in Orchanes great throne And sacrifice due rites to Mahomet Yet why enough I le on and dung the Earth With Christians rotted trunckes that froÌ„ that soyle May spring more Cadmean Monsters to orecome theÌ„ Captaines what Conntries next shal we make flow With Channels of their bloud Euren. To Servia my Lord there are troupes of armes Gathered to resist Mahometans Chase. At Bulgaria there they set on fire The Countries as they passe 't were good we haste Amur. Why they doe well we like of their desire To make the flame in which themselves must fry Ruine destruction famine and the sword Shall all invade them Sunne stay thou thy flight And see the snakes in their owne River drencht Whilâ—…t with their bloud our furious thirst is queâ—…cht Scaena 3. Actus 3. Enter in aermes Lazarus Despot of Servia Sesmenos Governour of Bulgaria Lazar. Whether Bulgaria whether must we flye The Butcherous Turâ—…e's at hand Blest Sanctity If thou didst ere guard goodnesse wall our towers Bring strength into our Nerves For in thy cause Our Brests upon their Rapiers we will run We 'll with just hope 〈◊〉 the tyrants rage Meet him in the face fury will â—…de us armes There is a power can guard us from aâ—…l harmes Sesm. Let 's be suâ—…dain for we'â—… not find scope To see our haps Who most doth feare may hope Enter to them Cobelitz Cobel. Governor Captaines hast unto your armes The dangers imminent and the Turke 's at hand Lazar. Cobelitz must we still wade thus deepe In blood and terror Cob. Yes Servia we must we should we ought Ease and successe keeps basenesse company Shall we not blush to see the register Of those great Romans and Heroicke Greekes Which did those acts at which our hearts are struck Beneath all credence onely to win fame And shall not we for that Eternall name To live without all credence even to win fame Is not to know life's chiefe and better parts To us of future hopes calamity Must helpe to purchase immortality Ses. Well spoke true Châ—…istian they who still live high And snoare in prais'd applause nere know to beare A contuâ—…ely or checke a fate Wisely to steere a Ship or guide an Army Vndanted hardinesse is requisite O then le ts to our weapoâ—…s make him yeild They which deny all right ofâ—…give't i th' Field Enter Christian Souldiers falling out amongst them seâ—…es fighting confusedly Cob. Why Gentlemen we want no foes to fight Nor need we turne our weapons on our selves One Souldier speakes as drunk 1. You lazy rogue what come in my Cabinet 2. Conspiring slave you murmur'd gin's th' allowance And wouldâ—…t perswade upon a larger pay Aâ—…swer the other To betray all Garrisons and turne Turâ—… Thou halfe Can-carousing rascall I le teare thee And those treacherous veines of thine will you see Llew-â—…ackets Will you see your Corporall wrong'd Well since I fight for victuals for company Vse now your swords and Bucklers The other to his mâ—…n Here they all fall by the â—…ares Lazar. Treason the next man that speakes or strikes a blow Sold. Then shall our Laundresses fight for us 2. Why Amazoâ—…s Baudicans come helpe to scratch Enter some Truls 〈◊〉 both sides thâ—…y fight and scrâ—…ch Sesm. O Cobelitz what way shall we appease them Truls scold conâ—…usedly thus 1. Trull Out thy Corporal huswife hath the itch You now will have foule washing Drab I le teare your mouth 2. An inch or two yet wider Cob. What souldiers thinke you each distastfull word Given moâ—…gst your selves so strong an obloquie The Generall parts them with his sword That revenge spurs you to each others death And will not seeke to wash those blasphemies In Seas of their foule blood which they belcht out By our approaching foes against the Essence Of the Eternall Laz. Leave leave these factions cease these Mutinies A Drum from the Turke 's Camâ—… Harke their Drums take advantage of these stirreâ—… Let us oppose our strength against our foe And in our Campe let not one souldier be Who will not finde and strike his Enemies Cob. Now blest guider and great strength of armes If in thy secret and hid decree Thou hast not yet appointed the full time Wherein thou meanest to tame this tyger Who dare murmur against thine hidden will Be we slaine now there 's victory in store Which when thou pleasest thou 't give not before Give us still strength of patience not to wish A funerall honour unto all the world When we are perishing we 'l still beleeve Those dangers worth our death we undergoe Whilst who is ours is all alike thy foe Should fortune loose this day when we are slaine Thou canst give hands and strength and men againâ—… On thee we trust then and on thee beare Scorning for Heavens sake to shed a teare Scaena 4. Actus 3. A march within excursions alarmes Enter as Conquerours Cairadin Bassa Scahin leading young men Christians Prisoners Schah. Bassa we thanke thy valor and discretion In finding fit occasion to invade The mutinons Christians these Captives here Shall be good presents to our worthy Master Bassa Generall now trust me these young slaves To be full of Valor they have mettall in them Schah. Yes and to his Highnesse shall performe A service which I long have thought upon And which his Turkisâ—… Majesty requires They 'l fit to be a neare attendant guard On all occasions to the Emperour Therefore they shall be called 〈◊〉 By me first instituted for our Princes safeties sake Bass. Their vigor and strong hearts becomes such service For to orecome them made our soldiers sweat Much Turkish blood the Servians kept the Fight With stubborne hard resistance The Bulgarians Left the right wing there set I forward first And like a torrent rowl'd destruction on Raising huge stormes of bloud as doth the Whale Puffe up the Waves against a mighty Ship Me thinkes I see the Rivers of their gore Their Leaders trampled on by Turkish Horse The body of their army quite disperst Themselves all floating in Vermillian pooles With their owne weapons hasting to their death And such a slaughter did we make of them As Nature scarce can ere repaire againe One hasting to others death pulling to ground Him that held up so they each other drown'd Scah. Still are they confident upon a power They know not what who as they think can snatch Their praecise soules from out the jawes of death Bass. Yes such a superstition doth possesse them For when they lookt for nothing but their fate And danger stood in sweat upon their browes They yet scorn'd Mahomâ—…t and prophan'd his rites And nought but horror made them to beleeve him So many men were fighting on his side As might have chang'd my seat and part i th' world Though Nature stood against to a new place Or carry Sestos whereby Abydos stands Or pull downe Atlas with so many hands Scaena 5. Actus 3. Enter Amurath with Embassadour from Germaine Ogly
more conspicuous thing Than forme or beauty so like a forward spring Nothing more short Menthâ—… Madam divine 〈◊〉 of a change Beliefe Is too too proâ—…e in entertaining griefe Eum. Our Lord attends to enter in And surely sleepe envyeth his deligâ—…t For he sits heauy on my drowsie liddes Draw all our Curtaiâ—…es sleepe beguiles our earâ—…s Menthe. Madam good night time helpes suspitious feares Exit Menthe. This Song is to be sung in the Musicke roome Dreames to soft Musicke now when she lookes she 's dreaming 〈…〉 sent to Elisium Drop golden showers gentle sleepe And all the Angels of the Night Which doe us in protection keepe Make this Queene dreame of delight Morpheus be kind a little and be Deaths now true Image for 't will prove To this poore Queene that then thou art hee Her grave is made i' th Bed of love Thus with sweet sweets can Heaven mixe gall And marriage turne to Funerall Scaena 3. Actus 2. Enter Amurath in his Night robâ—…s â—… Taper in his hand seâ—…mes much disturbed speâ—…kes Amur. Turke Amurath slave nay something baser King For all aery titles which the Gods Have blasted man withall to make them swell With puft up honour and ambitious wind This name of King holds greatest antipathy With manly government for if we waigh 'T is subjects and not Kings beare all the sway Each whispered mur mur from their idle breath Condemnes a King to Infamy to death Were there a Metempsucocosis of soules And nature should a free Election grant What things they afterwards would reinforme The vaine and haughtiâ—…st minds the Sun ere saw Would chuse it's Cottage in some Shepheards flesh Nay be confin'd within some Dog or Cat Than Antique like prancke in a Kings gay-clothes Were I no King and had no Majesty I had more than all Kings blest liberty And without rumor might enjoy my choyce Not fâ—…aring Censure of each popular voâ—…ce Poore men may love and none their wils correct But all turne Satyres of a Kings affect O my base greatnesse What disasterovs starre Profest it selfe a Midwife at my birth To shape me into such prodigious States But hence regard of tongues Were we a Saint Some envious tongue would dare our names to taint And he from slander is at securest rest Not that hath none but that regards it least Open you envious Curtaines here 's a sight Drawes the Curtain That might commend the act of Love so Chast Were now the chariot-guider of the Sunne Weary on 's taske and would intreat a day Of Heauen to rest in here 's a radiant Looke That might be fixt i th' midst o th' Axletree And in despight of darke conspiring Clouds She would out-shine Sunne Moone and all the Stars O I could court thee now my sweet a fresh Mixing a kisâ—…e with every period Telling the Lillies how they are but wanne Earth in the vernant spring is dull and darke Compar'd with this aspect the Aeasterne ayre Famed with the wings of Mercury and â—…ove Infectious but compar'd with this perfume Hence then th' ambition of that furious youth Who knew not what a crime his rashnesse was I might orecome more Kingdomes have more dominion Enthrone my selfe an Emperor o th' world I might I might Amurath thou mightst The Christians now will scoffe at Mahomet Perchance they sent this wretch thus to inchant me O my perplexed thoughts tush I le to bed Should the commanding Thunder of the Gods Prohibite me or strike me in the act Talke on vaine rumor fame I dare thy worst Call me a Lusty Lazy wanton Coward Should I win all the world my breath once fled My bad would still survive all good be dead Eumâ—…rphe sweet I come you sacred powers Who have bestowed some happinesse on man To helpe to passe away this sinful â—…ife Grant me a youthfull vigor yet a while Full veines free strength compleat and manly fence To know and taste a beauty most immense Scaena 4. Actus 2. Amurath makes haste to the Bed on a suddaine enter Schahin dis guised like the Ghost of Orchanâ—… father to Amurath Scahin. Amurath Amurath Amur. Divel Divel What Dar'st thou appeare before an Angell Fiend Scah. O Amurath why doth intemperate Lust Raging within thy furious youthfull veines Burst through thy fathers Tombe Disturbe his soule Know all the torments that the fabulous age Dream't did afflict deceased impious Ghosts Hartbiting-hunger and soule-searching thirst The nere consumed yet ever eaten prey That the devouring Vulture feeds upon Are not such tortures as our off-springs crimes They they sit heavy on us and no date Makes our compassionate affection cease O thou hereditary Vlcer hearke By the name of Father and by all those cares Which brought me to my grave to make thee great Thou that hast nothing of me but my crowne My enterprise surpast the boundlesse Sea Cutting the churlish Waves of Hellespont When the flood stood which wind for to obey Euxinum groan'd beneath my burdenous Ships I was the first of all the Turkish Kings That Europe knew and the fond Christians plaguâ—… What coward blood ran flowing in my veines When thou wert first begot who marrest all Thy Fathers acts by thy untam'd desires Wherefore with Stygian curses I will lade thee First may she prove a Strumpet to thy Bed Be her lips poyson and let her loose embrace Be venemous as Scoâ—…pions If â—…he conceiv'd A Generation from thee let it be As ominous as thou hast beene to me Rebellious to thy Praecepts printing careâ—… Vpon thy aged browes O may they prove As Faeries for to lash thee in thy rest But Amurath if thou canst quench this flame If thou wilt cut this Gordian thred and rend hence That putrid Wenne which cleaves unto thy flesh Be all thine actions prosperous Mahomet Shaâ—…l be auspitious unto each designe Fortune to shew thee favour shall be proud Farewell if that men doe speake last before They dye take root then dead mens should take more Exit Scahin. Amur. What art thou vanisht Know thou carefull spright Thou shalt no sooner pierce the wandring Clouds With unperceived flight than my resolue Shall expiate my former Vanity Looke on thy sonne thou aery intellect And see him sacrifice to thy command Now Titan turne thy breathing curses backe Start hence bright day a sable Cloud invade This Vniversall Globe breake every prop And every hâ—…ndge that doth sustaine the Heavens For straight must dye a woman I have named A crime that may accuse all Nature guilty The Sexe wisely considered deserves a death For thinke this Amurath this woman may Prostrate heâ—… delicate and Ivory limbes To some base Page or Scul or shrunk up Dwarf Or let some Groome lye feeding on her lips She may devise some mishapen trick To satiate her goatish Amurath And from her bended knees at Meditation Be taken by some slave toth' deepe of Hell Th' art a brave Creature were thou not a woman 〈◊〉 Come thou shalt see my well-kept vow And
â—…howt within a token of Victory on the Turkes side a Retrait sounded Scaena 4. Actus 5. Enter above Amurath Bajazet Nobles to â—…e the spoyle Schah. Here mighty Prinâ—… take view of Victory And see the field too narrow for thy spoyles Erynnus hides her head as if afraid To see a slaughter She durst never hope for Earth hath the Carkasses and denies them Graves And lets them be and rot and fat her wombe Scorning to be unto slaves a Tombe Am. Where are bâ—…come those ominous Comets now What arâ—… those pissing Candles quitâ—… extinct Leave their disasterous snuffes no stench behind them 'T is something yet that their God seeth their slaughter â—…ending sulphurious Meteors to behold The blest destruction of these Parasites I knew the Elements would first untye The Nerves of the Vniverse then lâ—…t me dye Here Cobelitz riseth as awâ—…kt amazed leâ—…ning on his Sword sâ—…mbling ore the dead bodies lookes towards Amurath Eâ—…ren See King here 's one worme yet that dare confesse He breaths and lives which once this hand crusht downe Amâ—…r Ha ha by Mahomet and we are weary now Some Mercy shall lay Victory asleepe It will a Lawreat prove to this great strife 'Mongst all these murdered to give one his life So we 'll discend He goâ—…th from aloâ—… Câ—… From what a dismall grave am I awaked Intombed within a Golgotha of men Have all these Soules prevented me in blisse And left me in a dreame of happinesse But soft mâ—… thoughts he sayd he would descend Then Heavens one minutes breath that 's all I aske And then I shall performe my lifes true taske Amurath descends on the Stage Câ—…belitz staggers towards him Am. Poore slave wouldst live Here Cobelitz is come to him seeming to kneele stabs him with a pocket Dagger Cob. Yes Turke to see thee dye Howle howle grim â—…artar yell thou gristly Wolâ—…e Force the bloud from out thy gaping Wound Dij tibi non mortem quae câ—…ctis pâ—…na paratur Sed sensum post fata tuâ—… dent impâ—…e morti Amur. My spirit makes me not to fâ—…ele thy weapon Hold you crackt Organs of my shottered life I am not toucht yet can â—… not mocke my death And thiâ—…ke 't is but a dreame tâ—…lls me I am hurt Dar'st thou then leave me bloud Canst be so bold As to forsake these veynes to flow on Earth And must I like th' unhappy Romaâ—… dye By a slaves hand Cob. Tyrant 't is knowne He 's Lord of others lifes that scornes his owne Am. I that could scaâ—…ce ere sleepe can I ere die And will none â—…eare my life when I am dead Tortures and torments for the murderer Cob. Ha ha ha Leâ—…ning on his sword I thanke the great omnipotent thaâ—… I Shall ere laugh out the lag end of my life Am. Villaine thy laugh wounds worse then did thy Dagger Are you Lethargick Lords in cruelty Cob. Nay heare me Turke now will I prompt their rage Locke me in the Bull of Phalaris Cut off these eye-lids bid me then out-gaze The parching Sun-beames flea this tender skiâ—… Set nests of Hornets on my rawest flesh Let the Siconian Clouds dâ—…op brimstone on me Powre boyling Lemnos on my greenest wounds Put on my shoulder Neâ—…us poysoned shirt The Lord that holds 〈◊〉 Amurath offers to touch his wounds Bind all these bloudy faces to my face Rocke me Procraâ—…tes like Am. Hell oh I cannot brooke your smallest touch Cob. Ha ha each groane is Balsome to my wounds I am perfect well Bajazet offers to kill Cobelitz a Nobleman holds his hand Schah. Rascall dar'st deride us Cob. Yea and while your witty furies shall invent For me some never heard of punishment I see a guard of Saints ready to take me hence Take then froe flight my new rewarded soule And seate thee on the winged Seraphims Hast to the Empyreum where thy welcome Shall be an Haleluia anthem'd forth By the Chorus of the Angell-Hierarchy Pierce with swift plumes the concave paths o th' Moone Where the black ayre enlightened is with starres Stay not to wonder there of wandring Signes At the inhorn'd Geminâ—… or Amphâ—…s Harpe At Arctos or Bootes or the Beare Which are to plâ—…se wizard Astrologers Soare higher with the pitch and then looke downe To laâ—…gh at the hard trifles of the world Perchance some oft have knowne a better life Never did none ere leave it more willingly Am. Feare your deaths Gods for I have lost my life And what I most complaine my tyranny Câ—…b Soule to detaine thee from thy wished rest Were but an envious part â—… arise farewell To stay thee to accuse or fate or man Would shew I were unwilling yet to leave thee But deare companion hence cut through the ayre Let not the grosenâ—…sse of my Earth ore-lime Thy speedy wings fly without weight of crime He dyes Am. O now have I and Fortune tryed it out With all her best of favours was I crown'd And suffred her worst threats wheÌ„ most she frown'd Stay Soulel a King a Turke commands thee stay Sure â—… am but an actor and must strive To personate the Tragicke ends of Kings And so â—…o winne applause unto the Scaene With fained passion thus must graspe at death O but I see pale Nemesis at hand Art thou dull fate and dost not overspread Gimmerion wings of death throughout the world What Not one Earthquake One blazing Comet T' accompany my soule t' his Funerall â—…s not this houre the generall period To nere returning time Last breath command A new Dewcalions deluge that with me The world may swim to his Eternall Grave Cracke hindge that holds this globe and welcome death Wilt thou not stay Soule Friend not stay with Kings Sinke thâ—…n and sinke beneath the Thracian Mouâ—… Sinke beneath Athos be the Bâ—…sh Waves Of Acheron thy Tombe I le want a Grave So all parts feare which first my Corps shall havâ—… For in my Grave I le be the Christians foe Here like a Massie Pyramide I le fall I le strive to sinke all the whole fabricke with me Quake Pluto for 't is I that come A Turke a Tyrant and a Conquerour And with this groane like thunder will I cleave The timerous earth whilst thus my last I breath He dyes Baiaz. O eafie powers to give 's all at first But in their losse they make us most accurst Here all the Nobles kneele to Baâ—…azet Schah. The Taper of your Fathers life is spent We must have light still and adore a Sunne That next is rising therefore mighty Prince Vpon your shoulders must the load Of Empire rest Baiaz. Why Lords we have a Brother Who as in the same bloud he tocke a share So let him beare his part in Government Scâ—… My Lord within the selfe-same Hemispheare It 's most prodigious when two Sunnes appeare One body by one soule must be inform'd Kingdomes like marriage beds must not indure Any corrivall 〈◊〉 was nere secure Whilst she contain'da Pompey and a Caesar. Like as