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 The trauailes of the three English brothers. Sir Thomas Shirley Sir Anthony [Shirley] Mr. Robert [Shirley]. As it is now play'd by her Maiesties Seruants. Travailes of the three English brothers Travailes of the three English brothers. Day, John, 1574-1640? Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?. Wilkins, George, fl. 1607. [66] p. [By George Eld] for Iohn Wright, and are to bee sold at his shoppe neere Christ-Church gate, Ptinted [sic] at London : 1607. 1607

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THE TRAVAILES Of The three ENGLISH Brothers .

Sir THOMAS SHIRLEY . Sir ANTHONY SHIRLEY . Mr. ROBERT SHIRLEY .

As it is now play'd by her MAIESTIES Seruants .

Printed at London for Iohn Wright , and are to bee sold at his shoppe neere Christ-Church gate . 1607 .

Prologue attired like fame . THe tranquill silence of a propitious houre , Charme your attentions in a gentle spell : Whilst our endeuors get a vocall tongue , To fill the pleasing roundure of your eares . Our Sceane is mantled in the robe of truth , Yet must we craue ( by law of poesie ) To giue our history an ornament . But equalling this definition , thus , Who giues a foule vnto his Cooke to dresse : Likewise expects to haue a foule againe , Though in the Cookes laborious workmanship Much may be deminisht , som-what added , The losse of fethers and the gaine of fauce : Yet in the back surrender of this dish , It is ( and may be truelie cald ) the same : Such are our acts : should our tedious muse Pace the perticulers of our trauellers , Fiue daies would breake the limmits of our Sceanes But to expresse the shaddowes : therefore we , ( Leauing the fethers and some needelesse stuffe ) Present you with the fairest of our feast , Clothing our truth within an argument , Fitting the stage and your attention : Yet not so hid but that she may appeare , To be her selfe , euen truth : now your asists To helpe the entrance of our history : First see a father parting with his sonnes , Then in a moment , on the full failes of thought We will deuide them many hundred leagues , Our Sceane lies speechlesse , actiue , but yet dumbe : Till your expressing thoughts giue it a tongue .
Enter Sir Thomas his three sonnes Sir Thomas Sir Anthony , Maister Robert , Sir Thomas goes back with his Father , the other take their leaues . Exeunt . Imagin now the gentle breath of heauen , Hath on the liquid high-way of the waues : Conuaid him many thousand leagues from vs . Thinke you haue seene him saile by many lands , And now at last arriu'd in Persia : Within the confines of the great Sophey , Thinke you haue heard his curteous salute Speake in a peale of shot , the like , till now Nere heard at Casbin , which townes gouernor , Doth kindelie entertaine our English knight : With him expect him first , the rest obserue . If forrein strangers to him be so kinde , We hope his natiue Country we shall finde More curteous , to your iust censures then , We offer vp their trauells and our pen . Exit . Enter gouernor of Casbin , Sir Anthonie , Robert and others . Gou. SIr , yet your entertaine hath beene but weake , But now assure ye , 't shal be strengthened : A Princes absence cloathes his publique weale In mourning garments : now our widdo-hood In a conquering returne shal be made good . This day my royall maister , the Persian Sophey : ( Accompanied with a glorious tribute Which fortie thousand Turkish liues haue paide ) Is hitherwards in march , to whom I haue Deliuered your arriuall here in Persia , Your state , your habit , your faire demeanor , ( And so well as my weake oratory could recite ) Spoke of those worths I haue obseru'd in you . Sir Anth. Sir , nothing I feare so much , Least that the merrit you haue layd on mee Should not go euen with your report . Goue. It will : yet ( if I may ) , I le thus farre counsell yee . It is the Sophyes high will and pleasure : That you be seated here in the market place , To view the manner of his victories : Which would you greete with your high tongues of warre , Whose thunder nere was heard in Persia : Till you gaue voice to them at Casbin first , In what his kingdome best can furnish yee , It is his pleasure and commaunde you want not . Sir Anth. It was my purpose so to salute him Brother , pray yee see our directions falter not , See all in order as we did determine . Rob.

I shall sir .

Exit Rober. Sir Anth. With such a traine as many Casualties , ( A trauellers mishaps ) haue left with me : I le greete his highnesse in the best I may . Enter from warres , with drums and Cullers Sophy , Cushan , Hallibeck , Callimath with souldiers , The Sophy giues Sir Anthony his hand as hee offers to stoope to his foote . Soph. Christian or howsoeuer , curteous thou seemest , We bid thee welcome in vnused phrase : No gentle stranger greetes our continent , But our armes fold him in a soft embrace : Yet must his gratulation first be payd Vpon our foote , you stoope but to our hand : This for your followers , welcome , welcome , Robert and the rest kisse his foote . Our gouernor of Casbin , see these strangers plac'd , Be it your care and charge , since they haue met Their welcome first in weatherbeaten steele , Wee le show the manner of our Persian warres , Our musique and our conquests , deuide yee , The one halfe are Persians , the rest are Turkes , Strike , a conqueror that still retaines his name : To tell his conquests , is not pride but fame . A Battell presented , Excursion , the one halfe driue out the other , then enter with heads on their swords . These are our victories , to see those tongues That lately threw defiance in our teeth Quite put to silence in their caues of Earth : Then are we sure our enemie is dead , When from the body we diuide the head : How likes the Christian of our Persian warres ? Sir Ant. As themselues deserue renowned Sophy , Your Wars are manly , stout and honourable , Your Armes haue no imployment for a coward : Who dares not charge his courage in the field , In hardy strokes 'gainst his opposed foe , May be your Subiect , not your Souldier . Your Grace in this hath done mee too much honour , Which would you licence mee but in part to pay With sight of such warres as Christians vse , So farre as my small retinue will serue . I le shadow forth my Countries hardiment : Thinke it a picture which may seeme as great , As the substantiall selfe , when layd vnto it The compasse of the hand would couer it , Your fauour and t is done , so that your eyes , Will deigne to grace our seeming victories . Sop. You haue preuented vs in proffering it , We had requested else , our selfe will sit , And so iustly censure of your state in field , That if yours best deserue , then ours shall yeeld . Exeunt S , Anthonie , Robert and the rest . What powers do wrap mee in amazement thus ? Mee thinks this Christian 's more then mort all , Sure he conceales himselfe , within my thoughts Neuer was man so deepely registred , But God or Christian , or what ere he bee , I wish to be no other but as hee . Halli.

The Sophy dotes vpon this fellow already ,

Call .

Most deuoutly , we shall haue his statue erected in our Temple shortly .

Halli.

I le nere pray againe if it be ,

Call .

Hearke they come , wee le note how the Sophy will grace them .

Halli.

It shall not please mee be it nere so good .

A Christian battell showne betweene the two Brothers , Robert driuen out , then enter S. Anthonie and the rest with the other part prisoners . Next Mortus Ally , and those Deities , To whom we Persians pay deuotion We do adore thee : your warres are royall , So ioyn'd with musicke that euen death it selfe Would seeme a dreame : your instruments dissolue A body into spirit , but to heare Their cheerefull Clamours : and those your Engins , ( We cannot giue their proper Character ) Those lowd tongues that spit their spleene in fire , Drowning the groanes of your then dying friends , And with the smoake hiding the gaspe of life , That you nere thinke of ought but victory , Till all be won or lost , we cannot praise It well , but what meanes those in bondage so ? Sir Ant.

These are our prisoners ,

Sop.

Why do they liue ?

Sir Ant. In this I show the nature of our warres , It is our clemencie in victorie , To shed no bloud vpon a yeelding foe , Sometimes we buy our friendes life with our foes , Sometimes for Gold , and that hardens valour , When he that wins the honour , gets the spoile . Sometime for torment we giue weary life . Our foes are such , that they had rather die , Then to haue life in our Captiuity . Sop.

We neuer heard of honour vntill now ,

Sir . Ant. Yet haue we engins of more force then these When our ore-heated blouds would massacre : We can lay Citties leuell with the pauement , Bandee vp Towers and turrets in the ayre ; And on the Seas ore-whelme an Argosie Chambers go off . These are those Warriors . Halli.

Mahomet , it thunders .

Sop.

Sure this is a God .

Halli,

Sure 't is a Diuell , and I me tormented to see him grac'd thus .

Sop. First teach me how to call thee ere I speake , I more and more doubt thy mortallity : Those tongues do imitate the voice of heauen When the Gods speake in thunder : your honours And your quallities of warre , more then humane , If thou hast God-head , and disguis'd art come To teach vs vnknowne rudiments of war , Tell vs thy precepts ; and wee 'll adore thee . Sir Ant. Oh let your Princely thoughts descend so low , As my beings worth , thinke mee as I am : No stranger are the deedes I show to you Then yours to mee : My countrie 's farre remote , An Iland but a handfull to the world ; Yet fruitfull as the meades of paradise , Defenc'd with streames such as from Eden runne , Each port and entrance kept with such a Gard As those you last heard speake : there liues a Princesse , Royall as your selfe , whose subiect I am , As these are to you . Halli.

As we ? comparisons .

Sir Ant. So long as warre attempted our decay , So ill repayd , we so by heauen preseru'd , That war no more dares looke vpon our Land . All Princes league with vs , which causeth vs , That wont to write our honours downe in bloud , Cold and vnactiue to seeke for imployment Hither am I come , ( renowned Persian , ) My force and power is yours , say but the word , So against Christians I may draw no sword . Sop. With armes of loue and adoration , I entertaine thee worthy Christian , And thinke me happyer in thy imbrace , Then if the God of Battells fought for mee , Thou shalt be Generall against the Turkes . Call .

Hee 'll make him his heyre next ,

Halli.

I le loose my head first .

Sop. A campe of equall spirits to thy selfe , Would turne all Turkey into Persia , Let mee feast vppon thy tongue , I delight to heare thee speake . Halli. I le interrupt yee . Ye Persian Gods look on , The Sophy will prophane your Deities , And make an Idoll of a fugitiue : My Liege , Sop.

You describe wonders .

Halli.

he mindes me not : My Liege ,

Sop.

You trouble vs , and what 's the difference twixt vs and you ?

Sir Ant. None but the greatest ( mighty Persian ) All that makes vp this earthly Edifice , By which we are cald men , is all alike . Each may be the others Anotomie , Our Nerues , our Arteries , our pipes of life , The motiues of our senses all doe mooue As of one Axeltree , our shapes alike , One worke-man made vs all , and all offend That maker , all tast of interdicted sinne , Onely Art in a peculiar change Each country shapes as she best can please them , But that 's not all , our inward offices Are most at iar , would they were not , ( great Prince ) Your fauour here if I out-strippe my boundes , We liue and die , suffer calamities , Are vnderlings to sicknesse , fire , famine , sword , We all are punisht , by the same hand and rod . Our sinnes are all alike , why not , our God . Enter Messenger . Mess.

My Liege .

Sop. What makes these slaues so bold to trouble mee , Well sir , now your sweating message ? Mess.

The Turkes haue gathered power ,

Sop,

So haue we .

Mess.

Those that retired from your last victory haue mett fresh supply , and all turne head vpon your confines .

Sop. So haue we fresh supply Wee 'll meete halfe way , welcome againe braue Englishman Our best imployment in this warre is thine , For thy sake do I loue all Christians : Wee giue thee liberty of Conscience , Walke in our hand , thou hast possest our heart , Away , for warres , we must cut short our feasts , Least that our foes proue our vnwelcome guests . Exeunt . Enter the great Turke , with followers , and a Basha . Turk . Stand , stand , our fury swells so high , We cannot march a foote ere it breake forth , Oh thou inconstant fate whose deadly wings , Lifts thee like Faulcons vp to fall on Kings On greater then on Kings , for it strikes vs To whom Kings kneele , our potent power , Whom Iudgement holds to bee inuinsible , Be but a handfull of our enemies , The Sophy and his troupes are forc'd to flie , Not daring to resist , fearing to die , Bass. Yet let the Sunne of Ottaman take strength , Call vp his forces , and ioyne war againe . Soft march . Turk . Ioyne warre againe we may to show our will , But proue like those , resist to their owne ill . Hearke Bassa how their voice of comming on , Speakes like the tongue of heauen Threatning destruction to mankind when it please , Bass. Yet , let your bloud be like the Ocean troubled with the wind Rise till it dim the stars such your high mind , Tur. It shall it shall , we will hold calme no longer , Swell sea of fury , till these Persians , Standing like trees vppon our circling bankes , Be ouer-flowne : Men , wrath and bloud , Meete like Earth , Fire and Ayre , that s not withstood . Enter the Sophy , Sir Anthony Sherley , Cushan Halibeck , Mr. Robert Sherley : Callymath in Armes . Sop,

We thus confront thee .

Turk .

We thus answer thee .

Sop. Know thou that calst thy selfe a God on Earth , And wouldst haue nations stoope to thee , as men to heauen , We are thus arm'd , I , and for this defence , Twixt God and Man , to approue a difference . Tur. Know thou whose power is but a wart to mine , If Earth haue good from Heauen , Hell power by sinners , If death be due to men , as blisse to Angells . This Sunne at Christians west shall not set true , Before thy life meete death , hell haue her due . Sir Ant.

Indure him not Great Emperor ,

Sop. Patience , Know thou againe , in this iust warre I 'me knit With Christians and with subiects , whose warlike armes Like steele rebates not , but like fire shall flie , To burne thee downe , whose Prid 's aboue the skie . Tur.

Thy Christians I contemne like to their God ,

Ant. Oh They shall haue graues like thee dishonoured , Vnfit for heauen or earth this we prepare , Betwixt them both wee le seat you in the Ayre . Sir Ant. Turke , Infidell , thou that talkst of Angels , The Chroniclers of Heauen who in their regester Record thee liuing as a soule for hell . By him that died for me , my paines shall swet , These poets to open , but I will pay this debt , I le vex them with my sword and being pangd : With earthly torments send them to be damn'd . Tur.

Wilt Christian .

Antho. If I liue I will , As sure as day doth progres toward night , In death of Pagans all Christs sonnes delight , And I am one of them . Tur.

A larum then .

Anth.

To fight with deuills loth'd of vertuous men ,

Alarum , retreat , then enter Sir Anthonie with his Brother Robert hauing taken the Bassa prisoner . Antho. Our Patron the great Sophy hath the worst , Yet I haue taine this Bassa from the Turkes : Stir not thou son of Ismaell or thou diest , Young Robin and my brother tho as yet Th' art but a nouice in this schoole of death , And scarsly red in martiall discipline : As thou hast a great spirit or wouldst shewe , That thou art sprung from aged Sherlies loynes , Approue it now , keepe this prisoner for me , Loose rather life then leaue-him , if he scape : T is not by cowardise but my mishap . Rob. And if I do not , From all our Ancestors most worthy rowle , Be my name blotted , and from heauen my soule , Ant. I thanke thee by my troth i le to the battaile , To saue the Sophy prest with multitudes , And rescue him or die , sure without doubt : Our liues are lighted tapers that must out . Exit . Rob. Come Turke I am made your Iailor & in these chaines , To which thou art bond-man who dares fetch thee out : I could haue wisht my selfe in thick of danger , When men drop downe for graues like raine from heauen But that my brother councelled otherwise , Who is my schoole-maister in these desseignes : He swettes for honor like a Christian Against Christes foes , leauing mee heere To keepe thee prisoner purchase of his sword , And come thy Father that s the deuill Turke : To be thy rescue , tho he fight in fire , Rather then loose thee , by the King of starres , I le part with life , make this a pile of scarres . Enter Haly. Hal. Resigne thy prisoner youthfull Englishman , His life , thy victory is due to vs : By the custom of our nation . Rob.

Is it so my Lord .

Hal. It is , let it suffice thee that I say it is , T is grace enough that thou hast made him Captiue His head shal be the honour of our sword : And thus I cease on it . Rob.

You may my Lord .

Hal. Thou shalt haue souldiers pay , good words for deeds , Not haue the honor to present his head : That Trophes due to Cusshan Halybeck , Rob.

Then Cusshan Halibeck must haue this prisoner :

Haly.

I must , I will , who dare deny him me .

Rob.

Not I , a Sherly dare not to deny a Persian .

Haly.

Bassa .

Bass.

What sayst thou Halibeck .

Hal.

Seest thou this blade .

Bass. I do , but feare it not . Custom of tirany betwixt our nations , Hath made mee not so much amas'd of thee . As by a stranger which did conquer mee . Hal. This steele shal glase it self within thy bloud , And blunt his keene edge with thy Turkish bones : This point shall tilt it selfe within thy scull , And beare it , as birds fly twixt vs and heauen ; And as thy bloud , shall streame along this blade : I le laugh , and say , for this our foes were made . Rob.

Will the great Halie be so tyrranous ?

Hali.

What bootes it thee to aske , or fit to know ?

Rob.

He was my prisoner , I had charge of him .

Hali. But now my prisoner , who ere conquered him , Whose life shall pay his ransome , and his graue Shall be i' the brest of Fowles as fits a slaue . Rob.

'T were good I see 't not then .

Haly.

Ha .

Rob.

So .

Hali.

How .

Rob. Thus , 't were good I see 't not then : These hands were made his keeper by my brother , Whose sword subdude him , gaue him prisoner To mee . Hali.

To thee .

Rob.

To mee , Persian to mee .

Hali. Thus Eagles wings shake off a buzzing Flie . Pray Turke , let thy heart sigth , & thine eyes weepe , That thus they goe to their eternall sleepe . Rob. Thou art better goe downe quick vnto thy graue Then touch him , better abuse thy Parents , Be thine owne murtherer , let thine owne bloud out , And seale therewith thine owne damnation : Better do all may tumble thee to hell , Then wrong him . Hali.

How Christian ?

Rob. Thus Pagan , hee 's my prisoner . And here s the Key that locks him in these chaines , Rescue , release , or hurt him if thou darest . Hali.

Dare .

Rob. Dare , State out thine eye-balls I out dare thee to 't , Or let thy hand wrong but a haire on 's head , This hand meates out thy graue where thou doest tread . Hali

Your will shal be our maister , wee le obey you Sir .

Rob.

Your swords not tilted then within his scull ,

Hali.

Our nations custome shal be awd by you .

Rob.

Nor borne as birds do flie twixt vs and heauen .

Hali.

We will become your slaues , and kneele to you .

Rob.

Hee 's not your prisoner then , who euer conquerd him .

Hali. Wee le be your dogs , and fawne , and curse our fate , When vpstarts nobles braue , wretched 's the state . Rob. But 't is more woe in realmes , when mens desarts , Are spurnd or stolne then worne in cowards hearts . Hali. Yet English Christian , this be sure I le keepe , The Sunn's heates waking , when 't is thought a sleepe . A flourish : Enter the Sophie , Sir Anthonie , and Calimath . Soph. Thy valour hath commanded vs the day , Braue Englishman we thanke thee , & by a peace concluded , Bassa , we ransomlesse returne thee to thy maister : His valour that subdued thee wee le reward With fauour , and with bounty : and now to counsell , Where wee le determine of your motion , Made of a league twixt vs and Christendome . Hali.

A league with Christendome .

Cali.

He hath aduisd him too 't , ha patience brother ,

Soph. I' the eye of heauen we sweare without offence , Wee le heare what instances you can produce , How such a league may be aduantage to vs , Sit , sit , to heare , and speake as free , Without controule 't is we giue libertie . Concerning then our peace with Christian Princes . Anth. To ioyne with them , great Emperor you shall be , A Captaine for the highest , and in your warre , Haue . Angels hands to guard and fight for you , Religious men shall weare their bended knees , Euen to the bone , in ceaslesse prayers for you : To whose continuall kneelings , teares and sighthes , Heauens eares be neuer shut , but do receiue Their soules deuotion , makes the clouds to cleere , And thus dispatcheth each peticioner . Who fights for vs , I le be their comforter , White headed age , then with their hearts like youth . Goe boldly to the field : Infants at suck , Crie as they thought it long ere they were men , Then Christian Princes ioyne their hands with yours , And sweep their seuerall nations to a heape , With one desire to number out their men , Knowing who fight for heauen each souldier 's ten , And euery hand is free in shedding bloud , Since t is to wash the euill from the good Sop.

What profit may this warre accrue to vs .

Sir Ant.

Honour to your name , blisse to your soule .

Hall . Dishonour vnto both my soueraigne , Shall you whose empire for these thousand yeares , Haue giuen their adoration to the sunne , The siluer moone , & those her cowntlesse eyes , That like so many seruants wait on her , Forsake those lights perpetually abide , And kneele to one , that liu'd a man and died . Cal. Or shall our sacred Soueraigne forget , You meanes , by which his Ancestors did rise , And had the name of Persian Emperors . Hal. What can this English Christian say that they receiue , Of gift , of comfort , riches , or of life , Vnto the deity that hee adores , That we enioy not from that glorious Lampe , Sir Ant. Enough to make a Pagan , if a man Of vnderstanding-soule turne Christian . Hall .

Our God giues vs this light by which we see ,

Sir Ant. And our God made that light by which you see , Then who can this deny If not a Turke , The maker still is better then his worke , Soph. What fruit , what food , what good to men doth flow , But by our Gods created and doth growe , Sir Ant. I grant the Sunne a vegetatiue soule , Giues to all fruites of the earth , hearbes , plants and trees , And yet but as a seruant swayd by him Made men like Angels and controuleth sin . Hall . Our King of day , and our fayre Queene of nights , Walke ouer vs with their perpetuall lights , To see wee should not want and to defend vs , Her raine with deawes doth all our fruites adorne , Which in his rise are offered to his throne , He warmes , she waters , and to them as due , Our knees we giue all other Gods eschew . Sir Ant. Then all your liues are but to meete a death , That keepes you dying , and yet neuer dead , And he that speakes in thunder , and whose brow , Is now contract to here his name denyed , Hath vengeance in his hand to strike you downe , Yet with a smile , he doth wipe of his frowne , And spares in hope , yet he stores vp his doome , That plagues heapt vp , fall waightiest when they come . You then that scourge my Sauiour with your wordes , My sword hath no assistance for ; nor this arme A growing strength to beare in your defence . Great Emperor , for your fauors here 's a friend Should do you manly seruice in your warres , Did not so iust a cause compell mee hence , Now back I goe vpholden with this good , In my Gods cause , I ha' shed some pagans bloud , Sop. Stay worthy Englishman and worthy Christian , We cannot loose a mowld of so much worth , What is the end thy sute would haue of vs . Sir . Ant. That you by Ambassy make league with Christendom And all the neighbor Princes bordering here , And craue their general ayd against the Turke , Whose grants no doubt of : so shall your Grace Enlarge your Empire lyuing , and being gon , Be call'd the Champion for the holiest one , These armes shall do you credit ; and if I Miscarry , then t is happy so to die , Sop. Thy counsell we accept , and do applaud it , Aduise vs then ye friends of Persia , Who 's fittest in our power to vndertake , A businesse of so great import as this , Calli. Who better then the Councellor my Lord , Being both a Christian and a Souldier , Whom if men enuied could not but commend , And him will now preferre as you aduise , And grace him forth such an Ambassador as neuer went from ( Persian Emperor . Hal. Yet were it requisite my noble Lord Some man of worth were ioyn'd along with him , 'T would giue more countenance to his disseignes . Calli.

Good , that s the way to choak him .

Halli. So shall your businesse soonest take effect , The cause be heard , he had in chiefe respect . Sop. Thy counsaile wee accept and order thee , As the first friend to beare him companie , Late Sherley Knight , now Lord Ambassador Chife in commission with Duke Halibeck , To make a League twixt vs and Christendome , For furtherance of sharpe warre against the Turke , I le send thee forth as rich as euer went , The proudest Troian to a Grecians tent . Call thy best eloquence into thy tongue , That may preuaile with Princes ; if thou speed , The Christians bee the honour , while Turkes bleed . Sir Ant.

My vtterance is to short for fitting thanks .

Sop, And to approue wee 'll not forget thee absent , Call nere the brother of the Ambassador . Enter Robert Thy place of Generall giuen thee in our warres , From thee wee thus take of , and here bestow . Hal.

Hart how these honours makes me hate these Christians

Cally.

Poyson findes time time to burst , & so shal ours

Sop. Though yong . I haue scene thee valiant , still deserue , And still be honoured : then this charge forget not , That in thy battells thou preserue no foe Vnto our Nation , or for loue or wealth , So proue victorious , while within our eye , Thy selfe art gratious , stayres to seat thee high . Rob. If to spend bloud may make me honourable , I will be thrifty yet a prodigall . Hali. Enough Your plots shall be to try his steps at Your plots shall me alone to sincke his hopes abroad , So let vs part , at parting onely this Vnto my dearest Mistrisse giue this iewell , Say that to leaue her heere I go from hence , Like one that s banisht , and for no offence . Cal.

I le finde fit time to tell your griefs to her ,

Sir Ant. That in my businesse I will faithfull bee , I leaue my brother as a pledge for mee . Sop. You straight shall be dispatcht to leauy forces , You as befits be furnisht on your way , But first in full cups , wee le euery other greet , That at next meeting we may prosperous meete . Exeunt .
Enter the Sophies Neece and her maide . Neec.

Dalibra ?

Dal.

Madam

Neece .

Giue me thy bosom ? what dost thou thinke of the two English brothers ?

Dal.

I thinke Madam , if they be as pleasant in tast , as they are fayre to the eye , they are a dish worth eating .

Neec.

A Caniball Dalibra , wouldst eate men ,

Dalib.

Why not Madam ; fine men cannot choose but bee fine meate .

Neec.

I , but they are a filling meat .

Dalib.

Why so are most of your sweet meats , but if a woman haue a true appetite to them they 'le venter that .

Neec.

I de not be free of that companie of Venturers .

Dalib.

What tho their voyages bee somewhat dangerous ? they are but short , thei 'le finish one of their voyages in forty weekes , and with in a month after , hoist saile , and too 't againe for another .

Neece .

You sayle cleane from the Compasse Dalibra : I onely questiond you about the Christians habites and behauiors .

Dal

That s like their conditions very ciuill and comely ,

Neece .

I but they are strangers Dalibra .

Dal.

Strangers ? I see no strangnesse in them , they speake as well or rather better then our owne Countrymen , and I make no question can do aswel if it came once to execution .

Neece .

There valour showen in the late ouerthrowe of the Turkes , seales that for currant .

Dal.

And yet there are some about the Sophy your vnckle that looke with a sullen brow vpon them .

Neece .

I hold them the more worthy for that : For enuie & mallice are alwaies stabbing at the bosome of worth : when folly and cowardise walke vp and downe in reguardles security , and heere comes one of them .

Enter Calymath . Cal.

Health to your Ladyship .

Neec.

In wine ? or beere my Lord :

Cal.

In a full bosome of loue madame .

Neec.

I pledge no loue healthes my Lord : but from whence i st ? If I like the party my maide shall take it forme .

Cal. From my great brother warlike Halibeck , That makes your loue the marke of all his hopes . Neece .

I m'e sory for him has mist his marke then : but how did the two English brothers beare themselues in the battell .

Cal. Marcht with the rest of meaner action , Like starres amongst a regiment of plannets : Shin'd with the rest tho much belowe the rest . Neec. That s very strange , it came to vs by letters , The English brothers tooke more prisoners : Then any fowre Commanders in the campe Cal. Indeede they tooke some stragling runnagates , Poore heartlesse snakes that scarce had strength to crawle : But had you seene the valiant Prince my brother — Nece .

Do any thing worth note I should commend him for t , nor is the elder of the English Sherlies imployd in Ambassage to Christendome .

Cal. Onely for guide vnto my warlike brother , But neither priuie to the businesse : Nor party ioyn'd in his commission . Neec.

Then fame s a lier ,

Caly.

Madame my brother doth commend himselfe .

Nece .

He could do little and he cold not commend himself but who comes here .

Enter Robert Sherley . Dalib.

The younger brother of the Sherleys madam :

Nece Now by my hopes a goodly personage , Compos'd of such a rich perfection : As valour seemes his seruant — ought with vs . Rob. As seruants to there Lords , subiects to Kings , Loue mixt with duety worthelesse Sherley brings : To your high excellence . Neec.

From whence and whome .

Rob. Worthy imployment hauing cald my brother , Your worthlesse seruant to the Christian states : Me has he made his trembling messenger , To bring his deare commends vnto your grace . Nece Which with no comon fauour we receiue , kisse her hand . Our hand for his tri'd seruice and your owne : Our loue in faire requit all shal be showne . Caly.

Death to a Christian .

Nece .

Neerer yet more neerer .

Sher.

I cannot .

Nece .

Why .

Sher. Your beauty shines to cleere , Let cloud borne Eagles towre about your seate : Suffice it me I prosper by the heate . Nece . The glorious Sunne of Persia shall enfuse , His strength of heate into thy generous veines And make thee like himselfe : in the meane time Looke high ; finde feete , wee le set thee steps to clime . Rob. I am high enough , the Sherlies humble ayme , Is not high Maiesty , but honour'd Fame . Nece . And that you both haue won , and with the losse Of your best blouds do your high deeds ingrosse In times large volume : where to Englands Fame , Ranckt with best Warriers stands braue Sherleys name : Me thinkes your Country should growe great with pride , To see such branches spring out of her sides , Your aged Father should grow young againe : To heare his sonnes liue in the friendly pen , Of kinde Antiquity : all Persia sings The English Brothers are Coe-mates for Kinges . Rob. You ouerprize vs madame and report , Striuing to right vs doth our worthes much wronge : Las : we are men but meanely quallefi'd , To the rich worthies of our English soile : And should they heare what prodigall report Giues out of vs , they would condemne vs for 't , And though these parts would sweare vs Innocent , Our Countrymen would count vs insolent : For t is the nature of our English coast , What ere we do for honour not to boast . Nece .

You do your Country credit .

Rob. Honor'd princes . The mighty Sophey your renowned vnckle , Expects my seruice . Exit . Neec. Fare thee well good Sherlei , Were thy religion — wherfore staies your honor . Caly.

My brother .

Neece . Is imploy'd , pray begon , Our thoughts are priuate and would talke alone . Cali. Slighted t is well , what I intend i le keepe , Reuenge may slumber but shall neuer sleepe . Exit . Neec. But he is a Christian and his state to meane , To keepe euen wing with vs , then die the thoughts : Of idle hope , be thy self compleat , Great in descent , be in thy thoughts as great . Dal.

What dreaming madame ?

Neec.

Yes and my dreame was of the wandering knight Eneas .

Dal.

O the true Troian .

Neec.

Yet hee playd false play with the kinde hearted Queene of Carthage .

Dal.

And what did you dreame of them .

Neece .

A very proffitable dreame , which tells me that as strangers are amorous , so in the end they prowe dangerous , and like the industrious Bee , hauing suckt the Iuyce of forraine gardens they make wing to there owne homes , and there make merry with the fraught of there aduentures .

Dal.

Trobled with the feare of suspition madame .

Enter Calimath . Neece .

T is a disease very incident to our sex : but who comes heere , my old maladie .

Cal. Madam the Sophey your renowned vnckle , Expects your company . Neece .

It may be so .

Caly.

Presently madam .

Neece .

And that may be to .

Caly.

What to my message .

Neece .

Why you may be gonne .

Caly.

This is no answere .

Neece .

Why then looke for none .

Cali.

I hope for better .

Neece . This is all you get , I cannot come , excuse me by your wit . Cali.

Cannot , nor will not .

Enter Robert Sherley . Rob. Honorable princes , The mighty Sophey craues your company . Neece . Instantly Sherley : my huge honor'd Lord , If your all lauded brother Halybeck Would ought of loue with vs giue it our maide , Shee knowes our minde and you may sooner hast : When Emperours call we cannot flie to fast . Exeunt . Cali.

Then madan .

Dal.

Nay good my Lord if you would ought with me deliuert to my boy , I must obserue my Ladie .

Exit . Boy .

If you would any thing with mee tell it to the poast I must go play againe at shittle-cocke .

Exit . Cal. Life , a disgrace , deluded to my teeth , Liues my great brother in so meane respect : By Mortus Aly , and our Persian Gods , The Sophy shall haue note on 't , if he pawse , To take reuenge , no more , i le put the cause , To steeles Arbitrament : Reuenge and Death , Like slander attend the sword of Calymath . Enter Chorus . Time that vpon his wrestlesse wings Conueies , Howers , daies and yeares , we must intreat you think By this hath borne our worthy Trauailor , Toward Christendom as far as Russia In his affayres , with him 's gon Halibeck , Who seemes with friendly steps to tread with him , But in his heart lurkes enuy like a Snake , Who hurts them sleeping whom he feares awake . Our Storie then so large we cannot giue , All things in acts , we should intreat them liue ; By apprehension in your iudging eyes , Onely for tast , before their Ambassy Had time of hearing with the Emperor , Great Haly trayterously suggests against him Of his low birth , base manners , and defects , Which being fastned in their credulous eares , How he was welcome by this show appeares . Enter in state the Emperor of Russia , with three or foure Lordes to him , Sir Anthonie and Haly. S. Anthony offering to kisse his hand is disgrac'd and Haly. accepted , the Emperor disposing theyr affayres to the Counsell , Exeunt . Onely Sir Anthony at the going out of the rest speakes . Sir Ant. Stay , and resolue you Councellors of State , What cause neglects or what offence of ours Makes this disgrace weare such a publike habit . Haly. Sherley thy selfe , that art a Fugitiue , A Christian spy , a Pirate and a Theefe . Antho. O Halibeck , Whom my great Mai . made Coe-mate with mee . Hal. As candles lighted to burne out themselues , He gaue thee grace as parent to disgrace : His wisdome there held thee vnfit for life , Yet sent thee hither neere thy Christian floore , That falling there thy shame might bee the more . Antho. O treason when thou bearst the highest wing , Thy tongue seemes oyly with a venomous sting : I stand not Lords to purge his euidence , Nor to accuse his slander , these blushelesse papers Which his Imperyall Maister made to me , Or quit me or condemne mee , If I looke red , T is my hearts die with anger not with dread . Lor. Your letters wee le aduise on , in the meane time , We take you to our charge as prisoner : If faire we finde your cause and without rust , Such shall your sentence be vpright and iust . Anth. How ere , come death t is innocence delight , Tho the world spot her , yet her face is white . Exit . Lord . Thus by your information haue we done , Our Iustice on that stranger gentleman : Your Princely selfe we doe intreate to feast , Till leasure can conclude your businesse . Hali. Which in our maisters name we thanke you for , Now droopes the Christians honour nere to rise : And in his fall enuy hath washt her eies . Exit . Enter Chorus . Cho. Sir Anthony Sherley was thus imprisoned . And Cusshan Halybeck in royall sort Had intertainement with the Russian , During which time his counsell with aduice : Had red his letter by the Persian sent , Suspected by the commendation giuen Of his approued worth in warre and peace , And his authority asseign'd to them : That all sugestions from the others tongu , Were enuies boults , that spares not whom to wrong , Yet to make strong their censure they straight sent , For the English agent , and for English marchants , Where after question of his life and birth , They found him sprung from honourable stock , And that his countrie hopes in time to come , To see him great , though enuied of some . They so resolued their Maister , how he left the Court , To please your eyes wee in this shew report . A shew . Thus grac'd by the Muscouian Emperor , Enuy grew still more ranke in Haly's heart , Yet both dispatcht on their disseignes in hand . Time now makes short their way , and they at Rome ; In state are brought before his holinesse : Where what succeeded for the former grudge , Giue you vs leaue to shew , take leaue to iudge . A shew . Enter the Pope and his Cardinals , Pope . With greatest pompe , magnificence and state , To the adoration of all dazeled eyes , We do intend , the Ambassadors once come , Shall haue a hearing , feasting , and their welcome . Discend O brother-hood of Cardinals , And all the holy orders that attend vs . And let your diligence approoue your care , To bring them to our presence in Peters chaire . All .

Your Holinesse shall haue your will obayd .

Pope . If to the aduancement of Gods Church and Saints , The tennor of their Ambassage appeares , They shall haue all our furtherance , prayers and teares . S. Anth. Peace to the Father of our Mother Church , The stayre of mens saluations , and the Key : That bindes or looseth our transgressions . Pope .

The vertue of your Embassy , go on .

Sir Anth. These papers be the precepts taught my tongue , The force of whose inscription runneth thus : That Christian Princes would lend leuell strength , To curbe the insulting pride of Paganisme , And you the mouth of heauen , aduertise them , To ioyne their bodies , to an able arme , That as aboue 's sterne vengeance for heauens foes , So men ( heauens friends ) should seeke their ouerthrows . Pope . Ascend my sonne , the furtherance of this right , Commands our conscience , is our soules delight , Sir Anth. Downe for thy pride , and for the wrong thou didst me . This place admits not thy vnhallowed feete , And heart being treasons , fondlie climbe vnto it . Haly. Euen step by step , whereas this busines tends , My place admits me , and my feete ascends . Sir . Anth. But Phaeton for climing had a fall , And so shalt thou , damnation prooue withall . Pope . Refraine therefore , and what ere you are , If you were Kings , as but Kings ministers , Thinking by priuiledge of your affaires , Your outrage hath a freedome , you are deceiued , For as vncheckt , the winds command the seas , The best shall shake our mightinesse displeasd . Sir Anth. Pardon dread Father , that my heate of blood , Tooke from me the remembrance of the place , Wherein all knees should stoope , no hand offend , And this repentance for remission plead , Rashnesse doth make the obedient be deceiued , Nor wast so much my wrongs in Russia , Wherein his slander made me prisoner , Remember me to take reuenge on him , As that his Pagan feete should dare to clime , Where none but Christians knees should , and then mine . Much lesse admit him haue the vpper way , From men whose soules feare them whom we obay . Pope . Christian thy name , that in this register , To honor thee we may remember it . Sir Anth. Sherlye a Christian and a Gentleman , A Pilgrim Souldier , and an Englishman . Pope . For all these stiles wee loue and honor thee , And in thy affaires will so effectually Deale for thee in our name to Christian Princes , They shall so honor thee , that thou shalt back , With powers so strong , whose sight makes Turky shake . Anth.

Heauen shall gaine soules thereby , religion glory .

Pope . First to Saint Angelo thus hand in hand , Then counsell , to make Christian Turkish land . Exeunt . Chorus . Cho. Our Traueller here 's feasted , banquets done , And he with letters is dispatcht from Rome , Vnto the States of Venice , suppose him there , Where we will leaue him , and intreate your thoughts , To thinke their eyes transported , and they see , Sir Thomas Sherleys following miserie , From England by desire to see his brother , With some few ships well mand , and well prouided , Suppose him now at sea , where with crosse windes , Vnequall to his merits and his hopes He long remaind : at last in Italy . In the great Duke of Florence Court he is arriu'd , Feasted and honoured ; from thence being furnisht , With all things fitting for a prosperous voyage , He is come vnto the Straights of Gibralter , Then to Legorne , then to the Duke of Tuscan , Where diuers Merchants did corrupt his men , Against his course , and made them mutinous , Which to appease , they put to Sea againe , And being in sight of the Isle of Sisily , Two of his ships forsooke him , and he with one , Is come to Ieo in the Turkes dominion : This latter warning me from speech doth breake , a Chamber shot of . Suppose him landed heere himselfe to speake . Exit .
Enter Sir Thomas Sherley , with sailers and followers . Tho. Welcome a shore , a shore , welcome a shore , Forget the past aduentures , thinke that the Seas , Play'd with vs but as great men doe a land . Hurld vs now vp then downe , had roome to tosse , And fed their pleasures though to others losse , Beleeue that all misfortunes are like thirst , That makes your drinke taste sweeter when it comes , For me , as you are , so am I , a little pile Of earth slim'd earth , and haue no greater stile Then you haue , but a man And if your bloud haue the same heate as mine , Wee le neuer back vnto our mother countrie , but our streame Shall loose his vitall way , or be a theame , Vnto our sanguine brothers , how to raise , Poeans of Triumphes in our vertues praise , Or els , euen here this be our fatall lot , Wee le dye vnknowne , so buried and forgot . Cap. While we haue life , euen gainst this rockie towne , Wee le finde vs graues in stones , or beate it downe . Say . You are our Generall , and with you wee le stand , Who feare not sea-stormes , shrinke not being a land . Tho. I thanke you all , be but your actions thus , Men shall not fright vs , nor this lofty towne , Built vpon stony hills to out-face the cloudes , Be able to amaze vs , but the men That keepe those walls , shall perish though not then : Then Maister Gunner insteed of other parlee , Go let a peece of Ordenance summon them . Say .

I goe .

Exit . Tho. The rest make good this ground , while that my selfe At their walls side will question them to yeeld : Mercy wee le offer , which if they denie , A Chamber shot of . In the same houre they do resist , they die . This tongue proclaimes , to them we are hether come , With Souldiars hands that bring destruction To them and their fenc'd towne , if they hold out , Our selfe will take their answer , if t be prowd , The spoile is yours , the earths for them a shrowd . Arme then as I do . Cap.

T is for hope of welth .

Sayl.

And Pagans glories to inrich vs with .

Antho. At my returne wee le fight to purchase gould , Or tak 't with ease which hope makes cowards bould . Cap. But whose too venterous , generalls should know , In steed of gold may meete his ouerthrow : For tell mee saylors and my fellow mates , What gaine may be expected from this towne : That we should venter for , nay what from him , We terme our generall of worth or rule : More then we him enabled in our selues ? Sayl.

Why speakes the Captaine thus .

Cap. That mischiefes should be shund ere they begun , And we our selues voide danger ere vndun : For but bethinke your selues in all our voyage , What prosperous howre , hath giuen incouragement To make our hopes looke cheerefull ? what haue wee had But sicknesse , sea-stormes and contrarious windes ? And what can we expect here being landed , Should but the hardy enemy come and descend But wretched slauery and at last our end ? Sayl. But how can we preuent it being here ? And to performe this voyage bound with him . Cap. Why leaue him here and take our selues to sea , And euery man be Captaine of himselfe : Where what pillage we can make our prey , T will be our owne and we to none obay . Seru. Degenerous man : So big of boane and yet so base of minde , To counsell against him so good then : What tho our fortune with vngentle hand , Hath crost his enterprise and actions : Canst then to him whose bounty gaue thee meanes , Preferment , grace , beyond thy merits worth , Poyson thy selfe and make thy tongue a sting , Against his life that giues thy fortunes wing : Cap. What s don is past times were fortunes to come , And to repay somtimes to speake is dum : Then speake my hearts if that my motion please , Hoyst sailes my maisters and againe to seas : Sayl.

A Captaine a Captaine .

Gunner . Say whether fly you feeble mates in streames , When I am come to haue you bring reliefe : Vnto our general that s opprest by th' Turkes . All .

To sea , to sea .

Goue. To sea for what ? And leaue our generall in distresse a land : The Turkes that at my sommons gaue their othes , To hold an howers parlie breake there word : Come valiently vpon him : souldier like He hath resisted till his fastned hilte Was bladlesse in his hand : nothing now restes , But present rescue or a present death . Seru. Death vnto him that seekes it , we wil fly For certaine sauegard ; wise security Seekes shelter ere the storme can trouble . To sea my mates then Inne you must with vs . Deny all serues not , nor resistance neither , They are best in healthe can set them to the weather : And so to sea . All .

To sea , to sea .

Seru. Base villaines Fates , Vnpartiall fates to spin their liues this length , Who leaue their Maister and should be his strength . Enter Sir Thomas Sherley . Sir Tho. Friends , souldiers , saylors , A rescue or I am taken prisoner . Seru.

Booteles you call Sir their vnconstant faith is fled from you .

Sir Tho.

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a noise within . Seru. Harke they way anchor get your ships to sea , And leaue you to mens tirany a land : They in one knot are knit and onely I , Stay here , as you , now ere to liue or die : Sir Tho. I thanke thee , lesse I cannot giue thee , Fate doe thy worst my courage takes no flight : But heere keepes court though my crosse destines fight . Enter foure Turkes . 1. Tur.

Follow , follow , follow .

2. Tur.

A Christian , a Christian .

Tho.

Though weaponlesse I am left with these i le fight ,

Seru

In what I may i le shew my best of might .

Heere they fight , Sir Thomas beeing weaponlesse defends himselfe with stones , at last being opprest with multitudes his seruant flies and he is taken . Tur. So beare him prisoner to Constantinople , To be examined of the Emperor . Tho. Euen where you will if to my ouerthrow , My minde is high , lie my head nere so lowe . Enter seruant againe . Serua. I will not leaue you Maister since I haue scapt From their surprisall , but with my best indeauor , Will striue to see what shall become of you . If worse then I could wish i le sorrow for 't : If in my meanes to helpe , i le comfort it . Exit . Alarum , Enter Robert , and other Persians with victories . Rob. My thankes to heauen that ouerlookt this day , And thus hath ayded with an host deuine : The feeble remnants of vs thy herralds , That shal proclaime thy name throughout the world : And weare this badge of courage on our brests , Ioynd with a motto , calling on thy name : This shall redouble valour when it faints , This saies our bloud can be no better shed Then in that blouds behalfe that died this red , Let s now recount our victorie to day , What prisoners haue we taken ? Per.

Betweene thirty and forty of their chiefe comanders .

Rob. Betweene thirty and forty of their chiefe commanders : We are now here the Persian substitute , And cannot vse our Christian clemencie , To spare a life , off with all their heads : Speake , do yee renounce your Prophet Mahomet ? Bowe to the Deitie that we adore . Or die in the refusall . 2. or 3. Turkes .

For Mahomet we dye .

Persi. Ioyne Mortus Aly then with Mahomet , That slew your Prophets Hamer and Vsman , And on a snowie Cammell went to heauen , And yet you shall finde grace in Persia . Turks .

For Mahomet , none but Mahomet ,

Rob.

To death with them , the rest shall follow .

Enter a Christian in Turkes habit as a Prisoner . Off with his head too , wee le haue no ransome , But conuersion . Chri.

I haue somewhat to deliuer ere I dye .

Rob.

Be thou a conuertite , wee le here thee , not els .

Chri. Then I must be silent , I le choose to dye , Before the faith I do professe , deny . Rob.

Off with his head then .

Chri.

Stay , I am not as I seeme .

Rob.

Thou seem'st a Turke .

Chri.

Yet am a Christian .

Rob. The more thy crime . Gainst Christians , thou hast been a foe to day , How comes it else thou art our prisoner ? Chri. If I be blamefull found , then let me dye : First peruse this . Shewes his arme . Rob.

I am prisoner in Constantinople , vse your best releife . Thomas Sherlie .

Oh heauens ! Although the newes be bitter in it selfe , I cannot but applaude this happy knowledge , Ten thousand heads now shal not buy this head , Thou art my best friends equall for this deede : Oh that the fortune of ten doubtfull daies , Were to begin their pale encountering close : So that my brother stood in armor here , To ioyne with me , but can yee helpe my Vnderstanding with any further notice . Chrt. Not any , letters had I none , but short commendes , Whilst his hand writ downe this briefe tenor : So straight is his conuerse with Christians : For him and you this haue I vndertooke : First I was forst your most vnwilling foe , So to become your willing prisoner . Rob. I thanke yee , and I shall remember yee , How many of their commanders are yet liuing ? Persia.

Thirtie my Lord .

Rob. Still let them liue , Those thirtie liues shall buy my brothers life , And I shall thinke them happilie bestow'd , I le send an Embassie to offer it : But pray ye bee sparing in your speech , For if by anie halfe intelligence Hee bee knowne my brother , hee s sure to die . So heauen hath aided me , thrise gainst these Turkes , That they would hate the man that loueth me , And to my name they adde , Sherley the great : Though my humillitie ( I vow by heauen ) Doth not affect that ouer dignitie : But if they do refuse this proferd guift , Sherley shall wish to bee no other great , Then to be great in their great ouer throwe : If that he die within their Captiues thrall : Ten thousand Turkes shal mourne his funeral . Exeunt . Enter Turke , Bassaes Attendants . Turk. Thus like the Sunne in his Meridian pride . Attended by a regiment of starres , Stand we triumphant mongst our petty Kings . Vpon the highest proment of either globe , That heaues his forhead nearest to the cloudes Fix we our foote : and with our Egles wings Canopy ore three quarters of the world , And yet we write , Non vltra : the proud Sophey : The Persian beggar that by starts Inuades vs , Our potent Armie like so many wolues Let loose into a flock of fencelesse sheepe , Shall bait and werrie home into there folds , Whilst Fate and Conquest our high state vpholds . Bassa . Yet mighty and magnificent ; your powers , In this late conflict against Persia Haue met much losse . Turke Base and degenerate coward , Are not wee Hamath the sole god of earth King of all Kings , prouost of Parradice , Soldan and Emperour of Babilon : Of Catheria , Aegipt , Anthioche , Lord of the pretious stones of India : A Champion and defendor of the gods , Prince and conductor from the withered tree To the greene bosome of Achaia mount , The ioye and comfort of great Mahomet : And last protector of the Sepulcher , Of Iuries god and crucified King : And dares the Persian compaire with vs ? What and from whome ? Enter Messenger . Mess. The Christian generall , Sherley the great sends you this milde salute : In this his late yet bleeding ouerthrowe , Where men like grasse stept to the streete of death , 20. most choise and valerous commanders , He has giuen life to , and in faire exchange , Tenders them for the life and liberty , Of an imprisoned English Gentleman . Turk

Twenty for one what is the Christians name ?

Mes.

I know not that .

Tur.

How shall we know to free him .

Mes. His stature and proportion Is giuen me by prescription so directly As from a thousand I can point him out . Tur. Conduct him in , and bring the prisoner forth , He is sure some Prince or else a man of worth That in exchange of him the Generall Proffers so largely . Now is this the man . Enter with Sir Thomas Shirley in bands . Mes.

The same great Emperor .

Tur. Then Christian , For by no other title can we call thee , Acquaint vs with thy parentage and name : For from the Christian generall Sherley the great , We haue meanes that labour thy deliuery Sir Thom. Great Emperor , I am a man whose birth And meane attempts were neuer registred , Amongst the English worthies : if great Shirley , Hath ought proposd for my deliuery , T was in a generall zeale to Christendome , Not any priuate notice of my worth . Turk . Dissemble not ; for subtill Englishman , We rather iudge , nay absolutely know , Thou either art allyed to him by birth , Or some great Prince , which till thou dost confesse , Thy torments shall be more , thy freedome lesse . As for our Captaines , let them liue or die , The Christian shall in slauish irons lie : Begon with that and back with him to prison , Double his irons and take back halfe his diet , Strengthen our powers and brauely to the field , Our breasts with Iron , our spirits with fire are steeld . Exeunt . Iayl.

Come Sir , had not you better confesse and be hangd , then be staru'd to death , and hangd after .

Sir Tho. Sir I me arm'd with patience : tyrants hate Is bounded with in limits : they may will , But their 's a God that can preuent their ill . That power I ground on : here s my greatest crosse , A brothers loue turnes to a brothers losse . My Iourney towards heauen , fate sent me hither , You like kind guides send mee the next way thither . Iayl.

I will send you the neerest way but because you shall not be hungry . I le diet you with puddle water and bran , you will be the lighter to take your iourney .

Exeunt . Enter Sir Anthony Shirley , a Gentleman and his seruants giue him letters . Sir Ant. That into England , that to Persia , And now deare friend what tidings at S. Marke . Gent. Like to mens mindes distract and variable , You haue hard your brothers bloudy ouerthrow Giuen to the Turkes . Sir Ant. It came to me last night : What newes from England . Gent. Nothing of import . The yongst and greatest growes vp here at hand . Sir Ant.

Ought that concerneth me .

Gent. About the iewell , It fils the towne with admiration , That which great Princes for the worth denie , You but a Lord Ambassador should buye Sir Ant. T was for the Sophie and I wonder much He sends not in the cash . Gen.

The Iew expects it .

Sir . Ant.

And here he comes , God morrow honest Zariph .

Enter Zariph the Iewe . Zar. The Hebrew God and sanctified King Blesse them that east kind greeting at the Iew , Sir . Ant.

I owe thee money Zariph .

Zariph . That s the cause . Of your kind speech , a Christian spaniell clawes , And fauns for gaine , iest on , deride the Iew , You may , vext Zareph will not iest with you , Now by my soule , 't would my sprits much refresh ; To tast a banket all of Christians flesh . S. Ant.

I must intreat thee of forbearance Zariph ,

Zar. No not an houre , You had my Iewell I must haue your Gold . Gent. Let me intreat thee Zariph for my sake That haue stood friend to all thy brethren . Zar. You haue indeed , for but this other fast , You sold my brother Zacharie like a horse , His wife and children at a common out-crie , Gen.

That was the Law ,

Zar. And I desire no more , And that I shall haue , tho the Iew be poore , He shall haue lawe for money . S. Ant. Nay but Zariph I am like thee , a stranger in the Citty : Strangers to strangers should be pittifull . Zar. If we be curst we learn't of Christians , Who like to swine crash one anothers bones . S , Ant.

Is it a sinne ih them ? 't is sinne in you ,

Zar. But they are Christians Zariph is a Iew , A crucifiyng Hang-man trayn'd in sinne , One that would hang his brother for his skinne . S. Ant.

But till to morrow .

Zar. Well you shall not say , But that a Iew will beare with you a day , Yet tak 't not for a kindnesse but disgrace , To shew that Christians are then Turkes more base , Thei le not forbeare a minute , there 's my hand , Tomorrow night shall serue to cleare your band . S. Ant.

I thanke thee and inuite thee to a banket ,

Zar. No bankets , yet I thanke you with my heart , And vow to play the Iew why t is my part . Enter seruant . Ser.

Sir here s an Englishman desires accesse to you .

Sir Ant.

An Englishman what s his name ,

Ser.

He calls himselfe Kempe .

Enter Kempe . Sir , Ant.

Kemp , bid him come in , welcome honest Will , and how doth all thy fellowes in England .

Kemp.

Why like good fellowes when they haue no money , liue vpon credit .

Sir Ant.

And what good new Plays haue you .

Kemp.

Many idle toyes , but the old play that Adam and Eue acted in bare action vnder the figge tree drawes most of the Gentlemen .

Sir Ant.

Iesting Will .

Kemp.

In good earnest it doth sir .

S. Ant.

I partly credit thee , but what Playe of note haue you ?

Kemp.

Many of name , some of note , especially one , the name was called Englands Ioy , Marry hee was no Poet that wrote it , he drew more Connies in a purse-nette , then euer were taken at any draught about London .

Enter Seruant . Seru.

Sir , here s an Italian Harlaken come to offer a play to your Lord-ship .

Sir Ant. We willingly accept it , heark Kempe : Because I like thy iesture and thy mirth , Let me request thee play a part with them . Kem.

I am somewhat hard of study and like your honor , but if they will inuent any extemporall meriment , i le put out the small sacke of witte I ha' left , in venture with them .

S. Ant.

They shall not deny 't , Signior Harlaken he is content : I pray thee question him —

Whisper . Kemp.

Now Signior , how many are you in companie ?

Harl.

None but my wife and my selfe sir .

Kemp.

Your wife , why hearke you , wil your wife do tricks in publike .

Harl.

My wife can play .

Kemp.

The honest woman , I make no question , but how if we cast a whores part or a courtesan .

Harl.

Oh my wife is excellent at that , she 's practisd it euer since I married her , t is her onely practise .

Kemp.

But by your leaue , and she were my wife , I had rather keepe her out of practise a great deale .

Sir Anth. Yet since 't is the custome of the countrie , Prithe make one , conclude vpon the proiect : We neither looke for Schollership nor Arte . But harmlesse mirth , for that s thy vsuall part . Exit . Kemp.

You shall finde me no turne-coate , but the proiect come , and then to casting of the parts .

Harl.

Marry sir , first we will haue and old Pantaloune .

Kemp.

Some iealous Coxcombe .

Harl.

Right , and that part will I play .

Kemp.

The iealous Cox-combe .

Harl.

I ha plaid that part euer since .

Kemp.

Your wife plaid the Curtizan .

Harl.

True , and a great while afore , then I must haue a peasant to my man , and he must keepe my wife ,

Kemp.

Your man , and a peasant , keepe your wife , I haue knowne a Gentleman keepe a peasants wife : but 't is not vsuall for a peasant to keepe his maisters wife .

Harl.

Oh 't is common in our countrey .

Offer to kisse his wife . Kē.

And i le maintaine the custome of the country .

Harl.

What do you meane sir ?

Kemp.

Why to rehearse my part on your wiues lips : we are fellowes , and amongst friends and fellowes you knowe all things are common .

Harl.

But shee shall bee no common thing , if I can keepe her seuerall : then sir wee must haue an Amorado that must make me Cornuto .

Kemp.

Oh for loue sake let me play that part .

Harl

No yee must play my mans part , and keepe my wife .

Kemp.

Right , and who so fit to make a man a Cuckold , as hee that keepes his wife .

Harl.

You shall not play that part .

Kemp.

What say you to my boy ?

Harl.

I , he may play it and you will .

Kemp.

But he cannot make you iealous enough ?

Harl.

Tush I warrant you , I can be iealous for nothing .

Kemp.

You should not be a true Italian else .

Harl.

Then we must haue a Magnifico that must take vp the matter betwixt me and my wife .

Kemp.

Any thing of yours , but I le take vp nothing of your wiues .

Harl.

I wish not you should , but come , now am I your Maister .

Kemp.

Right , and I your seruant .

Harl.

Lead the way then .

Kemp.

No , I ha more manners then so : in our countrie 't is the custome of the Maister to go In-before his wife , and the man to follow the maister .

Harl.

In —

Kemp.

To his Mistresse .

Harl.

Yee are in the right —

Kemp.

Way to Cuck-holds-hauen , Saint Luke bee your speede .

Exeunt .
Enter Zariph a Iewe . Iew . A hundreth thousand Duckats , sweete remembrance , I le read it againe , a hundreth thousand Duckats , Sweeter still : who owes it ? a Christian , Canaans brood : honnie to my ioyfull soule , If this summe faile ( my bond vnsatisfied ) Hee 's in the Iewes mercy , mercy , ha , ha : The Lice of Aegipt shall deuoure them all , Ere I shew mercy to a Christian : Vnhallowed brats , seed of the bond-woman , Swine deuourers , vncircumcised slaues , That scorne our Hebrew sanctimonious writte , Despise our lawes , prophane our sinagogues , Old Moises ceremonies , to whom was left , The marble Decalogue , twise registred , By high Iehouahs selfe , lawlesse wretches , One I shall gripe , breake he but his minute , Heauen grant he may want money to defray , Oh how I le then imbrace my happinesse , Sweet gold , sweete Iewell , but the sweetest part Of a Iewes feast , is a Christians heart : Whos 's there , a friend , a friend , good newes , good newes . Enter Hallibeck . Haly. Zariph the best , the Christian is thine owne , I le sell him to thee at an easie rate , It shall but cost thy paines , ioynd with a heart , Relentlesse as a Flint , that with more strokes , Reuerberates his anger with more fire : I know i't s thine , I me sure 't is my desire . Iew . It is , it is , sweeten my longing hopes , For charitie giue me the happy meanes . Hali.

He should discharge thy bond to night ?

Iew .

He should , but I hope he cannot .

Hali. He cannot , The money he expected from the Sophy , My selfe haue intercepted by the way , T is ( to him vnknowne ) giuen to my hands , And ere this shall ayde him . Iew . Hee shall dye with Core , As poore and loathsome as was leprous Iob ; Sinke downe with Dathan to hells black abisse , A Christians torture , is a Iewes blisse , For further execution , say , say . Hali. Sit at his banquet with a smiling cheeke , Let him runne out his prodigall expence : To the full length , the beggar has a hand As free to spread his coine , as the swolne clouds , Throw downe their watrie pillage , which from the sea , The mistie Pirats fetch : then ceaze on him : Deferre not , this night , vengeance in heigth of mirth , Galles deepest , like a fall from heauen to earth . Iew . Oh that thou wert one of the promis'd seed , To sleepe with blessed Abraham , when thou diest For this good newes : here shal be Canniballs , That shall be ready to teare him peece-meale , And deuoure him raw , throw him in the wombe Of vnpittied miserie , the prison , There let him starue , and rotte , his dungeon crie , To Zariphs cares shall be sweete harmonie . Haly. It is enough , determine , follow it , My selfe will presently back to Persia , And by the way I will inuent such tales , As shall remooue the Sophies further loue . Ere any stranger shall with me walke euen , I le hate him , were his vertues writ in heauen , Musique . The Musique sayes the banquet is at hand . Enter Sir Anthony , some Venetians , others with a banquet . Sir Anth. Let vs abridge the office of our breath , To giue to each of you a seuerall welcome , I doe beseech yee take it all at once , Yee ' are all welcome , now I pray yee sit , Iew .

Wee le not striue for first .

Haly.

'T is more vsd then fit .

Iew . Oh this sweete Musique is heauens rethorique , The Arte was first reueald to Tuball Cain , Good Hebrew , 't is now forgot , 't is growne stale , New-fangled ages makes olde vertues faile . Sir Anth. So much the Hebrew writ doth testifie , Yet are there different to that opinion : The Grecians doe allow Pithagoras , The Thracians giue it to their Orpheus , As first inuentors of the harmonie . Iew .

All errors , Tuball , Tuball , Hebrew Tuball .

S. Anth. But howsoeuer , wee le hold no dispute , Our attention is tyed to some other sports . Enter Prologue . Pro. Our act is short , your liking is our gaynes , So we offend not , we are pay'd our paines . Iew .

No more of this , wee le haue a Iewes Iigge , to your businesse delay not .

Enter Seriants and take hold on Sir Anthony . Sir Ant.

What meanes this violence ?

Iew .

Wee le not stand vpon Intergatories , away with him .

S. Ant.

Iew .

Iew .

Christian , away with him .

Sir . Ant.

Heare me .

Iew .

In prison , I le listen to laugh at thee .

S. Ant.

Be mercifull .

Iew .

Mercifull , ha , ha ,

S. Ant. No not to mee , I scorne to aske it of thee , But to thine owne black soule be mercifull Inhumane Dogge ; that in midst of curtesie Dost yoke me in a Serpents arme : true seed Of that kisse killing Iudas , can thy blacke soule Haue hope of pitty being pittilesse ? Iew .

Pray for thy selfe , I am saued already .

S. Ant.

Halibeck , , does not your eye discouer a treacherous heart in this ?

Hal.

Ha ha .

S : Ant.

Dost laugh at mee ?

Cittis.

Sir , be comforted , Uenice shal not see your fortunes long opprest for a greater matter then this .

S. Ant. I am not mou'd sir , It hath not emptied the least pipe of bloud , That are within my Cheekes , onely this is all That wrappes my senses in astonishment , In all my trauailes I nere saw hell till now , T is here true portraid , set in open view ; In an enuious knaue and a bloudy Iew . Exeunt with him . Iew .

There rot and starue , starue and rot , Oh my delight , I shall dreame of this happinesse to night .

Exit . Halli. To Persia now , while Sherley here sinks lowe , There Hallebeck aboue his height shall grow . Exit . Enter Sophy , Calimath , attendants . Soph. No more ; by Mortus Ali we are mou'd : Dares that proud Shirly whom our powerfull heate , Drew from the Earth , refind and made vp great : Dares he presume to contradict our Will , And saue a man whom we command him kill . He would not : nay he durst not , he brues his death Rides in a cloud of our offended breath . Cal.

He knowes it ,

Soph.

And he feares it .

Cal. All your selfe I speake not to disparadge Sherlies worth , Nor to diuorce him from your gratious fauour , But to maintaine the custome of our warres , Which most contemptuously he has broke downe In giuing life to thirty prisoners , And talking with the Turke by messengers . Sop.

Send to the Turke , and saue our prisoners liues .

Cal.

With proffer to returne them ransomlesse .

Soph. By Mortus Ali and our Persian Gods . For euery man he sau'd I le haue a ioynt , And for conuersing with the Turke his head — Call .

Besides your gratious Neece .

Sop. Ha ? what of her ? Dares the proud Christian thinke vpon our Neece . Call

And looke and loue her .

Sop.

How ?

Cal.

And she on him .

Sop. To saue the bodie we must loose a lim ; Sherley shall off . Cal.

And time .

Soph. One call our Neece . Alter our Customes . steale our subiects bosomes , And like a cunning Adder twine himselfe About our Neeces heart , shee once his owne , Hee 's Lord of vs , and of the Persian Crowne . Enter Neece , Dalibra , attendants . Neec.

What craues the mighty Sophy .

Sop. Loose your traine . And to the purpose , when and what commends Came to your hands from our new generall , Sherley the Great . Neec. That he is great in name , Springs not from ought in vs , but his own fame . But for what reason doth your greatnes make , This priuie search in my concealed thoughts Touching the English Generall . Soph. Thy bosome . Harbours a Traytor , dost thou not loue yong Sherley . Neec. I do not hate him , should I answer so Against my tongue , my conscience would say no . Soph.

Why then you loue him .

Neec. Should I not say I , My honourd thoughts would giue my tongue the lie . Call .

She has confest ,

Neec.

That I loue him : trew .

Cal.

And English Sherley .

Neece . If he had his dewe , You should all loue him , he has spent a sea Of English bloud to honor Persia . Soph. And through that bloudy sea his treacherous head , Shall make a purple voyage to the shade Where treason liues appareld in red flames . Neec.

For me ? because your Neece does honour him .

Sop. For thee because my Neece doth doate on him , Forgetfull of thy Fortunes and high birth , More beastiall in thine Appetite then beasts . The Princely Lionesse disdaines to mate But with a Lyon . Time and Experience showes , That Eagles scorne to build or bill with crowes . Neec.

What meanes all this ?

Soph. That with thy loue to Shirlie . Thou bui'st our hate . Neece Berlady a hard bargaine : But Marchant venturers cannot alwayes win , You forst my thought to loue him , and like a Tutor , First taught my tongue to call him honourable , Your breath commanded knees to bowe to him , Tongue to adore and duty to attend him , And is affection turn'd Apostata ? But I haue found your humour you grow iealous , Least I should rob you of your Mynion , In faith you need not . Soph. Our inkindled rage , Is growne too strong to be blowne out with Ieasts , Thou louest . Neece . The very ground he goes vpon , But why ? because it beares my bodies want , By Ioue and by a Virgins modest thought : ( Which like a Lawrell Gyrland decks my brows , ) I loue not Sherly : neuer harbord thought That told me he was louely , at least equall To maintaine wing with vs . Sop.

Come you dissemble .

Neece . I lou'd him to please you : to humour you Gaue him kind language : if I prais'd his worth , 'T was not my tongue but yours , if t were a lie , It came from these , they author'd it not I , Yet i le recant it too ; call him vnciuill , Ill-fauour'd , treacherous , disobedient , And to appease the tempest of your wrath , Sweare him a coward worse then Calimath . 1. Lord .

I le not indure .

Cal. Vnequall'd Excellence , She doth disgrace vs all to honour him , Neece . You all disgrace your selues to Enuy him , Whose worth has beene an honour to you all . Enter Robert Sherley . Rob.

Conquest and peace attend you .

Soph.

A strong guard .

Rob.

What meanes the Sophey ? here are none —

Soph. But traitors . Ignoble Sherley , trecherous Christian : How durst thou gainst the custome of our kingdome , reserue those prisoners liues . Rob. Dreade Maiesty . Not proud contempt but Christian charity : The Pilote of mine actions . Sophey . But we know , You come not empty of excuse proude Sherley : Haue we breth'd life into thy sickly fortunes , And like the lowe and meane bred Saraber : Hauing alloud thee seat-roome at our foote , Darst thou presume to clime vp to our Crowne : Presumptuous , know our breath can shake thee downe . Rob. Looke through my bosome , if you finde one thought , Basely condicion'd or ambitious . Sophey . Th' art all ambition and hast drawne the loue , Out of our subiects brests ; who to defeate , Vs of our due , title thee Sherley the great . Rob. Great was there error that informd you so , My thoughts are like my fortunes , meane and lowe If the high fauours you haue throwne on me , By my deare industry I haue increast : Adds honour to your owne , for sauing of my prisoners , Let but a brothers loue plead my excuse . Soph. Ambitious like your owne Are his proceedings ; t is brought to vs by letter How much he has abus'd himselfe , and vs In his imployments . Rob. Deerest excellence , Let not his want of duety fal on me : Nor mine returne to him . Cali. Yet for his loue You do confesse you saue these prisoners . Rob. True for a brothers loue but not for his , I haue an elder brother , so euery way compleat With vertuous qualleties , that euen his foes , Cannot but speake him well : desire of fame That in all ages has beene Sherleys aime Drewe him from home : mischances that like haile Fall on bolde mindes did him so hard assaile , That by the Turke he was surpris'd and taken . " By many strokes the tallest okes are shaken : To ransome him , not to Infringe your right , I freed these prisoners , manly taine in fight . Cali.

And was not that ambition .

Rob. If to saue , A worthy brother from a worthlesse graue Be held ambitious , I haue in a sinne Waded so deepe that I must perish in . Neece .

Perish may twenty cowardes first .

Exit Neece . Soph. Away with her to prison suppose as you inferre , To ransome him you sau'd your prisoners liues : For whose sake do you loue our Neece . Rob. You fire That lightens all the world , knows my desire Durst neuer looke so high . Soph. Come you that durst Breake our Lands custome for a brothers sake Durst for your owne sake doate vpon our Neece . But see what credit your ambition beares , Go mount those prisoners heads on thirty speares . Rob. First be my bloud there ransome , ere the Turke Should have that proud aduantage to report , A Christian and a true borne English soldiar Promis'd and had not power to performe : Saph.

Then learne to promise nothing but your owne .

Rob. Nor did I mighty Prince , with my one hands : I tooke those Captiue Turkes , with my dere bloud I bought them of proud danger : this being knowne : In giueing them I gaue nought but my owne . Cali.

Come y' are to peremptory .

Rob. I am indeede , Before mine honor let my mans heart bleede : Were it mine equall did me halfe this wrong : He should finde sharper vengeance then my tongue . Cali.

You can produce no probable excuse .

Rob. Your eares will here no reason Calimath , Thou hast a brother , Persian so haue I : A prisoner brother to redeeme his life , That all this while lies on the the edge of death : I sau'd these prisoners , wert to do againe , Againe i de venture : haue yee shapes of men And want there spirits : we in all are three , Sonnes of one Father , branches of one tree : Should a rough hand but violently teare , One siens from a tree the rest must beare Share in the hurt , the smallest wound that draines , Bloud from our brests empties our fathers veines : Soph.

Hast thou another brother .

Rob. We in all are three , The youngst and meanest spirit speakes in me : Yet ere the Turke should thinke I had not power To back my word ; O be this Instant howre My latest minut : with your warlike sword : Strike of my head lifes cheaper then my worde Soph. Be Maister of thy wish , but first wee here take off , Thy offices and titles , and bestow them Vpon this worthy gentleman , charging thee , By that first moouer whom thou calst thy god : The blest Messias and the Sacrament Which Christians hold so ceremonious : Thy Fathers blessing , and thy brothers loue , And the long progresse which thy soule must go , Whether thou euer leueledst at our Crowne , Or an vnlawfull contract with our Neece . Rob. Neuer : for had I harbord such intent , Nothing cold make me basely to repent : But I had neuer ; any life nor death , Can make a Christian falsefie his breath : Soph. Withdrawe the Christian and produce our Neece , And officer t is well . Enter an Officer with a counterfit head like Sherleys . Enter Neece . Will you speake yet , yet can ambition reade , Your hatefull practise . Neece .

Had young Sherleys head —

Soph. A traytors head whose proud ambitious tongue , Did at his death basely confesse his wrong : Do you asmuch and take our princely pardon , Speake did you loue that Christian or no . Neece . I neuer lou'd him liuing , but being dead , Thus i le imbrace , thus kisse his louely head : Alas good Sherley did thy warlike hand , For this defend the Sophey , guard his land : Didst thou for this , forsake thy countrie , friends ? And weeping father , that s a kinde amends . Cali.

Speake did you loue him .

Neece . No for if I had , I should haue growne impatient , wilde and mad : Washt of this bloud with teares and — Saph. Take her hence . Shee dies but shee acknowledge her offence . Neece . Stay , since I must I will , I did offend , Cause vndeserued I wrought braue Sherleis end : I did offend for careles I stood by , And let true valour amongst cowards die . Cali.

Cowards .

Neece . I cowards , his worth recorded stands Vpon you file of stars , he has the hands Of all the holly Angells , to approue . What bloud ha's spent in quest of Christian loue , I speake not like a strumpet , that being fild , With spirit of lust , her owne abuse to gild Slanders her friend : till now I neuer lou'd him , And now by yonder Sunne I dote on him . I neuer heard him vowe , protest or speake Word that might his approou'd alleageance breake : Oh you haue done a deed blacker then night , A murther that would murthers soule affright , Your very foes will say when this is knowne , In cutting off his head , you haue scard your owne : Were I his brother , countrey-man , or slaue , I de kill his murtherer or digge my graue Vnder the Sophies feete : oh you haue wone The Ire of heauen , and hate of Christendome . Sophy .

If he be Innocent .

Neece .

By heauen he is .

Sophy .

Then we confesse our spleene ha's done amisse .

Neece . Redeeme it then , and in his winding sheete , Let his disseuered head and body meete : Returne them me , let me the credit haue , And lay his mangled body in a graue . Sophy . Take it with our best loue and furtherance , And hauing ioynde his body to the head , His winding sheete be thy chaste mariage bed , Enter Sherley . Neece .

Then liues yong Sherley ?

Sophy . Yea and still shall stand , Lou'd of the Sophy , honor'd in his land , All stiles and offices we late tooke off , We back restore ; and now to Callymath , Thus farre on your report we haue proceeded , And had we found them either culpable , Their heads had paide for 't , but being cleare , We heere restore them to their former state , Renew them with our loue , thee with our hate . Rob. For this deare fauour , as for all the rest , Low-minded Sherley counts him highly blest . Enter Messenger . Soph.

Your sweating newes ?

Mess. To the great Generall . To your demaund , thus sends the haughty Turke , That were your thirty prisoners petty Kings , He would not free the English Gentleman . Sophy . Would not : lead on ? wee le talke with him in Steele , What he denies to heare , wee le force him feele : Will not returne them ? then will we head our speares , With Vizeroyes sculs , and ore his crauin eares Batter his Castles like a showre of Haile : On to the field heauen and our right preuaile . Exeunt . Ca. Hell on our wrongs : giue him his Neece in Manet Cally . mariage . First like an Asse load me with ornaments , To see how I de , become his golden trapps And the same minute snatch them off againe , Oh I am vext , damnation and black hell , Author my actions : in my passions dwell , Commotiue thoughts enuie and hate , Striue in my breast like twinnes inseperate , My spleenes in trauell , and till they be borne , My swolne heart labours and my breast is torne : To ease which torment and to free my breath , I le be deliuered , my kind Midwiues death . Exit . Enter Iaylor with a Paper in his hand . Iay.

According to this my warrant heere , I must this morning fetch my prisoner to ayring , hee had need bee hung out , least his flesh should mould , for I am sure , his clothes are mustie already ; Wee Turkes are to these Christians for all the world like Vsurers to young heyres , make picking meate of their carcases , euen to the very bones , and then leaue them to the hang-man , for thei l none of them : and not like Englishmen to their Oxen , the neerer fatte , the neerer fed vpon , well hether he must come , and yet I thinke scarcely too vnlesse he be carried , for I am sure , let mee see , these fiue or sixe moneths at least , he has had nothing but the hard boords for his bed , drie bread for his foode , and miserable water for his drinke : and wee Turkes thinke , that it is too good for these Christians too , for why should we do any better to them , since they do little better one to another , but where are you here , ha .

Enter Sir Thomas . Sir Tho. What would thy tongue with me , vnlesse to haue , Thy tyrannies writ here , fright thine owne soule , Or art thou come to adde vnto my bones , Hauing no sence of suffering in my flesh , Speake out thy worst , our spirits not affraide , At what can come , though in our lookes dismaide . Iay.

All this Sir is to be left to the discretion of the higher powers , I ha nothing to doe with it , onely sir I haue a warrant here , to make two knots to tye your ancles in , all the teeth in your head cannot tel how to vndoo 'hem , and heere they are ready sir .

Sir . Tho.

How slaue ?

Iay.

Nay come resist not , but remember wee haue cold Irons , a good cudgell , and a strong arme , put in your bearers ,

Sir Tho.

Blind Fortune when thou lookest a skance on men . Thou art without conscience in thy plaguing them .

Iay.

Come , come , your legges are shrunke , as you had bin at your leachery lately , we shall ha' 'hem slip their collars anon ; so , you may say your prayers now , you shall ha' more company presently .

Exit Iaylor leauing Sir Thomas in the stocks . Sir Tho. What folly wert in me to sigh at this Or chide my fortune , being common that she brings Full hands to fooles & knaues griefe ; euen to Kings : Or what auailes it mee to raile at them , That fled from me whose faiths I built vpon , Since t is as ripe in trust , to find some slaues , As honest men to die and haue due graues : Or that my flesh is shrunk , and my bloud pal'd , Since I haue this to make my courage bold , Men haue but done a part of what death should : Or why should my captiuity afflict me ? Good mindes know this , imprisonment 's no shame , Vnlesse the cause be foule which blots the name . Then all the griefes in my remembrance bee Is that my Fathers eyes should weepe for mee And my misfortune : for mine owne mishapps , Are to my minde as are heauens thunder-claps , Who cleares the ayre of fowle infection , And in my thoughts do onely publish this , Affliction 's due to man as life and sin is . Enter the great Turke with a Bassa , Iaylour and attendants . Tur. Speake . Where is this Captiue English Christian . Bass.

Heere as appointed by our Emperor .

Tur. Say Christian yet resolue vs thy descent , And promise of the ransome that s assign'd thee , Our tortures shall inforce it from thy tongue : With the sunnes light this day we haue thee grac'd , Which till this houre we haue exempt from thee , Which grace of ours vnlesse thou do confesse , Thy tortures shall be more , thy freedome lesse . Sir Tho. That I enioy you benefit of heauen . The life and solace of each liuing creature , Here to refresh mine eyes , I do confesse By you kept from mee , by you bountie giuen me , And this some comfort to my miserie , That sunne shines on my Father lookes on me : But to resolue your grace to pay a ransome , And know not how to make my promise good , I had rather you should take , I yeeld my bloud . Tur. Why think'st thou Christian our beleefs so slight , Great Sherley for thy ransome would send backe Thirty of cheefest note in our respect And thou of obscure parentage and birth , Thou hast wak't our anger put him on the rack , Where foure and twenty howers he shall remaine , Vpon your liues I charge it quickly done , Our selfe will see the execution . Tho. 'T is but the farthest way about to death To giue men lingring tortures , when a small prick Is mans conclusion : but how so ere my Lord , I ha' patience to accept what you afford , The dungion , this , now that . If back againe Vnto your lothsome prison after rack , True constancie 's my fore-front and my back . Tur.

Wee ll trie your patience Christian , hoist him vp .

Tho

Oh oh .

Turk . Now where 's your haughty courage durst withstand vs . And Roman spirit that forswore to yeeld . Tho. Here , Emperor here , euen in these outstretcht veines , Liues my amaselesse vitals , here s an vndaunted heart , That neuer yeelds by Turkish tyranny : I am the same , through all that made me man , Scorne Pagans threats , to die a Christan . Turk .

Wrinch him againe .

Tho.

Ohoh .

Tur. Yet wilt thou tell thy bloud and parentage , And yeeld vnto the ransome we haue assignd thee . Tho. No Emperor , no , Euen in this hell of paine I answer neuer , I once denied thee , and my tongue 's no lier . Tur. we stand amazed at thy constancy . Yet answer vs , wilt thou forsake thy faith , Become as we are , and to Mahomet Our holy prophet , and his Alcoran Giue thy deuotion , and by our Kings we sweare We will accept thee in the place of Kings . Thom. First shall the Sunne melt from his rest-lesse seat , Ere that our name shall turne Apostata : Thy Kingdomes be vnpeopled , and thy nations Become as free for beasts as now for men , Thy selfe as sometimes were thy Ancestors Fed in a cage and dragd at conquerors heeles . Tur.

Presumptious Christian .

Sir Tho. And thy bad life meet such a hatefull death , Euen foules shall loath thy body , men thy breath . Tur. Thy strength of faith hath bred a wonder in vs , One take him downe and beare him back to prison : We yet resolue not how to deale with him . Sir Tho. Euen where you will , to torture backe againe , Our comforts this hell stores for you like paine . Exit Tho. Enter Messenger . Tur.

The hasty newes .

Messen.

The English agent craues accesse to you ,

Tur.

Admit him .

Enter Agent . Agen. From my dread Maister Englands royall King , By these his letters faire commends to you . Tur. We greete him with like loue ; his letters craue A prisoner that s cald Sherley we should haue . Agen. An English knight whom his misfortunes cast , Vpon your Turkish shore . Tur.

We haue as yet had notice of no such .

Agen. By name perhaps dreade Emperor , yet in this place , By your commandement he liues prisoner : And brother to that Sherley calde the great . Tur.

Ha .

Age .

Which in the Persians warres is generall :

Tur.

Had I known that , by Mahomet he had di'd .

Age . His miseres haue spoke vnto our king , Ioynd with his worth , and he hath sent for him . Tur. Wee le not deny your Mr his request , Yet how to know we do not send him back His subiect : but a present giuen from vs , Whom we esteeme of an vnualu'd worth : One bring him forth receiue him English Agent . Enter one with Sir Thomas . To thee , As to thy Maisters hand we thus present him : Bid him accept him as our thoughts did hold , A Iem could not be bought from vs with gold , His passe shall be for Florence , then for England : Least he in Persia should imbrace his brother , And proue a plauge to vs as great as the other . Exit .
Enter Maister Robert Sherley and a Hermit with him . Rob. Graue father for the reuerence of your age , And Iustice of the cause for which you come : Being to aduance the glory of our God , Wherein no soule should haue neglectfull thoughts : I haue laine by perticuler affaires , To giue a hearing to your buysines . Her . Go on my sonne , to him being dutifull , Vertue will make thy name more honorable : My selfe from farre haue on these aged feete , Whose knees do buckle , and haue scarce there strength To beare mee further then a graues in length . With easie paces but a swift desire , Inquird thee out : that hearing thee a Christian : So gracious with this Persian Emperor , A minde so noble in thy actions . A bodie fortunate in his desseignes , Thou mights as well bestowe thy paines and bloud To aduance religion as for heathens good . Rob. Heauen knowes , Knew I the meanes I were his willing seruant . Her . If like thy tongue thy intention haue a care , Clime vp to heauen by this ascending staire : Intreat thy Emperor thou maist raise a Church , To sacrifice thy praiers vnto that name To whome all names should kneele : when if his Priestes , Himselfe , his Counsell ; any heathen breath Should contradict the high authority , Of thy deuoted zeale , spare not to say , Their god's , his seruant whom thy thoughts obey : And win , as by perswasion kings are won , Or els confute them by religion . Rob. Alas sir my vngrowne experience , To argue a difference of that heigth Betwixt their god and ours , is so farre vnfit , I rather shall abuse then honour it : Her . Why , why my sonne doest thou forget to know , Our gods the spring whence eloquence doth flowe : And can infuse into thee wert thou dumbe , Words thunderlike , a contradictlesse tongue : That when thou speak'st for the honour of that name : Made earth to hange betwixt yon heauenly frame Borne on no Axeltree , angells do sit About thine eares and breath into thy wit , And if thou shouldest in such a quarrell die , Martirs lookes on thee with a ioyfull eye : Rob. Yee haue giuen vnto my life another soule , And neuer reuerend father could you haue come In time that s fitter ; wherein I may proue , My duty to the highest , to Christians loue : This present day I haue an Infant borne , Who tho descended from the Emperors Neece , A Pagan , i le baptise in Christian faith , Confute there Ignorance , heauen assisting me : That mine one soule this comfort may pertake , Sherley in Persia did the first Christian make : Then raise a temple for our further good , Or in the faire aduenture spend my bloud . Her . In all necessities i le further thee , And if by my aduice thou dyest , i le die with thee : Rob. And so to die your life were new begun , Old age to die with him a made gods sonne : Enter Sophey Halibeck and Calimath . Soph. Haly go on , and of your great affaires , Deliuer vs euery seuerall circumstance . Haly. From thence I left dread soueraigne thus ensues , That Sherley , whom you ioynd with mee in embassey Hauing our footing once on Christian ground , Became so proude , so wilde , so prodigall , All eyes contemne him , onely some fewe , That gaue his rising lookes , but for the dew Your Grace bestowd on him in Princes Courts : His fellowship was fooles : his actions sports For wise-mens tables . I often did aduise him , That such behauiours no way did befit The glory of his place , nor would you suffer it When his returne gaue place for punishment . When first in Russia he abus'd your greatnesse , For which the iust State did imprison him , Yet for the honor of the Cause in hand , Ere long he was releast : we come to Rome , Where I but striuing to ascend as chiefe , Being in person there your sacred selfe , His hand first struck me , while his tongue did chime , No Pagans must ascend where Christians climbe . Soph.

Durst he say so ?

Hali. He did my Lord ; Yet past we thence to Venice , where as before , He kept his flood of riot and abuse , For which hee s there kept prisoner : and the State , Return'd me back , nothing determin'd of . Cali. Now may my soueraigne euidently see , Their subtle glosings , haue this inward kind , Theil l wound your heart , though seeme to please your mind Soph. By day , if this be true no Christian liues , Within the compasse where our word may kill , Speake ? How canst thou answer this appeale of theirs ? Rob. O let the Emperor but desist a while , From the remembrance of a tale he heard : Or else but thinke , great men may face a lie , Till truth appeare and giue their checke a die . These letters in your eyes first speak for me , Whilst in their eares a story I le vnfold Shall make their heads shake and their hearts cold . The first from Russia , where this enuious man , Accus'd my brother as a Fugitiue , A theefe , a Pyrat , and a Christian spie , For which he was imprison'd ; till euidently The State had knowledge of his innocence : Then him releast , sent that intelligence . At Rome I not deny my brother struck him , For pride , so iust the Father of that seat , In his behalfe doth in his letter speak . Now let your eyes but looke what Uenice writes , That this man by suggestions wrought the State , Against my brothers labours : with-held the treasure , Your Princely selfe sent to discharge the Iew , For the rich Iewell that my brother bought , And all the benefit to Christendome And to your honor is by him vndon . Soph. Treasons vnheard of , such shall the reuenge bee , His silence and his lookes approues his guilt : Great Sherley at thy censure there he stands , To doome him death may equall his offence ; Vnto thy brothers life , he strecht his sinne , Be his alike , we freely giue thee him . Rob. Then here 's my iustice for so vile a crime , Since that it reatcht vnto my brothers life , And blemish of his honour and his worth , And hindered that ordain'd for Christian glory ; He shall confesse vnto your sacred selfe All treasons in those letters mentioned To be his plots and actions gainst my brother : And tell the world to shut vp scandalls tongue , All that thou didst from rootes of enuy sprung , And no desert of his : they satisfied , For all conspiracy all enuies sinne , We thus will loue thee , learne but to loue him . Soph.

Thou art to mercifull ,

Cal.

In this as mercifull as honourable .

Hall . Thy clemency doth make mee see my selfe , To haue beene a villaine to that gentleman , Deserues so well of all men , best of mee , Great Emperor not a letter that is there , If euery character were doubled twice , But the attempts are mine against his life , Death I haue deseru'd then much I owe to thee , That might haue tane my life and set mee free . Soph. Stay there Sir . Sherley ha's pardon'd the offence to him , Not the transgressions thou hast done to vs , We sent thee forth as our Ambassador , To deale for vs , as we our selfe were there , Which dignity of ours thy tongue profan'd , For which we do adiudge thee loose thy tongue : We made thy hand like ours to strike , or spare , Which powre and grace of ours thou didst abuse , For which thou shalt go handlesse to thy graue , And that thy head that made the rest offend Shall off . All .

Mercy dread Emperor .

Soph. Who talkes of mercy tasts our wrath with him , And you that are a kin to him in bloud , Whose eyes being brothers should tast griefe alike , We charge you see the execution . Cal.

Dread Emperor .

Sop.

Speak not we are resolued .

Hali. And I to dye . Ambition still lies lowest , seeking to flie . Exit : Soph. His honours and possessions now are thine , If yet vnsatisfied thy griefes remaine , Aske yet to please thy selfe it shall be granted . Rob.

I feare to be too bold .

Soph.

Aske and obtaine .

Rob. My child may be baptis'd in Christian faith , And know the same God that the father hath . Soph. Baptize thy Child , our selfe will ayd in it , Our selfe will answer for 't , a Godfather , In our owne armes wee le beare it to the place , Where it shall receiue the compleat Ceremonie ; Speake , what else thou wouldst haue granted thee , Rob. You are too lauish of your high fauors , I would entreat I might erect a Church , Wherein all Christians that do hither come May peaceablie heare their owne Religion . Soph. T is graunted , erect a stately Temple , It shall take name from thee , great Sherleys Church , Finish thy sute , what ere it be . Rob. You are too prodigall , I too presuming , Yet sith your selfe doth thus authorize me , I will not hide my heart : your further leaue , I would by your permission raise a house , Where Christian children from their cradles , Should know no other Education , Manners , language , nor Religion , Then what by Christians is deliuer'd them . Soph. Wee le aske no Councel to confirme that grant 't is obtain'd , speake al . Rob. Your fauour , loue and good estimation , And my sute is ended . Soph. In the best embrace of our endeared loue , We do inclose thee , Sherley shall approue , Our fauours are no cowards to giue back , They shal abide til death , thou shalt not lack Our loues plenitude , our déarest nephew , Now for the Temple , where our royall hand , Shall make thy Child first Christian in our land . Exeunt . A show of the Christning . Enter fame . Fame . Thus farre hath Fame with her proclayming trumpe , Sounded the trauailes of our English brothers , Vnhappy they ( and haples in our Sceanes ) That in the period of so many yeares , That destinies mutable commandresse Hath neuer suffer'd their regreeting eyes To kiss each other at an enterview : But would your apprehensions helpe poore art Into three parts deuiding this our stage : They all at once shall take their leaues of you , Thinke this England , this Spaine , this Persia , Your fauours then , to your obseruant eyes : Wee le shewe their fortunes present quallities . Enter three seuerall waies the three Brothers , Robert with the state of Persia as before , Sir Anthonie , with the king of Spaine and others where hee receiues the order of Saint Iago , and other Offices , Sir Thomas in England with his Father and others . Fame giues to each a prospectiue glasse , they seeme to see one another , and offer to embrace , at which Fame parts them and so : Exeunt . Manet Fame . To those that neede further description , Wee helpe their vnderstandings with a tongue : Sir Anthonie Sherleie we haue left in Spaine , Knight of Saint Iago , one of the counsell Of his highnesse warres against the infidells , Captaine of th' Armado , with other honors : The eldest in England is : to fewe vnknowne His worth , his merrit and his offices . The last in Persia , as you haue seene : This is the vtmost of intelligence , If we should prosecute beyond our knowledge : Some that fill vp this round circumference , ( And happelie better knowe their states then we : ) Might iustly call the authors , trauellers , And giue the actors too , the souldiers spite , Then heere we leaue them , now the rest to you : Since they haue safely past so many perrills , ( For what through danger passes , is the best , ) Since they in all places haue found fauorites : We make no doubt of you t were too hard doome , To let them want your liking heere at home .
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▪ Hath on the liquid high-way of the waues : Conuaid him many thousand leagues from vs diections to salute him Brother , pray yee see our directions falter not , See all in order as we did ▪ With sight of such warres as Christians vse , So farre as my small retinue will serue Ant▪ Sir Ant. ourfoes , Sometimes we buy our friendes life with our foes , Sometimes for Gold , and that hardens ▪ First teach me how to call thee ere I speake , I more and more doubt thy mortallity : Those ▪ rod . Our sinnes are all alike , why not , our God . ▪ Englishman we thanke thee , & by a peace concluded , Bassa , we ransomlesse returne thee to thy 〈◊〉 Councellor my Lord , Being both a Christian and a Souldier , Whom if men enuied could not but commend 〈…〉 Enough Let me alone to sincke his hopes abroad, So let vs part , at parting onely this Vnto Euntxe Exeunt . bofome In a full bosome of loue madame . ▪ brothers beare themselues in the battell . crawre heartlesse snakes that scarce had strength to crawle : But had you seene the valiant Prince my Compōs'd Now by my hopes a goodly personage , Compos'd of such a rich perfection : As valour seemes ensuse The glorious Sunne of Persia shall enfuse , His strength of heate into thy generous ▪ Your aged Father should grow young againe : To heare his sonnes liue in the friendly Likeslander steeles Arbitrament : Reuenge and Death , Like slander attend the sword of Calymath . Ambasly iudging eyes , Onely for tast , before their ambassy Had time of hearing with the Emperor , Great ▪ O Halibeck , Whom my great Mai . made Coe-mate with mee . ean selfe we doe intreate to feast , Till leasure can conclude your businesse . ▪ once come , Shall haue a hearing , feasting , and their welcome . Discend O brother-hood ▪ The stayre of mens saluations , and the Key : That bindes or looseth our transgressions ▪ Pardon dread Father , that my heate of blood , Tooke from me the remembrance of the place ▪ but Christians knees should , and then mine . Much lesse admit him haue the vpper way ▪ First to Saint Angelo thus hand in hand , Then counsell , to make Christian Turkish Staights a prosperous voyage , He is come vnto the Straights of Gibralter , Then to Legorne , then to ot our streame Shall loose his vitall way , or be a theame , Vnto our sanguine brothers losty thus , Men shall not fright vs , nor this lofty towne , Built vpon stony hills to out-face ▪ whose too venterous , generalls should know , In steed of gold may meete his ouerthrow mertis meanes , Preferment , grace , beyond thy merits worth , Poyson thy selfe and make thy tongue hilto souldier like He hath resisted till his fastned hilte Was bladlesse in his hand : nothing now ▪ bladlesse in his hand : nothing now restes , But present rescue or a present death . Turk▪ Turk. falute , Sherley the great sends you this milde salute : In this his late yet bleeding ouerthrowe genetall ought proposd for my deliuery , Twas in a generall zeale to Christendome , Not any priuate bestaru'd not you better confesse and be hangd , then be staru'd to death , and hangd after . ▪ brothers loue turnes to a brothers losse . My Iourney towards heauen , fate sent me admiratlon About the iewell , It fils the towne with admiration , That which great Princes for the worth Iowe I owe thee money Zariph . Hebrewsanctimonious , vncircumcised slaues , That scorne our Hebrew sanctimonious writte , Despise our lawes ▪ Sit at his banquet with a smiling cheeke , Let him runne out his prodigall expence ▪ beggar has a hand As free to spread his coine , as the swolne clouds , Throw downe their ▪ stand vpon Intergatories , away with him . cuitesie mercifull Inhumane Dogge ; that in midst of curtesie Dost yoke me in a Serpents arme : true seed ▪ Halibeck , , does not your eye discouer a treacherous ▪ One call our Neece . Alter our Customes . steale our subiects bosomes , And like a ▪ Springs not from ought in vs , but his own fame . But for what reason doth your greatnes make inkinled Our inkindled rage , Is growne too strong to be blowne ▪ That by the Turke he was surpris'd and taken . " By many strokes the tallest okes are shaken ▪ make me basely to repent : But I had neuer ; any life nor death , Can make a Christian ▪ cutting off his head , you haue scard your owne : Were I his brother , countrey-man , or slaue I de Asse load me with ornaments , To see how Ide , become his golden trapps And the same 〈◊〉 sometimes were thy Ancestors Fed in a cage and 〈◊〉 at conquerors heeles . 〈◊〉 sometimes were thy Ancestors Fed in a cage 〈◊〉 dragd at conquerors heeles . 〈◊〉 , A Iem could not be bought from vs with gold 〈◊〉 His passe shall be for Florence , then 〈◊〉 Iem could not be bought from vs with 〈◊〉 , His passe shall be for Florence , then for ▪ equall his offence ; Vnto thy brothers life , he strecht his sinne , Be his alike , we ▪ that thou didst from rootes of enuy sprung , And no desert of his : they satisfied , ▪ confirme that grant 'tis obtain'd , speake al . ▪ Exeunt . mut able period of so many yeares , That destinies mutable commandresse Hath neuer suffer'd their regreeting ki●● Hath neuer suffer'd their regreeting eyes To kiss each other at an enterview : But would your