue to strike Their foes at least aduantage — beauteous morne , Pale witnesse to a thousand deeds of sinne Vaile vp thy light , that darkenesse may helpe on These blacke stratagems , and vnhallowed hands Strike in mistaken bodies , euen soule soule Themselues adore , and cheerefully defend , But time growes fast vpon me , hit all right Two Princes , and three Bassaes dye this night .

Actus Quinti , Scena Septima . Enter Corcutus with his Lute . Corcu. Heauen whither run these projects ? is the thought Of man so sencelesse , void of wit , yet fraught With threatning ambition ? to what end Doth this distempered madnesse headlong bend ? Blesse me my Genius from these hated toyles Of murdering warfare , and these sweating broyles , Of watchfull policy ; Phoebus let it be That I may know no other god but thee . Learned experience sayes , ambiguous fates Vexe eminent fortunes , and he onely stands Without the beames of enuy , whom the hands Of some propitious power , hath ranckt below Those short delights that troubled thoughts doe know ; A Crown 's a golden marke , which being hit , Falls not alone , but off the head with it : Honors are smoakie , nothing , then let the Queene Of learning , great Minerua , and the nine Chast sisters , that adorne the Grecian hill , Devote me to themselues , but let me still Within Apollos sacred Temple sit , And spend my body to encrease my wit ; Raigne Selymus , for I shall ne're thee hate , Thy supreame power , nor enuy thy state , Corcutus stands diuorced from a life , Engag'd to vaine ambition factious state , And emptie power of Kings ; Hee 's great in fame Not who seekes after , but neglects the same . Since thou hast grieu'd me Phoebus , free my wit , That I my ease my griefe by speaking it ; If thou deny'st fond god , t will be in vaine , Sorrow can sing , though thou not tune the straine . Sings to his Lute . Then thou sweete Muse from whence there flowes , words able to expresse our ill , Teach me to warble out my woes , and with a sigh each accent fill : Infuse my breast with dolefull straines , Whose heauy note may speake my paines , O let me sigh , and sighing weepe , Till night depriue my woes with sleepe . The pleasing murmurers of the ayre , that gently fanne each mouing thing , I being heard , straight doe repayre , and beare a burden whilst I sing , An heauy burden dolefull song , The fathers griefe the subiects wrong , O let me sigh , and sighing weepe , Till night beguiles my woes with sleepe . The grieued Flora hangs the head Of euery youthfull plant and tree And flowry pleasures are starke dead , at my lamenting melody , Then all you Muses helpe my straine To reach the depth of bitter paine . Oh let me sigh , and sighing weepe Till night beguiles my woes with sleepe . Me thinkes I heare the singing spheares , tune their melodious straines to mine , The deawie clouds dissolue in teares , as if they grieu'd to see me pine ; Thus each thing ioynes to helpe my moane , Thus seldome come true sighs alone ; Then let me sigh , and sighing weepe , Till night beguile my woes with sleepe . He sleepes : Then enter two murtherers Who slaying him , beare him away . Exeunt

Actus Quinti , Scena Octaua . Enter Cherseogles . Chers. A darke and heauy night , as if the gods Winckt at our projects , and had clad the heauens In a propitious blacke , to blesse my plot ; Reuenge , to thee I dedicate this worke , And I will pamper thy wild appetite With blood and murther , thy dull slow pac't feet Shall caper to behold our fearefull sceanes Drencht in a scarlet Ocean , T is full twelue — I heare a quiet foot pace , and it beates Directly towards . 'T is Selymus , Ioy of expectation . Enter Selymus Selym. Thou Queene of shades ; Bright Cynthia , and you starry lampes of heauen , What spheare hath told you ? oh y' are enuious all , And therefore hate to grace the time , in which I ruinate my latest foe ; this is the sand On which I am to wrestle for a Crowne , And I am entred full of greedie lust , To meet my adverse champion ; here 's my god , Whom I adore with greater confidence Then all those beauties , Sunne , or Moone , or Starres That with malicious absence haue disrob'd , This gracious houre of i'ts due respect . Oh thou the silent darkenesse of the night , Arme me with desperate courage and contempt , Of gods — lou'd men , now I applaud the guile , Of our braue roarers which select this time , To drink and swagger , and spurne at all the powers Of either world , blest mortals , had that mother Strangled her other infant , white fac't day , And brought forth onely night , my limbs are stiffe , And I must bath them in my brothers blood , I le steepe this grasse in a red purple goare , Scatter the carcasse peecemeale , and that done I le reare a lasting monument , I le signe A trophie , which inscrib'd , shall speake my deedes To after ages , that 's my chiefe intent , Hee 's coldly prays'd that 's written innocent ; Whos 's there ? my souldier ? Cher. Souldier and slaue , great Prince at your command , Sely. I will jnoble thee place thee my second selfe In all my power for thy rare faith . Where 's our Achomates ? Cher. I heard one softly tracke full hitherwards , And thinke t is he ; 't is needfull that I meete him , And giue some proofe that I continue his , Else jealous of my faith , he will returne , And we be both deluded ; when y' are met , Parley before you fight , till I prepare My selfe to runne vpon him vnawares , Meane while I le goe to meete him . Exit Selymus . Goe , make hast , But if this base raskall should deceiue My trust ? a trifle — my nerues are plumped vp And fil'd with vigor , strong enough to fright , A million of such big backt , drowfie slaues ; I heare them both approach . Enter Cherseogles and Achomates . Cherse. See where he stands , I shall not be flow To second your encounter being met , Parley before ye fight , till I prepare My selfe , to runne vpon him vnaware , Meane while I 'le withdraw — now for my Bassaes , Exit Achom. A time of dismall blacknes , and my soule Is dull and heauy , as if enuious night , Striu'd to subdue my fatall watch fullnesse . But I haue rush'd vpon my foe : whose there ? Sely. Answere thy Prince first I say , what art thou ? Acho. He that vsurp's the title of a villaine . Sely. But he that weares it is a Saint , and such am I. Achom. Th' art a treacherous slaue . Sely. Achomates thou lyest , this night shall proue I shrinke not to vnmake what I haue done . Achom. Oh heauens so jmpudently bad ? Selymus . Good brother we know your vertues , one that Gayn country , gods , and men , Slew an Ambassadour which here we must reuenge . Achom. Hearke in thine eare , I le whisper forth thy mise 〈◊〉 , least the heauens Should teare and snatch them hence from my reuenge , In greedinesse of wrath — they whisper . E●ter Cherseogles , Isaacke , Mesithes , Mustapha . Cherse. See where they stand . Isaacke Achomates and Selymus ? Cher. Both : They are two , we foure , le ts runne vpon them , 'T is very darke , be certaine in your aime , And all strike home . Omnes . A match . Mes. Isaack , and I will take the neerest . Must. And we the other . Cher. Strike home , and sure , and here 's at them . Stab him , stab him . vterque meritur . Selym. I haue the Crowne , and I will , Oh , oh , oh . Achom. Oh , òò , O villaine I am slaine . Cher. It is not Cherseogles we haue slaine . Isa. Not Cherseogles villaine , whom then ? speak . They confer . Cher. Achomates and Selymus . Isaack . Ha. Cher. None other . Isaack . Hast thou betray'd vs so ? Cher. Be silent , heare me . There lie the Captaines of both Armies dead , Breathlesse , and so stupid to neglect The vse of oportunities . Isaack . What vse ? Cher. Are you not rich , wealthie in powerfull gold , Goe whilst the Souldiers lye thus destitute Of any Leader , frankly bribe both parts Buy their vnsetled loue at any rate , And creepe into their bosome , then in this Dead want and dearth of Princes , they will Cleaue to Isaack , and at length salute Isaack . Me Emperour ? Cher. You apprehend it right . Isa. What blessed angell art thou ? Cher. 'T is no time for idle complement . Isaack . Thy counsel 's good . I would not let slip this sweet occasion , For all the pretious plenty of the world . Come let 's away . Cher. First make some quick dispatch with these now riualls . Isa. True , they 'le not endure my Soueraignty . Hast no suddaine wits how to remoue them both ? Cher. No wile but strength ; are not we two ? They are no more ; we must encounter them , 't is man to man : The match no whit vnequall . Isa. I am thine : I hate to haue co-partners in my state : There shall not breath a man whose enuious eye Dares looke a squint on my dread Maiestie . Mes. They that bring newes first , are still most welcome . Musta. Experience speakes it true . Mes. Let vs hast , now Selymus we come to gratulate Isaack . Stay — Cherse. . Stand. Mes. How ? Mustaph. What meanes this ? Isaacke Fate to your liues . They fight , Isaack is slaine . Musta. Sweet doings . Isaack . 'T is no lesse , Sir witnesse this , Traytor I 'me slaine . Moritur . Cherseog. Crosse fortune , wicked chance : But I must make the best of it . Is he dead ? Mes. Villaine he is , and thy bad turne is next : What deuill did incite thee , to incite Isaack 'gainst friends ? Iniurious slaue . Musta. Vrge him to no confession , till the rack Force from his closest thought vnwilling truth , He shall be doom'd for this notorious fact Vnto continuall paines , Hunger , oppression , want and slauery . Mes. That struck me full . — Haue at thee : Hold thou art victor . I haue met the price Of treason death , and as I hop'd to raise By blood , I fall , so haue I mist my scope ; Delusion is the end of lawlesse hope . Moritur . Cherse. Mesithes stay one moment , art thou gone , I am not farre behinde , I feele the blood By slow degrees ebb , from my fainting breast , I am heart struck , and wounded euen to death , A Sceane of slaughterthis . — O iust heauens Still I plighted faith to each of these , I wisht that if I fail'd in one , I vow'd Death would thus strike me , I haue gain'd my wish , Then you imperiall Fates that intercept The brittle courses of fraile mortality , Continue this firme iustice , and enact A constant law , that all false meaning hearts That thinke of oathes as of a puffe of winde , May as I doe , thus sinke into the graue My dying wish : so thriue each periur'd knaue . Moritur . Enter Souldiers . Sould. 1. The night ouerblowne , and fiue a clocke , I wonder at their absence ; what are these Our Generalls murdered , our deere Selymus , With his three Bassaes , and Achomates , Whose bloody hand is guilty of this fact ? Sould. 2. A trembling shakes me , 't was some power That frown'd at our proceedings . Sould. 3. Baiazet is new borne to his Soueraignty . Sould 4. Let 's take their bodies , beare them hence in pompe Vnto their greatnesse , and aduise the foe Of their slaine Generall sterne Achomates , Sound peacefull rumours ; we must resubmit To Baiazet , so heauen hath thought it fit . Exeunt .

Actus Quinti , Scena Nona . Enter Bajazet and Haman with a Booke and Candle . Baiaz. Set downe the Booke and Candle , goe and prouide The Potion to preuent my Feauer-fit , Till when I meane to study : goe make hast . Exit Haman . Fortune I thanke thee , thou' rt a gracious Whore . Thy happy anger hath immur'd a Prince Within the walls of base security . Farewell thou swelling sea of Gouernment , On whose bright christall bosome along along The grauelled vessell of proud Maiestie . Ambition empty all thy bagge of breath , Send forth thy blast among the quiet waues , And worke huge tempests to confound the Art Of the vsurping Pilate Selymu●s . Treason and enuie like to bickering windes , Shake the vnsetled abrick of his State , That from my study windowes I may laugh , To see his broken fortune swallowed vp In the quick sands of danger , and the sayle Puft with the calme breath of slattering Chance , By furious whirle-windes rended into ragges , And peece-meale scattred through the Ocean : But peace my chiding spirit ; Come thou man Of rare instinct , blest Author of a booke Takes the booke . Worthy the studies of a reading God , Thou do'st present before my wearied eyes , Tiberius sweating in his policies , Dull Claudius gaged by dull flattery , Nero vnbowelling Nobility , Galba vndone by seruants hardly good , Otho o're-whelm'd in loue , and drencht in blood , Vittelli●s sleeping in the chayre of State , Vespatian call'd to gouernment by Fate , Still as thy Muse doth trauell o're their age , A Princes care is writ in euery Page . Thus I vnfold the volume of thy wit , The chiefest solace of my mouing wit , Caedes eo fuit nobilior , quia filius He reades . Patrem interfecit . Tacit. Hist. lib. 20. Auaunt thou damn'd wizard , did thy god Apollo teach thee to diuine my fall ? What hath thy cursed Genius tract my steps Throught the Meanders of darke Priuacie , And will he dwell with me in these close shades To vex my banisht soule , banisht from ioy , Remoued from the worlds eye ? I am accurs'd , And hated by the Synode of the gods , A knot of enuious deceites , the day will be When they shall smart for this indignity . Enter solemne Musicke , the Ghost of Mahometes , Zemes , Trizham , Mahomet , Achmetes , Caiubus , Asmehemides , with each a sword and burning Tapers , led in by Nemsis , with a sword , they encompasse Bajazet in his bed . Nem. Triumph my Plantiffes , Nemesis your Queene Is Pierc'd quite through with your continuall groanes . See , see , the prostrate body of a King , Clad in the weedes of pining discontent , Lyeth open to your wrath , and dolefull hate : But I coniure you not to touch his skinne , Nor hurt his sacred person , those three Fates ( Those srightfull sisters ) told me they decree For Baiazet another destinie : But vex his soule with your deluding blowes , And let him dreame of direfull anguishments , Each in the proper order of his Fate , Vent the comprest confusion of his hate . One after another strike at Bajazet with their swords , Nemesis puts by their blowes . Exeunt in a solemne dance . Nemes . Awake , awake thou tortured Emperour , Looke with the eye of fury on the heauens , Threaten a downefall to this mortall stage , And let it cracke with thee , thy life is runne To the last Scene , thy Tragick part is done . Exit . Bajazet awakes in fury , ariseth . You meager deuils , and infernall hagges , Where are you ? Ha ? what vanisht ? am I found ? Did I not feele them teare and rack my flesh , And foreamble it amongst them ? heauen and earth I am deluded , what thin ayrie shapes Durst fright my soule , I 'le hunt about the world , Search the remotest angles of the earth , Till l 'ue found out the climate hold sthese fiends , Or build a bridge by Geometrick skill , Whom lineall extension shall reach forth To the declining borders of the skie , On which I 'le leade mortality along , And breake a passage through those brazen walls , From whence Ioue triumphs o're this lower world : Then hauing got beyond the vtmost sphere , Besiege the concaue of this vniuerse : And hunger-starue the gods till they confesse What furies did my sleeping soule oppresse . Ha ? did it lighten ? or what nimble flame Ha's crept into my blood ? me thinkes it steales Through my distemper'd ioynts , as if it fear'd To vrge Medeas to i●n●atience . Hamon , accursed Hamon stand my soule Aboue the power of these inuenom'd drugges : Am I in hell aliue ? the Stygian flames Could not produce an heat so violent As burnes within my body : Oh I feele My heart drop into cindars , I am dust ; Ioue for thine owne sake Ioue , confine my soule Within these walls of earth : for in the skie When I am there , none shall be Ioue but I. Still , still I boyle , and the continued flames Are aggrauated : He is done , subdu'd ( By the base Art of a damn'd Emperick ) Whose empty name sent terrour through the world : Is not the heauen bespangl'd all with starres , And blazing Meteors , whose bright glimmering flames Like ceremoniall Tapers should adorne My solemne Hearse ? what doth the golden Sunne Ride with it's wonted motion ? are the waues Bridled within their narrow Continent No deluge ? not an earthquake ? Shall a Prince , An Emperour , a Batazet decease And make no breach in nature ? fright the world With no prodigeous birth ? Are you asleepe You thundring beggards that so awe the world ? I 'le hasten to reuenge this strong neglect Of my deceasing spirits , mount my soule , Brush off this cloddy heauy element : So Ioue I come excorporate , diuine , Immortall as thy selfe , I must contest With thee proud god , with thee to arme my minde , Onely my soule ascends earth stayes behinde . Moritur . Enter the Ghosts as before him , and beare him out .

Actus Quinti , Scena Decima . Enter Solyman as newly Crowned . Souldiers , Attendants , warlike Musick . Solym. Is Selymus deceased ? Sould. He is my Lord . Solym. Who Solymus ? what Fate durst be so bold : Oh , I could act an holy frenzy now Selymus deceas'd ? What did not Atlas tremble At such a burden ? Can he support the Orbe That holds vp Selymus ? is not yet the Pole Crackt with his weight ? doe not the heauens preparr His funerall Exequies ? Ioue I inuoke thee now , Command the heauens that the prone Chandler shops Command that idle Phaebus , that he exhale Matter from earth to make thy funerall Tapers : Or I 'le make Torches of the vniuerse In stead of Comets ; flaming Countries , Cities Shall be thy ceremoniall Tapers : Or if not this ; I 'le ransack Christendome , Kings Daughters I 'le embowell for a Sacrifice , Their fat with vestall fire will I refine , And offer virgins ware vnto thy shrine . Start back bright Phaebus , let thy firie Steedes Keepe Holiday for Selymus . tell thy host Proud Neptune now expects anothers deluge , That all the earth may weepe for Selymus . What doe you smile you Heauens ? are ye conscious , And guilty of this execrable treason ? What dare the fields to laugh when I doe mourne ? I 'le dye your motly colour'd weedes in scarlet , And cloath the world in black destruction . Nemesis , I 'le naile thee to my greedy sword , Destruction shall serue vnder me a Prentiship . Courage braue Sel●xie , with thy Princely boat Through Styx euen all mortality shall float ; I 'le leauie Souldiers through the Vniuerse , With which thou shalt beguirt Elizeum ; Thus barren Nature shall repent thy fall , Grieuing that shee did not the euent fore-stall ; Death I will hate thee : the world shall weare Thy sable liuerie embroydered with feare : Thy Trophies euery where the world shall gaze on : Thy Armes in sable and in gules I blazon . Sould. My Lord this Crowne entreates you leaue off these Ground-creeping meditations , and to thinke Of Majestie , wherefore we inuest your browe With this rich robe of glory , and doe vowe To it our due alleageance : thus you shall Mount vp aloft aboue your Fathers fall . Solym. Thus our deare Father , those bright robes of state , For which so lately thou hast sweat in blood , Thou wearest vpon my shoulders in thy stead : Thus are we crown'd , and thus our labours bee , Made gainefull vnto thine , though not to thee . Sould. Liue then , and raigne most mighty Emperour , Whilst that our care and watchfull prouidence , Shall fence thy safety , and keepe Sentinell Ouer thy sacred person , were black treasons , Hatcht in the Center of the darkest earth , The massie element should be prospectiue For all our piercing eyes ; should Pluto send His black Apparator to summon thee To appeare before him , by that Mahomet We would confront him boldly , and excuse Thy absence vnto Pluto , by our presence ; Death we 'le disarme thee , if thou dar'starrest Thy fury on our Solyman , or we 'le bale his person With our imprisonment . By our death thou shalt liue ; our Citie walls May with warlike ruine be battered , But our alleageance , that European Bull , Shall neuer push from vs , with his golden hornes ; Nor shall his guilded showers quench our loues : No golden Enginer shall vndermine The Castles of our faith , nor blow them vp With blasts of hop'd preferment , were thy walls ▪ But paper , were they made of brittle glasse , Our faiths should make them marble , and as firme As Admant : not walls , but subiects loue , Doe to a Prince the strongest Castle proue . Behold great Prince alleageance mixt with loue Lock'd in our breasts : thou art the liuing key To shut , and to vnlock them at thy pleasure : No golden pick-lock shall e're serue it selfe Into these faithfull locks , whose onely springs Can be no other then our owne heart strings , Our greedy swords which erst imbru'd in blood , Did seeme to blush at their owne Masters acts , And vpbraid vs with our bloody facts Though peace hath now condemn'd to pleasing rust , Yet at thy beck we 'le sheath them in the breast Of daring Christians , thus in warre we 'le fight For thee , whil'st thou dost striue for victory : Here to describe such Princely vertues , which Should more adorne thy Crowne then Orient pearles , Were but to shew a glasse , and to commend Thy selfe vnto thy selfe . Be gracious , Magnificent , couragious , or milde , Or more compendiously , be more thy selfe , Raigne then , and Mahomet grant that thou may'st passe Nestor in yeares , as much as now thou dost In wisedome and in valour ; Herauld proclaime To the world his title , and let swift-winged Fame Second thy trumpet . Her . Long liue Solymon , &c. Solym. We thanke you friendly Actors of our blisse , Our patience hath at length tired out the gods ; Our Empire hath beene rackt enough with treasons , And black seditions , as if no Christians Were left to conquer , wee yeeld our Turkish blades Against our selues , imbowelling the State With bloudy discord , by our strength we fall A scorne to Christians , with our hands we shed That bloud which might haue conquered Christendome ; Thus while we hate our selues we loue our enemies , And heale them with our sores , whil'st we lye weltring in bloudy peace : the dy of the publique safety Hath beene already cast by th' hand of warre , Treasons haue made a blot , which may prouoke The enemie to enter , and beare our men To darke Auernus , Enuie might haue blusht , Though alwayes pale at all our projects : now This bloudy deluge is quite past , returne Sweet Peace with th' Oliue branch , enough of warres , 'T is thou must powre oyle into our scarres . Fly hence Hereditary hate , discords dead , Let not succeeding omnities and hatred liue . Let none presume to couer priuate sores With publique ruines , nor let black discord Make an Anatomie of our too leane Empire , let it w●● sat againe ; when peace Hath knit her knots , then shall the wanton sounds Of Bells giue place to thundring Bombardes , And blood wash out the smoothing oyle of Peace , Euery Souldier I 'le ordaine a Priest To ring a fatall knell to Christians , And euery minute vnto earths wide wombe , Shall sacrifice a Chrisitians Hecatombe : Then shall we make a league with Aeolus , The windes shall striue to further our proceedings , Then will we loade the Seas , and fetter Neptune With chaines that hold our Anchors ; he shall quake Lest he to Pan resigne his watry Empire , And three fork'd-mace vnto my awfull Scepter ; The Whales and Dolphins shall amazed stand , That they shall yeeld their place to Beares and Lyons , Sylla shall howle for feare when she shall see The Sea become a Forrest , and her selfe Mountanie , then let Syrens quake For feare of Satyres , then let the Christians thinke , Not that our Nauie , but the Country it selfe Is come to moue them from the growing earth ; Comets , fiery swords shall be my Heraulds , Threatning to th' world suddaine combustion : Let our armes be steely bowes , our arrowes Thunderbolts , and in stead of warlike Drummes , Thunder shall proclaime black destruction ; Vulcan I 'le tax thee , exercise thy Forge , Prepare to me for all the world a scourge , The Fates to me their powers shall resigne , Which with this hand will rend the strongest twine Of humane breath , first for the I 'le of Rhodes Destruction there shall keepe his mournfull Stage : Th' inhabitants shall act a bloody Tragedy , And personate themselues ; Then for Nayos I le Death there shall keepe her Court , then I will make Vienna all a Shambles ; yea gaping Famine Euer deuouring , alwayes wanting foode , Shall gnaw their bowels , and shall leane them nothing Besides themselues to feede on ; their dead corpes Shall be entombed in their neighbours bellies . There euery one shall be a liuing Sepulcher , An vnhallowed Churchyard ; famine shall feede it selfe , Then shall they enuie beasts , and wish to be Our Iades , our Mules , Matrons shall striue to bring Into the hatefull light abortiue Brats ; The Infants shall returne , and the leane wombe Shall be vnto the Babes a suddaine tombe . Then shall they hoard carcasses , and striue Onely to be rich in Funerals ; I 'de reioyce To see them stand like Screech-Owles , gaping when Their Parents should expire , and bequeath To hell their wretched soules , to them their death . All. Long liue great Solymon our noble Emperour . Soly. All this , and more then this I 'le doe , when peace Hath glutted our new greedy appetites , When it hath fill'd the veines of the Empire full With vigour , then lest too much blood should cause Armies of vices , not of men to kill vs , And strength breed weaknesse in our too great Empire , Then , then , and onely then we shall thinke good , With warre to let the body politick blood , Meane time we 'le thinke on our Fathers Funerall : Oh , I could be an holy Epicure , In teares , and pleasing sighes , Oh I could now Refresh my selfe with sorrow , I could emblame Thy corpes with holy groanes from putrifaction : Oh , I could powder vp thy thirsty corpes With brinish teares , and wipe them off with kisses , And that I might more freely speake my griefe , These eyes should be still silent Orators , Till blindnesse shut them vp were I a woman : But I am Solyman , Emperour , the Turke , Blood shall be my teares , I 'le thinke thee slaine Amongst the Christians , and translate my griefe To fury , euery member of my body Shall execute the office of a weeping sonne . Thus in my teares an Argus will I bee , My head , heart , hands , and all shall weepe for or thee . Oh that the cruell Fates were halfe so milde As to driue streames of teares from forth the springs , Great sorrowes haue no leasure to complaine , Least ills vent forth , great griefes within remaine : See Selymus , sometimes a fore-string instrument Feeding his Souldiers with sweet Harmony , Doth now tune nought to vs but Lacrymy , Could n' Aesculapius be found to tune His disagreeing elements treasons crackt The string which else an headach would vntune . Euery disease is a ragged fort To weare these strings asunder , treason did lend Death , which both age , and sicknesse did intend ; What then remaines , but that his Funerall rites With our Grandfather , Vncles be solemnized , That so black discord may be with them buried : But noble Selymus what Tombe shall I prepare For thy memoriall ? shall a heauy stone Presse thy innocent ashes ? Shall I confine Thy wandring ghost in some high marble prison ? Or shall I hither fetch the flying I Tombe Of proud Mausolus the rich Carian King ? No ; Religion shall cloake no such iniurie , No hired Rhethorick shall adorne thy coarse , No pratling stone shall trumpet forth thy praise , The world 's thy tombe , thy Epitaph I 'le carue In Funerals , destruction is the booke In which we 'le write thy annalls , blood 's the Inke , Our sword the Pen ; A Tragedy I intend , Which with a Plangity , no Plaudity shall end . FINIS .