these duller eyes Then shall they sending downe a powerfull floud Rence thy colde members from each drop of bloud And so returne thee back that thou may'st soare Vp to the skies much purer then before Had the iust course of nature wrought thee hence I would haue made the gods know their offence And backe restore thy soule but thou art dead And 't was a fiercer hand that clipt thy thread Fiercer and bolder which did euer thriue By mischiefe and once coffinde thee aliue Vp in deaths mantle but then would not vse Such open violence nor durst abuse One of such sacred worth till fury stâ—uck His reason dead and made his treacherous hand Creepingly stab thee both vnseene and foule As if he would haue â—tolne away thy soule Enter Isaack But oh Isaack But of indeede Caigub. Why what Isaack As bad A stroke attends thee as thy Father had Princes suspition is a flame of fire Exhal'd first from our manners and by desire Of rule is nourish'd fed and rores about Till the whole matter dye and then goes out Caigub. Vnfold a Scene of murders Fates worke on Wee 'le make a path to Heauen and being gone Downe from the lofty towers of the skies Throw thunder at the Tyrant will he presse The earth with waight of slaught'red carcasses Let him grow vp in mischiefe still shall her wombe Gaping reserue for him an empty tombe We doe but tread his path and Bassa since It stands vpon thee now to cure thy Prince Of his distemper'd lunacie goe fetch The instrument of death whilst I a wretch Expect thy sad returne Isaack I goe and could It stand with mine alleageance sure I should Imploy my seruice to a better end Then to disrobe the Court of such a friend Exit Caigub. He that is iudg'd downe from a steepy hill To drop vnto his death and trembling still Expects one thence to push him such a slaue Doth not deserue to liue nor 's worth a graue Then Lachisiâ— thou that deuid'st the threed Of breath since this dayes Sun must see me dead Thus I 'le preuent thy paine thus I 'le out-runne My Fate and in this stroke thy worke is done Stabs 〈◊〉 Eternall mouer thou that whirl'st about The skies â—n circular motion heare me out What I command see that without controule Thou make Heauen cleare to entertaine my soule And let the nimble spirits of the ayre Print me a passage hence vp to thy chaire There will I sit and from the Azure sky Laugh at obsequious base mortality Vanish my soule enioy embrace thy Fate Stabs himselfe dyes Enter Isaack with executioners Isaack We are preuented see the fates command False deedes must dye though by the Actors hand Returne to Baiazet and beare that corpes Exeunt So now I am alone nor need I feare To breath my thoughts out to the silent ayre My conscience will not heare me that being deafe I may ioy freely first thy hated breath Achmetes vanisht next Caigubâ—â— fell Thus we clime Thrones whilst they drop downe to hell The glorious eye of the all-seeing sunne Shall not behold when all our plots are done A greater Prince then Selymus 't is hee Must share with Ioue an equall Maiesty But for my selfe his Enginer I 'le stand Aboue mortality and with a hand Of power dash all beneath me into dust If they but crosse the current of my lust What I but speake 't is Oracle and Law Thus I will rule and keepe the world in awe Selym. Noble assistant Enter Selymus Mâ—sithes Mustapha Asmehemedes Isaack Happy Selymus Selym. 'T is thou must make me so for should I stay Wayting my Fathers pleasure I might stand Gazing with enuie at my Brothers pride My selfe lying prostrate euen beneath their feete Townes Cities Countries and what ere so euer Can giue high thoughts content are freely theirs I onely like a spend thrift of my yeares Idle my time away as if some god Had raz'd my name out of the roule of Kings Which if he haue then Isaack be thy hand As great as his to print it in againe Though Baiazet say nay Isaack No more I will An Empire be our hopes that to obtaine Wee 'le watch plot fight sweat and be colde againe 〈◊〉 Actus Tertii Scena Quarta Enter Zemes and Alexander Bishop of Rome Bishop Cannot my words add solace to your thoughts Oh! you are gulft too deepe in a desire Of soueraigne pompe and your high thoughts aspire All the vnshadowed plainenâ—sse of my life Doth but contract thick wrinckles of mislike In your Majestick brow and you distast Morall receipts which I haue ministred To coole Ambitions Feauer Zemes. Pardon Sir Your Holinesse mistakes my malady Another sicknesse grates my tender breast And I am ill at heart alas I stand An abject now as well in Natures eye As erst I did in Fortunes is my health Fled with mine honour and the common rest Of man growne stranger to me in my griefe Some vnknowne cause hath bred through all my bloud A colder operation then the juice Of Hemlock can produce O wretched man Looke downe propitious Godheads on my woes Phâ—â—bus infuse into me the sweet breath Of cheerefull health or else infectious death If there an Angell be whom I haue crost In my tormented boldnesse and these griefes Are expiatory punishments of sinne Now now repentance strike quite through my heart Enough of paines enough of bitter smart Haue tyed me to 't I haue already bin Bolted from ioy content can enter in Not at the open passage of my heart I neither heare nor see nor feele nor touch With pleasure my vexation is so much My graue can onely quit me of annoy That preuents mischiefe which can bring no ioy Exit Bish. Now I could curse what mine owne hand hath done And wish that he would vomit out the draught Of direfull poyson which infects his bloud Ambitious fire why 't is as cleane extinct As if his heart were set beneath his feet Griefe hath boil'd out the humours of vaine pride And he was meere contrition What 's the newes Enter a Messenger Messen. Zemes as now he left you pale and wan Dragging his weake legges after him did fall Dead on the stony pauement of the Hall Not by vnhappy chance but as he walkt Foldâ—ng his armes vp in a pensiue knot And rayling at his Fate as if he staged The wounded Priam or some falling King So he oft lifting vp his closing eye Sunke faintly downe groan'd out I dye I dye Bish It grieues my soule let Baiazet know this Could our owne shortned life but lengthen his By often sighes I would transfuse my breath Into his breast and call him back from death Exit Actus Tertâ—i Scena Quinta Enter Selymus Mesithes Mustapha Selym. Let not my absence steale away my loue Or locall distance weaken the respect Which you haue euer borne me I must fly To shake the yoake of bondage from my necke My Fathers eyes shall not scan out my
'de a searcht the depth Of his vnhallowed bosome and turne out His heart the prophane seate of sawcy pride Slaine an Ambassador no lesse 't is done And ' â—was a noble slaughter I conceiue A joy ineffable to see my sword Bath'd in a blood so rare so prâ—cious As an Ambassadour s must we be tolde Of times delayes and opportunities That the basesoldier hath gaine-sayd our blisse Thought Baiazet his son so cold so dull So â—nnocently blockish as to heare An Embassie most harsh and grossely bad The people to deny me we contemne With strange defiance Baiazet and them Actus Quinti Scena Secunda Enter 〈◊〉 Mesithes Mustapha Mâ—sith Mischiefe on mischiefe all our hopes are dead Slaine in the haplesse fall of Selymus Mustapha I thinke the deuills fought for Baiazet And all the infernall haggs how could he else With a confused army and halfe slaine Breake the well-ordered rancks of a strong foe Mesith. And vnexpected to now Isaacke what Sadly repenting for thy last misdeeds Plots and conspiracies against thy Prince Faith we must hang together Isaacke Good Mesâ—thes 'T is nothing so they say 〈◊〉 Disdaining to be mockt out of his hopes And most desired possession of the Crowne Ha's in contempt of Baiazet and all Slaine the Ambassador and vowes revenge On euery guilty agent in his wrong Mustaph. I lookt for that and therefore first shranke back VVhen Baiazet made choyce of one to send On such a thankelesse errand as that was Mesith. Grant the report be true what 's that to vs Isaack Fame in mine eare nere blab'd a sweeter tale This shall redeeme our low dejected hopes To their full height no more be it my charge To chase out the event what 's this comes here Mustaph. Vpon my life the body of the slaine Ambassador Enter the Ambassadors followers with the dead body Mesith. 'T is so Isaacke VVe greet you friends And your sad spectacle Followers T is sad enough To banish peace and patience from each breast That owes true loyalty to Baiazet Isaacke And so it shall lay downe the iniur'd corps Achomates ha's wrong'd his Fathers loue To grosly in the murder euen of him That bore his sacred person and should stand Inviolably honor'd by the law Of men and nations But here comes Baiazet Enter Baiazet and Cherseogles Baia. A tragicke spectacle whose trunke is this Follow The body of your slaine Ambassador Baia. Slaine by what cursed violence what slaue Durst touch the man that represented me Follow Achomates Baia. Achomotes Follow The same Highly displeas'd with the vnexpected newes Of a deniall from the peoples mouth His reason slipt in fury and contempt Hath thus abus'd your gracious Majesty Withall he threatned to maintaine this sinne With force of armes and so resolu'd to winne Your Crowne without such tarriance Baia. Oh! no more I am vnfortunate in all my blood Hath he thus guerdon'd my faire promises My dayly sweat and care to further him And fix him in the paradise of joy Nations cry out for vengeance of this fact I 'le scourge this blacke impiety to hell Muster our forces to the vtmost man Once more I 'le bury this my aged corps In steely armour and my coloured crest Like a bright starre shall sparkle out reuenge Before the rebels faint amazed eyes Loose not a minute Bassaes hence be gone Muster our men stay not that from the tide Of our fierce wrath no drop may â—bbe away By causelesse lingering Musta. Whom speake you Generall Baia. Whom but my selfe whom doth the cause concerne More neerely then my selfe Isaakâ— My honored Liedge Beare your best care about you 't is a time Of double danger but remoue the one The other straight cald forward Selyâ—â—s Great in the fauour of Tartaria's King Is man'd afresh with souldiers his assault Threatnes as much as fierce 〈◊〉 And must be borne off with your ablest forces Then if you leaue the Citie to subdue One of these two expect e're you returne Tother possest and seated on your throne Baia. Distraction rends my soule what shall I do Isaack Force out one nayle with tother of these two Chuse him you most affect and best dare trust Allure him fairely home winke at his crimes And then create him youâ— high Generall To leade against his brother since your selfe Cannot at once oppresse two foes so stout Trie if one heate can driue another out Bâ—iâ— Isaack we like thy counsell but of these Which can we pardon either so deboyst So guiltie of rebellion so 〈◊〉 From pious loyalty that my soule euen both With bitter hatred equally may loath Isaack First weigh their fâ—ults the one a brain-sick youth Endeauor'd to supplant your Majestie The other in defiance and contempt Of God and man prophan'd the holy rights Of an Ambassador Mesi. For which dire fact Should it slip vp vnpunished the name The fearefull name of 〈◊〉 would proâ—e The subiect of each libell and the scoffe Of petty Princes Baia. Enough we haue decreed Achomates shall quake beneath the stroke Of our fierce anger Isaack speed away To Selymus he shall conâ—ront the slaue The best of two so bad goe stay yet goe 'T is hard when we begge succour of a foe Begge stay againe first will I drop before The sword of proud Achomates goe tell him Vpon his low submission we will daigne To make him Champion to his soueraigne Enter Coâ—cutus to his Father Exit Isaack My deare Corcutus welcome Corcu. Royall Father 〈◊〉 Baia. Arise thou onely solace of mine age It was a night of harmlesse innocence Of peace and rest in which kinde nature laid Thee in thy mothers wombe Right vertuous boy How hast thou liu'd vntaâ—nted with the breath Of that infectious vice Rebellion Corcut. Right noble Father 't is a faithfull rule In morall rites that who desires a good And most suspects his right to it is bold And turbulent and eager in pursuit Whereas the man to whom this good is due Rests happily contented till time fit Crowne him in the possession of his wish Baia. VVell moraliz'd I vnderstand thee Boy My grant shall melt thy prayers in full ioy Exeâ—nt Actus Quinti Scena Tertia Enter Selymus and souldiers Selym. Once more in hope to gaine and feare to lose A Crowne and Kingdome we haue march'd thus neere The seat of a dread Emperour to try The chance of warre or resolutely die Feare no crosse blow for with this hand I mouâ— The wheele of Fate and each successe shall runne Euen with our pleasures till our hopes are spun Vp to their full perfection this dayes light That lookes so cheerefully shall see as bright As it my crowne and glory Makes a stand As they march on enter Isaack Bassa What stranger 's this my blessed Genius haunts me Isaack I take thee in with open loue What speakes they Presence Isaack Good newes to Selymâ—s Selym. From whom Isaack From Baiazet Selym. 'T is strange if good Isaack And full as good as strange March
Whilest the gaping pit of hell With wide stretcht iawes yawnes for my fall O I am strucke with horror and the slaves of stix Already sting my wounded soule Chers Will you faire Prince reiect all future hopes Of just succession and afflict your Sire By your vniust detainment of his Crowne Corcu. I am distracted and me thinkes I burne Vnder these robes of state a boyling heate Runnes from them through my veines Ioues hardy sonne When he bewrapt himselfe in Nessus shirt Felt not more bitter agonies then I Cloath'd in the trappings of my Maiestie I am resolved Bassaes goe meâ—te our father Allure him home with this I am begun Exeunt Mesithes and Cherseogles To be no King but a repentant sonne Pallas I aske thy pardon I haue straied A gracelesse trewant from thy happy schooles Whither I 'le now returne there 's not a ranke Place or degree can sort vs out true blisse Without thy Temple there my dwellinâ—g is Amongst the Sacred monuments of wit Which Classique authors carefully haue writ For our instruction I will wast my time So to wash out the spots of this sad crime Court honors and you shaddowes of true joy That shine like starres till but a greater light Drowne your weake luster I adjure your sight Even from my meditations and my thoughts I banish your entising vanities And closely kept within my studie walles As from a cave of rest henceforth I le see And smile but neuer tast your misery I but as yet am floating on the waues Of stormy daunger nor am sure to scape The violent blast of angry Baiazet Blow faire my hopes and when I touch the shoare I le venture forth on this rough surge no more Enter Baiazet Cherseogles Achmetes Isaack Mesithes Mustapha Mahomet Achomates Selymus Trizham Mahometâ— Zemes disguised See where he comes oh how my guiltie blood Starts to my face and proues my cause not good Our dutie to our father kneeles Baia. Ours to the Emperor kneeles Cor Why kneeles great Baiazet I am thy sonne Thy slaue and if thy wrath but frowne vndone Why kneeles great Baiazet heavens hide thy face From these preposterous doings Ba. What not asham'd To circle in thy brow with that bright Crowne Yet blush to see mee kneele though filiall rites And morrall precepts say the sonne must bend Before the Father yet your high degree And powre bids you rise commands my knee Core Those ornaments be thine Here Baiazet I Crowne thee Monarch of the spatious West Asia and Affrica if ought be mine Greater then these I here proclaime it thine Omnes Liue Baiazet our mighty Prince Liue rule and flourish Baia. Is this your zeale is it did euery voyce Breath out a willing suffrage I am crowned My ioyes are fully perfect and I feele My lightned spirits caper in my brest Rise thou starre-bright mirrour of thine age To Corcutus kneeling By thee our iron dayes proue full as good As when old Saturne thundred in the clowds Be an example to succeeding times How sonnes should vse their Parents and I vow When I shall faile this honour to thy brow Attend vs Bassaâ—s I le lead on to ioy Neuer was Father blest with such a Boy Exeunt omnes manet Corcut. Corcu. Freed from a Princely burthen I possess A Kingly liberty and am no lesse Princely obseruance wayte on him on me Thoughts vndisturb'd I shall then happy be Exit Actus Primi Scena Quinta Enter Zemes the brother of Baiazet alone Zemes. Scarce had I set my foote within these walls In expectation of a solemne hearâ—e Due to the wandring Ghost of Mahomet But lowd alarmes of abundant ioy Ring in mine eares and euery seruile groome Congratulates the Coronation Aâ—sâ—owt within Of Baiazet harke how they roare it out A cold disturbance like a gelid â—â—ost Settles my blood within me and I hate His cheerefull triumphes more then mine owne Faâ—e 'T is true indeede I prou'd not the first fruites An elder off-spring of my Fathers breede Yet was it so that Baiazet and I Both tumbled in one wombe perhaps the Queene Of womens labours doted at our birth And sent him first abroad or else I slept And he before me stole into the world Must I then loose my glory and be hurl'd A slaue beneath his feete no I must be An Emperour as full as great as he Exit Actus Primi Scena Sexta Enter Isaack alone Iaack. Deuorc'd my Daughter fond and insolent man I le crush thee into nothing if I can Endure the noyse of my disgrace I know How to returne it I am a flame of fire A chafing heat distempers all my blood Achmetes thou must coole it when thy limbes Are emptied of that moysture they sucke in And thy stain'd blood inchanted from thy veines Then shall I be appeased meane while I liue Thy mortall foe But stay let me containe Mine anger vndiscouered Friend how is 't Enter Mesithes Mesith. Know you not Isaack Isa. What Mes. The flight of Zemes Hence to Armenia Isa. Oâ— Zemes Mes. Yes â—e walkt About the Citie disguis'd and vnseene Till his escape Is. T is strange and full of feare Mes. We meet him frequent in the vulgar moâ—th Isaack Zemes is valiant and Armenia strong Here 's Baiazet he must beware the wrong Enter Baiazet Baia. VVhat is it thou murmurst Baiazet and wrongd Something it is thou knowest concerning vs Take thee faire leaue and speake it Isa. Yes I know Matter of weight such as concerne thy life Bâ—ia Such as concerne my life Speake out thy tale VVe are so flesht in ioy bad newes proues strange And touch my sense too harshly Isa. But you must heare Your brother Zemes when swift winged Fame Tolde him your father Mahomet was dead Flew quickly hither first to celebrate His funerall pompe then to assume his State His Crowne and Scepter which he rightly knew Vnto your hand and head both to be due But when applausiue ioyes and peales of mirth Sounded loud Mosique in his troubled eares Of you enthron'd then he began too late To brawle at heauen and wrangle with his Fate So he went hence and cried reuenge be mine Quake thou great Citie of proud Constantine At my fierce anger when I next returne VVith cloudes of misty powder I shall choake Thy breath and dull thy beauty with it's smoake This posted he hence to Armenias King There to implore his ayde which he will bring To front thy power nor doth he yet dispaire To dispossesse and fright thee from thy chaire Baiacet. First from my body shall he fright my soule And push me into dust Isaack make hast To muster vp our forces strike vp our Drummes Let them proclaime destruction through the world Cleare vp your dusty armour let it cast Such an amazing lustre on the Foe As if Bellona danc'd on euery crest The bright sunne of my glory is eclipsed Till Zemes be extinct he must not shine To dull my beames siâ—ce the whole heauen is mine Call
newes from Selymus Messen. Euen nothing certaine Ambiguously he promis'd to be here As soone as I. Mesith. I' st euen so Muâ—ta We are quite dash't vndone Isaacke Lift vp your downe-cast spirits who comes here Mesith. Who Selymus Enter Selymus Musta. Where sweete Isaack doe not tell him That we were sending forth faith's latest breath Isaac Enough I will not happy Selymus Bassaes Long liue great Selyâ—us Sely. We thanke you friends Your care hath fostered vp our infant hopes Beyond the pitch of expectation We heare that Baiazet is going now From hence to Constantinople my men Lie closely ambusht in the middle way Close by a ruinous city there expect A sudden on-set but till then farewell When we meete next our ensignes wau'd on high Shall shine like Meteors blazing in the skie Exit Isaac Fortunes best care goe with thee Mesith. Braue boy y'faith Musta. I shall adore him whilest I breath for this Isaac Againe in heart Let 's follow Baiazet come lads away The sunne of all his glory sets this day Exeunt Enter Selymus with souldiers Selym. Come on the honored youth of Tartary My brothers and joynt sharers of my woe Draw forth the weapons of inflam'd reuenge Against this horrid monsters Tyranny I â—eeme like Romes great Caesar when opprest With Pompeys grating malice he led forth His noble French-men through the snowy Alpes I haue my Curio Isaacke in the Court And Cherseogles like grim Catoes ghost Soothes the rough humour of fierce Baiazet These mens examples were we faint and loath Would set sharpe spurs vnto ourslow pac'd wrath And whet our dull-eged anger but I see In your smooth brow perfect alacrity We stand to thwart the passage of a feind Through whose wide yawning throat hath coasted downe The blood of Princes in continuall streames Ha's fed and pampered vp his appetite With the abhor'd destruction of his owne And glutted on the blood of jnnocents Stood wee like marble statues in his way And had no vse of policy and wit Our Irefull Prophet Mahomet would send Sence life and valour through our stony joynts That we might ruinate this gastly bore Made by some hellish fury to confound The order of this wondred Vniuerse I le grapple with the monster hee 's at hand If you stand firme the Common Wealth may bee A slaue to Baiazet but I le liue free Enter Baiazet Cherseogles Isaack Mesithes Mustapha Baia. No Drumme nor Trumpet hath disturb'd the ayre Within the reach of mine attention Isaac And I admire it ' â—were a miracle If that ambitious boy intend no harme Omnes What noyse is that A confused noyse of exclamation within arme arme arme Soldiers Helpe Baiazet the vauntgard 's almost slaine The Tartars lay in ambush Baia. What so neere Set vp our standard I le giue battell here Hang out defiance scorne and proud contempt Write in the blood-red colours of your plumes Summon our Army Enter a drum From these skirmishes Speake out the traitors doome in thine alarmes Thought he to daunt our courage Drum sounds Enter â—ouldiers seâ—erally dropping in sweating as from fight Valiant souldiers When I behold the manner of this warre Then treason copes with awfull Majestie A gracelesse sonne with his owne aged Sire Me thinks to bid you fight were full as vaine As to bid heauy clouds fall downe in raine But when I view the Chaos of the field And wild confusion striking valour dead I cald you not as Captaines doe to boyes To read a lecture of encouragement But that your auncient vertue may be showne In this my last defence I wish to dye Reueng'd that death sorts best with Majesty Drums sounding A confused noyse with clashing of armour Exâ—urrunt Baiazet and Selymus Baia. Selymus Selym. Baiazet Baiaz. Ioue lend me but a minutes patience Vnnaturall sonne Selymus Vencharitable Father Baia. Father My sword shall hew that title off And cut in twaine kindreds continued line By which thou canst deriue thy blood from mine Abortiue monster thou first breath of sinne We had but slender shaddowes of offence Till thou crepâ—st forth to the offended light The very masse and stocke of villanie Crimes in all others are but thy influence Nature ha's planted viprous crueltie In thy darke breast the scandall of her workes Her error and extract perfection Of vices the first well-head of bad things From whence the world of ills draw their weake springs Selym Then heare me speaketoo you haue bin to me No Father but a sowre Pedanticke wretch One that with frosty precepts striu'd to kill The flaming heate of my ambitious youth As vainely as to strangle fire with straw You sit so dayly houering on your Throne As if you 'd hatch new Monarchies to feed The hungry gulfe of your vnbridled pride Y 'aue surfettted on titles y 'aue ingrost Honor you are the moth of eminence And liberall fortunes answered your desires You had deflow'rd th' infinitie of Crownes With your adulterate ambition Y' are Soveraignties horse-leach and haue spild The blood of State to haue your owne veines fild Baia. Hold hold thy venom'd tongue if there be hid More of this kind vn-vttred I le rip vp Thy full fraught bosome and to saue mine eare Mine eyes shall ouerview what I 'le not heare Darst thou fight Traitor Selym. Dare Iâ— be eal'd a King Dare I vnsheath my sword or gather might If I dare ought of these I dare to fight Baia. Guard thee I 'de not omit the sweete desire And pleasure of revenge were heauen my hyre They fight Selymus is beaten off Baziazet pursues re-enters at another doore The slaue has scapt the power of my wrath Midst the disseur'd troups of scattered foes I lost him in a smoky cloud of dust So thicke as if the tendeâ— Queene of loue Had wrapt her brat Aeneas from my sight Enter Isaacke Mesithes Mustapha Isaack Ioy to my Liege of his last victory Mesith. The bold Tartarians flew like fearefull Harts Before the huâ—ters rage Baia. So let them fly Heaven raine downe vengeance on their cursed heads It is our honour that the frighted slaues Enter a 〈◊〉 Owe their liues deerest safeties to their heeles How now whence come you Dwar. From yonder hayricke Sir Baia. Didst thou see Selymus when he fled the field Dwar. No indeed I was two farre crept in Baia. O you are braue attendants Let 's forward in our journey these affaires Achomates must know his golden wish The people haue delayd perhaps hee le frowne And trample filiall duty vnder feete As this hath done but let them storme their fill Vertu 's not shipwrackt in a sea of ill Actus Quinti Scena Prima Enter Achomates alone with a bloody sword in his hand Achom. An honour'd Legate an Ambassadour As if that title like Medaâ—s charme Could stay the vntam'd spirit of my wrath Had he bin sent a messenger from heauen And spoke in thunder to the slauish world If he had roar'd one voice one sillable Crosse to my humour I