ELEGIE sung to the Harp GRief and Horror seize on all From the Suns rise to his fall But in in sighs no breath be spent No voice heard but to lament In each face the cause is read FATYMA and Beauty's dead SOL disturb not sorrows night She gone none deserves thy light And ther 's none now whose eye may Bright as hers did gild thy Ray. Birds that did your songs forbear Hers with more delight to hear And did still expecting stand Notes from her voice meat her hand You again may sing alone You 'l be heard now she is gone To her name your voices set And ne'r sing a note but that Flowerâ— droop your leaves and wither You no more her hand shall gather Wither wither for there 's none Worth a Garland she being gone Water Nymphs that in a maze Oft have stopt your sports to gaze At her sitting on your banks Or else tripping ore their cranks In a Dance with odorous feet And a grace as VENUS sweet Weep her losse weep more you 'l ne'r See your selves out-done by her Weep till you thaw melting mourn Till into your streams you turn Winds let sighs henceforth consume yee Her breath shall no more perfume yee Be astonish'd thou O Earth Thou hast lost thy fairest birth See! see all the charm obey Into night is shrunk the day The Sun mourns or to judge right He wants her to give him light Birds have learnt her name and now Hark! they sing 't on every bough Of the flowers some decay Others wither quite away Or if any beauty have Still they keep it for her grave Grief has turn'd the Primrose pale Lillies droop and all bewail Down the Violet hangs her head All the Roses tears have shed Cups full have each Daffadil Down along the cheeks they trill Of the rest and trembling there Hang true Pearles for sorrows wear Fountains weep winds sigh her fall Earth is stupified withall Onely Gods from grief refrain Since earths losse is Heavens gain For since she arriv'd at Heaven Now the Graces number 's even Abb. No more let bold Philosophers denie That Vertues are from Nature since here â—ies An heap of Beauties with more graces born Then Education or Art ere gave The longest liver Once a divine soul â—nform'd that curious Body and so acted â—t to all good that Heaven envied Earth Th' enjoyment of it therefore took it home As bright as when she lent it the fair modell And now it shines the brightest star she has But why so soon good Heaven hast dispossess'd Earth of her glory Is 't because you mean To call the Chaos back again and she The soul o th' world must first be tane away Day must depart before soul night can come Or fail'd your Power could you not make the summer And Autumn of her Age as glorious As her sweet Spring and so destroy'd it quite Or doubted you she would engrosse all hearts All loves and make us think there was no Heaven No Paradise but her and her sweet favour So jealous of your Honour took her hence No but now that her viper Father had Given up his name to mischief and Rebellion That all that 's good of him might fall she must And fall his crime but O that crime alone Had he no more should sink his monstrous head Below the deepest Hell I punish him Not now for crimes committed against me But 'gainst himself these I could have forgiven And Nature almost now had won me to it But this dire murder of my joy and comfort Has chas't away all pitty from my thoughts And arm'd my heart and hand with torments for him Who will not crush the worme that eats his Rose Goe FARRABAN lade the inhumane Monster With pondrouâ— chains as heavy as his guilt Remove all comforts from him pine his carkasse Till his own flesh be his abhorred food He may as well devour that as this Tell him we 'l study Torments for him Torments Witty and requisite as he wishes us Deliver th' message to him in words fit For a just anger great as ours is 'T will be some comfort to this innocents soul To see her murderers blood poured upon Her divine ashes Pardon glorious Ghost For now devotion 's due to thy bright lustre That we mix with thy sacred dust a blood So tainted yet 't is but thy sacrifice You FARRABAN see SOFFIE be regain'd Again you 'd best I wonder at your neglect Of care to guard so great Prisoner Far. My Liege I' th aproar when the guards were all Employ'd to stop the Princes frantick rage He made escape Abb. Well see he be sought out Lead on and enrich Earth with Heavens envy MIRZA PAGE GReat NEMESIS now have I sacrific'd To thee the best of Creatures Persia had If the old Tyrant feeleth but the wound I have mine ends and thou a feast of blood Pag. But sir I fear the blow you gave through her Will fall most heavy on your self and make Him more incens'd Mir So he but feels a grief I 'l triumph in my pains and scorn his worst MIRZA PAGE FARRABAN WHo 's that Pag. 'T is FARRABAN in his looks I see Revenge and Torments threatned Mir. Tut Far. Sir the King Mir. Peacâ— thou most impudent tongue Call him not King but dotard Tyrant Serpent Go on Far. Commands me to deliver's wrath To you in thunder Pardon the messenger He threats you with Strapadoes Famine Tortures Cunning and cruell for your dire deed Mâ—r. I thank his Tyrantship return thou him From me many curses but how took he His minions death Far. As he would do the sight Of his own Executioner heavily His life-blood seem'd to stream from 's aged eyes Horror to seize his Limbs and grief his soul. He tore his silver hair beat 's reverend breast Threw himself prostrate on the loved body And curs'd his starrs the killing newes is like To do as much for him as for the old PANDION the like act of PROGNE's did He slights his meat seems wholly given over To sorrow and revenge Mir. Io Io PAEAN Sing victory sing victory my soul I 'm Conquerour I 've vanquish't the stern Tyrant In a great deed 'bove th' horror of his own Now I can make him grieve I 'l make him bleed Bleed next dog Goaler bleed his damned soul To air which will turn to Pestilence And poyson and infect the cursed world He has but yet a tast of what I 'l do Far. Sir sir we 'l keep you from all further outrage Pag. Be civill villain to your Royal Master Far. He must excuse me I 'm but an Officer Mâ—r. O' th Devills Traytor do thy drudgery Far. He has commanded me to load your limbs With weighty gyves and famish your stout stomach Pag. The Devill has Mir. His gyves are ornaments To me and Famine that I fear not slave I 'l feed on my revenge Come bring thy fetters I will adore them as a lover does His Ladies favours Pag.
the face you know the man so by these as by Titles you know the contents of that division It was composed by Mahomet their Prophet with the help of Abdalla a Jew Sergius a Nestorian Monk who for embracing the Heresies of Arrius Cedron Sabellinâ—s and others was banished from Constantinople and comming into Arabia fell acquainted with Mahomet whom though formerly circumcised he baptized and taught to misinterpret many places of the Scriptures out of which false glosses of theirs they coined a new Religion neither wholly Jewish or wholly Christian but rejecting in both what they disliked and this newest Religion from him was called Mahumetisme So Pomponius Laetus Joan. Baptista Egnatius c. But the Glossers of the Alcoran and their Book Azar which is a History of Mahomet authentique among the Moores as the Gospel among us Christians say that those that helped Mahomet in compiling his Alcoran were two Sword-Cutlers Christian slaves unto one of Mecca who knew much confusedly of the new Testament and out of their imperfect informations he gleaned what served his turn not looking for antecedents subsequents or coherence any where So observes Joannes Andreas Maurus who was once an Alfaqui or Bishop among the Moores of the City of Sciatinia in the Kingdom of Valentia and afterwards Circ An. 1487. a Christian Priest and probable it is that the composers of that rapsody of errours were illiterate persons because they contradict all philosophy sciences History and Reason the Alcoran being a Fardel of Blasphemies Rabinical Fables Ridiculous Discourses Impostures Bestialities Inconveniences Impossibilities and Contradictions To speak a word of the chief Author Mahomet his peâ—son he was born about the year 600 not to mention any paâ—ticular yeare I find Authors so differ about it and I want room heâ—e to reconcile them or shew reason for adâ—ering to any one some say in Itrarip a Village of Arabia others in the City of Mecca others in Medina Alnabi of obscure parentage some that name his Father call him Abdalla a Pagan pâ—rhaps mistaken him for one of his Tutors such make his Mother a Jewess and of ill repute whom they call Emina So uncertain was the beginning of this Impostor Baudier saith that his Father dying and his Mother being left very poor she not able to keep him committed him to an Uncle but he casting him off young Mahomet was a prey to Theeves who put him in chaines among other slaves and in that quality being set to sale a rich Merchant named Abdemonople bought him he dying Mahomet by marriage of his mistresse the Merchants wife not effected as was thought without Witch-craft attained to much riches whereupon leaving the exercise of Merchandize he became a Captain of certain voluntary Arabians that followed the Emperour Heraclius in his Persian Wars who falling into a mutiny for that they were denyed the military Garment and incensing the rest of their Nation with the reproachful answer given them by the Treasurer which was that they ought not to give that to Dogs which was ordained for the Roman Souldiers a paâ—t of them chose Mahomet for their Ring-leader but being disdained by the better sort for the basenesse of his birth to avoid ensuing contempt he gave it out that he attained not to that honour by military favour but by divine appointment That he was sent by God to give a new Law unto man and by force of armes to reduce the world to his obedience then wrested he every thing to a divine honour even his naturall defects calling those fits of the falling sicknesse wherewith he was troubled holy trances and that Pigeon which he had taught to feed out of his Ear on pease the holy Ghost So went he on to feign his messages from heaven by the Angel Gabriel and to composse his Alcoran A man of a most infamous life he was Bonsinus writes that he permitted adultery and Sodomy and lay himselfe with beasts and Mr. Smith in his Confutation of Mahumetism arraigns him of Blasphemy Pridâ— lyes Sodomy Blood Fraud Robbery for he was a common Thief usually robbing the Caravans of Merchants as they travelled as entitles him Heir apparent unto Lucifer no lesse then 12000. falshoods being contained in his fabulous Alcoran To particularize a little what higher blasphemy could he be guilty of then to prefer himselfe as far before Christ as he was above Moses He also denyes the divinity of our Saviour and affirms that the Holy Ghost is not distinct in peâ—son but onely an operative virtue of the God-head that inspires good motions Many other absurdities he is guilty of concerning the Trinity as not comprehending that glorious mysterie The Alcoran impugnes both the divine Law and naturall Reason at once in that assertion lib. 4. Cap. 2. viz. That at the end of the world a Trumpet shall blow and the Angels in Heaven and men on Earth shall fall downe dead and at the second sounding rise again So it makes the Angels mortal when who knows not that the Angels are Spirâ—ts having no bodies so cannot die for death is nothing but the separation of the soul from the body Adams sinne was the cause of his death and his posterity whence it followes had he not sinn'd neither he nor we had dyed And surely the good Angels being not guilty of the cause of death sin must be exempt from the effect Lucifer and the evill Angels that sinn'd with him by their Pride were deprived of the glory of heaven and cast into the bottomlesse pit for ever but not condemned to die because they were spirits And if the Devils that sinned dyed not how is it that the Alcoran saith that the Angels that sinned not shall die Another fable concerning Angels is in the first Chaper lib. 1. Sc. That God sent two Angels called Harod and Marod as Judges to do justice in the City of Babylon where in a Cave for soliciting a Ladies chastity they hang by the eye-lids and must so hang till the day of judgement and the woman was transformed into the morning star O divine Metamorphosis It 's like Mahomet might have heard somewhat of the story of Susanna and the Elders and so ignorantly shuffled it into this But to follow his Text I would ask a Moorish Astrologer whether the morning star be not more ancient then the City of Babylon how then could an inhabitant of that City be turned into that star And I would know of their Divines why if the Angels have bodies the Alcoran in many places contradicting it selfe calls them Roch Spirits if they be spirits and uncorporeal how were they capable of knowing women or hanging by the eye-lids If they be Corporeal where abouts in Babylon may one see them hanging and why doth the Alcoran confesse them to be Spirits Another ridiculous assertion of the Alcoran concerning Angels is s. 1. cap. 1. and l. 2. c. 1. c. viz. That God made man of all sorts and colours of earth and being formed for some
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
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
it but to make him the better foyle to Bacon who shews there was no need of Italian help to the Brittish History One great Art of the Magi was the Exposition of Dreams amongst them believed of granâ— importance holding that though sleep be the Image of death Dreams are the portraiture of â—ife though Cassius reasoning with Brutus about the apparition to him in Sardis laboured according to his Epicurian sect to Father all upon deception and the strength of imagination Plut. in vit Brut. And though Dreams are more often Histories then presages grounded upon things that are in being and which we have seen for the imagâ—nation which is the Couch and Nursery of Dreams repâ—esenteth commonly what she hath received yet Dreams are not alwayes of nature but also of the inspiration of God as Jacob's Ladder Joseph's Sun and Moon and 11 Stars Pharoahs fat and leane â—ine c. So Richâ—ome Pilg. Loret and as D' Brown observes Rel. Med. There is surely a neerer apprehension of any thing that delights each of us in our Dreames then in our waked senses Paulò post The slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of our soules It is the ligation of our sense but the liberty of Reason With him seem to agree Galen and Aristotle in their singular Tracts of Sleep And M. Sandys in his Commentary upon Ovids Met. l. 11. Defines Dreams those Images which are formed in our sleeps by the various discursion of the spirits in the brain the spirits being the Chariot of the soul which follow concoction when the blood is least troubled and the phantasie uninteâ—rupted â—y ascending vapours These the Poet divides into three kinds the one imâ—tating the Rational the other the Animal and the third the Inanimate the first called Morpheus which signifies Form the second Icelos by the Gods which is similitude but Phobetor or fear by Mortals in regard of the terrors apprehended by beasts and Monsters and the last Phantasius of the Imagination And as the Cogitations of Princes far differ from those of the vuigar so their Dreams are unvulgar and different to this purpose M. Howel in his vocal Forrest Oftentimes the conceptions of Kings are as farre above the Vulgar as their condition is for being higher elevated and walking upon the battlements of soveraignty they sooner receive the inspirations of heaven As sleep was created to recreate the body and free the mind from care for a season so Dreams are sometimes sent to terrifie the guilty as those that the Usuâ—per Richard the third is reported to have had the night before the great deciding battel at Bosworth field Sometimes they are to confirm the good as those that the Earl of Richmond afterwards King Henry the seventh had on the aforesaid night and they are not seldom prophetical as they proved to those two Princes So Ovid it being the businesse of Poets in the contemplation of Nature to represent things that are not as if they were makes Morpheus present her dâ—owned Husband Ceyx to Alcyone in a Dream and â—aesars wife Calphurnia foresaw her Husbands Tragedy in heâ— sleep but examples are innumerable yet such divine Revelations wâ—re often imitated by Spirits of darknesse to beget a superstition which in the end so increased that Aristides compiled an Ephemerides of his own Dreams and Mithridates of those of his Concubines But the Romans finding the inconveniences thereof because all Dreames without distinction of Causes were drawn to Divination forbad the same by a publique decree though they more politiquely then wisely made their Religion and Auguries ever serve their occasions as Machiavel observes at large in his discourses upon Livie Much ado I have to take off my hand from describing their method in expounding of Dreams as to dream of the dead signified receiving of Money to dream of waters and green fields the dâ—ath of friends c. As also their manner in procuring of Dreams as wrapping themselves up in beasts skins and lying on their backs before the Tâ—mples with a branch of Misletoe in their hands or laying of an odd number of â—ay-leaves under their pillows which they held efficacious to produce tâ—ue Dâ—eams c. But such superstitions I had â—ather â—mit sâ—eing I need not tell them to the leaâ—ned nor am I willing to teach them to the ignorant whom I refer to the Text where they shall see borrowed of the incâ—mparable Sir Philip Sidney that Wisdom and virtue be The only Destinies set for man to follow c. 23 Larr Larr is a sandy Kingdom adjoyning upon Susiana almost wholly a Deseâ—t being for 400. miles together sterile full of loose sand and danger having high hills on each side without Grasse River or Herbage It hath for the seat of justice a City of the same name seated under the Latitude of 27 degrees and forty minutes North fourteen dayes jouâ—ney distant from Shiras This City is ancient and had about fifty years since 5000 houses in her of which 3000 were overturned by an Earth quake 'T is now famous onely for a strong Castle and handsome Buzzar the Castle is built at the Noâ—th end upon an high aspiring Mountaine well stored with Ordnance brought fâ—om Ormus the order and Scituation of this Fort and Fabrick equalizing if not preceding any other in Persia. Here is a Mosque or Temple framed in some part with Mosaique work and round in figure at the entrance hangs a Mirror or Looking glasse wherein Mahometans behold their defoâ—mities This Church lodges the gâ—eat long named long buried Pâ—ophet Emyr-ally-saddey-ameer whose sleep they say has been 1500 years long in that Sepulcher they expect his Resurrection shortly to wait upon Mahomet of whom he prophesied 500 years before his birth This Town affords Dates Orenges Aqua-vitae or Arack c but is very ill watered some Maps place it by a great River wherein they mistake so exceedingly that theâ—e is not any River within 100 miles of it Rain is also a great stranger here not a shower somtimes in five years when it falls it brings incredible joy and profit to the people and sun-burnt Country though sometimetimes no lesse detriment for not long since such a violent storm of Rain unburthened it self near to Techoa that caused such a suddain deluge and Cataract as a Caravan of 2000 Camels perished by it The people are black and needy amongst whom many miserable Jewes inhabit and have their Synagogues This City and Province were under the great Duke of Shiras of whose reducing of it to the Persian Crown see the 19th Note upon the Fourth Act. Herbert c. 24 BAIAZETS Cage see the 10th Note upon the Fourth Act. ANNOTATIONS UPON THE FOURTH ACT. 1 BIzantiums walls of fire The ancient walls of Bizantium or Constantinople were said to be of a just even height every stone so cemented together with brass Couplets that the whole wall seemed to be but one entire stone Some affirm the same of the outmost wall of