shall be torne in peeces with diuels and goblins Corcut. By all the ioyes thou hop'st to haue in heauen Giue some meate to poore hunger-starued men Bulli. Oh these are as a man should say beggars Now will I be as stately to them as if I were maister Pigwiggen our constable well sirs come before me tell me if I should entertain you would you not steale Page If we did meane so sir we would not make your worship acquainted with it Bulli. A good well nutrimented lad well if you will keepe my sheepe truly and honestly keeping your hands from lying and slandering and your tongues from picking and stealing you shall be maister Bullithrumbles seruitures Corcut. With all our hearts Bulli. Then come on and follow me we will haue a hogges cheek and a dish of tripes and a societie of puddings to field a societie of puddings did you marke that well vsed metaphor Another would haue said a company of puddings if you dwel with me long sirs I shall make you as eloquent as our parson himselfe Exeunt Corcut and Bullithrumble Page Now is the time when I may be enrich'd The brethren that were sent by Selimus To take my Lord Prince Corcut prisoner Finding him fled proposed large rewards To them that could declare where he remaines Faith I le to them and get the portagues Though by the bargain Corcut loose his head Exit Page Enter Selimus Sinam-bassa the courses of Mustaffa and Aga with funerall pompe Mustaffa and the Ianizaries Seli. Why thus must Selim blind his subiect eies And straine his owne to weep for Baiazet They will not dreame I made him away When thus they see me with religious pompe To celebrate his tomb-blacke mortarie To himselfe And though my heart cast in an iron mould Cannot admit the smallest dramme of griefe Yet that I may be thought to loue him well I le mourne in shew though I reioyce indeed To the courses Thus after he hath fiue long ages liu'd The sacred Phoenix of Arabia Loadeth his wings with pretious perfumes And on the altar of the golden sunne Offers himselfe a gratefull sacrifice Long didst thou liue triumphant Baiazet A feare vnto thy greatest enemies And now that death the conquerour of Kings Dislodged hath thy neuer dying soule To flee vnto the heauens from whence she came And leaue her fraile earth pauilion Thy bodie in this auntient monument Where our great predecessours sleep in rest Suppose the Temple of Mahomet Thy wofull sonne Selimus thus doth place Thou wert the Phoenix of this age of ours And diedst wrapped in the sweete perfumes Of thy magnifick deeds whose lasting praise Mounteth to highest heauen with golden wings Princes come beare your Emperour companie In till the dayes of mourning be ore past And then we meane to rouze false Acomat And cast him foorth of Macedonia Exeunt All Enter Hali Cali Corcuts Page and one or two souldiers Page My Lords if I bring you not where Corcut is then let me be hanged but if I deliuer him vp into your hands then let me haue the reward due to so good a deed Hali. Page if thou shew vs where thy maister is Be sure thou shalt be honoured for the deed And high exalted aboue other men Enter Corcut and Bullithrumble Page That same is he that in disguised robes Accompanies yon shepheard to the fields Cor. The sweet content that country life affoords Passeth the royall pleasures of a King For there our ioyes are interlaced with feares But here no feare nor care is harboured But a sweete calme of a most quiet state Ah Corcut would thy brother Selimus But let thee liue here should'st thou spend thy life Feeding thy sheep among these grassie lands But sure I wonder where my Page is gone Hali Corcut Corcut. A y-me who nameth me Halâ— Hali the gouernour of Magnesia Poore prince thou thoughtst in these disguised weeds To maske vnseene and happily thou might'st But that thy Page betraied thee to vs And be not wrath with vs vnhappie prince If we do what our soueraigne commands T is for thy death that Selim sends for thee Cor. Thus I like poore Ampharaus sought By hiding my estate in shepheards coate T escape the angry wrath of Selimus But as his wife false Eriphyle did Betray his safetie for a chaine of gold So my false Page hath vilely dealt with me Pray God that thou maist prosper so as she Hali I know thou sorrowest for my case But it is bootlesse come and let vs go Corcut is readie since it is must be so Cali. Shepheard Bulli. That 's my profession sir Cali. Come you must go with vs Bulli. Who I Alasse sir I haue a wife and seuenteene cradles rocking two ploughs going two barnes filling and a great heard of beasts feeding and you should vtterly vndo me to take me to such a great charge Cali. Well there is no remedie Exeunt all but Bullithrumble stealing from them closely away Bulli. The more 's the pitie Go with you quoth he marrie that had bene the way to preferment downe Holburne vp Tiburne well I le keepe my best ioynt from the strappado as well as I can hereafter I le haue no more seruants Exit running away Enter Selimus Sinam-Bassa Mustaffa and the Ianizaries Seli. Sinam we heare our brother Acomat Is fled away from Macedonia To aske for aide of Persian Ismael And the Aegyptian Soldane our chiefe foes Sinam Herein my Lord I like his enterprise For if they giue him aide as sure they will Being your highnesse vowed enemies You shall haue iust cause for to warre on them For giuing succour gainst you to your foe You know they are two mightie Potentates And may be hurtfull neighbours to your grace And to enrich the Turkish Diademe With two so worthie kingdomes as they are Would be eternall glorie to your name Seli. By heauens Sinam th' art a warriour And worthie counceller vnto a King Sound within Enter CaliHali and Hali with Corcut and his Page How now what newes Calâ—. My gratious Lord we here present to you Your brother Corcut whom in Smirna coasts Feeding a flocke of sheepe vpon a downe His traitrous Page betraied to our hands Seli. Thanks ye bold brethren but for that false part Let the vile Page be famished to death Corcut. Selim in this I see thou art a Prince To punish treason with condigne reward Seli. O sir I loue the fruite that treason brings But those that are the traitors them I hate But Corcut could not your Philosophie Keepe you safe from my Ianizaries hands We thought you had old Gyges wondrous ring That so you were inuisible to vs Cor. Selim thou dealst vnkindly with thy brother To seeke my death and make a iest of me vpbraid'st thou me with my philosophie Why this I learn'd by studying learned arts That I can beare my fortune as it falles And that I feare no whit thy crueltie Since thou wilt deale no otherwise with me Then thou hast
I brought my chiualrie in vaine And to no purpose drawne my conquering blade VVhich now vnsheath'd shal not be sheath'd againe Till it a world of bleeding soules hath made Poore Mahomet thou thought'st thy selfe too sure In thy strong citie of Iconium To plant thy Forces in Natolia VVeakned so much before by Selims swoord Summon a parley to the citizens That they may heare the dreadfull words I speak And die in thought before they come to blowes All A parley Mahomet Belierbey and souldiers on the walles Maho. What craues our vncle Acomat of vs Aco. That thou all the citie yeeld themselues Or by the holie rites of Mahomet His wondrous tomb and sacred Alcoran You all shall die and not a common death But euen as monstrous as I can deuise Maho. Vncle if I may call you by that name Which cruelly hunt for your nephewes blood You do vs wrong thus to besiege our towne That nere deseru'd such hatred at your hands Being your friends and kinsmen as we are Aco. In that thou wrongst me that thou art my kinsman Maho. Why for I am thy nephew doest thou frowne Aco. I that thou art so neare vnto the crowne Maho. Why vncle I resigne my right to thee And all my title were it nere so good Aco. Wilt thou then know assuredly from me I le seale the resignation with thy blood Though Alemshae thy father lou'd me well Yet Mahomet thy sonne shall downe to hell Mah. Why vncle doth my life put you in feare Aco. It shall not nephew since I haue you here Maho. VVhen I am dead mote hindrers shalt thou finde Acom. VVhen ones cut off the fewer are behinde Maho. Yet thinke the gods do beare an equall eye Aco. Faith if they all were squint-ey'd what care I Maho. Then Mahomet know we will rather die Then yeeld vs vp into a tyrants hand Aco. Beshrew me but you be the wiser Mahomet For if I do but catch you boy aliue T were better for you runne through Phlegiton Sirs scale the walles and pull the caitiues downe I giue to you the spoyle of all the towne Alarum Scale the walles Enter Acomat Visir and Regan with Mahomet Acom. Now yoongster you that brau'dst vs on the walles And shooke your plumed crest against our shield VVhat wouldst thou giue or what wouldst thou not giue That thou wert far inough from Acomat How like the villaine is to Baiazet VVel nephew for thy father lou'd me well I will not deale extreemly with his sonne Then heare a briefe compendium of thy death Regan go cause a groue of steelehead speares Be pitched thicke vnder the castle wall And on them let this youthfull captaine fall Ma. Thou shalt not fear me Acomat with death Nor will I beg my pardon at thy hands But as thou giu'st me such a monstrous death So do I freely leaue to thee my curse Exit Regan with Mahomet Aco. O that wil serue to fil my fathers purse Alarum Enter a souldier with Zonara sister to Mahomet Zon. Ah pardon me deare vncle pardon me Aco. No minion you are too neare a kin to me Zon. If euer pitie entered thy brest Or euer thou wast touch'd with womans loue Sweete vncle spare wretched Zonaras life Thou once wast noted for a quiet prince Soft-hearted mild and gentle as a lambe Ah do not prooue a lyon vnto me Aco. VVhy would'st thou liue when Mahomet is dead Ron. Ah who slew Mahomet Vncle did you Aco. He that 's prepar'd to do as much for you Zon. Doest thou not pitie Alemshae in me Aco. Yes that he wants so long thy companie Zon. Thou art not false groome son to Baiazet He would relent to heare a woman weepe But thou wast borne in desart Cavcasus And the Hircanian tygres gaue thee sucke Knowing thou wert a monster like themselues Aco. Let you her thus to rate vs Strangle her They strangle her Now scoure the streets and leaue not one aliue To carrie these sad newes to Baiazet That all the citizens may dearly say This day was fatall to Natolia Exeunt All Enter Baiazet Mustaffa and the Ianissaries Ba. Mustaffa if my minde deceiue me not Some strange misfortune is not farre from me I was not wont to tremble in this sort Me thinkes I feele a cold run through my bones As if it hastned to surprize my heart Me thinkes some voice still whispereth in my eares And bids me to take heed of Acomat Must. T is but your highnesse ouercharged mind VVhich feareth most the things it least desires Enter two souldiers with the Belierbey of Natolia in a chaire and the bodie of Mahomet and Zonara in two coffins Ba. Ah sweet Mustaffa thou art much deceiu'd My minde presages me some future harme And loe what dolefull exequie is here Our chiefe commander of Natolia VVhat caitiue hand is it hath wounded thee And who are these couered in tomblack hearse Bel. These are thy nephewes mightie Baiazet The sonne and daughter of good Alemshae VVhom cruell Acomat hath murdred thus These eyes beheld when from an ayrie toure They hurld the bodie of yoong Mahomet VVhereas a band of armed souldiers Receiued him falling on their speares sharp points His sister poore Zonara Entreating life and not obtaining it VVas strangled by his barbarous souldiers Baiazet fals in a sownd and being recouered say Baia. Oh you dispencers of our haplesse breath Why do you glut your eyes and take delight To see sad pageants of mens miseries Wherefore haue you prolong'd my wretched life To see my sonne my dearest Acomat To lift his hands against his fathers life Ah Selimus now do I pardon thee For thou did'st set vpon me manfully And mou'd by an occasion though vniust But Acomat iniurious Acomat Is tentimes more vnnaturall to me Haplesse Zonara haplesse Mahomet The poore remainder of my Alemshae Which of you both shall Baiazet most waile Ah both of you are worthie to be wailde Happily dealt the froward fates with thee Good Alemshae for thou didst die in field And so preuentedst this sad spectacle Pitifull spectacle of sad dreeriment Pitifull spectacle of dismall death But I haue liu'd to see thee Alemshae By Tartar Pirates all in peeces torne To see yoong Selims disobedience To see the death of Alemshaes poore seed And last of all to see my Acomat Prooue a rebellious enemie to me Beli. Ah cease your teares vnhappie Emperour And shead not all for your poore nephews death Six thousand of true-hearted citizens In faire Natolia Acomat hath slaine The channels run like riuerets of blood And I escap'd with this poore compande Bemangled and dismembred as you see To be the messenger of these sad newes And now mine eyes fast swimming in pale death Bids me resigne my breath vnto the heauens Death stands before readie for to strike Farewell deare Emperour and reuenge our losse As euer thou doest hope for happinesse He dies Baia. Auernus iawes and loathsome Taenarus From whence the damned ghoasts do often creep Back to the
world to punish wicked men Black Demogorgon grandfather of night Send out thy furies from thy firie hall The pitilesse Erynnies arm'd with whippes And all the damned monsters of black hell To powre their plagues on cursed Acomat How shall I mourne or which way shall I turne To powre my teares vpon my dearest friends Couldst thou endue false-hearted Acomat To kill thy nephew and thy sister thus And wound to death so valiant a Lord And will you not you al beholding heauens Dart down on him your piercing lightning brand Enrold in sulphur and consuming flames Ah do not Ioue Acomat is my sonne And may perhaps by counsell be reclaim'd And brought to filiall obedience Aga thou art a man of peirsant wit Go thou and talke with my sonne Acomat And see if he will any way relent Speake him faire Aga least he kill thee too And we my Lords will in and mourne a while Ouer these princes lamentable tombs Exeunt all Enter Acomat Visir Regan and their souldiers Aco. As Tityus in the countrie of the dead With restlesse cries doth call vpon high Iove The while the vulture tireth on his heart So Acomat revenge still gnawes thy soule In sheading blood and murthring innocents I thinke my wrath hath bene too patient Since ciuill blood quencheth not out the flames Which Baiazet hath kindled in my heart Visir. My gratious Lord here is a messenger Sent from your father the Emperour Enter Aga and one with him Aco. Let him come in Aga what newes with you Aga. Great Prince thy father mightie Baiazet Wonders your grace whom he did loue so much And thought to leaue possessour of the crowne Would thus requite his loue with mortall hate To kill thy nephewes with reuenging sword And massacre his subiects in such sort Aco. Aga my father traitrous Baiazet Detaines the crowne iniuriously from me Which I will haue if all the world say nay I am not like the vnmanured land Which answeres not his honours greedie mind I sow not seeds vpon the barren sand A thousand wayes can Acomat soone finde To gaine my will which if I cannot gaine Then purple blood my angry hands shall staine Aga. Acomat yet learne by Selimus That hastie purposes haue hated endes Aco. Tush Aga Selim was not wise inough To set vpon the head at the first brunt He should haue done as I do meane to do Fill all the confines with fire sword and blood Burne vp the fields and ouerthrow whole townes And when he had endammaged that way Thē teare the old man peecemeale with my teeth And colour my strong hands with his gore-blood Aga. O see my Lord how fell ambition Deceiues your sences and bewitches you Could you vnkind performe so foule a deed As kill the man that first gaue life to you Do you not feare the peoples aduerse fame Aco. It is the greatest glorie of a king When though his subiects hate his wicked deeds Yet are they forst to beare them all with praise Aga. Whom feare constraines to praise their princes deeds That feare eternall hatred in them feeds Aco. He knowes not how to sway the kingly mace That loues to be great in his peoples grace The surest ground for kings to build vpon Is to be fear'd and curst of euery one What though the world of nations me hate Hate is peculiar to a princes state Aga. Where ther 's no shame no care of holy law No faith no iustice no integritie That state is full of mutabilitie Aco. Bare faith pure vertue poore integritie Are ornaments fit for a priuate man Beseemes a prince for to do all he can Aga. Yet know it is a sacrilegious will To slaie thy father were he nere so ill Aco. T is lawfull gray-beard for to do to him What ought not to be done vnto a father Hath he not wip't me from the Turkish crowne Preferr'd he not the stubborne Ianizaries And heard the Bassaes stout petitions Before he would giue eare to my request As sure as day mine eyes shall nere tast sleepe Before my sword haue riuen his periur'd brest Aga. Ah let me neuer liue to see that day Aco. Yes thou shalt liue but neuer see that day Wanting the tapers that should giue thee light Puls out his eyes Thou shalt not see so great felicitie When I shall rend out Baiazets dimme eyes And by his death install my selfe a king Aga. Ah cruell tyrant and vnmercifull More bloodie then the Anthropomphagi That fill their hungry stomachs with mans flesh Thou shouldst haue slaine me barbarous Acomat Not leaue me in so comfortlesse a life To liue on earth and neuer see the sunne Aco. Nay let him die that liueth at his ease Death would a wretched caitiue greatly please Aga. And thinkst thou then to scape vnpunished No Acomat though both mine eyes be gone Yet are my hands left on to murther thee Aco. T' was wel remembred Regan cut them off They cur of his hands and giue them Acomat Now in that sort go tell thy Emperour That if himselfe had but bene in thy place I would haue vs'd him crueller then thee Here take thy hands I know thou lou'st them wel Opens his bosome and puts them in Which hand is this right or left canst thou tell Aga. I know not which it is but t is my hand But oh thou supreme architect of all First mouer of those tenfold christall orbes Where all those mouing and vnmouing eyes Behold thy goodnesse euerlastingly See vnto thee I lift these bloudie armes For hands I haue not for to lift to thee And in thy iustice dart thy smouldring flame Vpon the head of cursed Acomat Oh cruell heauens and iniurious fates Euen the last refuge of a wretched man Is tooke from me for how can Aga weepe Or ruine a brinish shew'r of pearled teares Wanting the watry cesternes of his eyes Come lead me backe againe to Baiazet The wofullest and sadd'st Embassadour That euer was dispatch'd to any King Aco. Why so this musicke pleases Acomat And would I had my doating father here I would rip vp his breast and rend his heart Into his bowels thrust my angry hands As willingly and with as good a mind As I could be the Turkish Emperour And by the cleare declining vault of heauen Whither the soules of dying men do flee Either I meane to dye the death my selfe Or make that old false faitour bleed his last For death no sorrow could vnto me bring So Acomat might die the Turkish king Exeunt All Enter Baiazet Mustaffa Cali Hali and Aga led by a souldier who keeling before Baiazet and holding his legs shall say Aga. Is this the bodie of my soueraigne Are these the sacred pillars that support The image of true magnanimitie Ah Baiazet thy sonne false Acomat Is full resolued to take thy life from thee T is true t is true witnesse these handlesse armes VVitnesse these emptie lodges of mine eyes VVitnesse the gods that from the highest heauen Beheld the tyrant