Hatun Daughter to the Lord of Phrygia married to Bajazet Aldines Wife Two little Boyes with her Mutes Men Christians taken given to Amurath for Janizaries Sixe Christian Maidens presented to Hatun supposed to be Kings Daughters THE COURAGEOUS TURK OR AMURATH THE FIRST Actus 1. Scena 1. Enter as from Warre Lala-Schahin at one doore with warlike Musicke Souldiers a March Enter to him at the other doore Amurath in State with Eumorphe his Concubine attendants Lords and Ladies AMURATH BE dumb those now harsh notes our softer cares shall never be acquainted with such sounds Peace our grand Captain see here Amurath that would have once confronted Mars himselfe Acknowledg'd for a better Deity Puts off ambitious burdens and doth hate through bloudy Rivers to make passages whereby his Soule might flote to Acheron Wrinckle your browes no more sterne fates for we scorne to be made the servile Ministers to cut those threads at which your selves have trembled esteeming us the fiercer Destiny Yet must great Amurath thanke those sacred powers they have enricht our soules with such a price as had those Heroes whose revengefull Armes serv'd Mars a ten yeares Prentiship at Troy ere dream'd succeeding times should be possest with such an unparallell'd unprized beauty as my Saint they would not have prevented so their blisse but beene most humble Sutors to the Gods to have protracted their then fond spent life but to behold this object which out-shines their Helena as much as doth the eye of all the World dazle the lesser fires Jove I le outbrave thee melt thy selfe in Lust embrace at once all starre-made Concubines I le not envie thee know I have to spare beauty enough to make another Venus And for fond Gods that have no reward in store to make me happier here I le place my Heaven And for thy sake this shall my Motto be I conquered Greece one Grecian conquered me Eum. But gracious Lord those streames we see soon ebb which with outragious swelling flow too fast forbid Lucina this soone kindled fire should ere burne out it self T is a true Theame That nere lasts long that seemeth most extreame Amur. Can this rich price of nature precious jem give entertainment to suspecting guests Come come these armes are curious chaines of love with which thou link'st my heart aeternally thy cheeks the royall Paper interlined with Natures Rhetorique and loves perswasion stands there attracting still my gazing eye This then I le read and here I now will faine that those all antique fables of the Gods are writ in flowing numbers first thy lip was faire Europaes which they say made Jove turne a wild Heyfer next this sparkling eye was the Aemonian Io's then this hand Laedaes faire Mother to those Star-made Twins Thus thus I le Comment on this golden Booke Nature nor Art have taught me how to faine Fairest 't was you first brought me to this vaine In loving Combats now I valiant prove let othets warre great Amurath shall love Scha. Brave resolution O the fond thoughts of man awake Euno I le find stratagems There shall be Physick to purge this disease light sores are gently us'd but such a part must be cut off left it infect the heart Amar. Schahin Our Tutor we command this night be solemniz'd with all delightfull sports thy learn'd invention best can thinke upon Prepare a Maske which lively represents how once the Gods did love that shall not teach us by examples but we 'll smile to thinke how poore and weake their idle faining was to our affection Schahin be free in wit and suddaine now come my Kingdomes Bride Hymen would wed himselfe to such a Bride Exeunt all but Schahin Actus 1. Scena 2. Schah. Nature and all those universall powers which shew'd such admirable Godlike skill in framing this true modell of our selves this Man this thing cal'd man why doe you thus make him a spectacle of such laughter for you when in each man we see a Monarchy For as in states all fortunes still attend So with a Kingdome with a compleat state will govern'd and well manag'd in him selfe both each man beares when that best part of man Reason doth sway and rule each Passion Affections are good Servants but if Will makes them once Master they 'l prove Tyrants still No more King now poore Subject AMURATH whom I have seen breake through a Troope of Men like lightning from a Cloud and done those Acts which ' ene the Furies would have trembled at Treading downe Armies as if by them he meant of dead mens backes to build up staires to Heaven And now ly'th lurking in a womans armes drencht in the Lethe of Ignoble lust appoints me for the wanton Engineer to keepe his so loose thoughts in smoothing tune Woman enticing woman golden hooke to catch our thoughts and when we once are caught to drag 's into the publike view of shame And there we lye bath'd in incestuous pleasure for all good men to laugh and scorne at once Bane to my senses I could eyther wish our birth were like those Creatures which we say Are bred from putrid and corrupted matter Then that we should acknowledge our deare being with grasse and flowers for what else is our state up to the top But then the waight shall fall upon their head that caus'd it Worke my braine tush bloud noâ— water must wash off this staine Exit Scena 3. Actus 1. Enter Amurath in state with Nobles Eumorphe with attendant Ladies while Amurath ascends his Throne and placeth Eumorphe by him Am. Shine here my beauty and expell the night more than a thousand starres that grace the Heavens Me thinkes I see the Gods inventing shapes in which they meane to court thee Jove he frownes and is more jealous more suspitious of thee then all the painted Truls whose eyes bedeck the all ennamel'd Firmament Eum. Beauty my Lord 't is the worst part of woman a weake poore thing assaulted every hour by creeping minutes of defacing time A superficies which each breath of care blasts off and every humerous streame of griefe which flowes from forth these Fountaines of our eyes washeth away as raine doth Winters snow But those blest guiders of all Nuptiall rites have wrought a better cement to make fast the hearts of Lovers the true name of Wife guilds o're our thrones with a more constant shape than can be subject or to time or care And in our selves yea in our owne true brests we have obedience duty carefull Love And last and best of all we may have Children Children are Hymens pledges these shall be perpetuall chaines to linke my Lord and me Amur. Art thou a Woman Goddesse we adore and Idolize what we but loved before What Divels have men beene whose furious braines have oft abus'd that Deity cald Woman dipping their Ravens quil in Stygian Inke to blast such heavenly paper as your faces Were all the enticing lusts damn'd policies prodigious fascinations unsearcht thoughts dissembled
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
make him know those will not flie in war which may in policie intreat a peace Hast thy course time and soon reduce the year Lucan Infestique obvia Signis Signa pares aquilas pila minantia pilis Ensignes may Ensignes meet Carmania's King great Aladin scorns to avoyd a Turk Princes and Neighbours muster up your strength that we may meet him on his full Cariere and let it be Carmanian's pride to say to o'recome him we ask no second day Scena 2. Actus 4. Enter Amurath at one door with Nobles Bajazet Enter at th' other Hatum richly attended they meet salute in dumb shews Amurath joynes the hands of the Prince and Princesse whilst this is solemnizing is sung to soft Musick this Song following SONG Thine O Hymen thine is she Whose Beauties verse Calliope Sing to Marriage ties an Io Io to Hymen Chorus To thee Apollo is my sute Lend me a while thy silver Lute O what a woe it is to bring A Bride to Bed and never sing Io to Hymen Ambo When she 's old still seemes she yong When she 's weake to her be strong Be Cyprus both and Paphos here Love sing with merry cheere Io to Hymen Amur. You Gods of Marriage sacred Protectoress of lawful propagations and blest Love be most propitious to these grafted stemmes drop dewing showers of generation on them Think Son this day so prodigal of blessing as that had Juno taskt thee like Alcides to grapple with Stymphallides or cleanse Augean stables or like the Trojan Boy sit like a Shepheard on Dardanias hills such a reward as this fair Queen repayes O thou hop'd future off-spring spare thy Parent Hurt not this tender womb these Ivory worlds in which a pritty people yet shall live when you are born O be within your limbs the Gransire Amurath and fathers strength line their faces Nature with their mothers dye And let the destinies make the ensuing night in their Eternal Books with notes most white All. Grant it great Mahomet Hat Most awful father and my honored Prince although it be enacted by the heavens that in these bonds of marriage such curse attends on Princes above private men that no affection nor home-nourisht Love but state and policy must elect their wives which must be fetcht from Countries far remot yet the protecting Powers have such a care both of their off-springs and their Kingdoms state That to what they ordain they work in us a suddain willingnesse to make 's obey for in this brest I do already feel that there 's a kindling a Diviner heat which disobedience never shall extinguish And if there be any felicity from these united Loves to be derived from the weak sex unto the husbands soul then may my Lord make his affection sure to be repaid with an untainted Love With soft and yeilding courtesie in all he shall command my willing arms shall still be ope t' enfold within a wives embrace if any comfort else there be in store which modesty keeps silent to it self cause only husbands and the night must know 't my Loyalty shall ever all perform and though my Lord should frown I le be the same green wood will burn with a continued flame Baja. Princesse our ardour is already fired yet with no violent temerity such as might feare it's short and soon decaying thy vertue seems so to exceed thy Sex and wisdome so far to out-pace thy yeares that surely Princess soon maturity argues in them hidden Divinity Expected Hymen here hath bound our hands and hearts with everlasting ligaments Fortunate both we are and have one blisse the want of which for ever doth infect with anxious cares the sweets of marriage beds our parents benediction and consent they are the truest Hymens and should be to children the best marriage Deity Thus then attended with such sacred charmes our last day of content shall never come till we must part by th' unresisted doome with a pleas'd error we will age beguile all stars on us an equal yoke must smile Amu. Now Lords who 'le dance a Turkish measure Ladies our nerves are shrunk and you now fix the sign of age on me you who have blood still flowing in your veines be nimble as an Hart Caper t' the Sphaeres O you are light that want the weight of years Musick Here Amurath ascends his Throne the rest set down to dance Bajazet with Hatum c. the end of the dance all kneel Amur. begins an health a flourish with Cornets Amu. And health to our Bride and her father O Nobles would this wine were Christians blood but that it would Phrenetique humours breed and so infect our braines with Superstition Enter Eurenoses with six Christian Maidens richly attyred their Haire hanging loose in their hands Cups of Gold with Jewels c. Eure. Auspicious fortunes to great Amurath to ope more springs to this full-tide of joy know potent Emperor I from Europe bring six daughters of six several Kings whose Cities we have equall'd to the ground and of their Palaces did torches make to light their souls through the black cave of death Am. Describe good Captain how the dogs were wearied Eure. So weary were they to indure our swords that by impetuous mutiny themselves turn'd on each other slew their Masters Childrens own hands tore out their fathers throats and each one strove who should be slaughtered first Here did a brother pash out a brothers braines some in stinking Quagmires and deep Lakes which they had made t' avoide their excrements ran quick and in the lake lay buryed Am. Good Executioner of our most just wrath Eur. Nor did it leave till death it self was wearie murder grew faint and each succeeding day shew'd us the slaughter of the day before ' Mongst carcasses and funerals we stood denying those that liv'd such Ceremonies as in their Temples to the Indian gods with prayers and vowes they daily offred Nor destiny nor cruelty ere left till they had nothing for to work upon for of so many souls that breath'd of late these six are all remain which as a Pledge of my best service to your Majesty I here am bold to yeild an offer Amu. Nor shall this present be unrecompenced for thy true service on thee I le bestow all the rich gifts which all these Asian Lords brought to adorn these happy Nuptials on you faire Bride great Princesse and our Daughter do we bestow these Virgins daughters to Kings for your attendance Hat We are two much bound unto our Princely Father Amu. No Daughter no we hope thou art the spring from whence shall flow to all the world a King Captaines and Lords to morrow we must meet to think of our rebellious son in Law Be this time all for comfort and delight short wedding dayes make it seem long to night Exeunt omnes Scena 3. Actus 4. Enter Lazartis and Cobelitz bringing the dead body of Sasmenos Laz. Here set we down our miserable load O Cobelitz with whom
is' t that we fight VVith Lybian Lyons Or Hyrcanian Beares which grinde us daily in their ravenous teeth The Tyrant as it were destructions Engineer helps Nature to destroy the worlds frame quickly Cob. Alas my Lord that needs not every day is a sufficient helper to decay Great workman who art sparing in thy strength to bring things to perfection and to oreturn all thy best works thou usest suddaine force when man 's an Embrio and first conceived how long 't is ere he sees his native light Then born with expectation for his growth tenderly nourisht carefully brought up grown to perfection what a little thing serves to call on his suddain ruining Laz. Come Cobelitz ' mongst those demolisht stones we 'll sit as Hecuba at those Trojan walls our teares shall be false glasses to our eyes through these we 'l look and think we yet may see our stately Pinacles and strong founded holds that which one hour can delapidate one age can scarce repaire Col. No sir for nothing's hard to Nature when she meanes for to consume A thousand Oakes which time hath fixt i' th earth as Monuments of lasting memory are in a moment turn'd to ashes all things that rise slowly take a suddain fall Laz. What course now Cobelitz must we stil be yoakt to misery and murder We scarce have room upon our bodyes to receive more wounds and must we still oppose our selves to more Cob. Yes We are ready still a solid mind must not be shak't with every blast of wind Pollux nor Hercules had none other art to get them Mansions in the Spangl'd heavens then a true firm resolve th' Adriatike Sea shall from his currents with tempestuous blasts be sooner mov'd than vertue from its aime Let us but think when we so many see enjoying greater quiet than our themselves how many have endur'd more misery Ilion Ilion what a fate hadst thou How fruitful wert thou in matter for thy foe Thus we 'll delude our grief make our self glad to think of miseries that others had Laz. Ay Captain ay they that furnish thee with sentences of comfort never saw their Cities burnt their Countries desolate 'T is easie for Physicians for to tell advice to others when themselves are well Cob. Tush tush my Lord there 's on our side we know one that both can and will our weake hands guide one that will strike and thunder Gyant then look for a dart we must not appoint when mean while help to convey this burden hence Turk though thy tyranny deny us graves corruption will give them spite of thee Nor do our corps such Tombs and Cavernes need for our own flesh still our own graves do breed And whom the earth receives not when they die heavens vault overwhelms them so their tomb 's ith'skie Exeunt with a dead Trunk Actus 4. Scena 4. Enter Aladin as flying an arrow through his arm wounded in his forehead his shield stuck with darts With him two Nobles Alad. Besieged on every side Iconium taken Entrencht within my foes my self must lie wrapt in my Cities ruine Turks come on 1. Nob. Nay but my Lord mean you to meet your death let 's hast our flight and trust more to our feet then words or hands Alad. Why so much of our blood is already spilt as should the glittering Sun exhale it upward 't would obnubulate It 's luster else to fiery Metors turn some counsel Lords he that 's amidst the Sea when every curled wave doth threat his death yet trusts upon the oares of his own armes and sometime the salt fome doth pity him A VVolf or Lion that hath fild his gorge with bloody prey at last will lie to sleep and the unnaturalst creatures not forget their love to those whom they do know their own My wife 's his daughter since we cannot stand his fury longer she shall swage his wrath The boysterous Ocean when no winds oppose grows calm revenge is lost when 't hath no foes 2. Nob. VVhy then my Lord array your self in weeds of a Petitioner take the Queen along and your two children they may move his eyes for desperate sores aske desperate remedies Ala. Go Lords go fetch some straight O heavens O fortune they that leane on thy crackt wheel and trust a Kingdomes power and domineer in a wall'd Palace let them look on me and thee Carmania greater instances the world affords not to demonstrate the frail estate of proudest Potentates of sturdiest Monarchies high Pinacles are still invaded with the prouder winds they must endure the threats of every blast the tops of Caucasus and Pindus shake with evey crack of thunder humble Vaults are nere toucht with a bolt ambiguous wings hath all the state that hovers over Kings Enter the 2. Nobles with a winding sheet Aladin puts it on I I this vesture sits my misery this badge of poverty must now prevaile where all my Kingdomes power and strength doth fail Why should not a prophetick soul attend on great mens persons and forewarn their ills Raging Bootes doth doth not so turmoile the Lybian ford as Fortune doth great hearts Bellona and Erynnis scourge us on should wars and treasons cease why our own weight would send us to the earth as spreading armes make the huge trees in tempest for to split For as the slaughter-man to pasture goes and drags that Oxe home first whose Bulk is greatest the leane he still le ts feed disease takes hold on bodies that are pampered with best fare so doth all ruine chuse the fairest markes at which it bends and strikes it full of shafts ambition made me now that eminent Butt And I that fell by mine own strength must rise by profest weaknesse Buckets full sink down whilst th' empty dance i' th' ayre and cannot drown Come Lords he out of 's way can never range who is at furthest worst nere finds ill change Actus 5. Scena 1. Enter at one door Amurath with attendants at the other door Aladin his Wife two Children all in white sheets kneel down to Amurath Am. Our hate must not part thus I 'le tell thee Prince thou ' ast kindled violent Aetna in our brest and such a flame is quencht with nought but blood His blood whose hasty and rebellious blast gave life unto the fire should heaven threat us know we dare menace it are we not Amurath whose awful name is even trembled at so often dar'd by Pigmy Christians which we will crush to ayre what haughty thought buzz'd thy presumtuous eares with such vain blasts to puffe thee into such impetuous acts or what durst prompt thee with a thought so frail as made thee covetous of so brave a death as this known hand should cause it know that throat shall feel it strangled with some slave brought up to nought but for an Hangman thy last breath torn from thee by a hand that 's worse than death Alad. Why then I le like the Roman Pompey hide my dying sight scorning
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
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
thee old-man see how it smiles upon the Grandsire as if wise Nature had taught him his kindreds Names 'fore he came forth Tynd. I see 't Aegyst my ag'd blood grows warm as if my self were a new father made and all the blessings I can render it shall drop like golden showers on the head Me thinks it doth recal my sliding age and makes swift time retire back again It doth unfold those wrincles in my face which grief and years had fixed as their signes upon my brow and now it shall be seen although my hairs are gray my joyes are green Clyt. Long may our Father his opinion hold and you our daughter let not sinister thoughts wrong your suspicious minde though this being young it makes our Lord and me to speak our joyes yet our affection and our natural love is not a whit to you diminished A Mother can be Mother unto many and as from one Root hid within the ground springs many flowers that lends sap to all So from a Parents heart run veins of love which though to many they without do flow yet from one heart one Root they all do grow Elect. I hope our gracious Mother cannot think we do suspect her love witness this charge which you have bless'd my arms and soul withal and as your love committed it with care my care shall still defend it with my love Aegyst We thank our daughter come Lord Strophius come grief still sits heavie on your sighing heart Be frolike learn of us in all the grace and pleasure our Court extends you shall have place Stroph. I thank my gracious Lord time hath by this almost eate out the memory of our son and since the heavens let fall their dew on you and watred Argos with such springing hopes I will not seem a stock uncapable of such a general comfort but revive my buried thoughts and for my Sovereign's sake old Strophius will a young mans person take Aegyst We thank old Strophius and if honour can keep thee still young our Princely hand is wide and freely shall extend all Graces on thee and you all our Subjects which bear part thus in our joy And here I do proclaim and personally from my own Mouth pronounce sealing it with the Signet of my State A general immunity to all Murders Rapes Treasons Thefts Conveyances which have been from the birth of our dear Childe in all the Confines of our Empire done nor shall your licence date be quite expired till the slow year seven times runs out his course Our self thus speak it until then all 's free Kings win their Subjects by immunity Exeunt omnes Manent Strophius Electra Stroph. Electra you are happy in your charge Electr. Yes Uncle and you happy in your favour Nur. Madam Shall I stay here until you come Comes back Electr. Yes Nurse sit down and sing look to the Babe I 'll only with my Uncle change a word Nurse sings Lullaby lullaby Baby Great Argos joy The King of Greece thou art born to be In despight of Troy Rest ever wait upon thy head Sleep close thine eyes The blessed gaurd tend on thy bed Of Deities O how this brow will beseem a Crown How these locks will shine Like the rayes of the Sun on the ground These locks of thine The Nurse of heaven still send thee milk Maist thou â—uck a Queen Thy drink Joves Nectar and cloaths of silke A God mayst thou seem Cupid sit on this Rosean cheek On these rubie lips May thy minde like a Lamb be meek In the vales which trips Lullaby Lullaby Baby c. Elect. You never heard from my brother Uncle nor from your son they have been long away Stroph. In troth Electra I am in despair almost of ever seeing them again Sure if Orestes live and ever hear unto what pass Aegystheus brings his state seated him in the throne and 's mothers bed and like to leave Argos hereditary to his Posterity it cannot e'r be born Orestes spirit will endure no scorn Elect. Uncle his long delayes make me surmise or he will never come or come with prize He if now come he must not shew himself but live unknown unnam'd or change his name Str. His name Electra yes and 's nature too which I do fear me he will hardly do But if we hear not from them now e're long I 'll listen by some means about the land to hear of them mean time you to your charge officious duty must our lives enlarge Elect. Come Nurse Exeunt Scen. 2. Enter Orestes and Pylades Orest O here 's the Palace under whose kind roof My tender years were gently softered But now the sight on 't seems to strike my soul when I but think it holds within the walls the patrons of such lust incarnate devils meer Pythonists that facinate the world Pyl. Nay but Orestes think now of your self complain not of your wrongs but seek to right them We might have liv'd i' th woods still to complain and to that purpose we may turn again Whet up your former thoughts and spend not time to rave but to revenge this odious act We know they were their shapes and no Chymera's Orest O Pylades know I thou art my friend Pyl. I hope you think it Orest I do I dare swear it so I dare swear it was Aegystheus and the dumbe Witch the O what thing 's enough to be an attribute to term her by The Clytemnestra O we saw her do 't Pyl. 'T was a black deed indeed and past all thought Orest O Hell it self has not the pattern to 't Some stench some fogs and vapours stop their breath exhald from out the dampish wombe of Styx Did ever foul disastrous fiendlike hands cast up so huge a heap of hell-bred mischief Were I to dive to 'th depth of Phelgeton or fetch young Gaenimed from the arms of Jove to rend Proserpina from Pluto's bed or take the vulture from off Titius heart and set it on my Mothers I would do 't I 'll break ope doors and nail 'em to their bed heark revenge calls me I come I come Pyl. Nay still outrageous friend good now contain your heady fury in wisdoms reyn hearken to my advice Orest I will dear friend thou hast plaid musick to my doleful soul and when my heart was tympaniz'd with grief thou lav'dst out some into thy heart from mine and kepst it so from bursting thou hast tide with thy kind counsel all these loosned strings they should not crack asunder with their weight Pyl. Then listen now the best plot I can think is this We here will live a while unknown Orestes thy Profession shall be Physick I as your friend t' company you at Court carry it neatly learn a few strange words palliate your woe a while and coope up grief you may in time so minister to the King Physicks occasion fit revenge may bring Orest Rarely invented I 'll speak Aphorisms sublim'd Purgations Quintessence distill'd each Dose
thee the heavens will look with a more chearful brow on Cerberus Orest Why let heaven look as 't will t is my crown that I have done an act shall make heave frown Tynd. O what earth loves so much a guilty soul that it can bear thee Orest Why Sir this is mine and this shall bear me Am I not right heire Tynd. Thou heir to kingdoms thou a subject rather to help to make a Players Tragedy Ore Why that will make me swell with greater pride to think my name shall drop in lines of blood from some great Poets quill who well shall paint how bravely I reveng'd my fathers death that is the thing I wish'd and 't is my glory I shall be matter for so brave a story But where 's my Crown 1. Lord. No murderer wee 'l rather joyn with him this old man here to take away thy life then such a homicide shall frame us laws who hath himself rac'd out the laws of Nature 2. Lord. Yes and wee 'l set here Argos crown on him who shall enact some pnnishment for thee which although none can equalize this deed yet what our griefs can think all shall be done and wee 'l forget thou' rt Agamemnons sonne Ore Why think you on your worst I scorn to crave I had three lives you but my one shall have Tyn. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that which while there is a world throughout the world will be pronounc'd for the most horrid deed that ever came into the thought of man a thing which all will talk of none allow I here disclaim that name of Grand-father and I must quite forget that in thy veynes my blood doth flow but think it then let out when thou letst out my daughters And since you kind Lords commit the state unto my years years too unfit heavens know to beare a state My mind methinks contends for to decree somewhat which to my self I dare not tell Just conceiv'd wrath and my affection strives hate forbids pity pity forbids hate and exile is but barren punishtnent Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes O never let thy sight offend me more all thy confederates and all thy friends You Pylades which did so smoothly cloake the dam'nd profession he did undertake You Strophius Strop My Lord I know not ought Yet since one foot is now in Charons boat if it please you set tother too aflote Tynd. Not so but I will banish you the Court and you Electra come I must forget affection too towards you you gave the child which you had charge of to the murtherers sword Elect. Why Grandsire I herein no wrong do find since all these go I would not stay behind Tynd. Nay but no one shall company the other hence thou Cocytus stream of this offence Strophius and Pylades Electra hence Exeunt Strophius Pylades Electra Orest Why farwel Grandsire since thou bidst I flie and scorn companions for my misery Exit Orestes Tynd. Unto this punishmeht this one more I add that none shall dare to give Orestes food and this decree shall stand I speak with grief and here pronounce Orestes no relief Hence with these corps poor child what hadst thou don thy Nurses prayers that there might spring a rose where e'r thou trod'st could not keep back thy foes Some plague he hath but such a matricide should never die although he ever dy'd Scena 2. Enter Electra and Strophius Elect. Thus never lesse alone then when alone where to our selves we sweetly tell our woes Thou Uncle chief companion to our griefs and soul partaker of our miseries why do we live when now 't is come to passe it is scarce known that Agamemnon was He dies far easier who at first doth drown then he which long doth swim and then sinks down Stroph. Nay Neece me thinks I now do see the haven where my ag'd soul must leave this tossed bark made weak with years and woes yet I commend unto my son the heart of a true friend that 's all the will I leave and let him know friendship should ever be but most in woe And so I leave thee Neece I first must die to hast a period to this Tragedie He dies Elect. O envious Fates could you not use me thus have I not grief enough to burst my heart Was my life's thread twisted and knit so strong that the keen edg of all these miseries can never cut it off must I bear more 'T is all my safety now not to be safe Are there so many wayes to rid ones life and can I hit on none They say that death is every where and yet I find him not Tush but I seek him not why my own hand might grasp him to me if I did but strive Now hand help ease my heart and make a way to let out grief that hath so long dwelt here Stabs her self Now knife thou 'st done good service there lie by heaven well decreed it nothing life can give but every thing can make us not to live Scena 3. Enter Cassandra Now Priams Ghost haste haste I say to look with chearful eyes on the sinister book and there to Hecuba my mother shew the tragick story of thy conquered foe And let Andromecha my sister see what Agamemnons race is come to be Now Troy may gratifie that most sad doom conquered by those that thus themselves or'ecome let Greece so flourish still let Argos be puft with the pride of their great victory Let it bear Souldiers so withal it bear Orestes too now mother never fear Argos makes me to laugh which made thee weep the Trojans in the grave now sweetly sleep their sorrow hath the end now these begin to overflow themselves with mutual sin And after all Orestes we may see hath lost his reason mans sole propertie Scena 4. Enter Orestes furens Orest By you shall not nay I am decreed do tear tear me yes I have deserv'd it Cass O brave O brave he 's mad as well as I I 'm glad my madnesse hath got company Orest Mother why mother will you kill my father Then I 'll kill you tush I have don 't already Much patience will grow fury in time follow you me you beast you damn'd Aegystheus I 'll hew thee piece by piece look off my mother Cass I am she or one loves thee well Ore Out you witch you witch Ca. Murderer murderer Orest Dost whisper with the devils to torment me O how they lash me with their snaky whips Why Megaera Megaera wilt not hold thy hand Are you there too Erynnis hey all hell my Grandsier Atreus he stands fighting there but hee 'll ha'th better on 't keep Cerberus keep keep the gates fast or all hell breaks loose Mother I see you O you are a whore Did I kill you witch dost thou laugh dost thou Cass Why this is fine my very looks do whip him Orest. Could I but get the stone from Sysiphus I 'de dash thy brains out
Shall I confine thy wandring ghost in some high marble prison Or shall I hither fetch the flying Tombe of proud Mausolus the rich Carian King No Religion shall cloake no such injurie no hired Rhethorick shall adorne thy coarse no pratling stone shall trumpet forth thy praise the world 's thy tombe thy Epitaph I 'le carve in Funerals destruction is the booke in which we 'le write thy annalls blood 's the Inke our sword the Pen. A Tragedy I intend Which with a Plangity no Plaudity shall end FINIS THE COURAGEOUS TURK OR AMURATH THE FIRST A Tragedie Written by THOMAS GOFF Master of Arts and student of Christ-Church in OXFORD and Acted by the Studens of the same house The second Edition LONDON Printed for G. BEDELL and T. COLLINS at the middle Temple Gate Fleet-street 1656. TO THE No lesse honored then deserving Sir WALTER TICHBORNE Knight SIR THis with another Tragedy intituled The raging Turk the issue of one mans braine are now come forth together from the Presse neerer allyed even as Twins in this their second birth They are full of Glory Strength and indeed full of what not that beautifies The more apt to be soyled opposed and disgraced the rather because the Auther ha's made his Exit hence The intent and use of Dedication as I have observed is to no other end then that ignorance and spite sworne Enemies to ingenuity should know upon their dull or envious dislikes whether to repayre and recieve reformation The Fatherlesse fellow-Orphan to this work resteth safe under the protection of your most noble Brother my much honoured Friend Sir Richard Tichborne Knight and Baronet Now for these reasons and that I might not make them strangers by remote fosterings but especially standing to you most worthy SIR equally engaged I this to you Present and Dedicate Together tendring the Love and unfained acknowledgements of Your most embounden Servant RICHARD MEIGHEN TO THE AUTHOR In that Transcribing his Book without his knowledge I was bound by promise to stand to his pleasure to keepe it or burne it I Will not praise this Worke 't were lost Rich Pearles best praise themselves nor will I boast To be possest of more than India's wealth That were the way to lose 't since I my selfe Distrust my selfe in keeping it and stand In feare of robbing by some envious hand Rob'd of it said I Alas that fate were just Since I am found first thiefe to you who durst Unbidden thus ransacke your pretious store This magazine of wit so choyce nay more Steale from the chariot of the glorious Sunne This heavenly fire What shall I say 't is done I doe confesse the enditement pity then Must be my surest Advocate ' mongst men None can abate the rigor of the Law But the Law-giver but me thoughts I saw Or hop'd I saw some watry beames of Mercy Breake glimpsing forth of your imperious eye O let me beg reprive your pardon may By due observance come another day Here loe I tender 't backe to bide the doom By promise bound to him to him with whom I would not breake for all rich Tagus sands Now he the Prisoner at your mercy stands Ergo ibit in ignes Hoc opus aeternum ruet tot bella tot Enses In Cineres dabit hora nocens THE PROLOGUE VVEre not our present subject mixt with feare 'T would much affright us to see all you here One would suffice us or no Auditor Each to himselfe an ample Theater Let rude Plebeians thinke so but we know All judgements here from the same Spring doe flow All here have but one censure all one brest All sonnes of the same Mother but the rest We preoccupate their Censure and fore-tell What after may be said not to be well As in most decent Garments you may see Some gracious Ornaments inweaved bee Which serve for little use but on some day Destin'd to please himselfe the wearer may Without a blush put on when his best friends Intend to visit him So our hope intends The sacred Muses Progeny to greet Which under our Roofe now the third time meet We will not ope the booke to you and show A story word by word as it doth goe But give invention leave to undertake Of it's owne straines some benefit to make For though a Tragicke Pen may be confin'd W thin a studies private Walles the mind Must be unbounded and with inventions steele Strike fire from the alient Flints So free we are from setting any price On these our studied Vanities that advice Almost disdain'd the whispers of those tongues Which private first though vented publike wrongs To the Patient Patient oft We 'il here begin To be a litle peremptory Oh that sinne Of willfull indiscretion 't is no bayes To make us Garlands of our owne mouthes praise Which who affect may they so Lawrell lacke That slanders Thunders may behind their backe Blast them with Calumny for we vow they deare Pay for their paines that give attention here And since it 's suffered with kind indulgence We hope that Kingly Parent 's our defence Who would not have his dandling love be knowne But unto those had off-spring of their owne And for we are assured that here be No braines so curst with blacke sterilitie But of some nature they can frely call Births more mature and Caelestiall Their studies issue they like kindest Mothers With tender hands will swath the limbes of others THE ARGUMENT A Suppo'd Victory by AMURETH Obtain'd in Greece where many captives tane One among the rest IRENE conquers him For taken with her love he sounds retreat Eternally from Warre but after mov'd With murmur of his Nobles in her bed Before his Councils face strikes off her head Then ruminating former bloudy broyles He straight o'recomes all Christian Provinces Invades the Confines of his Sonne in Law Fires Caramania and makes Aladin With 's Wife and Children suppliant for their lives At length appointed his great'st Field to fight Upon Cassanae's Plaines where having got A wondrous Conquest ' gainst the Christians Comes the next morne to overview the dead ' Mongst whom a Christian Captaine Cobelitz Lying wounded there at sight of Amurath Rising and staggering towards him desperately With a short dagger wounds him to the heart And then immediately the Christian dyes The Turke expiring Bajazet his Heyre Strangles his younger brother Thus still springs The Tragick sport which Fortune makes with Kings THE ACTORS Amurath Lala Schahin Tutor to Amurath two Turkish Captaines Eurenoses Chase Illibegge Cobelitz a Christian Captaine Lazarus the Despot or Governour of Servia Sasmenos Governour of Bulgaria Aladin Sonne in Law to Amurath and King of Caramania Two Lords with Aladin Two Embassadors Bajazet Eldest Sonne to Amurath Jacyl Youngest Sonne to Amurath Carradin Bassa A Governour under the Turke For the Maske Jupiter Juno Mars Veâ—us Hector Achil Apollo Pallas Alexander Philoxenus Neptune Cupid Women Actors Eumorphe Concubine to Amurath Menthe An attendant on Eumorphe