Heaven what ever coast affords thee present mansion quickly thence flit hither and present unto my sense thy selfe a feeling substance let me see acknowledge and admire thy majesty Put off that ayry thinnesse which denies me to behold thee with these duller eyes then shall they sending down a powerfull flood rence thy cold members from each drop of blood and so return thee back that thou mai'st soare up to the skies much purer then before Had the just course of nature wrought thee hence I would have made the gods know their offence and back restore thy soul but thou art dead and 't was a fiercer hand that clipt thy thread fiercer and boulder which did ever thrive by mischiefe and once coffind thee alive up in deaths mantle but then would not use such open violence nor durst abuse one of such sacred worth till furie struck his reason dead and made his treacherous hand creepingly stab thee both unseen and foul as if he would have stoln away thy soul But oh Enter Isaack Jsaack But oh indeed Caigub Why what Jsaack As bad a stroke attends thee as thy Father had Princes suspicion 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 Cai. Unfold a scene of murders Fates work on wee 'l make a path to Heaven and being gon Down from the lofty towers of the skies throw thunder at the Tyrant will he presse the earth with weight of slaught'red carcasses Let him grow up in mischief still shall her wombe gaping reserve for him an empty tombe We do but tread his path and Bassa since it stands upon thee now to cure thy prince of his distemper'd lunacy go fetch the instrument of death whilst I a wretch expect thy sad return Isaack I go and could it stand with mine alleageance sure I should imply my service to a better end then to disrobe the Court of such a friend Exit Cai. He that is judg'd down from a steepy hill to drop unto his death and trembling still expects one thence to push him such a slave doth not deserve to live nor 's worth a grave Then Lachesis thou that divid'st the threed of breath since this dayes Sun must see me dead thus I le prevent thy paine thus I le out-run my fate and in this stroke thy work is done Stabs himselfe Eternall mover thou that whirlst about the skies in circular motion heare me out what I command see that without controule thou make Heaven clear to entertain my soule and let the nimble spirits of the ayre Print me a passage hence up to thy chaire there will I sit and from the Azure sky laugh at obsequious base mortality Vanish my soule enjoy embrace thy fate thus thus thou mount'st above a Tyrates hate Stabs himself dyes Enter Isaack with Executioners Isa We are prevented see the fates command false deeds must dye though by the Actors hand Return to Bajazet and bear that corps Exeunt So now I am alone nor need I fear to breath my thoughts out to the silent ayre my conscience will not hear me that being deaf I may joy freely First thy hated breath Achmetes vanisht next Caigubus fell thus we clime Throans whilst they drop down to hell The glorious eye of the all-seeing sun shall not behold when all our plots are done a greater Prince then Selymus 't is he must share with Jove an equal Majesty But for my self his Engineer I 'le stand above mortality and with a hand of power dash all beneath me into dust if they but crosse the currant of my lust What I but speak 't is Oracle and Law thus I will rule and keep the world in awe Sely. Noble assistant Enter Selymus Mesithes Mustapha Asmehemedes Isa Happy Selymus Sely. 'T is thou must make me so for should I stay waiting my Fathers pleasure I might stand gazing with envy at my Brothers pride my self lying prostrate even beneath their feet Towns Cities Countries and what else soever can give high thoughts content are freely theirs â— only like a spend-thrift of my yeares Idle my time away as if some god had raz'd my name out of the role of Kings which if he have then Isaack be thy hand â—s great as his to print it in again though Bajazâ—t say nay Isaack No more I will an Empire be our hopes that to obtaine wee 'l watch plot fight sweat and be cold again Exeunt Actus 3. Scena 4. Enter Zemes and Alexander Bispop of Rome Bish Cannot my words add solace to your thoughts oh you are gulft too deep in a desire of soveraigne pompe and your high thoughts aspire All the unshadowed plainenesse of my life doth but contract thick wrinckles of mislike in your Majestick brow and you distast morall receipts which I have ministred To cool Ambitions Feaver Zemes. Pardon Sir your holinesse mistakes my malady another sicknesse grates my tender brest 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 grown stranger to me in my grief some unknown cause hath bred through all my blood a colder operation then the juice of Hemlock can produce O wretched man look down propitious Godheads on my woes Phoebus infuse into me the sweet breath of cheerefull health or else infectious death If there an Angel be whom I have crost in my tormented boldnesse and these griefes are expiatory punishments of sin now now repentance strike quite through my heart enough of paines enough of bitter smart have ty'd me to 't I have already bin bolted from joy content can enter in not at the open passage of my heart I neither hear nor see nor feel nor touch with pleasure my vexation is so much my grave can only quit me of annoy that prevents mischief which can bring no joy Exit Bish Now I could curse what mine own hand hath don and wish that he would vomit out the draught of direful poyson which infects his blood Ambitious fire why 't is as clean extinct as if his heart were set beneath his feet grief hath boil'd out the humours of vain pride and he was meer contrition Enter a messenger What 's the news Messen Zemes as now he left you pale and wan dragging his weake leggs after him did fall dead on the stony pavement of the Hall not by unhappy chance but as he walkt folding his arms up in a pensive knot and railing at his Fate as if he stag'd the wounded Priam or some falling King so he oft lifting up his closing eye sunk faintly down groan'd out I dye I dye Bish It grieves my soul let Bajazet know this could our own shortned life but lengthen his by often sighs I would transfuse my breath into his brest and call him back from death Exit Actus 3. Scena 5. Enter
Selymus Mesithes Mustapha Sely. Let not my absence steal away my love or local distance weaken the respect which you have ever born me I must fly to shake the yoake of bondage from my neck my Fathers eyes shall not scan out my life in every action then when I am gone our love like precious mettle shall not crack in the protraction but be gently fram'd into a subtler thinnesse which shall reach from either part not craz'd by any breach Mesi Return with ruine painted in thy brow pale death triumphant in thy horrid crest danger limn'd out upon thy threatning sword the Turkish thraldom portrai'd on thy shield wee l meet thee in thy horror and unfold our arms as wide as heaven to take thee in Sely. We trust you if there lie unspoken love hid in your bosoms we must bury it in silent farwells Musta Noble Prince adieu since thy frank deeds have printed in our hearts so true a pattern of thee we will feed our contemplation with thy memory When thou art really departed thus a better part of thee shall stay with us Exeunt Sely. So the swift wings of flight shall mount me up above these walls into the open ayr and I will towre above thee Bajazet Farwel soft Court I have been kept too long within thy narrow walls and am new born to golden liberty now stretch out you heavens spread forth the dewy mantle of the clouds thou powerful Sun of Saturn and remove the terminating Poles of the fixt earth to entertain me in my second birth Enter Isaack Bassa Isa Not yet rid from our wals Fair Prince take heed treason 's a Race that must be run with speed Aeolus beckons and the flattering winds joyne all to help our project quickly hence all 's full of danger Did your Father know Hee 'd stop your flight and breath at one deaths blow Exit Sely Friend I am gone thou hoary God of Seas smooth the rough bosome of thy wrinckled tide that my wing'd Boat may gently on it glide Actus 4. Scena 1. Enter Bajazet solus Baja. How the obsequious duty of the world hangs shivering on the skirts of Majesty and smells out all her footsteps I could yet never steal leisure to reform my thoughts since my pale brow was first hoop'd in with gold till this blest hour and now great Bajazet empty thy brest of her imprison'd joyes which like the smothring winds could with a blast rip up a passage I am crown'd in blisse plac'd on the rocks of strong security without the reach of Fate Envy shall gnash and pine at my full pleasures the soft feet of labouring ambition shall quite tire ere touch the starry-height on which I stand Achmetes and his son with my two boyes are faln to clear the sun-shine of my joyes Achomates I fear not Selymus lives cag'd within the compasse of mine eye all that I doubt is of Mahomates that blasing star once darkned I will throw the luster of my pomp from me as clear as if three Suns were orb'd all in one Spheare What news brings Isaack Enter Isaack Bassa Isa Unwelcome news Baja. Be quick in the delivery Isa Then thus Young Selymus is fled Baja. Fled Isa Fled this night to the Tartarian King Baja. Would he had sunk to the Tartarian deep Isaack th' art false and every hair dependant from thy head is a twin'd serpent Isaack I say th' art false I read it in thy brow Isa By heaven I am not Baja. Come answer my demands first at what time left he the Court Isa I know not Baja. Know he is fled and know not when he fled how can this be Isa After our strict enquiry 't was our chance to lite on one that saw him take a ship at the next haven Baja. On one bring forth that one Exit Isaack I 'le sound the depth of these villanies Enter Isaack with a dwarf What 's here a barrel rear'd on end upon two feet Sirrah you guts and garbage did you see Selymus leave the Court Dwarf So please it your Baja. Please it thou monster are you now so pleasing Isa My Liege hold in your fury spend not one drop of your fierce anger on so base a worm keep it entire and whole within your brest that with it's vigor it may crush the bulk of him whose treasons move it Baja. So it shall Neptune reine back thy swelling Ocean invert the current of thy guilty streames which further treacherous plots mild Aeolus that when a peevish goddnesse did intreat scattredst a Trojan Navy through the seas now Bajazet a Turkish Emperor bids thee send forth thy jarring prisoners into the seas deep bowels let them raise tempests shall dash against the firmament of the vast heavens and in their stormy rage either confound or force the vessel back in which the traitor sayles now now begin or I shall think thee conscious of this sin What would this Monk Enter a Monk Monk Only your blessed almes Bajazet I 'me in a liberal vain Monk shootes of a dagge at Bajazet Mesithes and Isaack kill the Monk Traitor I 'me slain I feel the bullet run quite through my sides Isa Great Mahomet hath kept you safe from harm it never toucht you Baja. Oh I am slain open the gates of sweet Elysium take in my wounded soul Bring forth that Monk I le make him my souls harbinger he shall fore-run my coming and provide a place amongst the gloomy banks of Acheron then shall he dwel with me in those black shades and it shall be my bliss to torture him Isa Hee 's gone already I have sent him hence Baja. Fly then my soul and nimbly follow him he must not scape my vengeance Charon stay one waftage will serve both I come away Isa Let not conceit thus steal away your life Baja. Me thinks I feel no blood ebbe from my heart my spirits faint but slowly Isa Heare me Sir You are not wounded Baja. Ha! not wounded Isaack Untoucht as yet His quaking hand deceiv'd him of his aim and he quite mist your body here behold the bullet yet unstain'd with blood Baja. Now I believe thee oh the baleful fate of Princes and each eminent estate How every precious jewel in a Crown charms mad ambition and makes envy dote on the bewitching beauty of it's shine Indeed proud Majesty is usher'd in by superstitious awful reverence but cursed mischiefs follow and those are treasons in peace black stratagems in war But wher 's the dwarf Isaack go send him in bid bold Mesithes and sage Mustapha quickly attend us Go. Exit Isaack Isa I shall Baja. This hour hath hatcht a richer project in my brain whose wish't event shall strangle envies breath and strike ambition dead in every brest Enter dwarf Sirrha draw hence the body to the ditch whither the filth of the whole City runs there overwhelm't in blood go quickly doo 't What dost thou grin thou visage of an ape he striks him Dwarf I le
they shall know no place is free from wrath when boyling bloud is stirr'd in Amurath Exeunt An alarme excursions fight within Enter at one doore a Christian at another a Turke fight both kild so a new charge the Turkes kill most Enter Lazarus Schahin kils him Enter Eurenoses Cobelitz they fight Cobelitz faints falls for dead A showt within a token of Victory on the Turkes side a Retrait sounded Scena 4. Actus 5. Enter above Amurath Bajazet Nobles to see the spoyle Schah. Here mighty Prince 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 ly and rot and fat her wombe scorning to be unto the slaves a Tombe Am. Where are become those ominous Comets now What are those pissing Candles quite extinct leave their disacterous snuffes no stench behind them 't is something yet that their God seeth their slaughter lending sulphurious Meteors to behold the blest destruction of these Parasites I knew the Elements would first untye the Nerves of th' Universe then let me dye Here Cobelitz riseth as awakt amazed leaning on his Sword stumbling ore the dead bodies lookes towards Amurath Euren. See King heres 's one worme yet that dare confesse he breaths and lives which once this hand crusht downe Amur. 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 murdred to give one his life so we 'll descend He goeth from aloft Cob. From what a dismall grave am I awak'd entomb'd within a Golgatha of men Have all these Soules prevented me in blesse and left me in a dreame of happinesse But soft me 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 Cobelitz staggers towards him Amur. 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 Tartar yel thou grisly Wolfe force forth the bloud from out thy gaping Wound Dii tibi non mortem quae cunctis poena paratur Sed sensum post fata tuae dent impie morti Amur. My spirit makes me not to feele thy weapon Hold you crackt Organs of my shattered life I 'm not toucht yet can I not mocke my death and thinke 't is but a dreame tells me I 'm 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 Roman dye by a slaves hand Cob. Tyrant 't is knowne He 's Lord of others lives that scornes his owne Am. I that could scarce ere sleepe can I ere die And will none feare my life when I am dead Tortures and torments for the murderer Cob. Ha ha ha Leaning on his sword I thanke thee great omnipotent that I shall here 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 up in the Bull of Phalaris cut off these eye-lids bid me then out-gaze the parching Sunbeames flea this tender skin set nests of Hornets on my rawest flesh let the Siconian Clouds drop brimstone on me powre boyling Lemnos on my greenest wounds put on my shoulder Nessus poyson'd shirt bind all these bloudy faces to my face Racke me Procrastes like The Lord that holds up Amurath offers to touch his wounds Amur. 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 Gobelitz 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 free 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 aire enlightened is with starres Stay not to wonder there at wandring Signes at bi-horn'd Gemini or Amphions Harpe at Arctos or Bootes or the Beare Which are to please wizard Astrologers Soare higher with thy pitch and then looke downe to laugh at the hard trifles of the world Perchance some oft have knowne a better life Never did one ere leav ' it more willingly Am. Feare your death Gods for I have lost my life and what I most complaine my tyranny Cob. Soule to detaine thee from thy wished rest were but an envious part 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 grosenesse of my Earth ore-lime thy speedy wings fly without weight of crime He dyes Am. O now have I and Fortune try'd it out With all her best of favours was I crown'd and suffred her worst threats when most she frown'd Stay Soule a King a Turke commands thee stay Sure I am but an actor and must strive to personate the Tragicke ends of Kings And so to winne applause unto the Scene with fained passion thus must graspe at death O but I see pale Nemesis at hand Art thou dull fate and dost not overspread Cimmerian wings of death throughout the world What Not one Earthquake One blazing Comet T' accompany my soule t' his Funerall Is not this hour the generall period to nere returning time Last breath command a new Deacalions 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 then and sink beneath the Thracian Mount Sinke beneath Athos be the Brackish Waves Of Acheron thy Tombe I le want a Grave So all parts feare which first my Corps shall have 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 tyrant and a conquerour and with this groane like thunder will I cleave the timerous earth whilst thus my last I breath He dyes Bajaz. O easie powers to give us all at first but in their losse they make us most accurst Here all the Nobles kneele to Bajazet 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 upon your shoulders must the pondrous load of Empire rest Bajaz. Why Lords we have a Brother who as in
top there should one spreading branch grow up and flourish Aegyst Now thou art thy self yes yes my love there shall one spring from us shall be a lofty Pine let this be cropt murder must murder guard guilt add to guilt after one drop whole streams of blood be spilt walks away Scen. 3. Enter Pylades Orestes Electra Strophius Pyl. Dear friend what mean you to o'rwhelm your self in such a sea of grief Orest Father deare Agamemnon Pyl. Nay cease this tempest thou hast lost a father why 't is but change my father shall be thine I 'll be thy brother nay I 'll be thy selfe weep when thou weep'st and where thou go'st I 'll goe and bring thee on thy pilgrimage of woe Elect. Brother look up have not I lost a father yes yes and would a river of fresh teares turne Lethes stream and bring him from the wharf with a North gale of windy blowing sighs I would expire my soul become all teares Stro. Come you have lost a father I a brother the Queen a Husband all the Land a King yet all this but a man therefore must dye Our woes may all be in one balance poys'd His book of life the Fates had over-read and turn'd the leafe where his last period stood Now an immortal wreath circles his brow and makes him King in heaven who was before at most a God on earth Hence difference springs Kings are earths Gods and Gods are heavenly Kings Orest Let us joyne words then now and Swan-like sing the doleful dirge to a departed King Thou friend didst of this misery divine therefore the burthen of the song is mine words Orators for woe which plead the cause when griefe 's the judge and sighs are all the laws each one a sob for Diapason beares our tunes shall drown the musick of the spheares O what Hirudo with unsatiate thirst could draw the blood from out those Princely veines from whence flow'd comfort to so many souls Spies his mother goes to her Mother when wept you last here take a scarf dry your eyes now by you need none what shine of comfort hath dry'd up your teares Clyt. Our son 's too sawcie with his mother Queen Why Sir shall you tell us a time to weep Orest Us good Who is' t makes the plurality 'T was wont to be my father does he live Clyt. Sir curb this lavish speech or I 'll forget you are my son and make you but a subject Aegyst Good Cousin add not disobedience unto your mothers griefs Orest My mother no she is not here no she hath hid her self in some odd nooke or angle unperceiv'd she might not see this impious stygian world Cly. Aegystus canst thou still suffer thy dull sword i' th sheath Take the rank head from this o'r-growing weed Stro. Remember Clytemnestra he 's your son Clyt. He is so and I 'll learn him to be so Had I a brazen bull it should be heat hotter then for the Tyrant Disobedient More harsh then Adders hisses is thy voyce Sir you shall dye but with a living death he still shall live but live to know he dies who strait threats death knows not to Tyranize Exeunt Aegystheus Clytemnestra Stro. What temper 's grown on the distracted Queen Hath grief conceiv'd for her late husbands death brought her so far she hath forgot her self Orest No Uncle no by I do suspect O my prophetick soul divines much ill Well I will flie But hear this stratagem it shall be rumor'd i' th eare of the Court I was found dead I 'll put a new shape on and live alone to heare how things go here Pyl. Nay not alone Orestes whilst I live shouldst make thy bed upon the rigid Alps or frozen Caucasus wrapt in sheets of snow I 'd freeze unto thy side we will tell tales of Trojan warriers and deposed Kings Tell of strange shipwrack of old Priams fall how mad Andromacha did teare her hayre when the wild horses tore brave Hectors limbs Wee 'l think they all do come and weep with us grief loves companions and it helpeth woe when it heares every one groane forth his Oh! it easeth much and our plaints fall more sweet when a whole consort in one tune do meet The half-dead ship-man which hath shipwrack borne seeing many drown'd it makes him lesse to mourn It made Deucalion care the lesse to die when he had all the world in company Thus we will sit and our teares turnes shall keep thou for thy father I for thee will weep If actors on the Stage having no cause but for to win an hearers hands applause can let fall teares wee 'l think we Actors be and only do but play griefs Tragedie Orest O but deare friend should we but act a part the play being ended passion left the heart and we should share of joy but my whole age must never move from off this woful Stage But we must take our leave Uncle farwel remember what I spake and Sister you must tarry here my thoughts shall busied be to finde the man that let my father blood Can I but finde Aegystheus did consent to spill one drop O I would pierce his heart with venom'd daggers and so butcher him that all Apollos skill in physicke hearbs nor Aesculapius th' Epidaurian God should keepe his soule out of Enio's hand Come my deare friend to all the rest farewell If heaven relate it not I 'll know 't from hell Exeunt Pylades Orestes Scena 4. Enter Aegysteus Clytemnestra Mysander Strophius Electra another way Aegyst What is Orestes fled sure there 's some plot if you deare Queen but search Electra well you 'll finde she knowes whither her brothers gone Clyt. If in her heart there be but lodg'd a thought unknown to mee this hand shall rip her brest and search her inparts but I 'll finde it out Mysander call Electra Aegist O were that moat tane from our comforts beams no cloud e'r then could overshade our joyes his life must be cut off without delay mischiefe by mischiefe findes the safest way But here 's Electra Cly. Why how now Minion what a blubbering still Huswife pray where 's your brother wher 's my sonne Elect. Mother pray where 's my father wher 's your husband Enter Stropheus and speaks Haile to my my gracious Queene here 's one at doore brings you a message hee will not relate to any but your selfe he saies t is sad Clyt. Why the more dismal the more welcome ' t is But as for you Elect. Good mother do your worst no plague can ever make me more accurst nothing is worse then death that I 'll not flie Clyt. Yes life is worse to those that faine would die But where 's the messenger Scena 5. Enter Nuncius What whirlwinde rising from the womb of earth doth raise huge Pelion unto Ossa's top that both being heapt I stand upon them both and with an hundred Stentor-drowning voice relate unto the world the saddest tale that ever burdned
't yet Th' Eumenides stand to whip me as I go Nay I will passe you I will out-slip them all Exit currens Pyl. See in his conscience lies hells punishment our own thoughts judges none are innocent Exit Scen. 6. Enter two Lords 1. Lor. We that have here been born to see this change may leave the Court and tell our children tales of the dier fall of Inachus great house the young Prince mad the Princess kill'd her self old Strophius dead for grief and murder heapt corps upon corps as if they ment t' invite all hell to supper on some jovial night 2. Lord. Nay but my Lord this is most pityful that the young Prince should thus from door to door beg for his food and yet none dare to give I saw him wandring yesterday alone flying from every Crow or pratling Pie crying out mother and as if there had tormenting furies followed him with fraud and truth I thought to tell old Tyndarus to move his ruthful years to pity him and will you joyn petitioner with me we 'll tell the case 't is good t' ease misery 1. Lord. My Lord I like your motion and will joyn for Agamemnons sake my honour'd Master Exit Scena 7. Enter Orestes Pylades with naked rapiers Orest My fury leaves me now I 'm at my last and now me thinks thou truly art a friend now with undaunted spirit prevent my grief and let thy rapier drink blood greedily as if it lov'd it ' cause it is thy friends now rid me of my woe thy friendly vow never did truly shew it self till now Pyl. Why then dear friend I thus erect this arm and will be strong to thee as thou to me we 'll look upon our deaths with better face then others do on life come Tyndarus see we scorn to live when all our friends are dead nor shall thy fury make base famine be the executioner to my dearest friend whilst I can kill him therefore spight of thee wee 'll free our selves past all calamity Orest Yes Pylades we will beguile our time and make him search through every nook o' th world if he in all his race can ever spie two that like us did live like us did die But we delay our death now bravely come and the last parting word shall be strike home They run at one another Pyl. O bravely strook dear friend yet once again Run again Orest Yes at one thrust two friends must not be slain O how I love these wounds heaven dropping showers when the outrageous dog makes clouds of dust upon the thirsty earth come not more sweet then the blest streams of blood thy rapier raines Hence weapon for my loyns now scorn all props but my friends arms O bear good legs a while the weight of murder sits upon my soul and bends my staggering joynts unto the earth Pyl. Haste haste I faint but O yet let my strength be Atlas to sustain the falling world Breathe breathe sweet vapors of two trusty hearts and let our breaths ascend to heaven before to make a room hard by the frozen pole where that our winged souls shall mount and sit more glorious then the Concubines of Jove wreath'd with a Crown of rich enamel'd stars leaving all ages to deplore our death that friendships abstract perisht with our breath Orest Fly thou best part of man where Hecate born on the swarthy shoulders of the Even sits in a grove of oakes till gray ey'd morn bids her to throw off nights black Canopie Pyl. Wil 't die before me Stay stay I come Orest O grasp me then our names like Gemini shall make new stars for to adorn the sky Is thy breath gone Pyl. O yes 't is almost past then both together thus wee 'l breath our last They fall down dead embracing each other Scena 8. Enter in hast Tyndarus Lords with others Tyn. Went they this way my Lords you move me much could I find him now I would seat him new in his right Kingdom which doth weigh down me 1. Lord. I see my Lord Orestes and his friend without your leave have made themselves an end Tynd. Then now is Argos Court like to some stage when the sad plot fills it with murdered Trunks and none are left alive but only one to ask the kind spectators plaudite all else have bid valete to the world the man reserv'd for that is Tyndarus who thus hath seen his childrens childrens end his Grandchild a bad son a most deare friend the Scene must now be overflow'd with grones each man sits downe to waile his private mones one for the Queen doth weep one for the King all taste the bitter waters of this Spring the Nurse bewails the child that part she beares all have their subiects to bedew with teares each one yet have but one but all of me challenge a part in griefes sad sympathy Orestes Clytemnestrae I must call these all for mine thus must I weep for all let none believe this deed or if they doe let them believe this punishment then too 'T is vile to hate a Father but such love as breeds a hate to 'th Mother worse doth prove Our life consists of ayre our state of wind all things we leave behind us which we find saving our faults witnesse Orestes here who was his own tormentor his own fear Who flying all yet could not fly himself but needs must shipwrack upon murders shelf and so his brest made hard with misery he grew himself to be his enemy Thus griefe and gladnesse still by turnes do come but pleasure least while doth possesse the roome Long nights of grief may last but lo one day of shining comfort slideth soon away He whom all fear on earth must fear a fate for all our powers are subordinate Three hours space thus well can represent vices contriv'd and murders punishment A Monarchs life can in this little space shew all the pomp that all the time doth grace His risings and his falls and in one span of time can shew the vanity of man For none of us can so command the powers that we may say to morrow shall be ours Now fortunes wheele is turn'd and time doth call to solemnize this friendly funerall No force so great no so disaster wrong as can unknit the band which holdeth strong united hearts who since they thus are dead one room one tomb shall hold them buried And as these friends joyn'd hands to beare their Fate so we desire you them to imitate Who since they all are dead we needs must crave your gentle hands to bring them to their grave FINIS These Books are printed for and sold by GA. BEDELL and THO. COLLINS 1656. viz. Books in folio THe Compleat Ambassador by Sir Dudly Diggs containing the Letters and Negotiations of Sir Francis Walsingham the Lord Burleigh and other Eminent Persons being a perfect Series of the most remarkable Passages of State both at home and abroad in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth
rearward be your charge the right wing yours my self will guide the left this day shall crown your valour in full pride Zemes must down Enter Zemes Armenia two Captains Zem. Time hath out-stript our hast our foes do stand waving their golden plumes as if the gods were come to meet great Zemes in the field their armie 's planted and a distilling cloud hovers about their heads as if it wept at their approaching fate Armenia's King lead you the vanguard under your command the reareward shall march on the Phalance be your care brave Captains as we are inform'd Achmetes rules the left wing of our foe I le rule the right wing of ours so when I meet him in his pride I le prostrate at his feet Arme. Our men are ordered Zemes lead the way the skies look duskie black on this sad day Exeunt Trumpets sound to the battell dumb shews in skirmishes one of Zemes Captains and Cherseogles meet Zemes Captain prevailes his second and Mesithes meet Mesithes retires the King of Armenia and Mustapha meet Armenia prevailes and pursues the battaile Enter Achmetes with his sword Ach. Great Queen of chance but do I call on this unconstant Stepdame be thou propitious Mars rough god of warr steel up this weary arm and put a ten fold vigor in my bones what shall Achmetes fall and in his losse great Bajazet be wrong'd it cannot be Death comes to wound thee Zemes I am he As he goes out the King of Armenia meets him they fight Achmetes makes him retire from the stage and pursues him in his fury enters again at the one door Zemes at the other they meet drums and trumpets sounding Ach. Zemes Zem. Achmetes Opportunely met here staggers all the fortune of the field this hour must blesse me and a single fight purchase thee honour and to me my right honour to thee to die by Zemes hand my right to me an Empire to command Ach. Brave Prince I more lament thy case then can thy self that runnest with such madnesse on the edg of desperate ruin thou art but young weak manhoods soft blossoms are not fully spread upon thy downy chin but riper years have setled the compacture of my joynts and they are strongly knit 't will vex my soul in the clear morn of thy up-rising hopes to wrap thee in a fatal could of death Submit thee to thy brother thou shalt find me thy true friend him merciful and kind Zem. Submit had I a right to Joves high Throne and stood in opposition of his power should all the gods advise me to submit I would reject their counsel much more thine Guard thee Achmetes I thy stroke abide I cannot gore thy Prince but through thy side They fight and breath fight again Achmetes takes away Zemes sword Zem. The day be thine and Zemes stand thy Fate strike home I 've lost the day and life I hate Achm. Have at thee then Offers to run at him with both swords not stirre Now by my sword thou shalt have fayrer play before thy death take back thy sword in that I recommit my forfeit to thy charge thy life with it They fight again and Achmetes wounds him on the head Zemes falls Zem. Oh! hold thy conquering hand and give my soul a quiet passage to her rest my blood begins to wast and a benumming cold freezes my vital spirits Achmetes goe tell Bajazet that thou hast slain his foe Ach. Farwel brave son of Mars thy fame shall stay with us although thy soul flit hence away Zemes. I have not ly'd Achmetes thou hast slain my hopes and therefore me my wounds are shallow but my state desperate Ha! what shall I do Armenia's King is fled back to his home cold entertainment will attend me there the field is empty every man retir'd only a few dead carcasses and I then whither shall I bend my steps to Rome To Rome then let it be Bishop I come th' art a religious thing and I will trust my life to one so innocently just Exit Actus 2. Scena 4. Enter Mahomates Achomates Selymus three of Bajazets sonnes Sely. Indeed we may be thought upon in time when there be countries more then there be men we may get some preferment sit at home and prove good boyes and please our father well Bajazet aside My thoughts are too unbridled I neither can nor will endure thy curbe my comprest valor like the strangled fire breaks out in violent flames and I must rule Trizham and Mahomet are slipt in hast each to their severall province we must stay that are their Elders for another day this Court will prove our scaffold where we stand plac't in the eye of angry Bajazet who thwarts him in his fury is but dead and in that passions heat off goes his head I must not live thus Maho. I could be content He fears not death whose thoughts are innocent Sely. I thank you brother then belike some crimes lie heavy on my conscience and I fear unlesse I shift my station 't will be known You think well of me kind Mahomates Maho. As well as of a brother I can think if by a rash applying to your selfe my words have been distastful blam not me Sely. Can I apply them then unto my selfe am I so loose in manners By heaven and earth thou shalt repent this deeply Acho. Stop that oath brothers agree or walk hence but along into my garden where each springing hearb smiles on my fair content there you shall see how flowers of one stock so twisted are one in the others twinings that they shew one stands by th' others help both joyntly grow these shall suffice your quarrels to remove and dumbe examples teach a lively love Maho. Come let us go Exeunt Mahomates and Achomates Sely. Straight I will follow you Away fond wretches ô that every brest were of so dull a temper as you two But who comes here Enter Corcutus Brother Corcutus whither are you bent what from the court so soon Corcu. My father bids I go to undertake the charge his love hath thrown upon me That 's rich Ionia Sely. You go to rule there Cor. Yes Sel. Heavens speed you well Cor. Dear Selymus adieu Sel. Brother farewell Exit Corcutus Revenge and you three furious twinnes of night ascend up to our theater of ill plunge my black soul twice in your Stygian flood that by it's vertue it may be congeal'd and hardned against remorse Pluto enrich my brest with a diviner policie then every trifling braine can reach unto I le fill the world with treasons and my wit shall put new tracts to death Charon shall see his waftage still in use by company sent thither by my care ô 't will do well to blast the earth with want and furnish hell Exit Actus 2. Scena 5. Enter Isaack Bajazet Isaack Tush vertue makes men fooles Isaack be wise shake off the tender fetters of remorse and hug that chance that opens thee the way to ruinate
Achmetes Did he stand on terms of conscience neighbor-hood or love when he cashier'd my daughter from my house and to the worlds broad eye open'd her crime No he was swift and bitter in his hate and so will I he is but now return'd in triumph from the field as full of pride as I of envy hence I le ground my hate When fierce Bellona smil'd on Bajazet amidst the fiery tumults of the warre she offered Zemes to Achmetes hand they fought Achmetes conquered at his foot fell the proud rebell wounded but not slain there might Achmetes with a blow of death cut off our fears continued in his breath this shall incense the angry Emperor and crush Achmates in his fairest hopes True polititians work by others hands so I will by the Prince my plot stands firme see where he comes now sly Mercurius whet my tongue to kindle hate in Bajazet Enter Bajazet Baja. Isaack how thriv'd Achmetes in his wars Fame is of late grown dumbe of his renown surely unwelcome news clogs her swift wings else had she now bin frequent in our Court and we had fully known the chance of all Isa We had yet could not the event lie so conceal'd but Isaack found it out which when I first discovered straight it wrought tempests of passions in me joy and grief reign'd at one instant in the selfe same brest Bajazet As how Isa As thus I joy'd that Zemes fell was sorry he escap'd Baja. Fell and yet escap'd Isa Beneath Achmetes feet the traytor fell Baja. And yet escap'd good Iove how may this be Isa Thus it might be and was so when sad death was glutted with the ruine of each side when slaughtring Mars had stain'd the field with blood and cast a purple colour o'r the earth at length some milder providence desir'd an end of those hot tumults that were seen to last in Zemes breath so that their fire would be extinct when Zemes should expire then from the middle skirmish forth were brought he and Achmetes being met they fought Zemes was vanquish't by a violent blow which struck him trembling lower then his knees now whether flattering or present gifts redeem'd him from his fate I cannot show something they plotted what none yet can know Baj. Canst thou advise me Isaack how to sound the depth of all his mischief Isa Thus you may He being come from Zemes overthrow and yet luke-warme in blood and full of joy you may in way of honour and free mind call him this night to banquet Then being set when the hot spirits of caroused healths have spoyl'd his wit of smooth and painted tales and wine unlockt the passage for the truth bid him relate the manner of his war the chances and events then when he comes to Zemes if he err about his flight his ends are bad his bosome black as night Baja. Thou art my good Angel Isack I applaud thy faithfull plot Achmetes were thy soule as dark as hell and thy enclosed thoughts as subtill as a winding Labyrinth by such a guide as can remove each doubt and by a clue of thred I 'd track them out But Isack if we trap him in his wiles how shall we kill the traytor we have a trick already strange to catch him in the nick Isa Easily thus Our laws allow a custome not us'd of late yet firme still in effect and thus it is When there doth breath a man direfully hated of the Emperour and he in strickt severity of right cannot proceed against him then he may orewhelme him in a robe of mourning black which we have call'd deaths mantle that thing done the man thus us'd is forfeited to fate and a devoted sacrifice to him whom he had er'st offended neither can strength or intreaty wrest him from his death both which are treason and inexpiable Thus then you may proceed when banquets done and all their comick merriment run on to the last scene and every man expects a solemne gift due to Achmetes worth call for a robe therewith to deck your friend and perfect all his glory let that be this robe of fate in which ready at hand you may intombe the traytor and bewrap his pampred body in a vaile of death so let him die dream not on the event vice is rewarded in it's punishment Baj. I will be fierce and sudden Isaack invite Achmetes to a feast he dies this night Exit Baj. Isa I shall Would not a private warning serve but open penance must correct my child and a severe divorcement quite degrade her of her honour'd matrimoniall rights Were he as strong as steel-like joynted Mars as much applauded through our popular streets as erst Dictator Fabius was in Rome or geat Augustus yet the slave should feel the wrath of an inflamed father light heavy upon his soul that e'r the next sun appear Achmetes all thy glorie 's done Exit Actus 2. Scena 6. Enter Achmetes and Caigubus his son Caigu. I fear'd your safety and devoutly prayed the sword of justice which your hand did sway might be of conquering force Ach. Thy prayers were heard and I am here as safe as I went forth untouch'd by the rough hands of desperate war Nor did I once spie danger in the field but when I fronted Zemes then there met two streams of valor sith on us was set the chance of the whole combat others stood expecting which of us should lose his blood but heaven was just and to compose the strife this sword at one sad blow took thence his life Cai. The heavens were just indeed but who coms here Isaac Mesithes and Bajazets three sons Enter Isaak Mesithes Mahometes Achomates Selymus Ach. They come to gratulate my late success I see their errand foulded in their smiles how chearfully they look upon my joyes Omnes All happinesse attend Achmetes Ach. Thanks Noble friends How fares the Emperor Isaack Well by your guard and he hath sent us now all to invite your presence to a feast we must be frolick and this following night shall Crown your joy with revels and delight or else deprive thy soul of that good light aside Ach. We must be frolick Captains think not then on my loud drums and staring trumpeters such whose strong lungs roar out a bellowing voice would make a man daunce Antick in the fire wee l have a choicer musick and my feet shall tread a neater march then such harsh strains can teach them with more pleasure and lesse pains since it hath pleas'd the Emperor to grace our slender merits thus we shall be there to tast his bounty Mes Wee le lead on before Ach. I le follow you Isa Ne'r to return more aside Exeunt omnes Manent Achmetes and Caigubus Ach. I am happy above envy and my state not to be thwarted with injurious fate I could disburden all my jealous thoughts and shake that currish vice suspicion off from my sincere affection I have worng'd sure I have wrong'd thee Isack thy
Cruel homicide 2. Ungrateful wretch 3. Tyrant 4. Meet hilts in 's guts 5. First let his own hands take that Mantle off Circle him Baj. Help Treason I am slain 6. Help why From whom Is not thy Guard about thee Bajaz. Hemn'd in with death my friends beset me round not to preserve my life but murder me Blush you pale heavens at this abhorred fact that they may see their crimes and be asham'd of this unheard offence Valiant Janizaries sheat up these weapons of rebellion print not that ugly sin upon your brow let my free pardon woe you to submit Keep your allegeance firm Omnes Ha ha ha ha 1 One word more damns thee 2 How prettily he began to talk 3 Of sin and pardon Bajazet behold here stands a man milde honour'd gracious valiant and faithful gentle in command at home belov'd and fear'd amongst our foes yet hath thy hand of cruelty assai'd the hated murder of so dear a friend Blush you pale heavens at this abhorred fact that he may see his crimes and be asham'd of this new bloudinesse Wicked Bajazet these admonitions fit the teacher well Bajaz. But hear me speak 4 First set Achmetes free then speak thy fill Bajaz. What shall I be compell'd 5 And quickly too 6 We cannot brook to see him stand thus cloath'd Takes of the Mantle Baj. Your anger will have way Achmetes go there take him They have sav'd thee from this woe Exeunt showting and lâ—aping Pernicious villains they have crost my plot 't was intercepted ev'n in the last deed What should Achmetes meane thus to ingrosse The best affections of my Janizaries Will he defraud me of my Crowne and life My life I weigh not but to lose my Crowne were to be sentenc'd to a hell of woes I am full stuft with choler Slavish Peasants held I a sword of power in mine hand I would disjoynt them peece-meale can I not Am I not Emperour men call me so A reverend title empty attributes and a long page of words follow my name but no substantiall true prerogative Enter Isaack Isaack Good health to Bajazet Bajaz. Indeed that 's nothing since your councell fail'd Isaak Use your best patience it may be regain'd Affection in your stubborne multitude is a proud torrent not to be withstood Were you as sacred as their houshold gods Yet when you thwart the current of their will they 'le breake the bands of duty and prophane that holinesse to which they bound their thoughts Mine eyes are witnesse with what lively joy They bore him through the streetes upon their necks Offering the use of their best strength Baja. No more I am already gone Why did not then his proud ambitious tongue bid them goe fetch My Crowne and with quick speede disrobe a wretch 't was in his power we are distracted Isaak lend us thy wholsome counsell to prevent my ruine and their dangerous intent Isaack Mine is a blunt advice and deepe in bloud to cut off those base Peasants that withstood the force of your decree Bajaz. To cut them off Me thinkes I see my selfe yet circled in with their revengeful swords Ha cut them off Could I but curse the Traytors from the earth or were my doom pronounc'd but of effect I 'de rattle such new torments in their ears should stagger their high courage but my fears strangle my furies and my envious fate forceth my tongue to flatter where I hate Isaak Here lies the safest course to rid these griefs Give out you 'l go to war so to enlarge your territories and to this end fetch home those warlike Souldiers plac'd in Garison let them remain without the walls at last when things shall fit your purpose lead them all by night into the City and in one stroke strike off so many thousand perjur'd heads as shall amaze posterity to hear how many lives redeem'd thee from thy fear Baj. The weight of all mine honour leans on thee that or some nearer course shall quell the pride of strong Achmetes and confound his side Actus 2. Scena 8. Enter Zemes and Alexander Bishop of Rome Bishop If your intents be vertuous and desire of eminent place quite banisht from your thoughts my house shall be your Castle that I deny my men and Arms to aid you in your broils think it kind usage Should my Holinesse feed your ambition and make strong your hand against your brother 't were too light a brand of flaming hot dissention and to set the world in a combustion all would then quarrel by my example No sweet Prince Romes holy Bishop must not so transgress If you will dwell within my sacred roof settle irregular passions and begin a quiet life repentance wipes out sin Zemes My waxen wings are melted I will soare against the Sun through such thick clouds no more the middle Region shall contain my flight your counsell swayes my wishes my late deeds were full of sin now let my brother know Zemes repents and that 's the greatest woe Exit Bish To mans aspiring thoughts how sweet is hope which makes them like Camelions live on air and hug their slender plots till cool despair doth so benum his thoughts that he falls dead from his sublime height and his lofty head which level'd at the skies doth drop below his humble feet this hath experience taught in that mans head-long ruine whose proud thoughts aim'd at the Turkish Diadem but now cross fates have forc'd his stubborn heart to bow Enter a Messenger What speaks your entrance Messen Health to Romes Bishop and peace from Bajazet who commends his love with this his Letter and expects from you a gracious answer Gives him a letter He reads the letter Bish Let Zemes die by an untimely death else for our love you shal provoke our hate Hee 's not our brother but our hated foe and in his death you shall prevent our wo. Return our service back tell Bajazet what he hath given in charge shall by my hand be carefully dispatcht Messen Good peace attend you Exit Bish Imperious Turk Am I not Gods Vice-gerent here on earth and dar'st thou send thy letters of command or speake to me in threatning menaces It grates my patience to obey this monster yet must I murder Zâ—mes what doe I know whether my fathers soule did trans-migrate into his breast or no be dumbe remorse the Turke is great and powerfull if I winne his love by this t' will prove a happy sinne Exit Actus 3. Scena 1. Enter Solymus alone Solem. Am I so poore in worth still kept so low Was I begot only to live and dye to fill a place move idlely to and fro like other naturalls unmanly life the world shall take more notice of my fame els will I with the venom'd sting of warre deface the beauty of the universo Posteritie shall know once there did breath a Selymus a mortall diety a man at whose blest birth the planets smil'd and spent their influence to create a
wits crosse my command Bassaes prepare for warre and since your grave discourse argues a will to stay at home you shall wee le lay you up where no loud ecchoing drums shall breake your sleepe even in the bowels of your mother earth I will entombe you Put them both to death Omnes What meanes great Bajazet Baja. To murder you unlesse you strangle them Ambo But heare us speake Baja. Stop up the damned passage of their throat Or you are all but ghosts What! stare you friends Isaack and Selymus a garter twist me that fatall string about his necke and either pull an end strangle Trizham Mesithes come joyne force with me by heaven y' were best make hast Or thou art shorter liv'd then is that bratt Tugge strongly at it strangle Mahomet So let the bastard droppe we have out-liv'd our tutors dunghill slaves durst they breath out their Stoicke sentences in opposition of our strickt command Selym. So things run well along and now I find Jove heares my prayers and the gods grow kind Baja. Did not I send these to their Provinces to hinder Zemes flight and did not they dejected bastards give him open way Mine anger hath been just Cherseo None doth deny 't you may proceed in your edict for warrs and make Achmetes General of the camp Baj. It is enough Achmetes go to hell stabs him the divels have rung out thy passing bell and look for thine arrival Shend me slaves Exeunt omnes They fly before my breath like mists of air and are of less resistance I 'le pursue Exit Achm. Oh I am slain Tyrant thy violent hand hath done me pleasure though against thy will had I as many lives as drops of bloud I 'de not outlive this hour fly hence vain soul climb yonder sacred mount strive upwards there there where a guard of stars shall hem thee round build thee a safe tribunal I am gone Oh tragick cruelty behold the end of two right Noble sons one faithful friend moritur Re-enter Bajazet in fury Baj. Have all forsaken me and am I left a prey unto my self did all their breath pass through his organs and in his sad death have I abruptly crackt the vital thred of all my Bassaes Achmetes groans Ha! where am I now In some Gebenna or some hollow vault where dead mens ghosts sigh out their heavy groans Resolve me Mahomet and rid me hence or I will spoil the fabrick of thy tomb and beat away the title of a God Dost thou not move a trunk a stock to die is to put on your nature so will I. Offering to stab himself Cherseogles Mesithes Mustapha Mahomates Achomates Selymus Asmehemides interrupt him Omnes Hold hold and live Baj. How come these bodies dead Filii Father it was your self Bajaz. Let me revoke my wandring sense Oh what a stream of blood hath purg'd me of my black suspition two sons one valiant Captain hence are wrought by mine own hand to cure one jealous thought As 't is they are the happier I out-live them whom I wisht to fall only to grave bear forth their bodies Bassaes carry them out We were curst in this and shall intomb with them much of our bliss indeed we had resolv'd to spend this day in things of more solemnity less wo. Now our most wished councel shall begin and bitter deeds weigh up the scales of sin Amasia is a province rich and strong Mahomates it is thine keep it as long as I have power to give it go provide for thy conveyance at the next fair tide Mahom. Farewell dear father Bajaz. Worthy son adieu the love my dead sons wanted falls to you as an hereditary good Selymus Then we aside may vail our heads in black no mourners be Baja. Achomates thy worth deserves some trophies of our love which to let slip unmention'd were to adde to this black day a fourth offence as bad Governe Manesia now the people stand dishfurnisht of an head let thy command be great amongst them so make speedy hast Honour stayes for thee Selym. Now the stormes are past Achom. Father adieu Exit Baja. Achomates farewell Selym. Now to my lot I thought 't would ne'r a fell aside Baja. Now Selymus wee know thy hopes are great and thine ambition gapes with open jawes to swallow a whole Dukedome but young Sir we dare not trust the raines of government into the hands of Phaeton Desire rashly fullfild may set the world on fire Greene youth and raw experience are not fit to shoulder up a Kingdomes heavie weight mixe wit with stay'd discretion and spend wild yeares in study then we doe intend to settle more preferment on thy head then thou can'st hope for Selymus Wilt thou envious dotard Strangle my greatnesse in a miching hole the world 's my study Bajazet my name Shall fill each angle of this round-built frame Exit Bajaz. I know he grumbled at it 't is good To calme the rebell heat of youthfull blood with sharpe rebukes Enter a Messengerâ— Messen Health to the Emperour Bajaz. What will your message Messen Duty first from Rome commended by the Bishop to your service with a firme promise to dispatch your will what ever it imply'd and would but stay till Times swift circle should bring forth a day secure for the performance Exit Bajaz. 'T is enough Thanks for your care This was to murder Zemes. War with the Bishop ' thad been pretty sport I knew my powerful word was strong enough to make him do my pleasure simple Priest only I vs'd it as a trick to send Achmetes from the City and his friends but Fate so smil'd upon me that I found a shorter means his life and hopes to wound with my sententious sons that when my foe fled through their Province finely let him goe which being wholy finish'd strait to please my friends I play'd a raging Hercules then to shut up the Scene neatly put on a passionate humour and the worst was done But who comes here A dumb show Enter Mahomates with store of Turks he as taking his leave they as ceremoniously with great humbleness taking their leavs depart at several doors I like not this Mahomates belov'd so dearly of the Comminalty ha Hee 's wise fair-spoken gently qualified powerful of tongue why hee 's the better son not to supplant his Father I mislike the prodigal affection thrown on him by all my subjects I bely'd my hopes when I presum'd this day had freely rid me of my worst vexation I was born to be a jade to Fate and fortunes scoff my cares grow double-great my cutting off Exit Actus 3. Scena 3. Enter Caigubus Achmetes Son Caig. If ever man lov'd sorrow wisht to grieve Father I do for thee Could I deprive my senses of each object but thy death then should I joy to sigh away my breath be Godhead to my griefe then shall these eyes with tributary tears bedeck thy shrine and thus I do invoke the nimble Ghost what ever or be of
all the heavens see how the shining starres in carelesse ranks grace the composure and the beauteous Moone holds her irregular motion at the height of the four poles this is a compleat heaven and thus I weare it But methinks 't is fixt but weakly on my brow whilst there yet breath any whose envie once reflect on it and those are three the angry Bajazet puling Corcutus proud Achomates One of these three is car'd for that 's Corcutus who ere the blushing morn salutes the Sun shall be dispatcht by two most hideous slaves whom I have bred a purpose to the fact The other rival wise Achomates I 'le bear a side by force of men and armes which ready Mustred but attend the stroke Then attend our Fathers Enter Hamon Here 's one deales for him shall send him quick to hell It is decreed he that makes lesser greatness soon shall bleed Hamon draw near most welcome my dear Hamon what guesse you of your patient Bajazet Is he all healthful Ham. No my gracious prince Neither his body nor his mind is free from miserable anguish Sely. A sad case Hamon I love him would rid him from 't were I so skill'd in naturals as you Ham. All that my art can work to cure his grief shall be applied Sely. Unapprehending fool I must speak broader Hamon is he ill in minde and body both Ham. Exceeding ill Sely. Then should I think him happier in his death then in so hateful life and so weak breath Ham. And that 's the readier way to cure his ill Sely. H 'as found me now But Hamon can thy Art reach to the cure Ham. With easie diligence Sely. Then let it Ham. I 'me yours Exit Hamon Sely. Walk and thy paines shall be rewarded highly with the like as thou bestowest on Bajazet the Court makes it a fashion now first to bring the event about and then hang up the instrument Actus 5. Scena 6. Enter Cherseogles above disguised like a common Souldier Chers Thus Cherseogles hast thou wound thy self out of thy self to act some fearful plot by which the Authors of this publick woe shall skip into their graves It is confirm'd a deed of lawful valour to defeat those of their lives that rob'd the world of peace On this side the false hearted Selymus with his confederate Bassaes lie incampt just opposite the proud Achomates The Sun now sunk into the VVestern lap bids either part unlace their warlike helmes until to morrow light where both intend the hazard of a battel but you powers that with propitious cares tender the world and us frail mortals help me to prevent a general ruine by the fall of some assist my spirits in a deed of blood cruel yet honest and austerely good VVho Selymus as I expected Enter Selymus Sely. VVhat A souldier thus licentious in his walks a stranger Ha! VVhat art thou Che. A sworn friend a servant to thy greatness Sely. Then return back into thy ranks and orders no edict from me hath ratified this liberty to scout at randome from the standing camp Cher. 'T is true my honour'd Lord nor have I dared for some poor trivial prey thus to remove my self but for a cause of greater weight the ruine of our enemies Sely. How 's that The ruine of our enemies Cher. No lesse The quick fall of great Achomates can work it Sely. Souldier as thou hop'st to live mock not my thoughts with false and painted tales of a supposed stratagem Cher. I sweare Sely. What wilt thou sweare Cher. By all the heavenly powers I speak the truth and if I fail in ought grind mine accursed body into dust Sely. Enough unfold the meaning and the way by which this happy project must be wrought Cher. 'T is thus at the 12th hour of this black night Achomates I have induc'd to walk forth to this valley weapon'd but unmand in expectation of your presence there where being met hee 'l urge a single fight 'twixt you and him after a stroake or two I have ingag'd my self closely to start from ambush and against you take his part Sely. Then thou art a traytor Cher. Worse then a divel should my heart have made that promise with my tongue but heaven bear witness that my inward thoughts labour his welfare only whom you powers have prov'd most worthy therefore only yours Meet but this foe whom I have flattered thus to his destruction and great Selymus shall see my strength imployed to offend Achomates and stand thy faithful friend Sely. Oh wert thou faithful Cher. If I shrink in ought that I profess death shall strike me to the grave so thrive all falshood and each perjur'd slave Sely. Th' ast won our credit bear a noble mind about thee then to find me forward trust this night when sleep triumphant hath subdu'd her wakeful subjects and the mid-night clock sounded full twelve in this appointed place expect my presence and till then adieu our next shall be a tragick enterview Chers The first is car'd for here a second comes Enter Achomates Assist me thou quick issue of Joves brain and this one night shall make their labors vain Acho. It shall be so my fears are too to great to joyn all in one on-set a strong band shall with a circle hem the traytor round and intercept the passage of their flight How now from whence com'st thou what art thou Cher. A Liege-man to Achomates Acho. To me Cher. Yes noble Prince and one whose life is vowd to further your desert and therefore yours Acho. We thank you and pray you leave us Cher. I can unfold an easie stratagem would crown the hopes of great Achomates Acho. What means the fellow Cher. to secure your state by Selymus his fall Acho. What i' st thou breath'st speak it again for many careful thoughts possesse my Soul that every blessed voice steales in the passage twixt my eare and haste By Selymus his fall to secure my state Cherse I can Achom. Delude me not and I will rain such an unmeasured plenty in thy lap heap such continuall honors on thy head that thou shalt shrink and stagger with the waight Cher. Judge of the means This night I have induc'd young Selymus to walk forth in this grove at the twelfth hour in hope to meet you here where having urg'd a combat and both met in eager conflict I have pawn'd my vow to rush from yonder thicket and with him joyne against you Acho. Villaine Cher. And Divel had my heart made promise with my tongue but heaven bears witness that my soul affects none but Achomates Try but my faith and meet this foe whom I have bayted thus with golden hopes and you will finde my deed in your defence all promise shall exceed Acho. I 'm resolv'd souldier when day is past and the full fancies of mortality busie in dreames and playing visions at the sad melancholy hour of twelve I le meet thee in this plaine Cher. And you shall find
guilded showers quench our loves no golden Engineer shall undermine the Castles of our faith nor blow them up with blasts of hop'd preferment were thy walls but paper were they made of brittle glasse our faiths should make them marble and as firm as Adamant Not walls but subjects love do to a Prince the strongest Castle prove Behold great Prince alleageance mixt with love lock'd in our brests thou art the living key to shut and to unlock them at thy pleasure no golden pick-lock shall e're scrue it self into these faithful locks whose only springs can be no other then our own heart strings Our greedy swords which erst imbru'd in blood did seem to blush at their own Masters acts and us upbraid with our most bloody facts though peace hath now condemn'd to pleasing rust yet at thy beck we 'le sheath them in the brest of daring Christians thus in war we 'le fight for thee whil'st thou dost strive for victory Here to describe such Princely vertues which should more adorn thy Crown then Orient pearles were but to shew a glasse and to commend thy self unto thy self Be gracious magnificent couragious or mild or more compendiously be more thy self raigne then and Mahomet grant that thou may'st passe Nestor in years as much as now thou dost in wisdom and in valour Herauld proclaim to the world his title and let swift-winged Fame second thy trumpet Her Long live Solymon c. Solym. VVe thank you friendly Actors of our blisse our patience hath at length tired out the gods our Empire hath been rackt enough with treasons and black seditions as if no Christians were left to conquer we weeld our Turkish blades against our selves embowelling the State with bloody discord by our strength we fall a scorn to Christians with our hands we shed that blood which might have conquered Christendome thus while we hate our selves we love our enemies and heal them with our sores whil'st we lye weltring in bloody peace the dy of the publick safety hath been already cast by th' hand of war treasons have made a blot which may provoke the enemy to enter and bear our men to dark Avernus Envy might have blusht though alwayes pale at all our projects now this bloody deluge is quite past return sweet peace with th' Olive branch enough of wars 't is thou must poure oyl into our scarrs Fly hence Hereditary hate discords dead let not succeeding enmities and hatred live let none presume to cover private sores with publick ruines nor let black discord make an Anatomy of our too leane Empire let it wax fat again when peace hath knit herknots then shal the wanton sounds of bells give place to thundering Bombardes and blood wash out the smoothing oil of peace every Souldier I 'le ordaine a Priest to ring a fatal knell to Christians and every minute unto earths wide womb shall sacrifice a Christians Hecatomb Then shall we make a league with Aeolus the winds shall strive to further our proceedings then will we load the seas and fetter Neptune with chaines that hold our Anchors he shall quake lest he to Pan resigne his watry Empire and three fork'd-mace unto my awful Scepter The Whales and Dolphins shall amazed stand that they shall yeild their place to Bears and Lions Sylla shall howl for fear when she shall see the Sea become a Forrest and her self mountainy then let Syrens quake for fear of Satyres then let the Christians think not that our Navy but the Country it self is come to move them from the growing earth Comets fiery swords shall be my Heraulds threatning to th' world sudden combustion Let our armes be steely bowes our arrowes thunderbolts and in stead of warlike Drumms thunder shall proclaim black destruction Vulcan I 'le tax thee exercise thy Forge prepare to me for all the world a scourge the Fates to me their powers shall resigne which with this hand will rend the strongest twine of humane breath First for the Isle of Rhodes destruction there shall keep his mournful Stage Th' inhabitants shall act a bloody Tragedy and personate themselves Then for Nayos I le death there shall keep her Court then I will make Vienna all a Shambles yea gaping Famine ever devouring alwayes wanting food shall gnaw their bowels and shall leave them nothing besides themselves to feed on their dead corps shall be entombed in their neighbours bellies There every one shall be a living Sepulcher an unhallowed Church-yard famine shall feed it self Then shall they envy beasts and wish to be our Jades our Mules Matrons shall strive to bring into the hateful light abortive Brats the Infants shall return and the lean womb shall be unto the babes a suddain tomb Then shall they hoard up carcasses and strive only to be rich in Funerals I 'de rejoyce to see them stand like Screech-Owles gaping when their Parents should expire and bequeath to hell their wretched souls to them their death All. Long live great Solymon our noble Emperour Soly. All this and more then this I 'le doe when peace hath glutted our new greedy appetites when it hath fill'd the veines of the Empire full with vigour then lest too much blood should cause Armies of vices not of men to kill us and strength breed weaknesse in our too great Empire then then and only then we shall think good with war to let the body politick blood Meane time we 'le think on our Fathers Funeral Oh I could be an holy Epicure in teares and pleasing sighs Oh I could now refresh my self with sorrow I could embalm thy corps with holy groanes from putrefaction Oh I could powder up thy thirsty corps with brinish teares and wipe them off with kisses and that I might more freely speak my grief these eyes should be still silent Orators till blindnesse shuts them up were I a woman But I am Solymon Emperor the Turk blood shall be my teares I 'le think thee slain amongst the Christians and translate my grief to fury every member of my body shall execute the office of a weeping sonne Thus in my teares an Argus will I bee my head heart hands and all shall weepe for thee Oh that the cruell Fates were halfe so milde as to drive streames of teares from forth the springs great sorrowes have no leasure to complaine Least ills vent forth great griefes within remaine See Selymus sometimes a four-string'd instrument feeding his Souldiers with sweet Harmony doth now tune nought to us but Lacrymae Could n' Aeschulapiùs be found to tune his disagreeing elements treasons crackt the string which else an head-ach would untune Every disease is a ragged fort to weare these strings asunder treason did lend death which both age and sicknesse did intend What then remaines but that his Funeral rites with our Grand fathers Uncles be solemnized that so black discord may be with them buried But noble Selymus what Tombe shall I prepare for thy memoriall shall a heavy stone presse thy innocent ashes
Emperors nor all the Gemmes that so inwreath the browes can so allure Fortune unto their gaze as she should still be constant O she 's blind nor doth she know her selfe where she is kind Those those are Kings and Queenes whose brest 's secure like brazen walles Lust's entrance not endure Where impotent ambition not intrudes nor the unstable talke of multitudes Fortune serves such they happiness command more than all Lybia's gold all Tagus sand as heaven hath given us no more conspicuous things than forme or beaury so like a forward spring Nothing more short Menthe. Madam divine not of a change Beliefe is too too prone in entertaining griefe Eum. Our Lord attends to enter in and surely sleepe envyeth his delight for he sits heavy on my drowsie lids draw all our Curtaines sleepe be guiles our eares Men. Madam good night time helpes suspicious fears Exit Menthe. This Song is to be sung in the Musick roome 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 mix gall And marriage turne to Funerall Scaena 3. Actus 2. Enter Amurath in his Night robes a Taper in his hand seemes much disturbed speakes Amur. Turke Amurath slave nay something baser King For all airy 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 murmur from their idle breath condemnes a King to infamy to death Were there a Metempseucosis of soules and nature should a free Election grant what things they afterwards would reinforme the vaine and haughtiest minds the Sun ere saw Would chuse it's Cottage in some Shepherds flesh nay be confin'd within some Dog or Cat than Antique-like pranck in a Kings gay-clothes Were I no King and had no Majesty I had more then all Kings blest liberty And without rumor might enjoy my choyce not fearing Censure of each popular voyce Poore men may love and none their wils correct but all turne Satyres of a Kings affect O my base greatnesse What disasterous 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 o's taske and would intreat a day of Heaven 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 kisse 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 fann'd with the wings of Mercury and Jove infectious but compar'd with this perfume Hence then th' ambition of that furious * youth Alexis 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 Eumorphe sweet I come you sacred powers who have bestowed some happenssse on man to helpe to passe away this sinful life Grant me a youthfull vigor yet a while full veines free strength compleat and manly sense to know and take a beauty most immense Scena 4. Actus 2. Amurath makes haste to the Bed on a suddaine enter Schahin disguised like the Ghost of Orchanes father to Amurath Scabin Amurath Amurath Amurath 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 heartbiting-hunger and soule-searching thirst the ne're 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 Ulcer 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 enterprize 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 plague 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 embraces be venemous as Scorpions If she conceive a Generation from thee let it be as ominous as thou hast beene to me Rebellious to thy Praecepts printing cares upon thy aged browes O may they prove as Faries 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 they flesh be all thine actions prosperous Mahomet shall be auspitious unto each designe Fortune to shew thee favour shall be proud Farewel If what men doe speake last before they die take root then dead mens should take more Exit Schahin Amur. What art thou vanisht Know thou carefull spright thou shalt no sooner pierce the wandring clouds with unperceived flight than my resolve shall expiate my former Vanity Looke on thy sonne thou airy intellect and see him sacrifice to thy command Now Titan turne thy breathing coursers backe start hence bright day a sable Cloud invade this universall Globe breake every prop and every hindge that doth sustaine the Heavens For straight must die a woman I have nam'd a crime that may accuse all Nature guilty The Sexe wisely considered deserves a
and nought but horror made them to believe 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 down Atlas with so many hands Actus 3. Scena 5. Enter Amurath with Embassadors from German Ogly concerning Bajazet Amurath's Eldest son and the Mahometans Daughter Cairadin Bassa presents Amurath with his Captives for Ianizaries c. Amurath How like our Captaines the last Victory if any can prophesie of future things me thought I did dream of this blessed hap How fortune did involve them in their ruin and flight from danger brought them in their ruine each one astonied with a suddaine feare knew not the danger that was then most neare Bassa Schahin presents Amurath with Captives for Ianizaries Bassa To adde more tryumph I present my Liege with these young Rebels which you may bring up in all the praecepts of our Mahomet Scah. And for great Emperor your person wants a thing which much ore-Clouds your light of state attendant Ianizaries to a Prince these may be so trained up as to supply the duty fit for such a Majesty Am. Bassa we thank thy strength Schahin your counsaile and to that end let them have safe protection But we must treat now of a marriage Lords the German Ogly he whose Scepter swaies the Phrygian confines in strong Asia by Embassie intreats that he may joyne his Daughter Hatum to our Bajazet Embassador here to our Counsell speak your Masters Message Emb. Please then your Maj. and these reverend heads to be inform'd my masters will by me In wedlock if your prince may be combin'd to the faire princesse his sole daughter he freely gives the Phrygian territories and Bythinia to you for your dowry Cutas Simon Egregios Sansale Abbettingon the Ottomans estate which Ottomans because he not endures the Noble Zelzucciom family protests to joyn with you in quelling their ambition Sca. May 't please your majesty to like mine advice it 's good to have alliance with such friends Kings that combine themselvs are like to shafts the ancient Sage propos'd unto his sonnes which whilst together they were close compact armes knees and his whole strength could never break take one by one they with a touch were crack'd so Kings may be orecome that stand alone but two such princes knit thus hand in hand should Nations totter they would firmely stand Am. Yes Schahin we 'll approve what thou saiest then from us carry the great Asiaes Monarch this our kindest greeting tell him the gates of Prusa shall stand ope and the glad ayre shall Eccho notes of joy to entertaine her who shall blesse our Land with hopefull issue greedy thoughts expect her soon arrivall and so Embassador enforme thy princesse when she shall appear A lasting Starr shall shine within our spheare Scen 6. Actus 3. Enter Sasmenos Lazarus Cobelitz Sas O Servia our Cities are turn'd flames each strives to hast his own and others death And as though heaven conspir'd destruction too that rains down scalding Sulphure on our heads here one that lyes thick gasping for his breath is choakt with blood that runs from 's fellows wounds whilst others for the dead are making graves themselves are made the corps that do fill them Nobles and base together perish all and a drawn sword sticks fast in every rib our stones are dy'd Vermillion with our blood old creatures that are creeping to the grave are thrust on faster Infants but in the threshold of their lives are thus kickt off Oh most disastrous times to love our deaths and make our life our crimes Laz. See see the ruins of our goodly Walls our Cities smoak hinder the sight of heaven The conqueror yet amaz'd measures out our Towns with eyes of terror and doth scarce believe he hath overcome us yet among these fires our dead men are denyed their funeral flames And those infectious carkasses do perform a second murder on the rest that live and all the hope of safety that we have is now to fix our flattering lips at 's feet mercy perhaps may wearied slaughter meet Sas Will you do so speak for I am determin'd Cob. No worthy General heaven avert and arm you with the proof of better thoughts What though a Tyrant strives to terrifie all Christendome and would not be beloved let not your feares give impious rage such scope as for to bring Religion to prophanenesse fortune and heaven will scorn to try a man that hurles his weapons hence and runs away How is he worthy of heavens victory that when it frownes dares not look up and see Me thinks we three are now inviron'd round with hosts of Angels and our powerful Mars is putting bows of steel into our hands he doth suggest our wrath and bids us on O what an army 't is to have a cause holy and just there there 's our strength indeed Tu mente Labantes Direge nos dubios et certo Robore firma If we must dye the narrow way to blisse shall be made wide for us the gate 's wide ope and the spread Palace entertaines with joy Mean time let 's look like men upon our grief our frown fate Despot Bulgaria come Turk once more at thee Tyrant mortals must command heavens favour in a case so just Exeunt Actus 4. Scena 1. Enter Aladin King of Caramania son in Law to Amurath with Nobles Embassadors from Amurath Alad. Sends our proud father-in-law this greeting to us was our sword sheath'd so soon to heare this answer Emb. My Lord he bad me tell you that 't was you have made him leave off this great Prophets wars when he was hewing down the Christians therefore submission should not now appease him no though your wife his daughter should her self upon her penitent knees be supplyant No sooner shall the Tycian splendid Sol open heavens Casements and inlarge the day but his horse hoofs shall beat your treacherous earth and that you may be warn'd of his approach murder and flames shall be his Prodromo's Alad. Confederate Princes and my kind allyes shall his proud nostrils breath those threats on us Emb. Moreover my Lord will or win or raze Iconium and Larenda Alad. Iconium and Larenda I No more had best look first how safe his Prusa stands Lords I am mov'd and will forget my Queen was ere the issue of his hated blood My splene is tost within mine entrailes pant as when the Sea is rais'd with Southern gusts the wind allay'd yet still the waves will tremble Princes now binde your selves with such strong chaines your faith and breaths can make swear to me all to be as firm to me ' gainst Amurath as is the skin and flesh unto the Nerves They all kneel and swear upon his sword Nobles We all sweare we will Alad. Then all here kisse my sword which shall be steept within the head-mans throat We 'l
is' t that we fight VVith Lybian Lyons Or Hyrcanian Beares which grinde us daily in their ravenous teeth The Tyrant as it were destructions Engineer helps Nature to destroy the worlds frame quickly Cob. Alas my Lord that needs not every day is a sufficient helper to decay Great workman who art sparing in thy strength to bring things to perfection and to oreturn all thy best works thou usest suddaine force when man 's an Embrio and first conceived how long 't is ere he sees his native light Then born with expectation for his growth tenderly nourisht carefully brought up grown to perfection what a little thing serves to call on his suddain ruining Laz. Come Cobelitz ' mongst those demolisht stones we 'll sit as Hecuba at those Trojan walls our teares shall be false glasses to our eyes through these we 'l look and think we yet may see our stately Pinacles and strong founded holds that which one hour can delapidate one age can scarce repaire Col. No sir for nothing's hard to Nature when she meanes for to consume A thousand Oakes which time hath fixt i' th earth as Monuments of lasting memory are in a moment turn'd to ashes all things that rise slowly take a suddain fall Laz. What course now Cobelitz must we stil be yoakt to misery and murder We scarce have room upon our bodyes to receive more wounds and must we still oppose our selves to more Cob. Yes We are ready still a solid mind must not be shak't with every blast of wind Pollux nor Hercules had none other art to get them Mansions in the Spangl'd heavens then a true firm resolve th' Adriatike Sea shall from his currents with tempestuous blasts be sooner mov'd than vertue from its aime Let us but think when we so many see enjoying greater quiet than our themselves how many have endur'd more misery Ilion Ilion what a fate hadst thou How fruitful wert thou in matter for thy foe Thus we 'll delude our grief make our self glad to think of miseries that others had Laz. Ay Captain ay they that furnish thee with sentences of comfort never saw their Cities burnt their Countries desolate 'T is easie for Physicians for to tell advice to others when themselves are well Cob. Tush tush my Lord there 's on our side we know one that both can and will our weake hands guide one that will strike and thunder Gyant then look for a dart we must not appoint when mean while help to convey this burden hence Turk though thy tyranny deny us graves corruption will give them spite of thee Nor do our corps such Tombs and Cavernes need for our own flesh still our own graves do breed And whom the earth receives not when they die heavens vault overwhelms them so their tomb 's ith'skie Exeunt with a dead Trunk Actus 4. Scena 4. Enter Aladin as flying an arrow through his arm wounded in his forehead his shield stuck with darts With him two Nobles Alad. Besieged on every side Iconium taken Entrencht within my foes my self must lie wrapt in my Cities ruine Turks come on 1. Nob. Nay but my Lord mean you to meet your death let 's hast our flight and trust more to our feet then words or hands Alad. Why so much of our blood is already spilt as should the glittering Sun exhale it upward 't would obnubulate It 's luster else to fiery Metors turn some counsel Lords he that 's amidst the Sea when every curled wave doth threat his death yet trusts upon the oares of his own armes and sometime the salt fome doth pity him A VVolf or Lion that hath fild his gorge with bloody prey at last will lie to sleep and the unnaturalst creatures not forget their love to those whom they do know their own My wife 's his daughter since we cannot stand his fury longer she shall swage his wrath The boysterous Ocean when no winds oppose grows calm revenge is lost when 't hath no foes 2. Nob. VVhy then my Lord array your self in weeds of a Petitioner take the Queen along and your two children they may move his eyes for desperate sores aske desperate remedies Ala. Go Lords go fetch some straight O heavens O fortune they that leane on thy crackt wheel and trust a Kingdomes power and domineer in a wall'd Palace let them look on me and thee Carmania greater instances the world affords not to demonstrate the frail estate of proudest Potentates of sturdiest Monarchies high Pinacles are still invaded with the prouder winds they must endure the threats of every blast the tops of Caucasus and Pindus shake with evey crack of thunder humble Vaults are nere toucht with a bolt ambiguous wings hath all the state that hovers over Kings Enter the 2. Nobles with a winding sheet Aladin puts it on I I this vesture sits my misery this badge of poverty must now prevaile where all my Kingdomes power and strength doth fail Why should not a prophetick soul attend on great mens persons and forewarn their ills Raging Bootes doth doth not so turmoile the Lybian ford as Fortune doth great hearts Bellona and Erynnis scourge us on should wars and treasons cease why our own weight would send us to the earth as spreading armes make the huge trees in tempest for to split For as the slaughter-man to pasture goes and drags that Oxe home first whose Bulk is greatest the leane he still le ts feed disease takes hold on bodies that are pampered with best fare so doth all ruine chuse the fairest markes at which it bends and strikes it full of shafts ambition made me now that eminent Butt And I that fell by mine own strength must rise by profest weaknesse Buckets full sink down whilst th' empty dance i' th' ayre and cannot drown Come Lords he out of 's way can never range who is at furthest worst nere finds ill change Actus 5. Scena 1. Enter at one door Amurath with attendants at the other door Aladin his Wife two Children all in white sheets kneel down to Amurath Am. Our hate must not part thus I 'le tell thee Prince thou ' ast kindled violent Aetna in our brest and such a flame is quencht with nought but blood His blood whose hasty and rebellious blast gave life unto the fire should heaven threat us know we dare menace it are we not Amurath whose awful name is even trembled at so often dar'd by Pigmy Christians which we will crush to ayre what haughty thought buzz'd thy presumtuous eares with such vain blasts to puffe thee into such impetuous acts or what durst prompt thee with a thought so frail as made thee covetous of so brave a death as this known hand should cause it know that throat shall feel it strangled with some slave brought up to nought but for an Hangman thy last breath torn from thee by a hand that 's worse than death Alad. Why then I le like the Roman Pompey hide my dying sight scorning
the weak jaws of man Aegyst Why what portentous newes Amaze us not tell us what e'r it be Nun. Were my mind settled would the gellid feare that freeseth up my sense set free my speech I would unfold a tale which makes my heart throb in my intrals when I seem to see 't Clyt Relate it quickly hold 's not in suspence Nun. Upon the mount of yonder rising cliffe which th' earth hath made a bulwark for the sea whose pearelesse head is from the streams so high that whosoe'r looks down his brain will swim with a vertigo The space remov d so far the object from the eye that a tall ship seem'd a swift flying bird upon this top saw I two men making complaints to heaven one's voyce distinctly still cry'd Father King great Agamemnon whose diviner soul fled from thy corps exil'd by butchers hands his friend still sought to keepe his dying life with words of comfort that it should not rush too violently upon the hands of Fate He deafe as sea to which he made his plaints still cryed out Agamemnon I will come and find thy blessed soul where e'r it walk in what faire Temple of Elysium so e'r it be my soul shall find it out With that his friend knit him within his arms striving to hold him but when t was no boot they hand in hand thus plung'd into the maine strait they arose and striv'd me thought for life but swelling Neptune not regarding friends wrapt their embraced limbs in following waves Until at last their deare departing souls hastned to Styx and I no more could see Stro. O 't was Orestes 't was my Pylades which arm in arm did follow him to death Elect. O my Orestes O my dearest brother 'T is he 't is he that thus hath drown'd himself Aegyst Why then if Agamemnon and his son have brought their lease of life to the full end I am Thyestes son and the next heire to sit in Argos Throne of Majesty Thanks to our Alpheus sea who as 't'ad striv'd to gratifie Aegystheus rais'd his force and gathered all his waters to one place they might be deep enough to drown Orestes But come my Queen let us command a feast To get a kingdome who 'ld not think it good to swim unto it through a sea of blood Actus 3. Scena 1. Enter Tyndarus Misander Tynd. Our daughter sends for us how fares she well she mournes I 'm sure for her husbands death Mis My Lord she took it sadly at the first But time hath lessen'd it Tind I grief soon ends that flows in teares they still are womens friends But how is' t rumord now in Argos though that Agamemnon died Mis Why he was old and death thought best to seize on him at home Tynd. 'T was a long home he got by coming home Well well Misander I like not the course the peoples murmure makes my cheeks to blush Mis My gracious Lord who trusts their idle murmur must never let the blush go from his cheek They are like flags growing on muddy banks whose weak thin heads blown with one blast of winde they all will shake and bend themselves one way Great minds must not esteem what small tongues say All things in state must ever have this end the vulgar should both suffer and commend if not for love for feare great Majesty should do those things which vulgars dare not fee. Tynd. O Sir but those that do commend for feare do in their hearts a secret hatred beare Ever learn this the truest praise indeed must from the heart and not from words proceed I feare some soul play doth Aegystheus meane then totally for to invest himself in Agamemnons seate Where 's young Orestes Mis Why my Lord he for the great grief conceiv'd being young not knowing well to rule himselfe with sway of reason ranne upon his death and threw himselfe with my lord Strophius sonne into the midst of Alpheus so was drown'd Ty. How took my daughter that Mys Why wisely too and like her selfe not being in despaire her royal wombe will bring forth many more shall be as deare as e'r Orestes was Tynd. I feare heaven cannot look with equall eyes upon so many deaths but meanes to send plague after plague for in a wretched state one ill begets another dismal Fate But go and tell my daughter I will come and help to solemnize her nuptial night Her hasty wedding and the old Kings neglect makes my conjectural soul some ill suspect Exeunt Scen. 2. Enter Orestes and Pylades Orest If ever God lent any thing to earth whereby it seem'd to sympathize with heaven it is this sacred friendship Gordian knot which Kings nor Gods nor Fortune can undoe O what Horoscopus what constellation held in our birth so great an influence which one affection in two minds unites How hath my woe been thine my fatal ill hath still been parted and one share been thine Pyl. Why dearest friend suppose my case were thine and I had lost a father wouldst not thou in the like sort participate my grief Ores Yes witnesse heaven I would Pyl. So now thou hast lost a father Orest True Pylades thou putst me well in mind I have lost a father a dear dear father a King a brave old King a noble souldier and yet he was murdered O my forgetful soul Why should not I now draw my vengeful sword and strait-way sheath it in the murderers heart Minos should never have vacation whilst any of our progeny remain'd Well I will go and so massacre him I 'll teach him how to murder an old man a King my father and so dastardly to kill him in his bed Pyl. Alas Orestes Grief doth distract thee who is' t thou wilt kill Orest Why he or she or they that kill'd my father Pyl. I who are they Orest Nay I know not yet but I will know Pyl. Stay thy vengeful thoughts and since thus long we have estrang'd our selves from friends and parents let 's think why it is and why we had it noised in the Court we both were dead the cause was thy revenge that if by any secret private meanes we might but learn who 't was that drench'd their swords in thy deare fathers blood we then would rouze black Nemesis in flames from out her cave and she should be the umpire in this cause Mans soul is like a boistrous working sea swelling in billows for disdain of wrongs and tumbling up and down from day to day grows greater still in indignation turns male-content in pleaselesse melancholy spending her humours in dull passion still locking her senses in unclosed gins till by revenge she 's set at liberty Orest O now my thirsty soul expects full draughts of Ate's boyling cup O how twoul'd ease my heart to see a channel of his blood streaming from hence to hell that kill'd my father Pyl. I but deare friend thou must not let rage loose and like a furious Lion from whose den the
confess Strophius weeps Orest Yes I confess Pylad. No King 't is I confess Aegyst How now Lord Strophius what affects you so that makes your tears bewrayers of some passion Stroph. My gracious Sovereign this strange spectacle renews the Memory of my once great loss and my dear Queens we once were blest with two which so had link'd themselves in bands of love as these men now do seem to me they have One stream of love did in two hearts so glide one with the other liv'd with th' other di'd And would my Queen be my competitor for our Sons sake my suits should joyn with her since Justice craves but one and both will go even save them both and right wrong'd Justice so Clyt. I good my love let Justice come and look if she can finde in all her Statute Book two men for the same crime should rightly die she will not say so Justice cannot lie And since they both will die let ones love save the others life and so both life shall have Aegyst In troth my Queen and my old Lord have mov'd Well since your loves are both so strongly tyed and friendship like an old acquaintance sends to her friend Justice that she should be milde and looks with eyes of Mercy on your fault considering our immunity proclaim'd and such Petitioners as you both have got Death in our Sentence now shall have no part whilst who should have done worst confession strives too much confession thus saves two mens lives But now we must demand what you made here What business or condition you profess Pylad. Great King our duty owes to thee our lives and were we men that striv'd to set a cloud before these gifts Art hath instructed us or we have purchac't at a most dear rate of cost and labour yet thy clemency commands us to lay open all to thee yet for my self I rather count my state blest that I lighted on this honest man whose accurate and watchful indagation hath taught him for to heal the wounds of Nature by his exceeding skill in wholsom herbs one that when I did think my shred of life had been quite cut did tie it up again and make it last recall'd my youthful dayes and made me Aeson-like become thus young for which great practise I did owe my life and thence proceeded our late pious strife Aeg. Nay then I 'm glad our mercy did extend on men whom such rare vertues do commend our love shall then grow greater our Court shall entertain you and 't may chance we will my Queen and I make tryal of your skill Orest My gracious Sovereign words must not have wings to pass and to out-flye the bounds of truth only to win the Elixar of opinion but for my friend I here profess so much and for my life do stand so deeply bound that all my Art can ne're make recompence Please but your Graces self and your dear Queen appoint the secrets of the safest room to let me shew my self to none but you though Nature dried up with too much time deny to spring in fruit from forth your loins or any other strange impediment our Art preserves from sickness ruining And 't will be blest to shew it to a King Aegyst Ha prethee let me speak with thee apart Thou strik'st on tunes now make me glad to hear we will commit our secresie to thee Can'st water barren Wombs with such a dew shall make 'em flourish and wax green with fruit Although we cannot altogether blame that Nature hath been too unkind to us yet we would plant each corner of our Realm with springing Branches of our Royal self to compass in our selves and we stand in the midst Kings in their Children do great blessing finde and great men love to Propagate their kinde Orest Great Sovereign boasting words shall ne're out-weigh the things I will perform I speak not fame but what I have said I will do the same Aegyst We like thy temper well and we will trust therefore this night we will appoint it so thou shalt be guided to our secretst room and there shalt use thy skill which if it take our love shall honour thee for Physicks sake Exeunt Aegyst Clyt. Tynd. Orest Good heavens I thank you your effectual power hath shewed your justice in this blessed hour Now is occasion put thus murder layes the trap wherein it self it self betrayes Pyl. Old Lord a word with you Orest and with you Lady They take Stroph. and Elect. back Pyl. Had not you once a Son lov'd the young prince Stop Yes Sir but Fates envied my happiness and holds both Prince and Son away too long Orest And had not you a brother Lady once When heard you of him last He went to travel Elect. In truth I had but I can hear no news They discover themselves Stro. O see my son welcome my dearest boy Elect. Our Brother our Orestes is come home Stroph. 'T is they indeed O how my blood revives Let me embrace them O ye 'r welcome home now is the Autumne of our sorrow done Elect. What silent place hath smothered you so long Of what great Powers have you counsel ta'ne concerning the great Plot you had in hand Orest Uncle and Sister we must not stand now embracing much and bidding welcome home you see before I come how things do stand My business hastens and my friend and I have yet a greater Project to perform Only Electra we must have your ayde to help us with their Child for now 's the time when blest occasion strives to help revenge Elect. Why Brother is the Child in any fault that was unborn when that our Father died And 't is a lusty boy O hurt not that Orest Tush I must have it it shall have no hurt worse than my Father Elect. Shal't not indeed Orest Believe me no worse hurt but let 's be gone I 'le be a tripode Paracelsian Exeunt Scen. 6. Enter a Chamberlain and a Boy to sweep the Room Cham. Boy sweep the room set each thing in his place the King and Queen take Physick here to night Boy Sir and you 'll help me I am ready here They set a Table Cham. Fetch them two Chairs Boy Yes Sir What Carpet mean you shall be spread a' th boord Cham. That of red velvet set the silver cups there may be use of them to take the potion Sets two bowles So now all 's well the room is well prepar'd Enter Orestes like a Doctor of Physick Orest Is this the room friend where the King must be Cham. Yes this is the room Sir 't is the privat'st this Orest You must avoyd it then and tell his Grace that I stay here provided ' gainst he come Cham. His Grace shall know it Exit Scena 7. Enter Pylades with a little boy in 's hand Pyl. I faith Orestes prethee spare the child it hath no fault but 't is too like thy mother Orest Like my mother O most execrable
thee the heavens will look with a more chearful brow on Cerberus Orest Why let heaven look as 't will t is my crown that I have done an act shall make heave frown Tynd. O what earth loves so much a guilty soul that it can bear thee Orest Why Sir this is mine and this shall bear me Am I not right heire Tynd. Thou heir to kingdoms thou a subject rather to help to make a Players Tragedy Ore Why that will make me swell with greater pride to think my name shall drop in lines of blood from some great Poets quill who well shall paint how bravely I reveng'd my fathers death that is the thing I wish'd and 't is my glory I shall be matter for so brave a story But where 's my Crown 1. Lord. No murderer wee 'l rather joyn with him this old man here to take away thy life then such a homicide shall frame us laws who hath himself rac'd out the laws of Nature 2. Lord. Yes and wee 'l set here Argos crown on him who shall enact some pnnishment for thee which although none can equalize this deed yet what our griefs can think all shall be done and wee 'l forget thou' rt Agamemnons sonne Ore Why think you on your worst I scorn to crave I had three lives you but my one shall have Tyn. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that which while there is a world throughout the world will be pronounc'd for the most horrid deed that ever came into the thought of man a thing which all will talk of none allow I here disclaim that name of Grand-father and I must quite forget that in thy veynes my blood doth flow but think it then let out when thou letst out my daughters And since you kind Lords commit the state unto my years years too unfit heavens know to beare a state My mind methinks contends for to decree somewhat which to my self I dare not tell Just conceiv'd wrath and my affection strives hate forbids pity pity forbids hate and exile is but barren punishtnent Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes O never let thy sight offend me more all thy confederates and all thy friends You Pylades which did so smoothly cloake the dam'nd profession he did undertake You Strophius Strop My Lord I know not ought Yet since one foot is now in Charons boat if it please you set tother too aflote Tynd. Not so but I will banish you the Court and you Electra come I must forget affection too towards you you gave the child which you had charge of to the murtherers sword Elect. Why Grandsire I herein no wrong do find since all these go I would not stay behind Tynd. Nay but no one shall company the other hence thou Cocytus stream of this offence Strophius and Pylades Electra hence Exeunt Strophius Pylades Electra Orest Why farwel Grandsire since thou bidst I flie and scorn companions for my misery Exit Orestes Tynd. Unto this punishmeht this one more I add that none shall dare to give Orestes food and this decree shall stand I speak with grief and here pronounce Orestes no relief Hence with these corps poor child what hadst thou don thy Nurses prayers that there might spring a rose where e'r thou trod'st could not keep back thy foes Some plague he hath but such a matricide should never die although he ever dy'd Scena 2. Enter Electra and Strophius Elect. Thus never lesse alone then when alone where to our selves we sweetly tell our woes Thou Uncle chief companion to our griefs and soul partaker of our miseries why do we live when now 't is come to passe it is scarce known that Agamemnon was He dies far easier who at first doth drown then he which long doth swim and then sinks down Stroph. Nay Neece me thinks I now do see the haven where my ag'd soul must leave this tossed bark made weak with years and woes yet I commend unto my son the heart of a true friend that 's all the will I leave and let him know friendship should ever be but most in woe And so I leave thee Neece I first must die to hast a period to this Tragedie He dies Elect. O envious Fates could you not use me thus have I not grief enough to burst my heart Was my life's thread twisted and knit so strong that the keen edg of all these miseries can never cut it off must I bear more 'T is all my safety now not to be safe Are there so many wayes to rid ones life and can I hit on none They say that death is every where and yet I find him not Tush but I seek him not why my own hand might grasp him to me if I did but strive Now hand help ease my heart and make a way to let out grief that hath so long dwelt here Stabs her self Now knife thou 'st done good service there lie by heaven well decreed it nothing life can give but every thing can make us not to live Scena 3. Enter Cassandra Now Priams Ghost haste haste I say to look with chearful eyes on the sinister book and there to Hecuba my mother shew the tragick story of thy conquered foe And let Andromecha my sister see what Agamemnons race is come to be Now Troy may gratifie that most sad doom conquered by those that thus themselves or'ecome let Greece so flourish still let Argos be puft with the pride of their great victory Let it bear Souldiers so withal it bear Orestes too now mother never fear Argos makes me to laugh which made thee weep the Trojans in the grave now sweetly sleep their sorrow hath the end now these begin to overflow themselves with mutual sin And after all Orestes we may see hath lost his reason mans sole propertie Scena 4. Enter Orestes furens Orest By you shall not nay I am decreed do tear tear me yes I have deserv'd it Cass O brave O brave he 's mad as well as I I 'm glad my madnesse hath got company Orest Mother why mother will you kill my father Then I 'll kill you tush I have don 't already Much patience will grow fury in time follow you me you beast you damn'd Aegystheus I 'll hew thee piece by piece look off my mother Cass I am she or one loves thee well Ore Out you witch you witch Ca. Murderer murderer Orest Dost whisper with the devils to torment me O how they lash me with their snaky whips Why Megaera Megaera wilt not hold thy hand Are you there too Erynnis hey all hell my Grandsier Atreus he stands fighting there but hee 'll ha'th better on 't keep Cerberus keep keep the gates fast or all hell breaks loose Mother I see you O you are a whore Did I kill you witch dost thou laugh dost thou Cass Why this is fine my very looks do whip him Orest. Could I but get the stone from Sysiphus I 'de dash thy brains out
O are you there I faith Spies Strophius and Electra dead a bed so close with your adulterer I 'll stab your lustful souls with your own knives Stabs them with Electra's knife Cass O clap clap O rare beyond expectation hold good heart do not burst with laughter Orest Will you not wake sleep sleep then your last Look how they fly i' th ayre Cas I see them see them Orest Why Jove dost mean to let them into heaven O th' art come down and gone to hell Pluto see Pluto hee 's afraid of them O spare my sides my sides my sides the blood O now you touch my ribs Cass Hey how he skips O excellent whips himself O sweet Catastrophe do's non see 't but I Clap clap again would all Priams sons and daughters were here now to help me laugh Orest Lash on lash on Canidia art thou there why grandsire would it were to do again nay Aeacus I feare no whipping posts lavgh'st thou thou witch I 'll follow thee to hell Exeunt currentes Scen. 5. Enter Pylades alone Pyl. Thus seeking others I have lost my self my friend and father banisht and whilst I wander to seek them for to ease their woe I here more grief proclaim'd against my friend that none must succor none must give him food and yet I 'll seek him and should all the laws that tyranny should think upon restrain I 'de draw my blood forth for to let him drink But O what 's here O I have found too soon one which I sought my fathers wearied soul Spies Strophius dead in sighs hath now expired out it self Now O ye sisters your great task is don you ne're untwine what you have once begun Thus obvious to our Fates t' our selves unkind we haste to seek that which too soon we find Alas why do our souls too greedy burn to hasten thither whence we nere return We run to 't of our selves ' sif death were slow should he come tardy we too soon should go For the first day that gives us our first breath doth make us a day nearer unto death All this huge world which now on earth so strive to morrow this time may not be alive Great Troy is down since Agamemnon fell since my dear father which but now was well O art thou come dear friend for thee I sought Enter Orestes here 's some food yet in spight of all the laws Orest Wilt bid me to dinner Pluto ha with what Give me no snakes I I go I go up to Cythaerus top I hate thy meat Pyl. Heavens he 's distracted now doth fury right when thus against her self her self doth fight 'T is I man here 't is Pylades not Pluto Orest Ha Pylades I they have banisht him but grandsire look too 't I 'll tear out your maw Pylades Pylades I come Pylad. Why I am he look friend dost not know me Or. Yes yes thou wert with me when I kil'd my mother and see the Furies now would whip thee too Alecto look look here 's Alecto too O Clytemnestra hay how the Lion skips and Taurus he would tosse me on his horns Look on the Ram see the Beare roars at me and Charon he would fling me into Styx Pylad. He fears the heavenly signs nay then now time hath brought true punishment on every crime Orest Dash out the puppets brains the little boy the bastard my mothers bastard so blood spin my mother kild my father kild the King but she got little by 't look on her brest it bleeds it bleeds so so Aegystheus so Pylad. O what a strange distemper stirs his brain Thou gentle Somnus in whom care doth rest kind father of cold death and son of peace which comes to Kings and poor men all alike bind his disturbed brain tie up his sense let him but live to die now t is not long before we both shall sing our funeral song Orest Ha! must I sink can I not keep aloft What is the stream so strong why then I 'll dive Falls a sleep and come to hell the sooner Pylad. So gentle sleep thou gather'st up his wandring brains again this is but half dead yet half dead he lies but t is not long before he wholly dyes Musick within Heark they play Musick O these sounds do harm enticing wo with their melodious charm These please not men in woe these time do keep but miseries best falling is to weep Our stops are nought but sobs our hearts we bring whereon we prick the sol-fa which we sing A song within together with the Musick Weep weep you Argonauts Bewail the day That first to fatal Troy You took your way Weep Greece weep Greece Two Kings are dead Argos thou Argos now a grave Where Kings are buried No heire no heire is left But one that 's mad See Argos hast not thou Cause to be sad Sleep sleep wild brain Rest rock thy sence Live if thou canst To grieve for thy offence Weep weep you Argonauts c. Pyl. Peace Musick peace our plaints have louder cries a heart that 's sad can never harmonize Grief cannot keep his time all time 's too long sighs are best sem-briefs to his doleful song My ditties mournful though thou sweetly play thus do we all even blow our lives away Orestes wakes But dost thou wake Orestes is rest fled sleep ne'r dwels long in a molested head Orest Hark hark the Furies entertain my mother Orpheus would fetch Euridice from hell see he looks back wouldst venture so thou fool I 'de see my mother burnt before I de goe why shouldst thou bring her she would stifle thee stifle thee in thy bed as my mother did Pyl. Still harping on thy mother Orest Harping no let Orpheus harp O I she was she was a very very Harpie Pyl. Thus madness playes and keeps a certain measure in his words Orest O I suckt out my mothers dearest blood I did indeed O she plagues me for 't now O I must goe lie down in Tytius place Ixion too he Sir would fain resign I scorn your petty plagues I 'll have a worse O the vulture the wheel the vulture Pyl. See how his conscious thoughts like fiends of hell do arm themselves and lash his guilty soul He see 's no vulture nor no Scorpion strikes yet doth his conscience whip his bloody heart he needs no witnesses he hath within a thousand thoughts which testifie his sin No punishment so strict no deadly smart as private guilt that smiteth on the heart Orest I did I do confesse I did I killd them all ript up the womb that bear me nay I did O Tantalus thy plague some meat some meat who pulls those apples hence let them alone nay sink to the bottom I will follow thee Lies down to drink the rivers dry my mother hath drunk all Pyl. Alas come go with me we will find drink Orest Is Pluto's buttry ope his drink 's too hot I doubt 't will scald me but I 'll tast on