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
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
suit Orest Nay but Egystheus you can aggravate to doe a haynous murther and i' th Court I' th place of Justice where the King might hear upon a chief attendant of the Kings Murther it self is past all expiation a crime that nature most of all abhors and look how manhood and civility stand at the bar of Justice and there plead how much they 'r wrong'd and how much defac'd when man doth dye his hands in blood of man Now hearken King I 'll use thy Rhetorick thou didst a haynous murther in the Court not which the King did hear but which he felt when no petition could good man prevaile therefore this dies this first shall have his due Stabs it againe that the blood spirts in his face this mischief done revenge shall prompt anew Aeg. O the gods blush and heaven looks pale at this a fathers face besmear'd with his childs blood Orest My hast deceives my will tush all this yet may be call'd piety you shall tast too mother Turns it to her Clyt. O why dos't banish nature from his place Look on thy mothers tears worse then those groans and pangs she had when she first brought thee forth When of thy friends or parents thou hast wrong patience not fury doth to thee belong Is this the blessing that thy knee should ask Repay'st thou thus my kisses and my tears which flow'd from me to thee in tender years Orest O why did you so banish woman-hood when you and this damn'd villain base adulterer made in my fathers side so many wounds and brought a brave old King into this state See here 's his bones my pocket can contain Pulls bones from his pocket great Agamemnon and repayd you thus his kind embraces all his loving signs Aegystheus you are thirsty you shall drink Fills two cups with the childs blood gives it them yes you shall clear your throat by you shall Aegy. O mischief above mischief what Heniochus bred on a stony rock could e'r endure to see a fathers thirst quench'd with such blood Hast thou no measure hath revenge no end Ore Who first doth mischief may keep mean i' th deed but who revengeth must all mean exceed Nay mother wee 'l not bar you of your draught Gives one cup to her Clyt. O Nature see here all thy law infring'd a mothers prayers prevail not with her son Orest Pray with Thyestes it shall never move me But first Aegystheus Do thou haste revenge Stabs him Aegyst O I am wounded O when dost thou end Orest Nay I have scarce begun Now mother you Sabs her So now I 'll stand and look and on hell call nay my revenge must not be usual One more for thee Aegystheus only let out the blood you drank before Aegyst O my heart feels it Orest Now mother you and your love the same Clyt. O kill me quickly time prolongs my wo and since I must die let me quickly goe Orest You know your sentence Let him feel he dies who strait threats death knows not to tyrannize Aegy. This brings ten deaths Or. Would t would an 100 bring one death 's too little to revenge a King Hence hence adulterous soul to Tantalus and let hell know who 't was sent thee thither he dies Now mother you shall follow but he first lest that like Lovers you go hand in hand Clyt. Why son whose death is it thou dost revenge thy fathers but on whom upon thy mother On her which brought thee forth which took most care to bring thee up from whom thou tookst thy self thou' rt sure thou art mine but dost not know who 't was begate thee Orest Wil 't Bastardize me Yes mother yes I know I was his son Alas why what are you a senselesse peice of rotten earth can do as much to corn as you to me bear it and bring it forth but Agamemnon he that seed did sow and only unto him my self I ow and for him thou shalt die Clyt. O I confesse my conscience tells me I deserve no lesse and thus thy mother from thee doth depart leaving vexation to torment thy heart She dies Orest Now friend I see my father live again and in his royal state at Argos Court This is the night in which he first came home O blessed powers of hell divine Canidia Now am I satisfied now hath revenge perfection and nothing grieves me but that Tyndarus my mothers father did not see her die I le in and tell him my thoughts must reveale those acts I do this night who would conceale Now soul triumph whist that my deed shall shine I' th face o th Court and all the world know 't mine Actus 5. Scena 1. Enter Orestes in his gown Tyndarus Strophius Electra Pylades two Lords Ore My Lord your daughters potion works most rarely the King 's asleep God blesse his Majesty O do not wake him faith 't is pity la. Tynd. What do I see ha blood the little child dead my daughter bleed Aegystheus kill'd Orest Your Lordships eyes do fail 't is but spilt wine Tynd. Lay hands o' th villain 't is the Physicians deed Orest Nay friends hands off 't is no Physician now Discovers himself See see old Tyndarus dost thou know me yet Fetch me my Crown and robes nay I 'll ascend Is not Atrides eldest son your King Tynd. What hast thou done foul Viper to eat out thy mothers bowels what was this thy deed Thy silence sayes 't was thine What Tanais Tygris or Rhenus or what flowing sea should wash thee in the salt Meotis streame Or Tethis at full tide o'rflow thy banks still would the spots of murder stick on them Orest Why Grandsire I go not about to wash by 't was all the fruit I thought to win to think all mischief here could be no sin Tynd. See see thy mother look upon her now on her whose eyes thou hast for ever clos'd which eyes have often wakned at thy cry and hush'd thee with a lullaby to sleep See see these hands which oft with so much care wrapt gently up thy unset tender limbs See see this face wont at thy signes to smile when nature gave not leave unto thy tongue to utter thy childs meaning Orest See see these bones these nasty rotten bones which had so often lock'd his hands in hers here stood the tongue which oft had call'd her sweet dear Clytemnestra and then stopt his speech and told his love in a more speaking signe Here stood those eyes which fed upon her face and made her of thy daughter a great Queen and she made him a dish for loathed worms Tynd. Suppose she did there was but one yet dead and with ones death again should be repaid Orest No Tyndarus had I desir'd but one I should have thought I had desired none Why methinks I should too have kill'd thee the number is too little yet of three Tynd. Into what land what country wilt thou fly all earths all lands all countries will fly
Cherseogles Mesith Ha! we are sweetly plung'd if cold despaire benumme his youthfull courage and he faint Mustaph Would I were fairely rid of all these cares Isaack Dejected Cowards are you not asham'd thus to give up the goale of dignity to heartlesse feare Here comes the Messenger What newes from Selymus Messen Even nothing certaine ambiguously he promis'd to be here as soone as I. Mesith I' st even so Musta We are quite dash't undone Isa Lift up your downe-cast spirits Who comes here Enter Selymus Mesith Who Selymus Musta Where sweete Isaack doe not tell him that we were sending forth faith's latest breath Isaac Enough I will not Happy Selymus Bassaes Long live great Selymus Sely. We thanke you friends Your care hath fostered up our infant hopes beyond the pitch of expectation We heare that Bajazet is going now from hence to Constantinople my men lie closely ambusht in the middle way close by a ruinous city there expect a sudden on-set but till then farewell When we meete next our ensignes wav'd on high shall shine like Meteors blazing in the skie Exit Isaac Fortunes best care goe with thee Mesith Brave boy y'faith Musta I shall adore him whilest I breath for this Isaac Againe in heart Let 's follow Bajazet come lads away the sunne of all his glory sets this day Exeunt Enter Selymus with souldiers Selym. Come on the honored youth of Tartary my brothers and joynt sharers of my woe draw forth the weapons of inflam'd revenge against this horrid monsters Tyranny I seeme like Romes great Caesar when opprest with Pompeys grating malice he led forth his noble French-men through the snowy Alpes I have my Curio Isaack in the Court and Cherseogles like grim Catoes ghost soothes the rough humour of fierce Bajazet These mens examples were we faint and loath would set sharpe spurs unto our slow pac'd wrath and whet our dull-edg'd anger but I see in your smooth brow perfect alacrity We stand to thwart the passage of a fiend through whose wide yawning throat hath coasted downe the blood of Princes in continuall streames ha's fed and pamper'd up his appetite with the abhorr'd destruction of his owne and glutted on the blood of innocents Stood wee like marble statues in his way and had no use of policy and wit our Irefull Prophet Mahomet would send sense life and valour through our stony joynts that we might ruinate this gastly bore made by some hellish fury to confound the order of this wondred Universe I le grapple with the monster hee 's at hand If you stand firme the Common Wealth may bee a slave to Bajazet but I le live free Enter Bajazet Cherseogles Isaack Mesithes Mustapha Baja. No Drumme nor Trumpet hath disturb'd the ayre within the reach of mine attention Isaac And I admire it 't were a miracle if that ambitious boy intend no harme Omnes What noyse is that A confused noyse of exclamation within arme arme arme Soldiers Helpe Bajazet the vauntgard 's almost slaine the Tartars lay in ambush Baja. What so neere Set up our standard I le give battell here hang out defiance scorne and proud contempt write in the blood-red colours of your plumes summon our Army Enter a drum from these skirmishes speake out the traitors doome in thine alarmes Thought he to daunt our courage Drum sounds Enter souldiers severally dropping in sweating as from fight Valiant souldiers when I behold the manner of this warre when treason copes with awfull Majesty a gracelesse sonne with his owne aged Sire me thinks to bid you fight were full as vaine as to bid heavy clouds fall downe in raine but when I view the Chaos of the field and wild confusion striking valour dead I cald you not as Captaines doe to boyes to read a lecture of encouragement but that your ancient vertue may be showne in this my last defence I wish to dye reveng'd that death sorts best with Majesty Drums sounding A confused noyse with clashing of armour Excurrunt Bajazet and Selymus Baja. Selymus Selym. Bajazet Baja. Jove lend me but a minutes patience Unnaturall sonne Selymus Uncharitable Father Baja. Father My sword shall hew that title off and cut in twaine kindreds continued line by which thou canst derive thy blood from mine Abortive monster thou first breath of sin we had but slender shadows of offence till thou creptst forth to the offended light the very masse and stocke of villanie Crimes in all others are but thy influence Nature ha's planted viprous crueltie In thy darke brest the scandall of her workes her error and extract perfection of vices the first well-head of bad things from whence the world of ills draw their weake springs Sel. Then heare me speake too you have bin to me no Father but a sowre Pedanticke wretch one that with frosty precepts striv'd to kill the flaming heate of my ambitious youth as vainely as to strangle fire with straw you sit so dayly hovering on your Throne as if youl 'd hatch new Monarchies to feed the hungry gulfe of your unbridled pride Y 'ave surfeited on titles y 'ave ingrost honor you are the moth of eminence and liberall fortunes answered your desires You had deflow'rd th' infinitie of Crownes With your adulterate ambition Y' are Soveraignties horse-leach and have spild the blood of State to have your owne veines fild Baja. Hold hold thy venom'd tongue if there be hid more of this kind un-uttred I le rip up thy full fraught bosome and to save mine eare mine eyes shall overview what I 'le not heare Darst thou fight Traitor Selym. Dare I be call'd a King Dare I unsheath my sword or gather might If I dare ought of these I dare to fight Baja. Guard thee I 'de not omit the sweete desire and pleasure of revenge were heaven my hyre They fight Selymus is beaten off Bajazet pursues reenters at another doore The slave has scap't the power of my wrath midst the dissever'd troups of scattered foes I lost him in a smoky cloud of dust so thicke as if the tender Queene of Love had wrapt her brat Aeneas from my sight Enter Isaack Mesithes Mustapha Isaak Joy to my Liege of his last victory Mesith The bold Tartarians flew like fearefull Harts before the hunters rage Baja. So let them fly heaven raine downe vengeance on their cursed heads it is our honour that the frighted slaves owe their lives deerest safeties to their heeles Enter a Dwarfe How now whence come you Dwar. From yonder hay-ricke Sir Baja. Didst thou see Selymus when he fled the field Dwar. No indeed I was two farre crept in Baja. O you are brave attendants Let 's forward in our journey these affaires Achomates must know his golden wish the people have delayd perhaps hee le frowne and trample filiall duty under feete as this hath done but let them storme their fill Vertue 's not shipwrackt in a sea of ill Actus 5. Scena 1. Enter Achomates alone with a bloody sword in his
What stranger 's this my blessed Genius haunts me Isaack I take thee in with open love What speaks thy Presence Isa Good newes to Selymus Sely. From whom Isa From Bajazet Sely. 'T is strange if good Isa And full as good as strange March quickly hence I 'le tell you as we walk if constant Chance smile on our project e're this Sun go down we may salute you with a glorious Crown Sely. I follow even to death Grand Mars to thee I 'le build an Altar if thou prosper me Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 4. Enter Achomates and Souldiers Acho. Revenge my black impiety each brow seemes with a scornful laughter to deride those empty Menaces of Bajazet And Bajazet is not our Father now sith he hath wrong'd the duty of a Son but a scorn'd Enemy whose prostrate soul shall make a step by which I will ascend up to the radiant throne of heavenly State if you but lend your help and free consent Souldiers Lead us along the mysty banks of hell through Seas of danger and the house of death we are resolv'd to follow one by one to second each step of Achomates Acho. This resolution is as great as just continue it brave spirits he 's a slave that having sinn'd dares not defend his sin The world shall know I dare For though our cause be wrong yet wee 'l make good the breach of laws Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 5. Enter Bajazet and Corcutus Cor. Would I had slept with Trizham and that hand that strangled Mahomet had stopt my breath rather then live to see my selfe thus wrong'd Baja. Despaire not sweet Corcutus what I promis'd I 'le keep most true and here again I vow when I am dead this honour to thy brow I have call'd home that rebel Selymus only to tame a Traytor And that done we have no other heire no other son beside Corcutus to whose free command we do bequeath the duty of this land Enter Mesithes and Mustapha Is Isaack not return'd Mesi My Liege he is Musta And Selymus with him Baja. Let them approach Enter Selymus and Isaack as they enter speak Isa Let your high spirit shrink below it self in a dissembled shew of penitence Sely. Tush I can bow as if my joynts were oyld and tumble at his feet Isa Practise your skill Selymus fals at Bajazets feet Bajâ— Lesse shew and more good meaning Selymus Arise these crouching feates give slender proofes of inward loyalty Sely. Right noble Father mine expedition to avenge your cause upon the head of proud Achomates be my just trial Baja. Hast then May thy arm by breathless treason raise up a full joy and turn that monster back unto the earth from whence it leapt A most prodigious birth Sely. We flie to the performance who both dare and will correct his boldnesse now we tread the path to honour and methinks I heare the peoples Vivat Eccho in mine eare Exit Selymus with the Bassaes Baja. New insolence The Bassaes slipt away How the obsequious villaines honour him as if he were their Godhead Cherseogles I suspect some plotted mischief else they durst not leave your person thus unguarded Baja. Plot and hang. We weigh not all their treasons at a straw one must not rule too long 't is subjects law Exeunt Passe over the stage Bassaes and Souldiers carrying Selymus aloft and crying out Long live Selymus Vivat Selymus Magnificent Emperor of the Turks Exeunt Enter Bajazet and Cherseogles Baja. Hell and the furies vex their damned souls What people Ha! what Nation is' t we live in Is' t our State and Monarchy Good gods two Emperors at once Live Selymus Can slavish vassals thus supplant their Prince What 's this enshrines my head a type for fooles to flear at a divided ornament Faile not my sense and courage let me live to finde my self again Vize-roy of Greece didst thou not see a Bajazet withdraw and vanish hence tell thou most faithful man what is become of that forgetful name or who hath stole it from me Selymus Oh that damn'd viliaine with his treacherous plot hath rob'd me of that glory Death of sense I have a soul of Adamant or Steel else had that hated noise reft it in twain Enter Mesithes What art thou or whence com'st thou Mesi From a Prince Ba. Yet I believe thee Mesi From thine enemy Ba. Yet I believe thee Mesith From the Emperour Baja. And I beleeve thee still yet slave thou liest these pâ—rts must know no Emperour but me unlesse base usurpation hath stept up unto my chaire of honour Right 't is so 't is so indeed Wel then what wil your Emperour Mesi That by my hand you yeeld him up his crown Baja Traytor his crown so now I am resolv'd I have forgone my selfe else had this hand tore out thy spottedheart and that one word of yeelding had been cause enough to spoyle thee and thy generation Heartlesse slave why sneak'st thou from our presence stay behold here commend this gorgeous ornament these trappings to thy Emperour as full bestead with curses as my heart with woes that it my clogge his eares and vex his head with daily terrours Hence thy prince is sped Exit Mesithes Vize-roy of Greece to thee our last farewell thou worthiest truest best deserving man that ever made us happy if thy faith respect me not my fortune do this charge fly to Achomates and rather aide him then this faithlesse Bastard Selymus the scandall of our race the mark for heaven to shoot revenge But all in vaine I strive to word away my inward paine Cherseo Nor this nor that I 'le favour may I speed Bajazet shall live to see both bleed Exit Baja. Maske up thy brighthesse Phoebus lovely night hurle thy thick mantle over all the heavens let this black day for ever be forgot in the eternall registers of time which of you sacred powers are not asham'd to see a Prince so sinfully abus'd by his owne issue and unreveng'd Enter Selymus and Bassaes But stand we who comes here a face of brasse else would it blush now thou Saturnine Jove thou God of great men thunder that the world drench'd all in sin may shake and feare that noise that horrid scourge of villanies Sely. Father Baja. Slave avaunt I feele a strong Antipathy t'wixt thee and me thy sight makes my dead heart distill fresh drops of blood and work new smart Exit Sely. What furious Bajazet and raging hot I hugge the amorous pleasure that I feel creep through my joynts Observe our Father Exeunt Bassaes else by some wilfull murder hee 'le prevent my purpos'd project I 'de not lose the guilt of his destruction for a crown heaven knows I love him better then to let him digge himself a grave whilst I may take the paines Now mount my soul and let my soaring plumes brush the smooth surface of the Azure skie Crown in his hand With this I charme obeysance from the world thou golden counterfeit of
me here before you Achom. Be so who denies to strike in time can seldome hope to rise Exit Cher These two will meet and I must take doth parts Now for a trick to send them both to hell in the full growth of expectation Heavens know they have deserv'd it then 't would be an happy murder and behold the men Enter Bassaes whom I have decreed should do it Once againe I must betake me to my former note Health to the friends of our great Emperor the three strong pillars that uphold true worth Isa Sir your intrusion is unseasonable Must And your salute impardonably bold Che. Perhaps the news I bring may frame excuse for both these faults Mesi Speake out thy mind in brief Cher. Then thus to night here present on this plain you may encounter two fierce enemies Achomates and Cherseogles both at the full stroak of twelve Isa How Mesithes we 're blest Must This night at twelve of the clock Cher. Upon my life Omnes VVhat shall we do Cher. But meet me on this plain at the appointed hour and I will place you three aside from whence you shall oppress your foes at unawares Mesi Is it a match Isa 'T is done at twelve a clock Must See thou prove faithful Cher. If I shrink in ought that I profess death strike me to the grave So thrive all falshood each perjur'd slave Exeunt Bassaes How easily base minds are drawn to strike their foes at least advantage Beauteous moon pale witnesse to a thousand deeds of sin vail up thy light that darknesse may help on these black stratagems and unhallowed hands strike in mistaken bodies even the soul themselves adore and cheerfully defend But time grows fast upon me hit all right two Princes and three Bassaes dye this night Actus 5. Scena 7. Enter Corcutus with his Lute Cor. Heaven whither run these projects is the thought of man so senslesse void of wit yet fraught with threatning ambition to what end doth this distempered madnesse headlong bend Blesse me my Genius from these hated toyles of murdering warfare and these sweating broyles of watchfull policy Phoebus let it be that I may know no other god but thee Learned experience saies ambiguous fates vex eminent fortunes and he onely stands without the beames of envy whom the hands of some propitious power hath rankt below those short delights that troubled thoughts do know A Crown 's a golden marke which being hit falls not alone but oft the head with it honors are smoaky nothings then let the Queen of learning great Minerva and the nine chast sisters that adorne the Grecian hill devote me to themselves but let me still within Apollos sacred Temple sit and spend my body to encrease my wit Raigne Selymus for I shall ne're thee hate thy supreame power nor envy thy state Corcutus stands divorced from a life engag'd to vaine ambition factious strife and empty power of Kings Hee 's great in fame not who seekes after but neglects the same Since thou hast griev'd me Phoebus free my wit that I may ease my griefe by speaking it if thou deny'st fond god 't will be in vaine sorrow can sing though thou not tune the straine Sings to his Lute Then thou sweet Muse from whence there flows words able to expresse our ill Teach me to warble out my woes and with a sigh each accent fill Infuse my brest with doleful straines Whose heavy note may speak my paines O let me sigh and sighing weep Till night deprives my woes with sleep The pleasing murmurs of the ayre that gently fan each moving thing I having heard straight do repayre and bear a burden whilst I sing An heavy burden doleful song The fathers grief the subjects wrong O let me sigh and sighing weep Till night beguiles my woes with sleep The grieved Flora hangs the head of every youthful plant and tree And flowry pleasures are starke dead at my lamenting melody Then all you Muses help my straine To reach the depth of bitter paine Oh let me sigh and sighing weep Till night beguiles my woes with sleep Me thinks I heare the singing spheares tune their melodious straines to mine The dewie clouds dissolve in teares as if they griev'd to see me pine Thus each thing joynes to see my mone Thus seldome come true sighs alone Then let me sigh and sighing weep Till night beguile my woes with sleep He sleeps Then enter two murtherers who slaying him bear him away Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 8. Enter Cherseogles Cher. A dark and heavy night as if the gods winckt at our projects and had clad the heavens in a propitious black to blesse my plot Revenge to thee I dedicate this work and I will pamper thy wild appetite with blood and murther thy dull slow-pac't feet shall caper to behold our fearful scenes drencht in a scarlet Ocean T is full twelve I hear a quiet foot-pace and it beates directly towards 'T is Selymus joy of expectation Enter Selymus Sely. Thou Queen of shades bright Cynthia and you starry lampes of heaven what spheare hath told you oh y' are envious all and therefore hate to grace the time in which I ruinate my latest foe this is the sand on which I am to wrestle for a Crowne and I am entred full of greedy lust to meet my adverse champion here 's my god whom I adore with greater confidence then all those beauties Sun or Moon or Starrs that with malicious absence have disrob'd this gracious houre of i'ts due respect Oh thou the silent darknesse of the night arme me with desperate courage and contempt of gods-lov'd men now I applaud the guile of our brave roarers which select this time to drink and swagger and spurn at all the powers of either world Blest mortals had that mother strangled her other infant white fac't day and brought forth only night my limbs are stiff and I must bath them in my brothers blood I le steep this grasse in a red purple goare scatter the carcasse peecemeale and that done I le reare a lasting monument I le signe a trophie which inscrib'd shall speak my deeds to after ages that 's my chief intent Hee 's coldly prays'd that 's written innocent Whose there my souldier Che. Souldier and slave great Prince at your command Sely. I will enoble thee place thee my second self in all my power for thy rare faith Where 's our Achomates Cher. I heard one softly track full hitherwards and think t is he 't is needful that I meet him and give some proof that I continue his else jealous of my faith he will return and we be both deluded when y' are met parley before you fight till I prepare my self to run upon him unaware Mean while I le go to meet him Exit Sely. Goe make hast But if this base raskal should deceive my trust a trifle my nerves are plumped up and fil'd with vigor strong enough to fright a million of such
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
Two deare friends Orestes soon to Agam. Pylades soon to Stroph. Electra Daughter to Agamemnon Aegystheus Adulterer with Clytemnestra Mysander A Favorite and Parasite Ajoung Childe of Aegystheus Nurse Two Lords Chamberlaine A Boy Attendants THE TRAGEDIE OF ORESTES Actus 1. Scena 1. Enter as from warre Agamemnon Clytemnestra Orestes Pylades Aegysteus cum caeteris Agam. NOw a faire blessing blesse my dearest earth and like a Bride adorne thy royall brow with fruits rich Garland a new married Bride Unto thy King and Husband who too long Hath left thee widdowed O me thinks I see Turnes to the spectators how all my Grecians with unsatiate lookes and greedy eyes doe bid mee welcome home Each eare that heares the clamour seemes to grieve it cannot speake and give a welcome King Come Clytemnestra let not anger make his wrinkled seat upon my loves faire brow I have too long beene absent from thy bed Chide me for that anon when arme in arme I shall relate those projects in love termes which when they first were acted made Mars feare to see each man turn'd to a God of warre Clyt. O my deare Lord absence of things wee love thus intermixt makes them the sweeter prove That your departure pierc'd my tender soule witnesse those Christall floods which in my eyes did make a sea when you should goe to sea those streames which then flow'd from the veines of greife at your returne doe overflow the banks But 't is with joy Agam. Now these eares indeed have chang'd their place they which were wont to heare no musique but the summoning of warre blowne thorow discords brazen instrument are blessed now with accents that doe fill my age-dry'd veynes with youthfull blood againe These eyes which had no other object once but Hector twixt the armes of Greece and Troy hewing downe men and making every field Flow with a sea of blood now see 's blood flow In my Orestes cheekes heaven blesse this plant Orestes kneeles sprung from the sap of this juicelesse oake Now be thy branches greene under whose shade I may be shadowed from the heat of warre Rise young Orestes Oh how it glads my soule to see my Queene and Sonne my Sonne and Queene Clyt. But come my Lord true love still hates delayes let no eares first be blessed with your breath till on my brest resting your wearied head You tell your warre where that the field 's your bed Aga. My Queen shal have her wil see how times change I that last night thought all the world a sea As if our common mother earth had now shot her selfe wholly into Neptunes armes and the strong hindges of the world had crackt letting the moone fall into th' swelling waves such watry mountaines oft did seeme to rise and quite o'rwhelme us all the winds at warre banded the sea on to the others coasts Jove thinking Neptune gan to strive for heaven sent a new sea from thence and with his thunder bad silence to the waves they uncontrold kept on their noyse and let their fury swell turning heaven earth sea clouds and all to hell Each Trojan that was saved then 'gan cry happy were they that did with Priam die It glads mee now to thinke that that night was no starre no not Orion there appear'd But this night 's turnd to day and here doth shine for a good Omen my embraced Queene With whom her Agamemnon still will stay till age and death shall beare him quite away Exeunt Agamemnon Clytemnestra cum caeteris Scena 2. Manet Egysteus Aegyst And that shal be ere long Tush shall be'sslow my vengefull thoughts tell mee thou now art dead Fie faint Apollo weakling infant-God why wouldst thou let lame Vulcan's hammers beat downe those brave Turrets which thou help'dst to build Venus I see thou art a woman now which here are like to take a double foyle for we that whilome revel'd in thy campe in the sweet pleasures of incestuous sheets must leave our lov'd unsatiate desires But now begin thou blacke Eumenides You hand-mayds of great Dis let such a flame of anger burne mee as doth Etnas forge on fury on our hate shall not die thus I 'll draw my poysonous arrow to the length that it may hit the mark and fly with strength Exit SCEN. 3. Enter Orestes Pylades Orest Come now my dearest friend my other self my empty soul is now fild to the top brimful with gladnesse and it must run o'r into my deare friends heart those silver haires which time hath crown'd my Fathers brow withal do shine within mine eyes and like the Sun extract all drossie vapors from my soul Like as the earth whom frost hast long benumb'd and brought an Icie drinesse on her face her veines so open at a sudden thaw that all plants fruits flowers and tender grafts kept as close prisoners in their mothers womb start out their heads and on a sudden doth the sad earth count'nance with a summer look So in this brest here in this brest deare friend whiles Annus ten times circled in the world ten clumzie winters and ten lagging springs hath with my fathers absence frozen beene all thoughts of joy which now shall make a spring in my refreshed soul Things that we daily see th' affections cloy hopes long desired bring the greatest joy Pyl. Nay but dear Cousin give not the reines too much to new received joyes lest that they run with so much speed that they out-breath themselves your Father is come home but being come should now some woful afterclap of fate which Omen Jove forbid should come to passe but take him hence again and crosse your joy each spark of gladness which you now conceive would turn a flame for grief still one extreame altering his course turns to the diverse theame Orest Tush Pylades talk not of what may be we may indeed i' th' clearest afternoone expect a storm Pyl. Yes and such stormes oft come and wet shrewd too before we get at home Orest O but I 'll be above all fatal power I that have such a Father new come home I that have such a friend such too rare gifts who gave me these gifts thought no scowling frown of angry fortune e'r should throw me down Pyl. Call them not gifts Orestes th' are but lent meere lendings friend and lendings we must pay when e'r the owner shall appoint his day Orest True Pylades but owners use to warn their debtors when they must bring in their summs but heavens tell me with favouring aspects I still must keep their lendings and possess with frolick joy all their lent happiness Pyl. Trust not the heavens too much although they smile good looks do mortal hearts too oft beguile the heavens are usurers and as oft 't is seen a full poucht churle give a most faire good e'en to his poor Creditor who trusting that hath slackt this payment on the morrow next he hath been rooted out by th' tuskey boare which gave the faire good e'en
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
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
I give shall make a heart to bleed and prove a true Physician so indeed Enter Mysander having o'r-heard their talk Mys 'T was my good Genius guided me here now to hear Conspiracy wherefore I 'll attach them Save you Gentlemen Ore Save you too if you please Pyl. Sir 't was small manners to interrupt our talk and give no warning of your being neer Mys Warning you shall have warning yes I know I heard you both and understood your plot you 'll turn Physician Sir and give rare Clysters shall work like Stibium to purge our hearts You thought to act well true Physicians parts Orest Therefore on thee our Medicine first shall work Stabs him Mys Help murder Orest Nay Parasite I 'll gag you you shall not fawn again or wag your tayl when the King nods Mys O help me I am slain Pyl. Stop his breath quickly if but he be dead we may escape the danger of the treason Orest Nay he is silent O but we are beset Scena 3. Enter a Lord and others at the out-cry Lor. Look out me thought I heard one cry out murder some voice I am sure did disturbe the Court it was Mysanders voice me thought that cried Spies him dead and see hee 's slain one whom the Kings esteem did rank among the best there are the Murderers Fellows how durst you thus abuse the Court Go haste to ' th' King tell him the men be here Pylad. Gentlemen we as lovers to the Court came here as strangers for to see the King this man being coming out too soon for us and for himself us'd us uncivilly we have been Gentlemen though our Fortunes now have put on Beggars weeds upon our backs who answering in the same sort he propos'd he struck us and men cannot endure blows so thinking much to be struck again he grew so hot he drew and made a Stab at which encounter both inclosing him 'twixt us he took a wound worse than we thought to give for we did think to have given none But since 't is thus we must appeal to th' King Lor. Yes and here comes his Majesty in person Scena 4. Enter Aegystheus with a Guard Aegy. A Guard there on us here is murder done What is Mysander kil'd our trusty servant Where are the vilians Orest O hold good heart hark hark he calls us villains Aegy. What is the matter speak how came he dead They shall die two deaths that did cause him one O est O I am now undone he must sit judge to condemne us that should massacre him Pyl. Nay keep a temper hold good friend a while Lord. My gracious sovereign these two be the men which have confess'd the deed Aegyst Are you the men which thus abus'd our state Was 't one or both if both you both shall die if one that one w 're just in our Decree Scen. 5. Enter Clyt. Tynd. Strophius Electra What is my Queen come here to hear the Cause We 'll then ascend and judge them instantly Ascends the Throne Or. O crack my ey-strings let these balls drop out or the quick sights like darts fly to their souls and pierce their entrails he King my mother Queen The Briseis and Achilles that in my dream We come to be condemn'd amongst our friends I will speak to them Electra's there And Storphius your old Father Pylades Pyl. Shew thy self valorous o'recome thy self If we be known we surely are condemn'd Aegyst Father Lord Strophius sit and hear the cause Clyt. Why my Lord what is' t makes the business thus Aegyst My Queen shall straitway know Bring them away Although it is not fallen out of our minde of a free act of pardon of all faults commited in the date of such a time our hand of mercy must not be so soft to cover o're with gentle lenity such ulcerous sores as these there is no place for mercy left murder must not finde grace Therefore our doom is past one needs must die blood still for blood unto the gods will cry Orest Then if thy doom be spent great King here stands the man that did it shewing his guilty hands Pylad. O hold thy doom a while it was not he His serious studies in the learned Arts hearing acute Philosophers dispute 'twixt life and death and of a future state would fain haste to it but the man was I beleeve not him 't was his desire to die Orest No King 't is he which in his desperate thoughts would loose the bands betwixt his soul and him ones self against ones self is witness store my self confesses what wouldst thou have more Pyl. Believe him not upon my knees I vow Kneels these hands are only branded with the guilt and for ones blood let not two lives be spilt Orest And on my knees I the like Oath do take I gave the stab my Dagger 's bloody yet Pyl. That was my Dagger King he took 't from me Or. He do's me wrong by 't was ever mine Aegyst This doth amaze us I ne're yet saw two turn Rhetoricians so to plead for death Would not the pardon of this odious fact like a foul stench or an unwholsom air send an infectious vapour through the Land and choak up Justice this fidelity should for this one time set two murderers free Cly. Now good my love methinks I pity them and prethee for my sake I know them not abate thy edge of Justice for this once Orest O what she spoke to damne it had been better Aegyst My love thou knowst I never look too stern upon a fault that could ask lenity But this is so transcendent and so great it must not be slipt with impunity To do a heynous murder and i'th'Court i' th place of Justice where the King might hear upon a chief attendant of the Kings Murder it self is past all expiation the greatest crime that Nature doth abhor not being is abominable to her and when we be make others not to be 't is worse than bestial and we did not so when only we by natures ayd did live a Heterogenious kind as semibeasts when reason challeng'd scarce a part in us but now doth manhood and civility stand at the Bar of Justice and there plead how much they 'r wronged and how much defac't when man doth dye his hands in blood of man Judgement it self would scarce a Law enact against the murderer thinking it a fact that man ' gainst man would never dare commit since the worst things of nature do not it Orest O how his words now rail against a sin which beat upon his Conscious thoughts within His tongue speaks fair his inparts look on them and they like Jury-men himself condemne Aside Pyl. But O great King if justice must have right let me stand only guilty in thy sight Orest No 't is not King 't was I that did the deed and for my action let no other bleed Aegyst In troth this makes my Doom it cannot fall Will none of you
'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
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
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
death For thinke this Amurath this woman may prostrate her delicate and Ivory limbes to some base Page or Scul or shrunk up Dwarf Or let some Groome lye feeding on her lips she may devise some mishapen trick to satiate her goatish Amurath and from her bended knees at Meditation be taken by some slave toth ' deepe of Hell Th' art a brave Creature wert thou not a woman Tutor Come thou shalt see my well-kept vow and know my hate which saw me dote but now Schahin Eurenoses Captaines ho Scaenae 5. Actus 2. Enter Schahin Eurenoses Chase-Illibegge Our Tutor Eurenoses Captaines welcome Gallants I call you to a spectacle My brest 's too narrow to hoard up my joy Nay gaze here Gentlemen give Nature thanks for framing such an excellent sence as Sight whereby such obiects are injoyn'd as this Which of you now imprison not your thoughts in envious and silent policy Scah. My Lord to whatsoever you shall propose my sentence shall be free Euren And mine Chase-il And mine Am. Which of you then dare challinge to himselfe such a pathetical Praerogative so stoically severed from affection That had he such a Creature as lieth here one at whom Nature her self stood amazed one whom those lofty extasies of poets should they decay here 't must nor barely dump their dull inventions with similitudes taken from Sun Moon Violets Roses and when their ruptures at a period stand a silent admiration must supply Onely name her and she is all discrib'd Hyperbole of women Coulour it selfe is not more pure and incontaminate sleep doates on her and graspes her eye-lids close the skie it selfe hath onely so much blew as the azure in her veines lends by refluxe Here 's breath that would those vapors purifie which from Avernus choakes the flying Birds here 's heat would tempt the numb'd Athenian though all his blood with age were conjeal'd yee Now which of you all is so temperate that did he find this Jewel in his bed unlesse an Eunuch could refraine to grapple and dally with her come speak freely all Sch. Truly my Lord I came of mortal parents and must confesse me subject to desires freely injoy your Love that were she mine I surely would do no lesse Amur. What sayth Eurenoses Euren. My Lord I say that they may raile at light that nere saw day but had I such a Creature by my side were the world twice enlarged and all that world orecome by me all volumes writ made clean and fild up by Rhetorique straines of my great deeds Historians should spend their Inke and Paper in my sole Chronicle A thousand such alluring idle charmes could not conjure me from betwixt her armes Amur. Your sentence Châ—s-Illebeg Chas What need your grace depend upon our breath I vow my Lord if all those scrupulous things which burden us with precepts so precise those parents which when they are married once and past their strength of years think their sons straight should be as old in every thing as they I say my Lord did my head weare a crowne that Queen should be the chiefest jem t' adorne it spite of all hate That 's an unhappy state when Kings must feare to love least subjects hate Amu. Wel spoke three Milksops Schahin your sword Scahin gives him a Sword Now now be valour in this manly arme to cut off troupes of thoughts that would invade me Think you my minde is waxie to be wrought int'any fashion Orchanes thy strength Here do I wish as did that Emperour that all the heads of that inticing Sexe were upon hers thus then should one full stroake mow them all off Amurath cuts off Eumorphes head shewes it to the nobles there kisse now Captaines do and clap her cheekes this is the face that did so captive me these were the lookes that so bewicht mine eyes here be the lips that I but for to touch gave over fortune victory fame and all these were two lying mirrors where I lookt and thought I saw a world of happinesse Now tutor shall our swords be excercised in ripping up the brests of Christians Say Generals Whither i' st first A. For Thracia Amurath On then for Thracia for he surely shall that conquers first himselfe soon conquer all Exeunt omnes Actus 3. Scena 1. Enter Cobelitz solus Cobelitz Thou sacred guider of the arched Heavens who canst collect the scattering starres and fixe the Erratique planets in the constant pole O why shouldst thou take such solicitous care to keep the ayre and Elements in course That Winter should uncloth our Mother Earth and wrap her in a winding sheet of snow that then the spring duly revives her still unbinds her sinews fils her cling'd up veynes with living dew and makes her young again Next that the Nemean terror breathes her flames to parch her flaxie haires with furious heat which to allay too thou op'st the Chataracts and water'st the worlds gardens with blest drops canst thou which canst sustain the ponderous world and keep it in true poize securely sleepe letting a Tyrant which with a fillip thus thou mightest sink to earth to baffle thee A warrior in thy fields I long have been To see if in thy sacred providence Thou meanst to arm me with thy thunder-bolt Yet yet it strikes not now he Giant-wise Dares thee again pardon our earnest zeal What ere 's decreed for man by thy behest He must perform and in obedience rest Thou like Spectators when they do behold an hardy youth encountring with a Bear or somthing terrible then they give a shout so dost thou even applaud they self to see Religion striving with Calamity Which while it often bears and still rests true it 's fence ' gainst all that after shall ensue Turk I le oppose thee still Heaven has decreed That this weak hand shall make that tyrant bleed a man religious firm and strongly good cannot othâ— suddain be nor understood Exit Actus 3. Scena 2. Enter Amurath in Arms Schahin Captains Souldiers Amurath Rise Soul injoy the prize of thy brave worth Schahin the Present that thou so profest should from the City of Orestias make proud our eyes then tell me Hast thou slain a thousand superstitious Christian souls made them stoop to us O I would bath my hands in their warm blood to make them supple Schahin that they may weild more Spears our hands are dull our furie 's patient Now will I be a Turk and to our Prophet's Altars do I vow that to his yoke I will all necks subdue or in their throats my bloody Sword imbrew Schahin calls in his Souldiers and each of them presents to Amurath the head of a dead Christian Scha. Then King to adde fresh oyl unto thy hate and make it raise it self a greater flame see here these Christians heads thus still shall fall before thy fatal hand these impious slaves so long as numbers 's wanting to the sand so long as day shall come with Sun and night be spangled