death I could afford to make thee feel I sleep not But ancient Love pleads some respect Therefore I 'le favour thee with Banishment From henceforth see my face no more Go instantly Depart the Limits of my Power For if thou do'st but stay to bid farewel unto thy friends For this neglects of my command thou dyest Nat. Great Sir Let me but stay a day To pack some things for my relief abroad Mah. No they may come after you Nat. Then gracious Prince farewel I still will wish your Reformation Enter the Janisaries in mut••y •owards the Palace Exit Nato and the Emperour Enter to them two Bashaws All Great Lords we need no longer groan in expectation We see the dire Resolve The froward fancios of a woman must sna•le us By the great Mahomet we will not suffer it He 's give her up a Sacrifice for our Revenge Or we will force her from him 2 Are your Resolves no fouler All By the hairy scalp of our great Fathers We wish his standing And onely hi• to pull this Witching Charm From h•s ren•wned Bosome Enter a Gentleman to them Gent. A very lamentable Surpriz'd my sight as I came here That mighty man of war Natolia Driv'd by the gusts of his own sighs Sail'd in the brackish Sea of 's own Creation from Turky 1. From Turkie• declare the aenigma Gent. Banish't I mean All The great Natolia banish't Go Sir we beg To an Officer And tell the Emperour that we in arms Attend his presence at the Palace Gates And needs must see him Declare the manner Sir Exit a Gent For what Gent. The zeal of Loyal Love Emboldened him to tell the Emperour of his state But the bewitching flames of Lust Bu• n•d all his weighty Reasons into chalk Which with his Self must banisht roam the World All Fie on 't there 's not a head in Turkie Fi•t so sure which reels not with a sigh Of this same idle Whore Come let us antidote this poyson Exeunt omnes to the Palace Enter the Messenger to Mahomet Gent. Great Empero•r The troubled Janisaries all in Arms Attend your presence at the Palace Gates M•h What means the unwarranted Assembly of them Well! I 'le go to them Exit Mahomet with his Guard Enter Souldiers as before the Palace All Well! did he know he kist his last And courted his farewel He 'd 〈◊〉 our expectation But soft he mounts the Battlement Enter Mahomet as on the Wall Mah. How n•w What mean these postures Of Disloyalty and Treason All What mean these curl'd Dangles and Perfumes They speak some od•riserous Sacrifice and must not be in vain Bring forth that Witch-like Saint That with her Charms poysons thy bloud We 'l loose thee from Inchantments By the destroying her Mah. Imperious Villains for the best life that breathes amongst you By your base soultry breath stain her perfection Slaves what hath she done deserves it Must she be murdered 'cause I love her All She hath fetter'd your heroick spirits Impriso•'d your freedome And even reduc't you to a sluggish carelesness Caus'd brave Natolia's banishment Because he sought for to reclaim you Mah. 'T is false She never knew the Conference as yet Much less his Banishment 'T was his unreveren'd impudence that causd it All It was no impudence great Sir 'T was his zeal of love Ingratefully rewarded Caus'd through respect of her This day shall see the dissolution of her and her Inchantments We know we shall be thankt When you become your self Therefore pardon our rudeness Mah. Patience I'•e send for her They offer violence to the Gates Ah! ah pure innocente Why doth not every thing that pleads To a Gent. Go fetch my Love unto her Funeral Non-guilty Appear like Espine Plants Exit a Gent. While their great Queen ascends her direful Scaffold Me-thinks that mighty Rouf an Embleme of her Should crush together With destruction on her Foes But soft she 's yonder Oh how all murderous thoughts Creep back with fear at her approach Enter Irene Irene What will my mighty Lord Mah. The preservation of thy life Irene Do's any covet an improfitable Clod Mah. Oh! oh my Soul Sad Funerals still succeed a Nuptial Dream Thou harm•esly enjoy'd the Wedlock thoughts of pleasure While sullain Brains bring Death to be thy Bridegroom Look o're and see the Dogs of Death That do pursue so sweet a Game She lookes o're All Oh gilt-temptation Irene Oh Fates Is my weak Limbes A subject for your great Revenge Well! well my colour 's past my period draws fast on • And I must down to dust And loathsomness return to a none-being Great Sir Who 's my prepared Butcher Mah. Thy Butcher That word murders my Soul-deep perplexity I 'le speak to them again Inhumane Wretches On your allegeance pass l•t her alone I 'le stop the gap betwixt her and your base Revenge All Mad men must be madly dealt with Mah. Stop your unreverend proceedings They rush open the Gates part enter with swords drawn She 's not for common Butchers This my own hand shall give inlargement to her Soul To tower the Heavens to invoke revenge upon your murd'rous heads Irene Well! I am prepar'd a Sacrifice of Reconciliation Betwixt you and your imperious Camp Oh! oh my dear Paeologus Thou little knowest I lip the grave All aside And have not now a friend in all the World For to receive my dying words Oh my dear love that I might melt into thy bosome Oh now I feel the chilness of cold Death seiz on my y•elding spir•ts I will go slumber •nd not see the fatal blow of my Decease Farewel Paeologus My dearest Lord for ever now adiew Mah. Not once farewel to me my S•ul She swounds Farewel to thee O had thou but look't I never could have struck this fatal blow All To a•mes our Emperor is himself with his Falchion •overs head and body Mah. O damnatio• Villains I am my self indeed For you have rifi'd me of the sweet addi•ion And now in all my self I cannot find one thought of comfort For to please my self Well! Revenge and Fury be my Conducts now I 'le send the Royal Spirits of slaughtered Princes to attend her Bring in that great perfection That such honour may be laid in dust Exit Mah. Then exeunt omnes Then enter with the Corps as to them a Gentleman Gent. Shines not the fair Irene here One She did of late But Death defac't that beauty now Behold her breathless Corps By her pare Spirits forsaken • born there Gent. I beseech you Sir the fatal Story The other The great content the Emperour took in her Made him lay by the great Affairs of State to court her At which the imperious Souldiers high incens't Forc't his unwilling hand to part her head and body Gen. Were they married The oth Oh no! she kept alou•e But should the morrow been a Royal Bride Gent. Oh sad my Errand 's done I an unwelcome messenger must now return Farewel sweet Sir Exit Enter the Lord Paeologus at the appointed place before the Walls Paeo I wonder our dull Post exceeds the lazie time I am wearied with the tosses of this tedious night And fain would see my Sun 1 I do discover one 2 Soft it bears resemblance of our expectation 3 'T is certain none but he Daem Hum Me-thinks his looks speak horrible destruction Paeo Oh! and alass Enter Gent. What mean these News That toss thy tongue from Order And shakes the frame of thy composed Spirits Oh dead I need not bid thee speak I read me sensless in thy look Yet of the manner give me satisfaction Gent. The pure Soul of fair Irene Hath now acquir'd its proper Center Paeo Oh! oh Do's that bald Tyrant In secret Clay reap her sweet Corps Oh! my dear Love whose presence made delight Must thou be rotting in the irksome Grave The food of loath'ome Worms Sith I in the Air enjoy the light of Phaebus Oh no! There was inherent simplicity in us I know her Soul in restless expectation doth remain Therefore I will not now as hereto brook a delay• Demosthenes thank thou these noble Gentlemen For their •rue pains in this lost labour For now the life and soul of all my spirits Press to acquire their Center and rack me fearfully Go thou relentless Steel And spur them forth Come come my Soul He with a Dagger stabs himse'f Although our bodies separate for ever moulder in the dust Our Spirits shall conjoyn Oh! oh my Love I haste Dyes 1 Oh doleful Tragedy• I did not dream this •oint 2 I wonder where unseen He wore the fatal Steel Daem I was inseparable in life And will not be disjoyn'd in death Oh! oh He stretches himself close down by the Corps and with the same Dagger kills himself All Oh! Loyal Servant Dyes This is a Spectacle of like Woe To that of Juliet and her Romeo Exeunt omnes FINIS
THE TRAGEDY OF The unhappy Fair IRENE By Gilbert Swinhoe Esq LONDON Printed by I. Streater for I. Place at Furnifals Inn Gate in Holborn M. DC LVIII To his dear Brother the Author I Gratulate Sir that we see so soon While we but for a Morning look'd your Noon We could not yet believe that right-way And see Thou do'•t awake into full Day Nor have I ought to vouch thy Beams begun But G•ats have leave to play within the Sun And though thy Worth not needs that we stand by We may however with our Votes comply And speak what all must do that thou hast writ Scenes that have in them Spirit Judgment Wit Who from thy Pen shall reade Irene's Fa•e Will think her now not so unfortunate Let others to their merit speak thee high I but a Tribute bring of Piety Ja. Swinhoe To the hopeful Youth of his much honoured Kinsman Gilbert Swinhoe Esq. SIR You are Poesy's so early Son Our Papers are a Genethliacon You else that it may to the World be showne That you were born a Poet write your own Or as in Greece the Infant did divide The Cradle with the Lute couch'd by his side That still he might in his unwitting Play His busie Fingers to the Chords convey Until the happy Artifice thus brings Him to a coy-Repeating of the Strings So you were made familiar as soon With Musick that thus Element in Tune On then auspicious Youth be farther great And verse in all her numbers make compleat Until our Laureats satisfy'd set down The humble Homagers unto thy Crown Eldred Revett To the most ingenious Author his much honoured Countrey-man SO young and yet so good a Tragedy If I 'de not seen'• I 'de sworn ' •ad had been a Lye But since I see 't Sir give me leave to tell Northumberland can boast a Miracle Of Wit and Worth I 'de praise thee if I could But think that I could do it as I should But las my Phancie's checkt with the excess Of thy great merit Yet this I must confess Did but IRENE live she 'd wish to dye Once more If thou would'st write her Tragedy F. S. Prologue T Is she in melting Charms that did intice Revenge and War to calmed Lullabyes By which emboldned unpatron'd doth commit Her Self unto the World's Protectorship And holds experienc't safety since there are So numerous Dangers in particular So bids farewel in a disdainful fear Knowing but cares not for a Censurer Gilb. Swinhoe THE TRAGEDY OF The unhappy fair Irene The Scene HADRIANOPLE Actûs primi Scena prima Enter Souldiers as from the Sacking of Constantinople one with a Bagg of Silver 1. HEre Lads here 's that that subjects Crownes And Ladies to our Lure 2. I wonder that Constantinople Abounding in such Charmes Infatuated not our Turkish pride 3. It was with them as Stomachs clog'd with Food That priz'd not in their Bulcking State 1. I marry Sir Their Stomachs clogd hath sent Repletion to the Brain That to our good hath lul'd them in security 2. Did you not see how all too late they shak't their heads And with their idle fingers From their Eye-lids would have brusht the sleep 3. Shak't it and brush't it quoth By mass but if they use it thus They 'l soon wax thread-bare 1. Come hold you l shake and brush so long That wee 'l be shak'd behinde our lawrel'd-army Exeunt omnes Actûs primi Scena secunda Enter a Souldier with a captive Lady as a part Sold Lady you 'r here my prisoner And if you 'l let me lord it but a while In spoyl of your Virginity You shall for ever be my Conqueror Lad. Oh Friend do you conceive that in this hugie storm of woe When sorrows like the groaning waves Whipt with a spouting Hi••ica•o Ride posting on the neck of other To the deafned shore Rush in this narrow Concave of my Breast That there is room to lodge a thought of pleasure Oh! No no Sold Madam your future state depends not on that is past already Constantinople it self doth yet remain Although your friends that in it liv'd Are by our conquering swords sent to declare our valour to the dead And if you will subscribe to my desires I 'le be a means to invest you in that State That you's acquire greater and nobler Friends Enter a Captain as to them Lad. What hath the slaughtered Ghost of some dear friend Survei'd your noble Actions in the town And in requital sent you here to act a deed of worth And reap the prayers of a perplexed maid Cap. Oh Madam How high will our victorious Prince Judge of his Victory When with the great Imperial of the East He hath a Jem that makes a foyl of Nature And what art thou that with thy misty breath Damps this bright Sun Lad. Oh! noble Sir Did you but knowthe foul contagion he hath breath'd And how his Lungs hath wrought To increase the raging sea of my affliction No woman groan'd at your Nativity If that you be not glad at my deliverance Sold The wages of my toyl the cordial of my Scattered bloud spilt in the Enterprize And would you thus be reave me Then never more shall this my sword In field cut titles for the god of War When as my fainting spirits did require A whiles repose within her quickn•ng breast She did deny and falsly rates me thus Cap. Villain but that my spirits all Are charm'd with noble pity to this maid And passion stifl'd in remorse Lies swounding for a while I 'de hack an Epitaph upon thy flesh That all might shun thee Lad. 'T is strange Revenge is acted upon me That I in courtesie must be constrain'd To love my loathed Enemy Cap. Madam Be pleased to walk and see your self deceiv'd Lad. I would I could Exeunt Actûs 1. Scena tertia Enter Mahomet the Turk with Drum and Colours as into Hadrianople Then enter Citizens as to meet the Emperour 1. Welcome great Prince Me thinks thy restless bloud Like the disheveld burning locks of Phoebus When he careers the circuit of the Heavens Darts forth such Rayes of burning spirit That crackles the world in astonishment Mah. Friends Who 's lost a man in this successful War Amongst these pampered Broods By our command Let him take three for one Let their inslaved lives pay satisfaction for our bloud All All thanks to our deserving Prince Mah. Great is the business that 's in hand Therefore let 's about it All A gracious Prince Exeunt Ma•omet and the Bashaws exeunt omnes Actûs secundi Scena quarta Enter two Gentlemen as at the Gales of Hadrainople 1 Sir Will you venture 2 Is not the pressure of this mighty wo Enough to sink my fainted spirits But by your mocks you 'l add to it 1 My high-born Lord Let all the Tragick Fancies in the world Be true in me Let sorrow sink between my bone and marrow And may all tender soul• mock my distress If I so mean
I wonder that your Lordship staggers thus Lord I know thou' rt honest How dull thou 't seem to be To strange that I do stagger I am sure the Leaden Clasps of sleep That do shut in the Golden Story Lock't not thy Pent-houses But that thou saw this huge ov'r-bearing storm And yet do'st talk so strange 1. O Sir When you should make return of praises To the gods for your deliverance Then to precipita•e yourself in wilful danger When an affront of mercy And might deduce the never ended plagues of Heaven In showers on your head Lord Ah Fool D•'st ask if I will venture That nothing have to lose Unless this spounk of life sleighted as much As she that hangs upon her satiated Lovers neck Who loathing would be gone Man But dear my Lord If that you spurn at mercy And defie the gods They 'l draw your loathed thread of life To Nectars broach And add destruction every moment Lord Away Thou never readst the maximes of the Wise That things at their acquired height descend again And when at full perfection Do admit no increase Sound the unfathom'd Sea of my distress Measure the unbounded limits of my sorrow My Native Soyl my dearest Countrey sack't Our great Imperial whose reflex Rival'd the Sun and shone throughout the Earth Lies smother'd in her dust And my dearest Friends promiscuously Lie mangl'd in the fo•getful heapes Now might I here prick down a period to my woes Me thinks I cou'd sustain But oh oh I see a ragi•g stream a mighty floud Out-bearing all its Banks Will quickly sleep my patience to a sop My Love do'st think she lives Fond she cannot die Her soule 's in me and mine in hers reciprocal So while I live she cannot die But I may die in her but I 'm alive Therefore she is not dead Then I 'le go seek her here The contaminous Bed of this grim Tyrant Shall not de•ain her from me And e're I 'le go without her I 'le leap destruction in the face And k•ss the Instrument of my decease Man My Lord I have •laid your passion And now in reason would confer with you Strangers we are and now in this new Conquest Each eye labours for new discovery The Language we are strangers in And pregnant Wits will sift us to the bran Therefore amongst these ru•al Hindes That nothing understand here in the Suburbs Let us abide Until the pregnant time deliver up the truth Lord Well my great desires I 'le curb And go along with thee Thee alone survivour of my friends Exeunt both Enter the Lady and Captain Cap. Madam I have puzzel'd the Invention of Arithmetick And find the sum of your perfection Too great for my receipt Therefore to them that better can esteem your worth I 'le render you For me to accumulate so rich a Jem Were for to lame our Princes Victory And a disloyal Fact So for your greater honour and mine esteem I will present you to him Lad. O Sir You lame your Victory indeed And make a light esteem of it In poysing me with it Cap. Lady 't is true the water i• its quantity Is more then the refined spirits Yet that 's made up in the surpassive quality of them So in my drunk-opinion it doth seem The extracted purity of all the East Is •entred in you And for to keep you from my Princ• were greater loss Then our received Alcaron The which I 'le never do Lad. Sweet Sir Will you proclaim your errour And make of invalidity your yet esteem'd opinion And make my else unhappy self hated by every one What can you think the Victor of the East That sits Competitor with Phoebus in his glory Will be so blinded to dote upon his slave Where there is no allurement Vnless his Pallate out of relish Imbrace my salted lips for a recovery Recal your scattered judgment And lose not your esteem Cap. Madam I am not destitute of sense nor do I dream I 'm sure 't is real that I see So if you 'l go along with me I will present you honourably if not I will declare the Cabin where the Jewel lies And let the Emperour pick't himself And so farewell Lad. Stay patience but a while Give me but three days space And I will strive to stop these nigh exhausted Fountains And recollect some smiles the better to adorn your presentation Cap. So long I wait your leisure and wish you well advis'd So rest you joyful Exit Cap. Lad. And you the like Manet Irene Sol• When thrice the burning Carbunckle of Heaven Hath hit upon the insulting Waves And when he would hath thrice been Mantel'd up in Black Must I But oh disloyal thought I am glad thou hast met affection Whose Loyal Flame hath to thy primitive Non-being reducest thee If espoused love my Lord Paleologus Hath yet surviv'd the ruines of his Native Soyl And should behold me prove inconstant How would the sacking of our brave city The death of all his Friends •enew themselves In a more Tragick Scene Oh! my Soul that thou wer• here That which of us were strongest might support That others grief a little Well! I do find my exteriour Senses all Have a discharge from their great covering soul For to suspend their Faculties a while Therefore I 'le hunt my rest Exit Enter Mahomet and his Bas•aws as in open Councel about settlement of their new Conquests Mah. What think you Lords If we transfer us to Constan•inople All If all things sitted were we like it well Mah. Your counsel 's good B•sides our Conquest made more absolute F•om her sweet seated Turrets we may pry Into the Affairs of Europe and the bordering Asia And sit an Eye-sore to the Christian Foe I would it were dispatcht 1 My gracious Prince the Leaden foot of Time Must stamp some dayes upon your back Ere this can be effected some great Commander With a power must here reside To snafle the pressing crest of this imperious brood And many things of great import Are yet to be resolv'd 2 'T is true therefore your Majesty must court Your patience yet a while Mah. To that same purpose came we here To argue and determine But since you are all agreed that it becomes our State to go We do adjourn the Court a while And in the interim consider of our great Captains to be left behind Exeunt omnes Enter Demosthenes the Lord Prologus his Attendant as from the city having been enquiring of the Captives and the State Dem. My Lord the tempest 's great where none escapes the Rack The Battail's sore where none survives to give report The great revenging hand of Fate Hath not pursu'd your joyes unto the utmost Nor hath the flame of their great rage Dried all the Fountains of your bliss One yet remains Whose cordial springs will cool the inraging passions of your bloud The fair Irene lives Peo How Hath the intoxing magick of her brow Conjur'd the influence of her birth
do so Was there a messenger dispatcht 3 Yes and return'd and sayes he 's coming Nat. I but that forward man of War Is stopt with the strong Charms of an assuring Remora But soft he 's here Enter Mahomet Mah. My trusty Lords I have loyter'd my ingagement And I 'm sorry that your expectations will prove fruitless at this time Through present indisposedness of my infirmity I onely came for to excuse my self And to adjourn it till another time And till our further order in your own time dismiss So fare you well Exit Mahomet All Prosperity attend your Majesty 1 A Remora in Land Na•olia 't is strange Manent Bashaws And yet 't is probable for the flect is monstrous 3 Is' t possible the Darts of that blind B•y That woundeth none b•••oway breasted Girles And you'• his Muliers hat• pierc't his slee•y Spirit Nat. I am afraid since the reverberating Harness was hung by The weaker Instruments hav• made impression 2 Then we are like to have a crew of mon•rel Warriours quickly Nat. Let us depart to pray for Reformation Exeunt 〈◊〉 Enter Mahomet return'd as to Irene Mah. Absent till you are call'd To the Attendants Madam Am I not now a full a•complisht Courtier That can keep t••k with time Irene And have been since your riper years Brush• ch•ldishness away I do believe great Sir Mah. No fair one I was rude as the unbridled Camp Stern as the pale Revenge Fierce as the god of War My Spirits all were lin'd in proof Impenitrable to remorse Witness the ruful Ruines Of your stately •own Which dest•n'd to its fatal period Had not the Wit for to present you For had the piercing Eloquence of your bright look approach• My martial senses all as they do Esteminated would have sunk Below the dreadful Steel I should have crept for a revival In the Lap of Venus Irene Oh Sir Had my great Kindred 〈◊〉 My state and fortunes stood upright Which by the Iron hand of War Is sh•unk to nothing• I might in some sort he deserving Mah. Why doest repent that cannot be recal'd Thy slaughtered Kindred thou rather should'st rejoyce For in Exchange the Power of 〈◊〉 lies at thy command And in the liew of thy consumed fortune The Riches of my Realm I do estate on thee And hence do court that thou'•t embrace the Affections of a King And guild our Turky with so fair a Queen Irene This is an indigested Passion in your Greatness Which seen in its own flattering glass Delights a little But lookt on with the piercing Eye of Reason Proves odiously inform'd Then loa•h'd Hate succeeds and I with the in•el•ble Characters Of nere expired infamy With wonder 〈◊〉 through the World Mah. Sweet Soul It 's thy Charms that hath surpriz'd me I dwell inseparably in thine 〈◊〉 And not give time to Reason to consult with me Sweetheart prepare to yield and I 'le go frame Petitions Irene Do good my Lord and recollect your self Wh•le for your good I am obstina•e Exeunt at several doors Enter three Bashaws 1 I wonder what delight Our Emperour hath found out that he contemn• the Establishment Of his mighty Conquest 2 'T is certain that same Remora That great Natolia spoke of 1 And do you think that he 's surpriz'd with the soft Charms Of an effeminating Love 3 Why not Temptation easily gains onidleness The nimble courser whiles she sweeps The Beesom of the yielding Air rides safe But while recours• she sits p•uning on a bow Death from the deadly Level of a Gu• arrests her 2 'T is true While death and deep destruction Were his Objects He look't unto his safety But the sweet Lullabies of an alluring Peace Hath epileps't his active Spirits And kee•s him cradl'd in Security 3 O that some Enterprise would wait our great Designs That with a fearful Larum he might be awak't And scar'd to fall asleep again 1 O but 't is dangerous nibling with the couchant Lion 2 But soft I hope I have prophessed A Post passes by See there a Post in haste Exeunt Enter Mahomet to a Gentleman Mah. Stay I see News Go you excuse my promise to my Love Gent. 'T is my best honour to discharge Your Majesties Commands Exit Gent. Mah. What means the bloud To post so from thy face As if it rid some deadly Enter Messenger Message to heart Mes. It signifies my deadly Errand For know that your neglected Bands Are a prepared Banquet For the Birds of prey And with their mangled Corps Manure the Hungarian fields Who proud in tryumph Have made a Bone-fire of your Borders Mah. Well• I 'le go raise a storm Shall drive the flame back on their faces Away command Natolia hither Go you bring my sweet Greek To a Gent. What doth the Hungrian Power Exit Consist of To another Mes. I judge they 'r 20000. Exit With an accomplisht Leader Mah. Fy they • be a point so small As will not be discern'd by my great Power They are 〈◊〉 few to satisfie my great Revenge Mes. Great Sir You 'r pleas'd to talk of points And they 'r a sha•p one Enter Irene Mah. Withdraw Sir till you 'r call'd With draws Come come my Soul I 'le tell thee wh•t Although there is some fa•al Meteor dropt from the Skie That sets great Spirits on burning Yet such is the sweet fruits of calm Peace lent me by thee That were there now a shoak Wherein the state of all the world contended And would my presence dart capivity to all I 'de not suspend the greater Conquest of thy love For half an hour Irene Oh that your Passion should transform your Reason thus To do•e on me your captive slave Who 's very Bonds were Honour unto me Mah. Have pity Lady I am conquer'd Shout forth no more denials For while you do my thoughts in pleasing doubt Make me forget my self Irene W•ll I will leave you now to better company Exit Irene Mah. But not so much desir'd Natolia The Body of our Peace Enter Natolia By the Hungarians hath receiv'd a wound And here hard by the fatal P•st Call him here Nat. What are the fortes in Hungary lost Enter Post Mes. They are not onely lost but the insulting Foe Triumphs o're all the Bord•rs Nat: Great Sir This Wound neglected Festers to your mighty danger Mah. I know 't is not so great that we should fear Nor is' t so small as for to be neglected Therefore forthwith see that our Councel be assembled Nat. I 'le cause them wait your pleasure Exit Natolia and the Emperour Enter Irene and an Eunuch Irene My trusty Servitour 'T is not so much your vowed Order Nor the inherent quality of faithfulness Unto your Queens But 't is the honesty and truth which I discover In every action of thee Which brings me for to discover The greatest secret of my Soul unto thee Eun. Madam if ought lie in the compass of my poor power For to redress it 's done at your
command And if it do not It's lie promiscuously as in the Gra•e Infolded from the world 〈◊〉 Irene I hav• so full a confidence in thee I will not seek an O•h to tie thee to 't Knew then my trusty friend I have a noble Lover Whose constant heart with mine reciprocal is plac't He Pilgrims now in the Hungarian Court Begging assistance of some Martial Spirits In stealth with him to approach these walls Where I at his appointment Under the colour of my private Recreation in the aire At his appointed hour and place was for to meet him And be convey'd from hence He thought your Emperour as himself Would amorously have ' tane delay But oh my woe 't is otherwise For where Petitions faintly do retire The greatness of his Power makes way Therefore my honest friend go find My Lord Paeologus by name Declare my state which thou right-well do'st know The time will not permit me write Take this and in Post-haste depart Gives him a Purse Eu. Now by the m•ghty Prophet Mahomet The hairy Scalpe of my dead Father And by the Emperours Sword I 'le act with all my Power and straight about it Farewel good fortune be thy speed Exit Eunuch Irene Alas poor harmless Maid The period of thy hopes rely Manet Irene On the successful Journey of a Nobleman But soft here comes the interrupter of my joy Mah. What is Perfection reti•'d into Heresie Enter Mah. And leaves the World quite destitute My Soul let me partake Irene Most Royal Sir The best of my Endeavours Are homage due to you Mah. Tell me what means thy unmannerly intrusion Mes. Pardon Sir Your mighty Council waits your pleasure Enter a Mes. Still these harsh News do mingle with my pleasures Aside Farewel Heart Exeunt both Enter the Bashaws as in Councel 1 What do you think that drunk with bloud They desperately reel on us 2 My life for 't they 'r so fleshe They 'l pay their Nature's Tribute but feed on us 3 Soft here comes the whining Captive Na• Alas I fear the consequence of these bold words Aside Enter Mahomet and takes his Seat of State Mah. What think you Lords of this same Scar Who 's bent to go a Chiru•gion for 't All Your Self 's the great Physitian Mah. Away it scarce requires the help of an Apothec••y And tell you me of it All But our great Lord Your presence will g•ve quicker remedy And satisfie your great Revenge the more Mah. Fie faint Scars and inconsiderate reply Do yo• not know the petty Conquest of their Nation Would not acquit the charges of my Train Should I go forth Away forth go you Prepare sufficient strength To a Bashaw And let this tinckling News •o more trouble my calmed Spirits Go all of you assist in speedy levying of a Power Farewell Exit Mahomet with his Guard Manent Bashaws 1 Fie fie That the lustful flames of a lascivious Wench Should burn the great remembrance of himself to chaff Which now is made the sport Of every vulgar breath Soldiers without 'T is true 2 And must his awful Harnish hang contemptible in rust And must that b•o•d that hung ov'r Christendom Like a Malignant Meteor In ca•kered dust be food to mothes It must not be Sold Nor shall not be 3 What doth deject Natolia so Nat. That which I would but cannot remedy 2 Let us conjoyn in one and help our selves Nat. Well! 't is of too great concernment to be rusht into All I will go wade Nat. And so will we Exeunt Enter Mahomet to Irene Mah. Come come thou Center of my Peace Even now while restless Spirits roam the World Seeking the noblest bloud To ingrave their Characters of fame And while the nimble Posts whip on each other With tidings of my danger While in thy bosome laid I joy in peace And peacefully enjoy the fulness of delight Which mi•ht I but unrival'd still enjoy I freely with this mighty Ball subverted were to its Original But speak my Soul can'st thou affect Irene O mighty Sir to admiration Mah. Nay rather to fruition Which if thou canst no longer linger our delights Here is a pious Mufty which for the purpose I have brought To joyn our hands as well as hearts Enter a Mustie And so infamy of stoln contents• may turn to honourable enjoyment Irene Oh mighty Sir I since you are serious I do beseech you give a precedent of yielding By granting me but one Weeks respite To beg from our great Deity concurrence to your Yoak From under which till Death there 's no redemption And then my 〈◊〉 fruits With all the best of me reap at your pleasure Mus. Great Emperour This her Petition in honour cannot be deny'd Mah. Nor any Even my life lies at her mercy I 'le go invoke the Sun to haste And check the mi•u•es of their slowness Exeunt omnes Enter Natolia Solus • Oh! How the 〈◊〉 of Greatness rides on a rotten Cable Subject to every flaw of malice And impetuous Billow of Rebellion O•r mighty Prince but now Rid on the neck of an imperial Conquest But oh one fatal change he 's pul'd from thence By the seducing Charms of whining love And in a probability of reducement into nothing To have his awful Majesty flouted by common 〈◊〉 I wonder that the wheeling Orb•s amaz'd Stopt not their course at this change And all the World stand hush• in admiration Poor and infatuated Prince We told thee this would rowz thy infatuated spirits And who could stand the fierce return of them And yet me-thinks ha•s made good use of life That uses it for to reclaim thee Stand loyal heart Enter three Bashaws to him Welcome Lords 1 What solitary Muse possesses thee Natolia What hast thou plotted a deliverance 2 I rather think he is reciprocal And sleeps with drowsie state Nat. I have not slept nor was my fancy idle I have been ruminating this design And horrour seizes all my spirits to dream on the attempt 2 Natolia 't is no disloyalty He ha's thrown d•wn his awful Soveraignty And do•es to be a Subject Nat. What will you drive at 3 Let go the R•ines to the unbridled Souldiers W•o utterly disdain a Queenly Monarchy And if he will not be reclaim'd divide the Crown amongst us Nat. My very good Lords and noble Friends I know there 's none of you but would embrace his death Before the name of murderous Traytor Which by this horrid act will soon grain it self on you and your Posterity That should your brackish Cisterns tumble forth Oceans It would not wash it off There 's many ways to be attempted before we do deflour our Maiden Nation With the unmatched stain of Kill-Kings And blessed be the Fates I hope there 's one 1 I 'le know his Errand Behold a Post Sweet Sir will your great haste permit you stay Enter a Mes•n Post •o tell us what 's your haste Mes. My Journey 's at an end since great Natolia's there For he