they do to its particular inhabitants for Plutarch reports In vit Pomp. That Pompey going to invade Hyrcania as far as Mare Caspium he was compelled to turne back againe into Armenia the lesse for the infinite numbers of deadly venemous Serpents which he met with being come within three dayes Journey of it These Woods yet befriend them against winter colds and shade them from the parching sun both which in â—heir seasons are there extream and besides hurtfull creatures they are plentifully stored with Apes for European Merchandise and Antilopes and Red and fallow Deere for food The â—rime Cities of this Kingdom are Farrabant Asharaffe Perisâ—â—w Omoall Barsrushdea and Derbent most watered by the Rivers Araxis Connack Osbel Cyre Rha and Cheisell who from the deserts of Larr and together with the 70. mouthed Volga from Muscovia empty themselves into the Caspian Sea These Rivers abound with fish and are furnished with little Canoes or Boats made of one Tree capable to receive eight men in fair weather In the River of Farrabant which bears a stream of 40. paces over are some long deep prams sowed together with hemp and cord but unpitcht or calk't in these the Muscovian Merchants sail down Volga over the Caspian Sea to Farrabant to traffique for raw silkes which they transport to Mosco and through Russia These ships ordinarily come thither in March and return in July This Country being both pleasant and rich viz. a fine Plain abounding with Corn chiefly Rice Barley and Ric Wine Honey and â—ll sorts of fruits and being an usefull passage into Tartarie and Turcomania allured Abbas of Persia to attempt it who had the fortune to win it To hold it the better he oft afforded it his presence residing much at Farrabant where hee built a sumptuous Palace and Asharaff where Master Herbert tells you he was when he received Sir Dodmore Cotton Embassadour from our King Charles and in his absence there resides the Vice-roy The people speak the Language of Persia their apparell is like the Irish trooses their heads have a high woollen Cap furred with their owne sheeps skinns They are affable and delight in Noveltie being much civilized as say the Persians since they called Abbas their Conqueror and had the honour to afford him a Mother and a Wife which though not the least shall bee the last praise of Hyrcania which I will here remember that it produced the Grandmother and Mother of MIRZA 7 The Grand Signior The Great Turk so called in the same sense as we call the Great Mogor the Great Japan the Great Duke of Muscovie the Great Cham the Great Duke of Tuscany c. 8 The Gelden Duke King Abbas his Vice-roy for Hyrcania whom I call Elchee liking a Boy whose Father was poor and under his command against the boyes wiâ—â— his Parents knowledge and the Law of Nature made him Sodomite which crying sin though licensed by their Alcoraâ— yet force is not to be used and therefore are Ganymeds 〈◊〉 each great City tollerated The Father of this wronge Child prostrates himself before the King and acquaints hiâ— with that villany The King seeing sorâ—ow and truth in thâ— Peasants look demanded of the Duke who then was sittinâ— there how true it was his countenance bewrayed him Thâ— King having at that instant a knife in his hand gave it to thâ— poor Father and bad him Eunuchize him The Duke durâ— not startle or intercede the Law of the Persian never alters the poor man executed as was enjoyned him The King yeâ— continued to the Duke his jurisdiction His Seraglio onelâ— lost most by it Herbert p. 99. 9 There I 've disarm'd a Foe and the most potenâ— too in the whole Empire This foe of Ally-Beg's was the above mentioned Duke Emangoly the greatest subject in Persia hiâ— Father and Grand-father were Dukes before him a Genealogie of that Antiquity as many Sultans and Dukes in India and Persia cannot equall it they know so little that way Hee was one of the Kings four great Dukes each of which hath under him 12. Sultans each Sultan 5000. Gouzel-Bashaws no worse warriers then the Janizaries His Titles without ostentation were these Emangoly Chawn Lord of Persia which they call Farsee Great Duke of Shiras Sultan of Larr and the Mountains of Jaaroon Lord of Ormus Ruler of Carmania Mergiana Susiana Gedrozia Aria and Sigestan Prince of the Gulph of Arabia Great Beglerbegg or Lord of Lords Commander of twelve Sultans Flowre of Courtesie second in Glory Protector of Mussullmen Nutmeg oâ— Comfort and Rose of delight He was very martiall and fortunate he subdued all Larr Ormus and unto Jasques for his Soveraign of which in the 18. and 19. notes upon the 4th Act He got footing in Arabia for himself in this manner Two Arabian Princes contending for Soveraignty he that was vanquished demanded succour from this Duke who entertained him and with 20000. Horse fought and kill'd his Adversary and became Lord of both their Tertitories The relieved Prince thanks him and desires to return home Emangoly refused could he with any honesty leave him that had so succour'd him The Prince must stay and in fine becomes his Son in Law and Father at once for he wedded the Dukes Daughter and the Duke his Signiory and kept him Prisoner the usuall fruit of Auxiliary or mercenary forces When he hunts the Tygre Lion Bores and such like which he did once in four years hee set 20000. men to rouze them and when they were herded together on some Mountain he impaled it with a huge toil of wire cords and wood a toil and burden for 600. Camels and so commanded them Answerable to his State was his Estate his plate and Jewells were valued at 300000. pounds He had 300 women in his Seraglio called there Haram at Shira His Revenues according to the Merchants computation were 400000. Tomaynes a year a Toman is 3. l. 6. s. So Herbert which of our money comes to 1328000. l. a year a Revenue equall to some European Kings not superfluous here to be â—emembred because it shews the greatnesse of Subjects in those parts 10 MORATS Horse-tail standard The Turkes royall Standand born by the Janizaries is no other then a horse-tail tied to the end of the staff So Sandys which though seeming rude and answerable to their Originall doth smell much of Antiquities Coloured Horse-hairs being a most antient Ornament for Crests Homer sticketh the like in the Helmet of the gallantly aâ—med though not so spirited Paris being to fight the great deciding Combate with Menelaus for Helena 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Then on his head his well wrought Helm he set Plum'd with Horse-tail that horribly did threat Hear how this passage sounds in French rendred by the great Poitique and much admired Abbot of Saint Cheron Salel Et puis couurit sa teste D'vn riche armet ayant vne grand ' oreste Faite du poil qu'on voit
there whither we now will hast To rescue our Son and make our self deserve This benefit the Gods were pleas'd to give us Met. My Liege I will Abb. O who can be a Tyrant And plague the innocent on bare surmises When gracious Heaven passe by our reall ills And oft to gain us save us 'gainst our wills MIRZA PAGE FIe DORIDO and did I ever think I should check thee for disobedience Now I importune thee sha'nt I obtain My last draught of thee Pag. I can hold no longer 'Gainst his command Sir here 's a bowl well spic'd Will send you to your Paradise in a moment Mâ—r. Give me it DORIDO Pag. Ah my hand trembles In the delivery Mâ—r. Thankes good faithfull youth Now that my Father could see me quaff this A health to the confusion of the Tyrant he drinks Pag. Sir leave some and I 'l pledge you Mâ—r. As thou wilt Now call my wife to take her last farewell I come sweet FATYMA i 'm coming to thee And doubt not but thou'lt thank me for releasing Thee from this Prison the world calls a life NYMPHADORA IFFIDA to him PAGE WHat would my Lord Mir. Be reconcil'd to thee I know th' art angry with me for the losse Of FATYMA Nym. Not angry sir but grieved Mâ—r. Come I have sent the child t' a place fit for her A sacred place of rest worthy her goodnesse This world was not it was her Hell and mine And I am following her I sent for thee To take my last leave Nym. I conceive you not Mir. Thy eyes shall make it plain I have drunk poyson Nym. O Heavens forbid Iff. O Gods how came he by 't Pag. I gave it him he drank and here I pledge him He drinkes Iff. O wretch Nym. Wer't lawfull would I 'd pledge him too Pag. I still was us'd t' obay all his commands And this was one nor could I abide to see Him miserable my duty did gainsay it Mir. And my own honour faithfull youth and courage Nym. Self-murder's a false colour of true courage Rising from fear of torment or of shame T' out-face ill Fortune and malicious Fatâ— And this I hop'd from you then should the Heaven First have dissolv'd but you should have been righted Heaven sets us Captains of our bodily Forts Which without Treason cannot be delivered Till redemanded Mâ—r. Sure if Heaven had made us Masters of any thing 't is of our lives Which if we may not without leave lay down We must not without warrant leave a joynt If in these little Castles we be Heavens Lieutenants sure we may give up our charge When Heâ—ven leaves us void of good means to keep it Nym. We must not doubt Heavens goodness who is nothing But goodnesse nor limit it since the last Instant is scope enough for th' heavenly Powers To revoke all things to ones own desire Why pluck'st thou then their work out of the hand Of Justice and become thy own revenger When she would surely have don 't and better Mir. I feel the poyson working O be happy Nym. Hast IFFIDA some antidote may help yet Pag. Nay spare that paines not natures self can help him 'T was strong enough Nym. To break my heart I hope Pag. It works with me too my eyes swim in death And dizzinesse tosse over all my braines Iff. Fie DORIDO thou art the greatest Traytor Of all to poyson thy dear Lord. Mir. Peace fool He 's faithfull and my good deliverer ABBAS EMANGOLLY BELTAZAR to them ALKAHEM Servants NO that is yet my part I 'm thy deliverer Rise injur'd Son arise and meet thy freedom Mâ—r. Who 's that Iff. The King Mâ—r. The Tyrant in good time He comes to see me rescu'd from his rage Nym. His eyes blast me I can't with patience see him But what means this yet why are these friends with him Pag. All are prov'd false and mock our misery Nym. And is this then a spectacle of pleasure That I could form a curse great as his guilt Abb. Spare them sweet daughter if I yet am worthy So near alliance to so bright a vertue Mâ—r. O death why com'st no faster Ema Heavens what means he Bel. He thinks he comes to torture him Alk. He looks ill Abb. No art of words can now more aggravate My guilt then mine own Conscience nor dost thou Feel sharper pangs of Grief then I of horror I 'm undeceived I see my hasty error And hadst thou now a window into my brest Thou wouldst confesse th' unfeign'd integrity Of my repentance when thou seest my soul Weep freely tears of blood to bath her crime in Mir. Croâ—odiles tears Ema Indeed my Lord you erre Abb. Thou err'st brave Son for yet I 'l call thee so And will henceforth appear a Father to thee I 've been a Tyrant nay a Monster long Which as I have bewail'd I will redresse Repentance has made Rivers of mine eyes My eyes weep themselves blind for loss of thine My breast is hardened as brawn with strokes My head turn'd grey with sorrow more then age Insense makes the offended Gods relent For that I 'l spend my very soul in sighs To be penitent bears a pardon with it A pardon I that yet ne'r beg'd of any Now beg of thee A Father of a Son Let the relation at least obtain it Nym. So when the house is burnt the fire goes out O that this true remorse for so I think it Had come before when yet it had been usefull Bel. Madam 't is ne'r to late to redresse wrongs Nym. Yes when the wrongd's not capable of redress The Prince alas inflamed with despair Got his unhappy Page to give him poyson Abb. O Heaven and slightest thou our Penitence Mir. Poyson so strong defies all remedies As it will soon make me all injuries Ema O Act of Horror Bel Dire event of wrongs Aâ—k Which when in time we' are carelesse to redresse We justly when we would do 't are deny'd it Abb. I mourning to my grave must ever go then At least before thou leav'st this upper world O speak thy self but reconciled to me Mâ—r. I freely do it and implore your pardon If I exasperated with my wrongs Have vented any undecent words of you Of other crimes towards you my soul acquits me Abb. And mine own too this piety adds load Unto my grief and melts my very soul. METHIâ—VLIE SOFFIE SEe sir their joy has drown'd them all in tears Sof This looks not yet like joy Iff. Ah! no my Lord. All joyes have fled us Alk. The brave Prince tir'd out With suffering wrongs took poyson Sof O just Gods Met. Not just they are grown Tyrants too mock Our best intentions O Abb. What a blest day Had this been had not this draught clouded it That balefull draught descends in a diâ—e storm And not ecclipses but our Sun-shine onely But batters with fierce dropps our springing hopes How mightst thou else have triumph'd in the Justice Done on the cursed causers of thy
made nor shall thy flattering Fate O MIRZA contradict it though thy Troops Stood like a wall about thee nay though IOVE Presse all the Gods to guard thee and should arme Them every one with Thunder I would through I 'l tear the groundsells of thy Towers up And make their nodding spires kisse the Centre But I will reach thy heart thy heart proud Victor The power that I have climb'd to ere my time Cannot be safe if any reach too near it I feel my Crowns totter upon my head Me thinks and see him ready stand to latch them Was I a Prince born to the Persian greatnesse 8. Set equall with the Gods and as ador'd As is 9. the Sun our Brother and shall I Be bearded by a Son a beam of me And like a Cypher add but to his value I will hereafter call thee viper ever If thou canst lose thy filiall Duty I Can lose my Bowells and on thy ruines build A Pyramid to my revenge and safety I that would wrest an Empire from a Father And Brother will not lose it to a Son Still may he fear that dares not to be cruell ABBAS FLORADELLA WHo 's that Flo. 'T is I. Abb. My FLORADELLA Flo. Yes Abb. Enter my sweet welcom as earliest light To th' infant world and with thee ever bring A thousand Comforts to my thoughtfull breast But why doth sadnesse invade Beauties Kingdom And these faire eyes eclips their glorious He kisseth them splendour With vailes of melancholly is 't possible So firmly inthron'd in thy ABBAS Love That all the Gods should make thee know a grief Flo. Alas my Lord the peoples common theam Still grates mine ears no other voice is heard But MIRZA's praises the Gods hear no vowes No prayers but for MIRZA's safety who 's So dull a soul that cannot since he first Led out your armies count his victories As if all were Historiographers And for each blow he dealt return a statue Abb. I 'le kick their sandy fabricks into dust And rear a lasting one of their own heads 10 Higher then that in Spawhawn is to which Their Idolls own shall be the Cupola Flo. They all read Lectures on his actions Till out of breath they pause and then admire Till his encomiums hit the starrs and stick His Idolized name amongst them swearing The lustre of that one puts out the rest You my dear Lord they say lie wallowing here In pleasures and will one day take a surfet A good effeminate Prince whose only act Of worth is that you gat so brave a son Whom as the rising they adore for you They think have passed your Meridian And now are nere your setting Abb. Setting yet I 've heat enough to scorch them all to cinders And see they not the Sun ne'r look so bloody As when he sets Flo. Ah! but my noble Lord How can I look upon this pompous Palace Furnished with spoiles of nations the long train Of early clients that wear my Thresholds out Nay on your honored selfe my excellent Lord But as the Prisoner late condemn'd to death Doth on the pleasant meads the curled groves And silver brooks he passes by as led To execution These he alass must leave She weeps And well I know how dead Kings Paramours Are dealt by by their cruell successors Abb. Why dead why successour but why these tears Which I 'le drie up with kisses and revenge With as much blood of thy fea'rd enemies Be a good huswife of these pearles my dear Too pretious ere to spend ' lesse when I die Thou 'lt shed a few of them t'enbalm me with Who 's that It is the voice of Beltazar Flo. Or Mahomet Allybeg or both Abb. Sit still ABBAS MAHOMET ALLYBEG BELTAZAR FLORADELLA COme come my Lords I 've long expected you Mah. We met i' th way a stop a giddy stream Of people with broad eyes and right-up ears Powring themselves from all parts to 11 the Buzzarr The novelty made us too mixe among them What then made all this concourse â—â—t to hear A Panegyrick sung by hired Eunuchs In adulation of the valiant Mirza Abb. The mountain brought forth a ridiculous Mouse Flo. Heaven grant it proves ridiculous Abb. Heaven it selfe Can't make it otherwise Bell. There were all the deeds Of 12 your great ancestors from Mortys Ally Recounted not as copies to be followed But made as soiles to set off his the better And brought but by comparison to shew How his green valour conquers all example So said the flattering pamphlet Peleus name Stoops to ACHILLES and so SATURN joyes To be ore-topt by JOVE Abb. O most felt flattery Mah. And there exposed they his armed figure In a triumphall Chariot drawn by 13 CYRUS And great 14 DARIUS yoak'd with this inscription As the new Moon the light o' th old devours So do thy actions all thine Ancestours Abb. No more no more seem'd any man of name To countenance this fairy Pagentry Bel. No lesse then great Duke ELCHEE at whose cost It was performed he 's hasting down to 's charge I' th army this was his farewell to 's friends Abb. There 's musick in that voice would many more Of his rank durst oppose us There is gain In mighty rebells Flies and moths may buz About our beard and are not worth the notice Or if we crush them they but foul our fingers 'T is noble prey deserves a Princes stroak And by my Fathers soul they shall not want it Flo. Spoke likâ— thy selfe Mah. Heroick god-like ABBAS Bel. Let not my Soveraign doubt my proved faith That 15 would ope MAHOMET's Shrine at your command If humbly I play the Princes friend And urge but their objections as thus What ever glorious actions are atchiev'd By him or his redound to the Kings glory As all the souldiers to the generalls What common souldier ever gained a Triumph And yet what Generalls single valour conquer'd How then are you made lesse if he grows great Since all his greatnesse is not his but yours Do not the flourishing of the branches adde To the Trees beauty Abb. But luxuriant boughs Not prun'd suck too much moisture from the Tree Bel. What cares the Sea how great the Rivers swell Since all their pride flow into her Abb. But what The Sea doth get in one place in some other It loses and the more he wins upon Th' affections of the people the more I lose Minions too great argue a King too weak Maâ— Great Favourites should be set neare Kings as foiles To set them off not to vie lustre with them A Partner once admitted to a Throne Soon justles out the other th' snakes new skin Once come she casts the old one 16. No where are Two Kings in safety but in Tenerâ—ff And there the one is dead but one alive Bel. But 't is not known the Prince intends a danger Mah. It is not prov'd Abb. 'T is then too late when prov'd To be prevented Flo. Cockatrices eggs Must not be brooded over
so many Kings as that round word Conscience and Soveraign sway are things at odds 'T is mischifes freedom holds up Tyranny Which who so blushes t'own is no right King Abb. No more debate Sentence is justly pass'd The execution rests which what if acted Vpon him i' th army Mah. If the crueltie Chance to disclose it selfe on th' apprehension O' th murderer t' may raise some dangerous tumult All cruell actions must be safely done And all their safetie lies in privacy Abb. Let 's train him up to court and do it here Mah. That thought needs not a second Abb. Cause you then Our secretary t' indite letters to him Here to attend us with all possible speed Where he shall be acquainted with the weight Of the affair that urges his quick comming Provide a messenger of your own knowledge Mah. I know my Pâ—oâ—â—nce Abb. You Lord BELTAZAR Who are not so well known his enemie Though firme enough in our esteem hast down Unto the Army where till he you know Be on his journey hither keep your mask on Then break to the Lievtenant Generall Your power and errand which is to be set With him in joynt commission ore that Army And be the noble partner of our care Bel. My faith shall labour to deserve the trust Abb. And thou my FLORADELLA shalt have work too Be frequent in your visits to the Princesse Extoll the vertues of her gallant Lord And set the wheeles a going Praise gets confidence That opennesse of speech and women be Best spies of womens actions Sift her then What is intended who and where imployed Speak with such confidence as if you meant To force her think you know what never was T is no lesse service to detect close treason Then to vanquish open and avoucht Rebellion Flo. What arts will not my love unto my Lord Infuse into me and what subtle care Abb. You 've all your parts act them but like your selves I le in any study more o' th art of King-craft Bel. Madam I kisse your hands Yours Lord MAHOMET MAHOMET ALLYBEG FLORADELLA THis was well carried there 's another step To our great purpose whilst the Tyrant stood Firmly propt up by his heroick son And his brave Troopes not all the Gods could shake him Now that he ruines him he but lies down For me and therefore thee my FLORADELLA Upon his neck to rise to soveraignty Flo. But what if the successe should thwart the platforme And something intervene to save the Prince Would not the ruine turn upon our selves ' Such deeds are never safe till they be acted Mah. Descend not from thy selfe so low as fear The blow meant him is guided by a hand Sure and steady but if he misses aime This very hand through wounds shall force his soul So doth the love of thee arme me I le wrest The Scepter from JOVES hand but thou shalt have one Flo. Why do you court your own Sir Mah. Therefore deerest Because mine own and worthy a Gods courtship I never meant thee lesse nor have I woo'd thee To leave a Monarchs crowned love to grace A subjects bed but to adorn these Temples With golden wreaths more bright then ARâ—ADNE's And make thy name the subject of all Poetry Then shalt thou trample on the under globe And chuse what part of heaven thou meanst to grace So great is the reward of MAHOMET's love Flo. How growes your strength what men of name and fortunes Espouse your interest Mah. 'T is not yet my time To tempt too many when the heir is gone And all men in a maze then is our houre No Fish shall 'scape us when the water 's troubled In the mean time get thee a party to thee Of the male-spirited Dames that may engage Their sons and husbands they are usefull evills Bosome solicitours are most prevalent Flo. I le find or make such first I 'me for the Princesse MAHOMET ALLYBEG POor credulous Cockatrice thinkst thou I 'le rear My selfe a Throne and set a strumpet with me No he that can crush Princes will not pick Thee out among the rubbish of their ruines Yet must ambition use such poor low things Thou art a good close spie a bosome traitour And a fair bait for some smooth liquorish 18 Sultan Whom I le perhaps buy with thy prostitution But a companion of my Soveraignty Must boast a brighter vertue higher descent One that in making nature toil'd and sweat Such as the excellent Princesse NYMPHADORA Whom when industrious nature once had form'd She broke her mould for never since could she Produce her like she 'l fit our proudest height But her I 'le not assay till I 'me possessed Of my new royaltie then a Princes Throne Is a brave joynture and the name of Queen To a young Widow lusty in her blood Will be a charme hardly to be withstood FARABAN What curses are entaild on wicked pelfe With a bag of mony in his hand We when we want it scratch and plot to get it And when we have it fear to lose it still I dreaded vildly those two craving souldiers That met me at my Merchants dore they were But meanly thatcht me thinks and seem'd to have Sharp stomachs too They watcht and waited on me As Dogs do upon children for their victualls There lie ye till my Tailors long long bill Brings an indictment strongly proved against He locks it up in a Trunk you Thus are we but the Gaolers of our wealth Which although most men make their God is but The Poets slave and mine And but for use Two THEEVES listning Wee 'l rescue your rich prisoner presently They knock Far. Come in Pox on yee it s your tattar'd Rogueships 1 Theef Your humble servant Sir 2 Thief Your servant Sir Far. Gentlemen you 'l excuse me I know you not 1 Thief You shall Sir know us better Please you lend us The key of that same trunk Stir and One of them presents a dag to his breast you die Far. Nay Gentlemen 1. Thief Nay not a word y 'had best Take the keys out of his pocket coÌ„rade-so Now we will eat boy and be warm again The other takes his keyes out of his pocket his watch 1. Thief Hang warmth and eating too Wee 'l drink drink deep 2. Thief drink by the hower and this same watch shall help us To 'scape the Constables Far. But I dare hold A rope of that th' Devill rob'd and thus too Rob'd in a Complement Theves Whilst they go to plunder his Trunk he runs out and gives the Alarum Theeves ho Theeeves 1. The. Pox o' your care could you not stop him 2. The. Now Prethee leave chiding to another time We 've no way but to follow him and cry Out Theeves as loud as he so we i th' hubbub They run after him May hap t' escape 2 The. 'T is best Both. Theevs Theeves ho Theeves SOFFIE FATYMA IFFIDA IS this the story 's to be acted Looking upon a Picture Iff. Yes Sir Sof I
Brass and what Wilt thou sayes she that hast given up thy name To me go wanton in the Courts soft pleasures When yet the field is cover'd with thy Army And new attempts resolv'd Alk. Heare heare her sir. Mâ—r. Then filial duty calls loud from the Temple T' obey is your chiefe honour the contrary Would fix more staines upon your Name then all The Ottoman blood could you set it a Tilt Could ever wash away O strait who sayes not To go is Cowardize to stay Rebellion Ema Excuse me sir were it not blasphemy 'Gainst our great 7 MITHRA to say the Sun wants light When he doth but keep state in gloomy dayes No no your Highness have possess'd the world Enough with your known valour now no spot Will stick to you besides who knows your business Your Highness going may be necessary And so your journey give more honour to you Then kicking ope this Towns Gates with your foot Met. O' th' other side some handsome excuse may Give satisfaction to the King till this Design be over and not incur displeasure Ema It may so yet why should our Lord the Prince Run that hazard his stay may do him hurt In losing th' opportunity of some Action Sure of concernment else the King would not Have sent knowing the weight of his work here Or worse it may provoke his Fathers anger At least suspition His going cannot harm him This Plot is so contriv'd as we may act it Nor need the common Souldier know he 's gone Put one into his Armour to disguize it When he is there if the affair be urgent 'T is well he went if not he may return To us before the Action Mâ—r. I 'm confirm'd Obedience possesses me all over I le up and down again quick as your thought If I be forc't to stay go on and prosper But duty bears me not faster to him Then Love and honour shall again to you And so adieu my Lords Ema Heaven keep your Highness Elc. Go safe Met. And safe return Hyd. And well as safe BELTAZAR EMANGOLY ELCHEE METHICVLI Hâ—DASPVS ALKAHEM MATZED BENEFIAN HAil my Lord Duke of Shiras Ema My Lord BELTAZAR What wind wast drave hither trow In secret Elc. No good one You may be confident Bel. Save you my Lords Ema O my apprehensive soul I 'd give Aside An eye my Lord the Prince were here again Bel. 'T is thus in short my Lords His Majestie Dreading some sickness growing strong upon him Hyd. He was in health even now Aside Alk. Stay sir observe Bel. Thought good to send down for his Sonne the Prince The staffe of his old age to be about him And has done me the honour to command me Hither to stand in joynt Commission over Th' Army with you My Lord EMANGOLY My honour'd Colleague Ema Your standing is my fall Aside Bel. My Lords methinks I see and grieve to see Something like Discontent in all your faces Ema I 'm justly proud sir to be joyned with So eminent a Vertue but this in this Conjuncture of time I think was ill advis'd Now when the Army is neer worried out In a long war to tear their darling from them Will rellish ill Ben. I 'l up and turn Platonick Met. And I Stoick Mat. I le to my Farm and there They whisper Sow Mustard-seed the Prince gone farewell Arms. Elc. This is a trick the Prince nere dreamt of it Alk. A bait to lure him up and lodge him O. Ema My Lord his Highness ere we lost him laid The Plat-form of a Plot to gain this City By a surprize till that be done wil't please you To keep close your Commission lest th'novelty Disturbs the Action Bel. Sir I 'l be advis'd In this and all things by your better judgement Met. We all do know our duties let 's attend them Ema Go then my Lords I 'l follow or I thinke We had as good let this adventure fall 'T was but to please the Prince Bel. Sir as you please I 've some dispatches those over I am yours EMANGOLY ELCHEE METHICULI HYDASPUS ALKAHEM MATZED BENEFIAN THe Prince call'd up to stay and one sent down To take his place and that a Courtier too Plot of some Turk to ruine Persia By striking her good Genius Impudent head Worthy a thousand thunderbolts that durst Once mention it why stay we in the Army There 's not a Captains place now to be given But some Court-Madam must dispose it to Perhaps some little leg'd Gentleman-Usher Ben. Or decay'd Stallion Elc. Though we toil'd and sweat To purchase honour for the Prince we will not That BELTAZAR shall share with us Ema Shall I Be coupled now after so many Triumphs With a Court Spaniell I 'le let the Turk in first Say my good Lords what can you shrug and fawn And complement your Generall is a Courtier Now you must fight in method exercise Your men as in a Dance Met. Pox let all fall Hyd. Best call MOZENDRA back and le ts do nothing Mat. But mutiny Elk. Or at beâ—t raise the Siege Ema The shame wil not be ours but the dul Kings That knowes â—ot how to prize a worthy Son Omneâ— With all our hearts Met. Let'â—hold together then And we are safe Ema You are an Oracle The King shall know that nothing shall be done Lesse we be pleas'd and have again his Son BELTAZAR SELEUCUS SELEUCUS is thy Post upon his wings T' inform thy master of the Princes coming Sel. My Lord I have dispatch'd him Bel. Prethee stay him For my Packet Sel. My Lord I 'l after him Bel. Do so and then the King shall know he must not Pull down his Son and let these great ones stand That are but his dependents pieces of him They 're grown too great to obey any but Their Prince and will not brook my rising ore them And yet to speak my conscience they 're but honest And do but what I should yet now that is not The way to thrive and so may well be lov'd And wished but not practis'd without losse As he that fells an Elm must also fell The Ivy Vine and under shrubbs that dwell Beneath his shade and cling in loving sort About his bole some but for their support Some to suck sap from him So who 'd remove A Prince or great man strong i th' Peoples love Must strike his followers too A mighty man Doth never fall alone no more then can The beams and columns of a Palace and The Rafters and the sparrs unmoved stand CHORUS WHat dire effects evill Counsell workes Even to unhinging greatest states It doth allure with specious baits But underneath foul Poison lurkes The Prince to please a factious few Must rob himself even of his best Of friends and discontent the rest Which he may ever after rue This happens when the Princes ear Is open droâ—n'd in soft delight Unto the bosom Favorite Or undermining Flatterer How hard and difficult a thing Almost above the power of man Or
Can ere requite such favours But Sir I Am conscious of mine own defects for such A Province that requires the ablest man A man A God Phoebus himself to rule it A rule as glorious as his flaming Throne Abb. Thou art modest ALY-BEG He is most fit Who we dare trust and that is thee my MHOMET ABBAS MAHOMET-ALLYBEG FARRABAN Two THEEVES OFFICERS WHo have you brought into our presence Dogs And are the sons of filth and povertie Fit objects for our eye 2 Theev Mercy O mercy Far. An 't please your Majesty these two were soldiers Ran from their colours hither and turn'd Theeves They rob'd i th' Court it selfe my chamber Theev Mercy Abb. 'T were to disgrace our mercy to bestow her Vpon such vagabondâ— who besides your Theft And cowardly sulking from the Camp shall die If but for so disgracing so prophaning Our Court with such base rags and bands of vermine Compounds of Oyle and stench spawn of a Toad Are these weeds for a Court Or is our Marble To be polluted with your dust and sweat Rascalls spued out of Gaoles and Charnel houses Rotten already that bear graves about you Go Officers away with them to death 'T is plain they are Theeves they 've rob'd some of their fellowes Long since hung up in chains of those foul raggs That danc'd ith'air many a frosty night Yet that they may die neatlier then they liv'd Give them new Coats then dragg'd out of the Town Impale them high on stakes thrust through their bodies 1 Thee This may thank you could keep the dore no better 2 Thee T' may thank us both for robbing without killing They 're wise that make sure work Mah. T is true Abb. Away Mah. T is a good Prologue this to his sons Tragedy Aside Attend without there FARRABAN I 've somewhat To move the King you may be usefull in Be within call Far. I will my honoured Lord. ABBAS MAHOMET-ALLYBEG DRawes not the time on you expect the Prince in Mah. Yes How will you that he be entertain'd Abb. How entertain'd why how but with a bow-string Is 't not decreed Entice the trusty Son From his Eccliptick line he shall obey Your beck and wander from his sphear ere I From my resolves Mah. Admired Constancy Abb. Set you some spy of faith 'gainst his arrivall There let him stay him to attend my comming Then give us notice and thou and I will plant Our selves in secret to behold the justice To act which get seven Executioners Deaf dumb and dextrous to rush in upon him So all Rebellions shall be strangled in him Th'Hydra of Treason at one pluck shall lose Her numerous heads and we our fears and be For ever cured of all jealousie Mah. I le appoint FARRABAN to be his last Master of Ceremonies FARRABAN MAHOMET-ALLYBEG FARRABAN WHich is the way to rise at Court thinkst thou Far. T' obey and please Mah. Right and thou art ambitious Far. What do I here else Mah. Whither tends thy aime Give me the utmost height of thy aspiring Far. Troth there you pose me for Our thoughts still rise As our estates and power the avarice Of honour is no lesse insatiable Then that of gold But for the present I Know mine own wish and so shall you my Lord. When I walk by the Cittadell so strong So stately that claimes reverence from mine eye I think if I had but the government 0f that I should be happy enough to pitty 7 The grand Signior and envy him no more Mah. The government o th' Castle is that all Thou art too modest Far. Good my Lord do'nt scoffe me Mah. I am in earnest thou shalt have it FARRABAN The King has but one piece of Service for thee Do that and thou art Governour Far. If I Can do 't t is done Mah. Come I le instruct thee how FLORADELLA CLOE COme why staid you so long abroad this morning You 'l never leave your Gossiping till you Be double rib'd as GLAVCA was and then You may go seek a Father for 't 'bove all things Beware of a great belly there is losse Of time and losse of sport in 't besides trouble Clo. O Madam I can make sirrup of Savin My selfe and twenty tricks I have besides Here is the book EARINA promis'd you Flo. What ARETINE so famous for his postures Let 's see it Were you at ERINA's house Or sent she this Clo. I was there Madam and Had the luck too to see her fine new servant Flo. What for a creature is 't Clo. A pretty silk-worm Flo. How happy am I therein 'bove the rest That dote on sleeked limbs and finest bloud Looking but for couch comforts not aspiring The godlike ornament of a crown let them Melt in their youngsters armes I le sacrifice To hair and bristles cling to MAHOMET Or hug a coffin to arrive at honour Me thinks this Purruck leans to th'left hand somewhat Clo. No Madam 't is well set and rarely sented I would we'd more of the prepared Pomatum And powder I bought last Flo. What talk's most rife Abroad wench Clo That my Lord MAHOMET is sworn Lord Treasurer he 's now the only Sun Next to the King of greatest light Flo. He shall Ecclips him one day What do you now Clo. This fucus Is laid too thick I le mend it with my scarlet Flo. Have you got Puppy Dogs and an after burden Clo. Yes Flo. Well distill them then with care my Lord MAHOMET-ALLYBEG FLORADELLA CLOE WHy this is as it should be now my beauty Displaies her lustre throwing sweets and graces About the place her selfe being as the spring A box wherein all sweets compacted lie Flo. This spring Sir owes it selfe but to your beams I wish you joy Sir of your treasurership Mah. A step that 's but a step to a greater height I 've something more to tell thee that is fit For thy ear only Flo. CLOE prethe leave us Clo. Now can't I for my soul but listen I Have such an itch of novelty Mah. Come my dear Art ready to ascend thy throne hast practised Aside she places her selfe behind the hangings to listen To Queen it with a Majesty seest thou not All creatures bow in homage to thy foot And Princes throng into thy set of servants â—lo This is fine Pageantry would it were reall O how I should be courted Flo. Jeast not jeast not How proceed you Mah. Smoothly the dreaded Prince Is on 's last journey an hour brings him hither An other sends him Elâ—zium The army kicks at BALTAZAR's command And pines for th' Prince the two Dukes fume and fret Like Lions caught in toiles or Buls in nets Where strugling but intangles them the more Since the King can't trust these men thus inrag'd Nor knowes he where to serve himselfe of others He means a league with th' Turk so falls this army And leaves him no force to oppose my rise He shew'd me his thoughts of outing ELCHEE From his vice-royship of Hircania And stout EMANGOLY
trust shall never be deceiv'd by me Abb. Ward the Prince up but hinder not his friends Th' accesse of visits yet observe who comes So shall we know the faction by degrees He fast fetch his wife to him and young SOFFIE Let little FATYMA be brought to me I le have her in my Court to play withall Far. All your commands are done Now I grow strong Secret In villany and fit for any service At first I startled and my blood recoil'd None are o th' sudden highly good or bad By time and practise are crafts-masters made Abb. MAHOMET compile a Proclamation Declaring my just fears and jealousies Of his exorbitant rise and growing faction This timely mercy will possesse the woâ—ld That I am only carefull and not cruell And that 't is not the person but the treason I punish Tyranny may be gilt with reason MAHOMET-ALLYBEG INconstant dotard canst thou never sleep And wake again firm in the same resolve Well thou but leav'st for me to do what thou Wouldst have but could'st not nor shall this faint rub Thy cowardise cast in my way impede My strong-cast bowl but the more surely lead It to th' intended Jack that is thy head NYMPHADORA FATYMA IFFIDA WHat mists are these that dwell about mine eyes To cheat me into slumbers as if rest The cure of troubled minds meant to compose The tumults of my brain and sleep repair My broken senses softly by distilling Her gentle balm upon my wounded thoughts When I no sooner do obey and throw My cares on her but melancholy keeps Sad orgies in my head shuffling again My senses with pale frights and gastly dreams Full fraught with horrour and black Tragedie Turning to poyson what soft sleep meant balsom Iff. Why weeps her grace as if she 'd To Fatyma wash the world To its old innocence accost her Madam Nym Alas poor heart my load of grief 's too heavie To be remov'd by thee mine eyes no sooner Close but I start in frights visions and Ghosts Pale wandring Ghosts still shake their funerall brands Before me and invite me to their shades Me thought I saw my Prince with gastly looks Squallid and bloody beckon me away And then the Sun with bloody countenance seem'd To set upon his head and a thick cloud Invelop'd him in her dark misty womb Portents portents of some dire fate to come Fat Madam alas how oft have you chid me For crying at sad dreams last night me thought I saw an eagle pick his chickens eyes out And could have wept for 't but I soon forgat it Nym. 'T is true sweet-heart our sleeping thoughts are oft Idle and imperfect but most commonly They 're either Histories of something past Or dark presages of what is to come Iff. For heavens sake Madam torture not your selfe With dreams but let some 22 Magus read them to you Or else consult with some wise woman 'bout them Nym. No IFFIDA Wisdome and vertue be The only destinies set for man to follow The heavenly powers are to be reverenced Not searcht into their mercies rather be By humble Prayers to be sought then their Hidden counsells by curiosity SOFFIE NYMPHADORA FATYMA IFFIDA MAdam the Court is full of armed men They 've planted guards at every door and make Apace towards the presence Iff. Hark Madam let A noise without The Prince be hidden Nym. No he has innocence Enough to guard him Fat O they come Nym. Let them FARRABAN NYMPHADORA SOFFIE FATIMA IFFIDA SELEUCUS Guards YOur Grace will please to pardon us whilst we do Onely our Offices and the Kings commands In removing you and my Lord your Son To th' Cittadell where Madam I assure you You shall find all the liberty and service Is in my power to afford Sel. You Madam To Fatyma The King expects at Court where all delights And studied pleasures shall be spread before you Iff. O Heaven Nym. Why this oth'suddain if there 's ought Amissâ— in me his gentlest check could have Reform'd it soon without this strict confinement Far. Madam no cause of this is from your selfe As we conceive but from the Prince who is Already there Nym. O my oraculous soule My dreames are read without a Magus come Come lead away if he be there the place Is not a Prison but a Court a Palace A Paradise this is my Prison 'cause He is not here I goe not to restraint But to inlargement Is my Lord there say you I 'm sure unjustly since nothing deserves A punishment but evill and all evill is Repugnant to bright honour and her dictates And no dishonorable thought had ever The confidence to thrust into his mind Adieu my FATYMA thou must to Court But I to riper pleasures if allow'd Thy Fathers presence in what ever place Fat 'Las Madam may not I wait on you the Sel. No Madam Fat I 'l not be long from your Grace Farewell my Princely Brother Nym. Alas I cannot She turnes and weeps See thee torn from me thus Sof What insolence Is this and whither will you hurry me Far. My Lord onely to see your Royall Father Nym. Go Childe the Gods of Persia are thy guard Wilt thou partake my fortunes IFFIDA If. Willingly Madam as I 'd entertaine My Bridall Nym. Come then glad Brides do not meet Their longing Grooms more eagerly then I Embrace my Prison if that be a Prison Where MIRZA is the joy of meeting him Devours all thoughts o'th'place which must appear Both noble and convenient he being there ABBAS OLYMPA WE knew his Parts but know with all No Vertue Can merit praise once touch't with blot of Treason Yet since 't is not himselfe we chastize but His crime the innocence of his children shall not Share ith'reward of his offence and therefore We commit FATYMA to your Governance She is of the best blood yet betters it With all the Graces of an excellent spirit Mild as the infant Rose and innocent As when Heaven lent her us Her mind as well As face is yet a Paradise untainted With blemishes or the spreading weeds of vice Oly. My care sir shall preserve those glories green To grow with her and flourish as her beauty Abb. When aged some two years more we meâ—ne a marriage 'Tween her and an Arabian King Her goodnesâ— Can brook no meaner fortune then a Throne ABBAS OLYMPA FATIMA SELEUCUS SEe where she comes waited by all the Grace Oly. With Innocence cast about her as a Dresse Yet wears she sorrow in her face Abb. But mixt With such a sweetnesse as gives sorrow beauty Come my faire Grand-childe welcome to our Court We mean to have thee here as a choice Jewel Set to th' advantage to be seen and prais'd Madam OLYMPA is your Governesse Fat Then sir my first suit to her is that I May see my Father if not still wait on him Abb. Deny her nothing but make quick 〈◊〉 A Prison is no shrine for such a goodâ—esâ—e Oly. Come Madam I 'l attend you to hiâ— Highnesse
perpetuall snow to quench my fires And slake my parch'd soul with continuall Ice Iff. Dear Madam get him in Nym. O that I could Mâ—r. Or might I still thirst TANâ—ALUS with thee So I might alwaies bath in thy cool River For O I burn I burn the dog-star rules me And feeds his raging fires on all my joynts Nym. Wilt in to rest Mir. 'T is dog-daies every where And Affrâ—ck Here ye BELIDES here powre On me kind sisters your perpetuall â—ialls There is an impious nation that is said To stuffe with human flesh their greedy womb O they expect me and are now devouring My roasted Liver all my members broile And ready be â—HYESTES for thy Table Nym. Page try to lift him up softly O softly Mâ—r. O I am stifled in hot glowing brasse I low shut up in dire PERILLUS Bull. Away Dragons you scald me with He struggles your breath Nym. Stay yet Mâ—r. Nought see I'fore mine eyes but flames And towring Pyramids of eternall fire What food can serve such flames alas what mines Of Bitumen and Sulphur have I in me That thus my loyns consume without a pile Iff. Alas this talking heightens his distemper Nym. It does come try to bear him quickly in Once well he will forgive it Mir. I melt I melt Ah! mine own selfe am mine own funerall fire FLORADELLA MAHOMET-ALLYBEG BUngling Puppies could not twitch hard enough When once they 'd got him down What will you do now Step on or back or alter the whole maâ—hin Of the contrivement Mah. On my fair These little difficulties indear great actions To noble minds they are weak soules fall or stumble At rubs cast in their way to â—ry their sâ—â—ength The peace I know by this time is patcht up And the bold factious Troops disbanded all The Town anon will swarm with idle Souldiers That will like fish lie basking in the Sun And die when all the water their element Is let out from them I 'me for ELCHEE first Flo. I for OLYMPA and EARINA Mah. Presse hard For liberall lones of money plate or Jewells Or any of their fine superfluities They 'l help t' augment the heap Possesse them strongly That I intend to rescue the brave Prince And SOFFIE Flo. You 've instructed me enough Mah. Keep hid the Serpent Lure with the Dove No Treason is like that goes mas'kd like love CHORUS WHat is it Heavens you suffer here As if that vices malice were unbounded All vertues Laws inverted are And the just be by the unjust confounded 'T is punishable to speak reason Now reason and loyaltie are out of fashion And Tyranny and Treason Have all the vogue in this besotted Nation He that our great Palladium was No lesse our strength and bulwark then our glory A pray to rampant malice lies Whose fall almost the doers selves makes sorry His innocent issue suffer too Not laid so close up as a priz'd treasure But to shew what their rage can do And that reason ruleth not their acts but pleasure His noble friends that whilst they wore I' th field his purple could deaths selfe have daunted Men that a crime then death fear more Suffer for crimes wherewith they 'r unacquainted Some to strickt bounds confined are Some to remote all judg'd without due tryall The cause fond jealousie and fear Strange state that fears such subjects as are loyall Whilst they that mean the rape o' th state Swim in smooth oyle and wallow in all riot Intit'ling their black deeds to fate And put bad men in armes to keep good quiet O whither doth the precipice Of evill hurry men of base condition Made drunken with unjust successe They all the world grasp in their vast ambition Seest thou not JOVE rebellions scope ' Lesse thy quick vengeance stopps their sudden rising They 'l like their elder brothers hope To depose thee too and dare heavens surprising Hear O JOVE hear their blasphemies How all their wickednesse on thee they father Cheating the world with pious lies Saying their rules from thy instinct they gather Dost thou not hear it boldly said JOVE bids us break all antient laws a sunder At the dire speech ASTRAE fled Or hearing it why sleeps so long thy Thunder Was it not worth one bolt to save Him who the world thy truest copy deem'd Whom all good men in reverence have Who thy laws highly as we his esteem'd Whom wilt not tempt when these they see The great prosperitie of evill secures Away from down-trod right to flee When wrong with the fair bait successe allures So would it be but that there are A wiser few that know on high there fitteth O' th world an upright Governour And every thing is best that he permitteth We know a punishment it be To evill to prosper nor shall long endure The wicked's false prosperitie Though justice slowly moves she striketh sure Act IIII. ABBAS BELTAZAR COme BELTAZAR how have you us'd your power Bel. May 't please your Majestie a mutuall league Offensive and defensive we could not Obtain but upon tearmes too low for us The â—urk is yet too high and stands upon Rendition of those Townes you hold of his Which would disfurnish you of many men Fit for your other wars so'a Truce is all We 've made but so long 't may be call'd a peace 'T is for three years Abb. ' These truces yet in war Are only like the well daies in an Ague Short intervalls of health that flatter us Into debauch and make the next fit worse Nor should we suffer a disorder follow To save a war because that war 's not sav'd But only put off to our disadvantage But how took our stout Captains their casheering Bel. full heavily and mutter'd mutiny EMANGOLY here at the Town was met With your arrest and seisure of his places Which he seem'd to put off with no more trouble Then he would do his Armes after a march Or a hard charge to take a nap of sleep Abb. Cunning dissembler How took ELCHEE His banishment from Court Bel. As a school-boy That has plaid treuant and hears his Master's angry Abb. There 's hopes of him but th' other is quite lost ABBAS FATYMA BELTAZAR WHat 's that my FATYMA Fat 'T is a petition From a poor subject wrong'd by a great Lord. Too strong for him to struggle with at Law Nor has he wherewithall to pay for justice Bel. The case holds in himselfe and his aside brave Son Abb. Our justice FATYMA shall be given not sold. T was wisely done who ere he be to send it â—y thy hand sweet of all the deerest to me T is granted Fat Heaven will pay the early mercy Abb. Take you the scrowle BELTAZAR and see right done ABBAS FATYMA BUt child thou shew'st thy selfe as unconcern'd At all the pleasures of the Court and seemst A discontent Fat Alas Sir how can I Relish these toyes when my poor Father pines And raves mewd up in Prison Is the daughter Fit for a Court and
Father Mother brother But for a dungeon She weeps Abb. Come these thoughts will over As time and more discretion wins upon thee â—ts fit thou be as free from the reward Of his foul treasons as thou wert from them He may be yet restor'd how ere his Name Though stain'd with this one blot shall ever stand Full and Majestick in great Historie For noble acts yet shall those Histories And after times boast thee his chiefest Act That fame him most But which of all the pleasures That court thee here dost thou most favour child Fat Musick it feeds my melancholy and Brings Paradise into my thoughts OLYMPA Tells me the soul is only harmony And Musick built the world Abb. Come child within Thou shalt have some shall please thee Fat 'T must be sad then MAHOMET-ALLYBEG ELCHEE HE was indeed the very soul of war The thunderbolt had TYPAEUS fought like him Great JOVE had been his Prisoner Elc. Heavens whose ears Have not his Trumpets tingled in what fears In Persia's foes have his brac'd Drums awak'd What enemies face has not his hand besmear'd With blood and glorious dust what land what fields Has not his sword manur'd with hostile blood Whose triumphs have not his deafned his heard To and beyond 1 Byzantiums walls of fire Mah. But now O lost lost is our hope our glory And fortune of our name except Elc. Except My Lord and can yet all the Gods if they Should sit in counsell form a remedie Mah. Yes yes dear ELCHEE there 's a way yet open To rescue Persia's glory and our comfort Elc. O speak it and be our good Genius Mah. And 't is my Lord a way wherein the Love I bear to you would have you high and eminent Nature and vertue have done their parts in you And Art and education better'd both The dignities and honours that you hold Are no more then your birth assign'd you to Were your parts lesse I 'd have those scores of merit You 've put upon the age paid double to you But how the course the King now takes will do it Your new disgrace at Court assures you So that if justice honour or endearments Were silent all the many disobligements The King has given you call you loud enough To th'Princes Party Elc. I my Lord have studied Not to divide my soveraigne from himselfe His interest and the Princes I count one How ere his anger has now sever'd them And were I once assured in my reason That his dis-favour of the Prince were just I 'd onely mourn his fall as much from Vertue As from his honours Mah. 'T is but the jealousie Of 's guilty mind perswades this cruelty To th' Prince and to himselfe he being his hope Good JOVE what fears what doubtful apprehensions Do wicked Actions leave in cruell minds His Fathers Ghost and Brothers haunt him daily And MIRZA he thinks must needs requite the blows He gave to them Nor will this humour cease But grow upon him still with its fond Nurse Old testy age that 's subject in its self To fears and doubts and sees all dangers double Elc. That 's his disease my Lord but now the cure Mah. What but a hard and seeming violent one Why may'nt you martiall men rally your powers Free the brave Prince secure his hopefull Son And then maintain 't and force his frenzy from him Elc. That looks too like Rebellion Mah. O successe Is a rare paint that which succeeds is good When the same Action if it failes is naught Elc. Indeed would the young SOFFIE were safe Mah. To wish it onely is but womanish Attempt it and he is Think but my Lord The innocent Babe calls from his prison to us And are these hands that never could deserve them So soon for fetters Believe it DAMOCLES sword Hung not by a less threed then the Kings doth Ore that sweet hope of Persia one mad fit Destroyes the race and glory of the Empire He grows apace and the old Tyrant knows The children whose Parents have been wrong'd Inherit all their hatred and are dangerous What factions then what numbers of Pretenders Will not with force assert their fancied Titles And shalt thou fairest Mother Persia be Torn by the factious hands of thine own Children Forbid it Heaven Elc. MIRZA'S deserts plead too Mah. Yes and that loud shall I that spar'd no blood No toyl dear quondam Souldiers to adorne Your heads with Palm your memories with fame Now pine and find no courteous hand will knock My unworthy shackles off Is Honour Love And Gratitude all blinded with me too Elc. Who should begin Mah. It works it works why you Or Lor any body well begun The work 's more then halfe ended A small force And handsome Declaration will find none Such Enemies to themselves as to oppose Nor do the Princes high deserts his Sons Apparant danger or our Honours call Louder then our own safeties they are too At stake He whose wild rage could reach a Father Brother Son and I may say a Grand-child Will not spare us but you or I or any May daily feed the monster of his fury Elc. 'T is but too probable like a mad man he 'l Hurl stones at all alike Mah. And like a mad man His present state appears with sorrow I See him like one distracted about to murder His best friends and himselfe and doth not this Condition call for helpe O let us pitty The Father of our Country and interpose Betweene his fury and his violence 'T is Duty not Rebellion We 'l restore him To 's wits againe and then he 'l thank us all For hindring's making of himselfe away How would the young mad Greek have hugg'd that servant Had hindr'd him in 's drunken frolick from Murdering his friend Elc. Our ABBAS jealousie Is no lesse wild then ALEXANDER'S wine Both perfect madnesse and the fit once over He 'l see his error and be sorry too Mah. Then how shall they appeare lovely in story Firm in the Kings the Princes Peoples loves That like good Angels sav'd all that was deare Mong us to Gods to Honour and the Empire An Action no lesse glorious then is ATLAS His bearing up the sinking Globe from ruine Elc. My Lord EMANGOLY is well belov'd And now enough incens'd to make the head Of the design 't will work his reconcilement With the King too Mah. No no my Lord why should you Thrust from your selfe so fair a fortune do 't And let me serve you in 't your hand my head Our Purses and our friends together do it Besides EMANGOLY is too much disgrac'd And men will say his hatred to the King And not his love or to the Prince or Empire Put him in Armes Elc. They 'l say the same of me Bear you the name head both the act and Plot. Mah. I ne'r meant other 2 good aside Gelden but to ride you Elc. I shall have honour enough in serving you Mah. Well Sir I le be no courtier with