Whom you are pleas'd to grace However since it must be so You 'l find I can give place Soly. You had a place too near me and too high If but a little you remove From place of Empire or of love You soon become but as a stander-by One step descending from a shining Throne You to the darkest depth fall swiftly down Roxol. If I sat nearer to you than 't was fit For Empires Heraulds to admit I being born below and you above Pray call in Death and I 'le even then bring Love To these all places equal be For Love and Death know no degree Soly. I cannot Passions riddles understand Roxol. You still have present Death at your Command But former Love you have laid by Which being gone you know that I can Dye Weeps Soly. I better know that you have cause to weep Turns to Ianthe Ianthe all is calm within your Breast Retire into the quiet shade of sleep And let not watchfull fear divert your rest Let all the Nations of my Camp suffice As Guards to keep you from my Enemies For of your own You can have none Whilst I but as Loves Sent'nel on you wait Arm'd with his Bow at your Pavilion Gate Iant. Heav'n put it in your mighty mind Quickly to be More than to me To all the Valiant Rhodians kind And may you grieve to think how many mourn Till you shall end their griefs at my return Soly. You shall not Languish with delay But this is bus'ness for the day T is now so late at Night that all Loves spies Parents and Husbands too The watchfull and the Watcht seal up their Eyes And Lovers cease to woo Exeunt Haly Ianthe Roxol. You alter ev'ry year the Worlds known face Whilst Cities you remove and Nations chace These great mutations which with shril And ceaseless sounds Fame's Trumpet fill And shall seem wonders in her brazen Books Much lesâ— amaze me than your alter'd looks Where I can read your Loves more fatal change Soly. You make my frowns yet seem to think them strange Roxol. You seek a Stranger and abandon me Soly. Strange Coasts are welcome after Storms at Sea Roxol. That various mind will wander very farr Which more than home a forein Land preferrs Soly. The wise for quietness when civil Warr Does rage at home turn private Travailers Roxol. Your loves long frost has made my bosom cold Soly. Let not the cause be in your Story told Roxol. A colder heart Death's hand has never felt But t is such Ice as you may break or melt She weeps Soly. I never shall complain When you are wet with Rain Which softer passion does thus gently powr What more in Season is than such a showr You still through little Clouds would lovely show Were all your April-weather calm as now But March resembles more your haughty Mind Froward and loud oftner than calmly kind Weather which may not inconvenient prove To Country Lovers born but to make love Who grieve not when they mutual kindness doubt But with indiff'rence meet a frown or smile As having frequent leisure to fall out And their divided breasts to reconcile Roxol. The world had less sad bus'ness known if you Had been ordain'd for so much leisure too Soly. Monarchs who onward still with Conquest move Can only for their short diversion love When a black Cloud in Beauties sky appears They cannot wait till Time the Tempest clears Whilst they to save a sullen Mistress stay The worlds Dominion may be cast away Roxol. Why is Dominion priz'd above Wise Natures great concernment Love Soly. Of Heav'n what have we found which we do more And sooner than exceeding Pow'r adore The wond'rous things which that Chief Pow'r has done Are to those early Spies our Senses shown And must at length to Reason be assur'd Yet how or what Heav'n loves is much obscur'd And our uncertain love Perhaps not bred above But in low Regions like the wand'ring winds Shews diff'rent Sexes more than equal Minds Roxol. Your love indeed is prone to change And like the wandring Wind does range The gale a while tow'rds Cyprus blew It turn'd to Creet and stronger grew Then on the Lycian shore it favour'd me But now Ianthe seeks in Sicily Soly. In progresses of Warr and Love Victors with equal haste must move And in attempts of either make no stay They can but Visit Conquer and away Roxol. Love's most Victorious and most cruel Foe Forsake me and to meaner Conquests go To Warrs where you may Sack and Over run Till your Success has all the World undone Advance those Trophies which you ought to hide For wherefore are they rais'd But to have slaughter prais'd And courage which is but applauded pride Soly. In so much Rain I knew a Gust would come I 'le shun the rising Storm and give it room Roxol. Loves Foes are ever hasty in Retreat You can march off but 't is for fear Lest you should hear Those Mournings which your cruelties beget Soly. The fear is wise which you upbray'd For whilst thus terrible you grow I must confess I am affraid And not asham'd of being so Roxol. Go where you cover greater fear Than that which you dissemble here Where you breed ill your mis-begotten Fame When charging Armies and assaulting Towns You ravish Nations with as little shame As now you shew in your injurious frowns Soly. If we grow fearfull at the face of Warr You justly may our terrour blame Since by your darings we might learn to dare Would you as well could teach us shame Roxol. Your fears appear even in your darings great You would not else sound cheerfull Trumpets when The charge begins whilst Drumms with Clamour beat To raise the courage of your mighty Men. With Warrs loud Musick showts are mingled too Which boastingly such cruel deeds proclaim As Beasts through thickest Furrs would blush to do Your wives may breed up Wolves to teach you shame Soly. T is not still dang'rous when you angry grow For Roxolana you can anger show To those whom you perhaps can never hate This passion is but you have crimes of State Roxol. Call Nature to be Judge what have I done Soly. You have a Husband lost to save a Son Roxol. Sultan that Son is yours as much mine Soly. He has some lustre got in Fight But yet beyond the dawning light Of his new glory Mustapha does shine Who is the Pledge of my Circasian Wife And from my blood as great a share of life May challenge as your Son Has he not worn A Victors Wreath He is my Eldest born Roxol. Because her Son the Empire shall enjoy Must therefore strangling Mutes my Sons destroy Since Eldest born you may him Empire give But mine as well as he were born to Live They may as yours though by a second Wife Inherit that which Nature gave them Life Soly. Whilst any Life I shew by any breath Who dares approach them in the shape of Death Roxol. When you to
it seems so much to see And be possest of me Tell him I shall not fly beyond his reach Would he could dare to meet me in the Breach Exit Ianthe Tell him tell him Oh no Alphonso no Let never man thy weakness know Thy suddain fall will be a shame To Man's and Vertue 's Name Alphonso's false for what can falser be Then to suspect that falshood dwels in me Could Solyman both Life and Honour give And can Alphonso me of both deprive Of both Alphonso for believe Ianthe vvill disdain to live So long as to let others see Thy true and her imputed infamy No more let Lovers think they can possess More then a Month of happiness We thought our Hold of it was strong We thought our Lease of it was long But now that all may ever happy prove Let never any love And yet these troubles of my love to me Shall shorter then the pleasures be I 'le till to morrow last then the Assault Shall finish my misfortune and his fault I to my Enemies shall doubly owe For saving me before for killing now Exit Enter Villerius Admiral Adm. From out the Camp a valiant Christian Slave Escap'd and to our Knights assurance gave That at the break of day Their Mine will play Vill. Oft Martiningus struck and try'd the ground And Counter-digg'd and has the hollows found We shall prevent Their dire intent Where is the Duke whose valour strives to keep Rhodes still awake which else would dully sleep Adm. His Courage and his Reason is o'rethrown Vill. Thou sing'st the sad destruction of our Town Adm. I met him wild as all the winds When in the Ocean they contest And diligent Suspition finds He is with jealousie possest Vill. That Arrow once misdrawn must ever rove O weakness sprung from mightiness of love O pitty'd Crime Alphonso will be overthrown Unless we take this Ladder down Where though the Rounds are broke He does himself provoke Too hastily to Climbe Adm. Invisibly as dreams Fame's wings Fly every where Hov'ring all Day o're Palaces of Kings At Night she lodges in the people's eare Already they perceive Alphonso wild And the belov'd Ianthe griev'd Vill. Let us no more by Honour be beguil'd This Town can never be reliev'd Alphonso and Ianthe being lost Rhodes thou dost cherish life with too much cost Chorus Away unchain the streets unearth the Ports Pull down each Barracade Which womens fears have made And bravely fally out from all the Forts Drive back the Crescents and advance the Cross Or sink all humane Empires in our loss Chorus of Wives 1. 1. THis cursed Jealousie what is 't 2. 'T is Love that has lost it self in a Mist 3. 'T is Love being frighted out of his wits 4. 'T is Love that has a Fever got Love that is violently hot But troubled with cold and trembling fits 'T is yet a more unnatural evil 'T is the God of Love 't is the God of Love possest with a Divel 2. 1. ' This rich corrupted wine of Love Which sharpest vinegar does prove 2. From all the sweet Flowers which might Honey make It does a deadly poyson bring 3. Strange Serpent which it self does sting 4. It never can sleep and dreams still awake 5. It stuffs up the Marriage-bed with thorns It gores it selfe it gores it self with imagin'd horns The End of the Fourth Entry The Fifth Entry The ENTRY is again prepar'd by Instrumental Musick The Scene is chang'd into a Representation of a general Assault given to the Town the greatest fury of the Army being discern'd at the English Station Enter Pirrhus Pirrhus TRaverse the Canon mount the Batrys higher More Gabions and renew the Blinds Like dust they powder spend And to our faces send The heat of all the Element of fire And to their Backs have all the winds Enter Mustapha Musta More Ladders and reliefs to scale The Fire-crooks are too short Help help to hale That Battlement is loose and strait will down Point well the Canon and play fast Their fury is too hot to last That Rampire shakes they fly into the Town Pirrh March up with those Reserves to that Redout Faint slaves the Janizaries reel They bend they bend and seem to feel The terrours of a Rout. Musta Old Zanger halts and re-inforcment lacks Pirrh March on Musta Advance those Pikes and charge their Backs Enter Solyman Solym. Those Platforms are too low to reach Haste haste call Haly to the Breach Can my domestique Janizaries flye And not adventure life for victory Whose child-hood with my Palace-milk I fed Their youth as if I were their Parent bred What is this Monster Death that our poor Slaves Still vext with toyl are loth to rest in Graves Musta If life so pretious be why do not they Who in War's trade can onely live by prey Their own afflicted lives expose To take the happier from their foes Pirrh Our Troops renew the Fight And those that sally'd out To give the Rout Are now return'd in flight Solym. Follow follow follow make good the Line In Pirrhus in Look we have sprung the Mine Exit Pirrhus Musta Those desp'rate English n'er will fly Their firmness still does hinder others flight As if their Mistresses were by To see and praise them whilst they fight Solym. That flame of valour in Alphonso's eyes Outshines the light of all my victories Those who were slain when they his Bulwark storm'd Contented fell As vanquish'd well Those who were left alive may now Because their valour is by his reform'd Hope to make others bow Musta E're while I in the English station saw Beauty that did my wonder forward draw Whose valour did my Forces back disperse Fairer than Woman and then Man more fierce It shew'd such courage as disdain'd to yield And yet seem'd willing to be kill'd Solym. This Vision did to me appear Which mov'd my pitty and my fear It had a Dress much like the Imag'rie For Heroes drawn and may Ianthe be Enter Pirrhus Pirrh Fall on the English stoop when they give fire They seem to furl their Colours and retire Solym. Advance I onely would the honour have To conquer two whom I by force would save Enter Alphonso with his Sword drawn Alph. My reason by my Courage is misled Why chase I those who would from dying fly Enforcing them to sleep amongst the dead Yet keep my self unslain that fain would die Do not the Pris'ners whom we take declare How Solyman proclaim'd through all his Host That they Ianthe's life and mine should spare Life ill preserv'd is worse then basely lost Mine by dispatch of War he will not take But means to leave it lingring on the Rack That in his Palace I might live and know Her shame and be afraid to call it so Tyrants and Divels think all pleasures vain But what are still deriv'd from others pain Enter Admirall Adm. Renown'd Alphonso thou hast fought to day As if all Asia were thy valour's
ambitious Manhood be exprest More then by marks of our disdain of rest VVhat less then toyls incessant can despite Of Canon raise these Mounts to Castle-height Or less then utmost or unweary'd strength Can draw these Lines of Batt'ry to that length Soly. The toils of Ants and Mole-hills rais'd in scorn Of Labour to be levell'd with a Spurn These are the Pyramids that shew your pains But of your Armies valour where remains One Trophy to excuse a Bassa's boast Pirrh Valour may reckon what she bravely lost Not from Successes all her Count does raise By life well lost we gain a share of praise If we in dangers Glass all Valour see And Death the farthest step of danger be Behold our Mount of Bodies made a Grave And prize our loss by what we scorn'd to save Soly. Away range all the Camp for an Assault Tell them they tread in Graves who make a halt Fat Slaves who have been lull'd to a Disease Cramm'd out of breath and crippled by their ease Whose active Fathers leapt o're Walls too high For them to climbe Hence from my anger fly Which is too worthy for thee being mine And must be quench'd by Rhodian blood or thine Exit Pirrhus bowing In Honour's Orb the Christians shine Their light in War does still increase Though oft misled by mists of Wine Or blinder love the Crime of Peace Bold in Adult'ries frequent change And ev'ry loud expensive Vice Ebbing out wealth by ways as strange As it flow'd in by a varice Thus vildly they dare live and yet dare dye If Courage be a vertue 't is allow'd But to those few on whom our Crowns rely And is condemn'd as madness in the Crowd Enter Mustapha Ianthe veil'd Musta Great Sultan Hail though here at Land Lost Fools in opposition in stand Yet thou at Sea dost all command Soly. What is it thou wouldst shew and yet dost shrowd Musta I bring the Morning pictur'd in a Cloud A Wealth more worth then all the Sea does hide Or Courts display in their triumphant pride Soly. Thou seem'st to bring the Daughter of the Night And giv'st her many Stars to make her bright Dispatch my wonder and relate her Story Musta 'T is full of Fate and yet ha's much of Glory A Squadron of our Gallies that did ply West from this Coast met two of Cicily Both fraught to furnish Rhodes we gave 'em chace And had but for our Number met disgrace For grapling they maintain'd a bloody Fight Which did begin with Day and end with Night And though this bashful Lady then did wear Her Face still vail'd her valour did appear She urg'd their courage when they boldly Fought And many shun'd the dangers which she sought Soly. Where are the limits thou wouldst set for praise Or to what height wilt thou my wonder raise Must This is Ianthe the Cicilian Flower Sweeter then Buds unfolded in a shower Bride to Alphonso who in Rhodes so long The Theam has been of each Heroick Song And she for his relief those Gallies fraught Both stow'd with what her Dow'r and Jewels bought Soly. O wond'rous vertue of a Christian Wife Adven'tring lifes support and then her Life To save her ruin'd Lord Bid her unvail Ianthe steps back Ianthe It were more honour Sultan to assail A publique strength against thy forces bent Then to unwall this private Tenement To which no Monarch but my Lord has right Nor will it yield to Treaty or to Might Where Heaven's great Law defends him from surprise This Curtain onely opens to his eyes Soly. If Beauty vail'd so vertuous be 'T is more then Christian Husbands know VVhose Ladies wear their faces free Which they to more then Husband show Ianthe Your Bassa swore and by his dreadful Law None but my Lords dear hand this Vail should draw And that to Rhodes I should conducted be To take my share of all his destiny Else I had quickly found Sure means to get some vvound VVhich vvould in Deaths cold Arms My honour instant safety give From all those rude Alarms VVhich keep it vvaking vvhilst I live Soly. Hast thou ingag'd our Prophets plight To keep her Beauty from my sight And to conduct her Person free To harbour with mine Enemy Musta Vertue constrain'd the privildge I gave Shall I for sacred Vertue pardon crave Soly. I envy not the conquests of thy Sword Thrive still in wicked VVar But Slave how did'st thou dare In vertuous Love thus to transcend thy Lord Thou did'st thy utmost vertue show Yet somewhat more does rest Not yet by thee exprest Which vertue left for me to do Thou great example of a Christian VVife Enjoy thy Lord and give him happy Life Thy Gallies with their fraight For which the Hungry wait Shall strait to Rhodes conducted be And as thy passage to him shall be free So both my safe return to Cicilie Ianthe May Solyman be ever far From impious honours of the VVar Since worthy to receive renown From things repair'd not overthrown And when in peace his vertue thrives Let all the race of Loyal VVives Sing this his bounty to his Glory And teach their Princes by his story Of which if any Victors be Let them because he conquer'd me Strip cheerfully each others Brow And at his feet their Laurel throw Soly. Strait to the Port her Gallies steer Then hale the Sentry at the Peer And though our Flags ne'r use to bow They shall do Vertue homage now Give Fire still as she passes by And let our Streamers lower fly Exeunt several waies Chorus of Women 1. LEt us live live for being dead The pretty Spots Ribbands and Knots And the fine French dress for the Head No Lady wears upon her In the cold cold bed of Honour Beat down our Grottoes and hew down our Bow'rs Dig up our Arbours and root up our Flowers Our Gardens are Bulwarks and Bastions become Then hang up our Lutes we must sing to the Drum 2. Our Patches and our Curles So exact in each Station Our Powders and our Purls Are now out of Fashion Hence with our Needles and give us your Spades We that were Ladies grow course as our Maids Our Coaches have drove us to Balls at the Court We now must drive Barrovvs to earth up the Port The End of the second Entry The Third Entry The ENTRY is again prepar'd by Instrumental Musick The further part of the Scene is open'd and a Royal Pavilion appears display'd representing Solimans Imperial Throne and about it are discern'd the Quarters of his Bassa's and Inferiour Officers Enter Soliman Pirrhus Mustapha Solym. PIrrhus Draw up our Army wide Then from the Gross two strong Reserves divide And spread the wings As if we were to fight In the lost Rhodians sight With all the Western Kings Each wing with Janizaries line The Right and Left to Hally's Sons assigne The Gross to Zangiban The Main Artillery With Mustapha shall be Bring thou the Rear We lead the Van. Pirrhus It
safety much suspect Which she too nobly does neglect A shout within Vill. You hear them Admiral Adm. Agen the people call Our hast provoking by a shout Vill. Go hang a Flag of Treaty out High on Saint Nich'las Fort Then clear the Western port To make renown'd Ianthe way Shout agen Adm. Heark they grow loud That tide the Crowd Will not for Lovers leisure stay Mar. That storm by suddenness prevails And makes us lower all our Sails Vill. To Mustapha I 'l strait a Herald send That Solyman may melt when he shall know How much we on his mighty mind depend By trusting more than Rhodes to such a Foe Exeunt Villerius Admiral Marshal Alph. How long Ianthe should I grieve If I perceiv'd you could believe That I the Rhodians can so much esteem As to adventure you to rescue them Yet I for Rhodes would frankly hazard all That I could mine and not Ianthes call But now I yield to let you go A pledge of Treaty to the foe In hope that saving Rhodes you may Prepare to Cicily your way Were Rhodes subdu'd Ianthe being there Ianthe should the only loss appear Iant. Much from us both is to the Rhodians due But when I sue for Rhodes it is for you Alph. Ianthe we must part you shall rely On hope whilst I in parting learn to Dye Iant. Take back that hope your dealing is not fair To give me hope and leave your self despair Alph. I will but dream of Death and then As virtuously as Dying men Let me to scape from future punishment Come to a clear confession and repent Iant. I cannot any story fear Which of Alphonso I shall hear Unless his Foes in malice tell it wrong Alph. Ianthe my confession is not long For since it tells what folly did commit Against your honour shame will shorten it Iant. Lend me a little of that shame For I perceive I grow too blame In practising to guess what it can be Alph. It is my late ignoble Jealousie Though parting now seems Death yet but forgive That crime and after parting I may Live And as I now again great sorrow show Though I repented well for it before So let your pardon with my sorrows grow You much forgave me but forgive me more Iant. Away Away How soon will this augment The troubled peoples fears When they shall see me by Alphonso sent To treat for Rhodes in tears Alph. What in your absence shall I do Worthy of Fame though not of you Iant. By patience not by action now Your virtue must successfull grow A shout within Alph. In throngs the longing people wait Your comming at the Palace gate Let me attend you to the Peer Iant. But we must leave our sorrows here Let not a Rhodian witness be Of any grief in you or me For Rhodes by seeing us at parting mourn Will look for weeping Clouds at my return Exeunt The Scene is Chang'd to the Camp of Solyman the Tents and Guards seem near and part of Rhodes at a distance Enter Solyman Pirrhus Rustan Pirrh NOne Glorious Sultan can your Conquest doubt When Rhodes has hung a Flagg of Treaty out Soly. Thy courage haughty Rhodes When I account the Odds Thou hast oppos'd by long and vain defence Is but a braver kind of Impudence Thou knew'st my strength but thou didst better know How much I priz'd the brav'ry's of a Foe Pirrh Their Sallies were by stealth and faint of late Soly. Can flowing Valour stay at standing flood Pirrh No it will quickly from the mark abate Rust. And then soon shew the Dead low Ebb of Blood Soly. When those who did such mighty Deeds before Shall less but by a little do It shews to me and you Old Pirrhus that they mean to do no more By Treaty they but boldly begg a Peace Pirrh Shall I command that all our Battries cease Soly. You may then draw our our-Guards to the Line Pirrh And I 'l prevent the springing of the Mine Exit Enter Mustapha Must Villerius sends his Homage to your feet And to declare how low The pride of Rhodes can bow Ianthe will be here to Kneel and Treat Rust What more can fortune in your favour do Beauty which Conquers Victors yields to you Solym. What wandring Star does lead her forth Can she Who scorn'd a Passport for her Liberty Vouchsafe to come and Treat without it now The first did Glory this respect may show Pow'rs best Religion she Perhaps does civilly believe To be establish'd and reform'd in me Which counsels Monarchs to forgive Enter Pirrhus Pirrh A second Morn begins to break from Rhodes And now that threatning Skie grows clear Which was o're cast with smoke of Cannon-Clouds The fair Ianthe does appear Soly. Pirrhus our Forces from the Trenches lead And open as our Flying Ensigns spread And Mustapha let her Reception be As great as is the Faith she has in me I keep high Int'rest hid in this command Which you with safety may Implicitly obey But not without your Danger understand Your try'd obedience I shall much engage Joyn'd to the prudence of your practis'd age Must We are content with age because we live So long beneath your sway Pirrh Age makes us fit t' obey Commands which none but Solyman can give Exeunt Pirrhus Mustapha Rustan Soly. Of spacious Empire what can I enjoy Gaining at last but what I first Destroy T is fatal Rhodes to thee And troublesome to me That I was born to govern swarms Of Vassals boldly bred to arms For whose accurs'd diversion I must still Provide new Towns to Sack new Foes to Kill Excuse that Pow'r which by my Slaves is aw'd For I shall find my peace Destroy'd at home unless I seek for them destructive Warr abroad Exit Enter Roxolana Haly Pirrhus Mustapha Rustan Pages VVomen Roxol. Th' Ambassadors of Persia are they come Haly. They seek your Favour and attend their Doom Roxol. The Vizier Bashaw did you bid him wait Haly. Sultana he does here expect his Fate Roxol. You take up all our Sultans bosome now Have we no place but that which you allow Rust Your Beautious greatness does your ear incline To Rumors of those crimes which are not mine My Foes are prosp'rous in their diligence And turn ev'n my submission to offence Roxol. Rustan your Glories rise and swell too fast You must shrink back and shall repent your haste Must Th' Egyptian presents which you pleas'd t' assign As a Reward to th' Eunuch Salladine Are part of those allotments Haly had Roxol. Let a Division be to Haly made Pirrh Th' Armenian Cities have their Tribute paid And all the Georgian Princes sue for ay'd Roxol. Those Cities Mustapha deserve our care Pirrhus send succours to the Georgian Warr. Must Th' Embassador which did the Jewels bring From the Hungarian Queen does Audience crave Roxol. Pirrhus be tender of her Infant King Who dares Destory that Throne which I would save Rust Sultana humbly at your feet I fall Do not
Tent Your Valour Mustapha serv'd to convay Loves fresh supplies You Souldiers can make way Was it not greatly done to bring her here Must Duty in that did over-rule my fear It was the Mighty Solymans command Roxol. Thou fatal Fool how canst thou think To find a Basis where thou firm mayest stand On those rough Waters where I sink Must. If Roxolana were not rank'd above Mankind she strait would fall Before that Pow'r which all The valiant follow and the virtuous love Roxol. I grow immortal for I Life disdain Which ill with thy dislike of Dying suits Yet thou for safety fear'st great pow'r in vain Who here art but a Subject to my Mutes Mastapha Draws a Parchment Must Peruse the dreaded Will of anger'd Pow'r Toucht with the Signet of the Emperour It does enjoyn Ianthes safety here She must be sought with Love and serv'd with Fear This disobey'd your Mutes who still make haste To cruelty may rest for want of breath T is order'd they shall suddenly be past Their making signs and shall be dumb with Death This dreadfull Doom from Solyman I give But if his will which is our Law Be met with an obedient awe The Empress then may long in triumph Live She weeps Roxol. Begon thy Duty is officious fear If I am soft enough to grieve It is to see the Sultan leave The Warring World and end his Conquests here Crawl to my Sultan still officious grow Ebb with his love and with his anger flow Exit Mustapha Haly. Preserve with temper your Imperial mind And till you can express Your wrath with good success By angring others to your self be kind Roxol. If thou canst weep thou canst endure to bleed Men who Compassion feel have Valour too I shall thy Courage more than Pitty need Dar'st thou contrive as much as I dare do Haly. I 'le on as far as weary Life can go Roxol. Then I shall want no aid to my design Wee 'l digg below them and blow up their Mine Exeunt The Fourth Act. The Scene returns to that of the Town Beleaguer'd Enter Solyman Mustapha Rustan Soly. CAn Roxolana such a Rival bear Must She has her fits of courage and of fear As she does high against your anger grow So trusting strait your Love she stoops as low Soly. Her Chamber-Tempests I have known too well She quickly can with winds of passion swell And then as quickly has the Womans pow'r Of laying Tempests with a weeping showr What looks does the detain'd Ianthe shew Must She still is calm in all her fears Rust. And seems so Lovely in her Tears As when the Mornings face is washt in Dew Enter Pirrhus Pirrh The world salutes you Sultan Ev'ry Pow'r Does shrink before your Throne and ev'ry how'r A flying Packet or an Agent brings From Asia Afrique and European Kings Soly. With Packets to old Zanger go Who free'd from action can with sleep dispence And having little now to do May read dull Volumes of Intelligence These Writing-Princes covet to seem wise In Packets and by formal Embassies They would with Symphonies of civil words Sweet sounds of Court charm rudeness from our Swords Teach us to lay our Gauntlets by That they unarm'd and harmlessly From farthest Realms by Proxy might shake hands And off'ring useless friendship save their Lands Exeunt Enter Villerius Alphonso Admiral Marshal Adm. He came disguis'd who brought your Letter here And sought such privacy as argu'd fear Mar. But Sov'raign Master yours did seem to be Convey'd by one less pain'd with Secresie Who does for answer stay Vill. Mine came from Mustapha It would import a promising increase Of our Conditions by approaching peace But does request us to consent That fair Ianthe may yet longer stay In pow'rfull Roxolana's Tent And that request we understand As a command Which though we would not grant we must obey Alph. Mine by a Christian Slave was brought Who from the E'unuch Bassa Haly came And was by Roxolana wrote See the Sultana's Signet and her Name She writes but oh why have I breath To tell how much 't is worse than Death Not to be Dead Ere I agen this Letter read Adm. Oh my prophetick fear Alph. She writes that if I hold my honour dear Or if Ianthe does that honour prize I should with all the art Of love confirm her heart And strait from Solyman divert her Eyes Adm. Who knows what end this dire beginning bodes Alph. And here she likewise says He to Ianthe lays A closer Siege than ere he did to Rhodes Adm. Ianthe I will still my Love pursue Aside Be kind to thee and to Alphonso true But Loves small policies Great Honour now Will hardly to my Rival-ship allow Those little Arts bold Duke I must lay by And urge thy Courage more than Jealousie Vill. Where is thy honour now fam'd Eastern Lord Adm. Why sought we not his Passport or his Word Alph. How durst Ianthe have so little fear As to believe That in the Camp she could receive Freedome from him who did besiege her here Adm. Whilst in her own dispose she here remain'd I of the brav'ry of her trust complain'd Her gen'rous faith too meanly was deceiv'd And must not be upbraided but reliev'd Vill. To rescue Rhodes she did her self forsake And Rhodes shall nobly pay that virtue back Alph. Great Master what shall poor Alphonso do Since all he has Ianthe's is And now in this Must owe Ianthe and her fame to you Vill. If any virtue can in Valour be Adm. Or any Valour in a Rhodian Knight Alph. Or any Lover can have Loyalty Vill. Or any Warriour can in Love delight Mar. If absence makes not mighty Love grow less Adm. Or gentle Lovers can compassion feel Alph. If Loyal Beauty when in deep distress Can melt our hearts and harden all our Steel Vill. Then let us here in sacred Vows combine My Vow is seal'd They joyn their Swords Adm. And mine Mar. And mine Alph. And trebly mine Vill. Behold us Fame then stay thy flight And hover o're our Towers to Night Fresh wings together with the Morning take As early as afflicted Lovers wake Then Tell the World that we have joyn'd our Swords But 't is for griev'd Ianthe not for Rhodes Alph. Now we shall prosper who were weary grown In Rhodes and never could successfull prove When Empire led us forth to seek Renown For honour should no Leader have but Love Exeunt omnes The Scene is Chang'd Being wholly fill'd with Roxolana's Rich Pavilion Wherein is discern'd at distance Ianthe sleeping on a Couch Roxolana at one End of it and Haly at the other Guards of Eunuchs are Discover'd at the wings of the Pavilion Roxolana having a Turkish Embroidered Handkerchief in her left hand And a naked Ponyard in her right Roxol. THou dost from beauty Solyman As much refrain as nature can Who making Beauty meant it should be lov'd But how can I my Station keep Till thou Ianthe art by Death remov'd To Dye when