What stranger 's this my blessed Genius haunts me Isaack I take thee in with open love What speaks thy Presence Isa Good newes to Selymus Sely. From whom Isa From Bajazet Sely. 'T is strange if good Isa And full as good as strange March quickly hence I 'le tell you as we walk if constant Chance smile on our project e're this Sun go down we may salute you with a glorious Crown Sely. I follow even to death Grand Mars to thee I 'le build an Altar if thou prosper me Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 4. Enter Achomates and Souldiers Acho. Revenge my black impiety each brow seemes with a scornful laughter to deride those empty Menaces of Bajazet And Bajazet is not our Father now sith he hath wrong'd the duty of a Son but a scorn'd Enemy whose prostrate soul shall make a step by which I will ascend up to the radiant throne of heavenly State if you but lend your help and free consent Souldiers Lead us along the mysty banks of hell through Seas of danger and the house of death we are resolv'd to follow one by one to second each step of Achomates Acho. This resolution is as great as just continue it brave spirits he 's a slave that having sinn'd dares not defend his sin The world shall know I dare For though our cause be wrong yet wee 'l make good the breach of laws Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 5. Enter Bajazet and Corcutus Cor. Would I had slept with Trizham and that hand that strangled Mahomet had stopt my breath rather then live to see my selfe thus wrong'd Baja. Despaire not sweet Corcutus what I promis'd I 'le keep most true and here again I vow when I am dead this honour to thy brow I have call'd home that rebel Selymus only to tame a Traytor And that done we have no other heire no other son beside Corcutus to whose free command we do bequeath the duty of this land Enter Mesithes and Mustapha Is Isaack not return'd Mesi My Liege he is Musta And Selymus with him Baja. Let them approach Enter Selymus and Isaack as they enter speak Isa Let your high spirit shrink below it self in a dissembled shew of penitence Sely. Tush I can bow as if my joynts were oyld and tumble at his feet Isa Practise your skill Selymus fals at Bajazets feet Bajâ— Lesse shew and more good meaning Selymus Arise these crouching feates give slender proofes of inward loyalty Sely. Right noble Father mine expedition to avenge your cause upon the head of proud Achomates be my just trial Baja. Hast then May thy arm by breathless treason raise up a full joy and turn that monster back unto the earth from whence it leapt A most prodigious birth Sely. We flie to the performance who both dare and will correct his boldnesse now we tread the path to honour and methinks I heare the peoples Vivat Eccho in mine eare Exit Selymus with the Bassaes Baja. New insolence The Bassaes slipt away How the obsequious villaines honour him as if he were their Godhead Cherseogles I suspect some plotted mischief else they durst not leave your person thus unguarded Baja. Plot and hang. We weigh not all their treasons at a straw one must not rule too long 't is subjects law Exeunt Passe over the stage Bassaes and Souldiers carrying Selymus aloft and crying out Long live Selymus Vivat Selymus Magnificent Emperor of the Turks Exeunt Enter Bajazet and Cherseogles Baja. Hell and the furies vex their damned souls What people Ha! what Nation is' t we live in Is' t our State and Monarchy Good gods two Emperors at once Live Selymus Can slavish vassals thus supplant their Prince What 's this enshrines my head a type for fooles to flear at a divided ornament Faile not my sense and courage let me live to finde my self again Vize-roy of Greece didst thou not see a Bajazet withdraw and vanish hence tell thou most faithful man what is become of that forgetful name or who hath stole it from me Selymus Oh that damn'd viliaine with his treacherous plot hath rob'd me of that glory Death of sense I have a soul of Adamant or Steel else had that hated noise reft it in twain Enter Mesithes What art thou or whence com'st thou Mesi From a Prince Ba. Yet I believe thee Mesi From thine enemy Ba. Yet I believe thee Mesith From the Emperour Baja. And I beleeve thee still yet slave thou liest these pâ—rts must know no Emperour but me unlesse base usurpation hath stept up unto my chaire of honour Right 't is so 't is so indeed Wel then what wil your Emperour Mesi That by my hand you yeeld him up his crown Baja Traytor his crown so now I am resolv'd I have forgone my selfe else had this hand tore out thy spottedheart and that one word of yeelding had been cause enough to spoyle thee and thy generation Heartlesse slave why sneak'st thou from our presence stay behold here commend this gorgeous ornament these trappings to thy Emperour as full bestead with curses as my heart with woes that it my clogge his eares and vex his head with daily terrours Hence thy prince is sped Exit Mesithes Vize-roy of Greece to thee our last farewell thou worthiest truest best deserving man that ever made us happy if thy faith respect me not my fortune do this charge fly to Achomates and rather aide him then this faithlesse Bastard Selymus the scandall of our race the mark for heaven to shoot revenge But all in vaine I strive to word away my inward paine Cherseo Nor this nor that I 'le favour may I speed Bajazet shall live to see both bleed Exit Baja. Maske up thy brighthesse Phoebus lovely night hurle thy thick mantle over all the heavens let this black day for ever be forgot in the eternall registers of time which of you sacred powers are not asham'd to see a Prince so sinfully abus'd by his owne issue and unreveng'd Enter Selymus and Bassaes But stand we who comes here a face of brasse else would it blush now thou Saturnine Jove thou God of great men thunder that the world drench'd all in sin may shake and feare that noise that horrid scourge of villanies Sely. Father Baja. Slave avaunt I feele a strong Antipathy t'wixt thee and me thy sight makes my dead heart distill fresh drops of blood and work new smart Exit Sely. What furious Bajazet and raging hot I hugge the amorous pleasure that I feel creep through my joynts Observe our Father Exeunt Bassaes else by some wilfull murder hee 'le prevent my purpos'd project I 'de not lose the guilt of his destruction for a crown heaven knows I love him better then to let him digge himself a grave whilst I may take the paines Now mount my soul and let my soaring plumes brush the smooth surface of the Azure skie Crown in his hand With this I charme obeysance from the world thou golden counterfeit of
chast love cloaks not intended mischief black deceit cannot lie hid under so pure a white but it would cast a coloured shadow out through such a slender vail thy generous thoughts nourish no base detraction thy free love thy profest actions say t' were no just fate that good mens deeds should die by ill mens hate Cai. Pray heaven they do not Ach. Fear not I am guest to Bajazet expected at the feast Exeunt Actus 2. Scena 7. Enter Bajazet and Cherseogles Baja. The day 's far spent is not Achmetes come Chers Not yet great Emperor Baja. Vice-roy of Greece say now there were a man whom my mind honored and I should command to cloath his bodie in a suite of gold studded with gems worth all the Indian shore durst any tongue gainsay it Chers Surely no. Baja. What if I hated him and should command to wrap him in a sable coloured black and sentence him to death Chers Then he must die Baja. My thoughts are troubled Chers What should these questions mean abrupt demands one to confound the other My liege your guests are come Enter Achmetes Isaack Mahomates Achomates Selymus Mesithes Caigubus Baja. Blest be the hour in which I see Achmetes safe return'd Bring in our banquet souldiers boyes kneel round Enter a banquet all kneel A ring of braver lads nere blest the ground supply us here with Nectar give it me takes the cup. Achmetes noble warriour here 's to thee a health to thy blest fortunes it shall run a compleat circle ere the course be done Ach My duty bids me pledge it I return good health to Isaack and in this wee 'l drown'd all conceal'd enmities drinks Isa Iove split me with his thunder if my brest harbour one bad thought when this draught is past and so I greet thy son Health to Caigubus drinks Caig. Mahomates the turn lights next on you drinks Mah I le pledge it freely Viceroy her 's to you drinks Chers Achomates to you I must commen the welfare of Achmetes in this cup. drinks Ach. To you Mesithes thus I prove my love drinks Mes Young Prince I do commit this health to you drinks Sely. I am the last be prodigall in wine fill up my bowle with Nectar let it rise above the goblets side and may it like a swelling Ocean flow above the banks I will exhaust it greedily 't is my due drinkes Omnes Wee 'l drink with Bacchus and his roaring crew Baj. Already done so quickly run about one health to me faith sith you are set to 't here 's a carouse to all Omnes wee 'l pledg it round As they drink round Bajazet riseth and speaks aside Bajaz. 'T is the last draught to some or I shall fail in mine intendments Let a foe escape when he was trampled down beneath his feet There must be treason in it How my blood boils in my brest with anger not the wine could work such strong effect my soul is vext A chafing heat distempers all my blood Achmetes thou must cool it when thy limbs are emptied of that moisture they suck in and thy stain'd bloud unchannel'd from thy veins then shall I be secure a quiet rest shall rock my soul asleep 't is thy last hour must set a period to my restless fears What are you merry friends drink on your course then all arise and now to consummate our happy meeting And shut up our joyes discourse Achmetes of your finisht warrs After an age of woes it proves at last A sweet content to tell of dangers past Let 's know your whole events Achm. Great Emperor Scarce had the rosie day-star from the East display'd her silver colours through the heaven but all the watchful Souldiers ready arm'd dim'd her pale cheeks with their transparent steel and added lustre to the dull-sight morne so stood we in full pride till the bright Sun climing the glassie pavement of the skies rouz'd the slow spirits of the backward foe and urg'd them to the field at length stept forth Zemes in all the trappings of his state And like a well-taught Hector rang'd his troups into their several orders all prepar'd Tiran being fearful stept behind a cloud lest when he saw our limbs bath'd all in bloud and purple streams gush't from our wounded brests like water from their springs he in fear should be eclips'd or startle from his sphear The air was thick and dim our armies joyn'd the skirmishes grew hot and angry Mars inthron'd upon the battlements of heaven left either side to tug with their own strength till their oppressing multitude bore down the justice of our cause and our whole side not daring to withstand scorning to fly stood trembling on the utmost brink of hope then the propitious Gods singled me out Zemes the life and spirit of our foes We met and fought Such was my happy fate that at the first encounter Zemes fell and I disarm'd him when in proud contempt he spit defiance in the face of death open'd his brest and dar'd me to the stroak whereby I might have sent him hence to hell But I in admiration of his worth arm'd his right hand once more and bad him fight Chance did direct my sword upon his head he fell before me and cry'd Achmetes hold I 'me wounded to the death and Captain go tell Bajazet that thou hast slain his foe I left the dying Prince our warrs were done and ceas'd with him by whom they were begun Isaak The plot has took aside Bajaz. Treason by Mahomet I left the dying Prince Isaak Pursue the project Bajaz. Worthy Achmetes well we may give but not reward by gifts and thank but not requite thee I would hate that liberality which would abate the worth of the receiver thy true fame out-strips the length of titles and a name of weighty honour is a slender price to grace thy merits with as for a voice to crown thee after death thou art the choice of everliving glory on thy crest is her abode and when the latest rest of nature hath betrai'd thee to thy grave then shall she print in characters of gold how brave a man thou wast how great how bold though we be dumb yet shall the world uplift thy name and thou shalt live without our gift Yet thy blest fates have not created thee so clearly God-like but some other chance may cross thy greatness and thy high renown the envy of some God may shoulder down then thus wee 'l make thee happy future events ne're shall oppress thy worth nor envious chance blot thy ensuing fame Achmetes know death an immortal gift we thus bestow He casts a gown of black velvet upon him called the mantle of death Caigub. Treason treason O my Father treason Help Janizaries Excurrit Bajaz. Stop the furious youth Exeunt Bassaes Bring in an Heads-man Traytor Zemes dead He lives to see this hand untwine thy thread Enter seven or eight Janizaries with swords drawn What means this outrage Janiz. 1.
Selymus Mesithes Mustapha Sely. Let not my absence steal away my love or local distance weaken the respect which you have ever born me I must fly to shake the yoake of bondage from my neck my Fathers eyes shall not scan out my life in every action then when I am gone our love like precious mettle shall not crack in the protraction but be gently fram'd into a subtler thinnesse which shall reach from either part not craz'd by any breach Mesi Return with ruine painted in thy brow pale death triumphant in thy horrid crest danger limn'd out upon thy threatning sword the Turkish thraldom portrai'd on thy shield wee l meet thee in thy horror and unfold our arms as wide as heaven to take thee in Sely. We trust you if there lie unspoken love hid in your bosoms we must bury it in silent farwells Musta Noble Prince adieu since thy frank deeds have printed in our hearts so true a pattern of thee we will feed our contemplation with thy memory When thou art really departed thus a better part of thee shall stay with us Exeunt Sely. So the swift wings of flight shall mount me up above these walls into the open ayr and I will towre above thee Bajazet Farwel soft Court I have been kept too long within thy narrow walls and am new born to golden liberty now stretch out you heavens spread forth the dewy mantle of the clouds thou powerful Sun of Saturn and remove the terminating Poles of the fixt earth to entertain me in my second birth Enter Isaack Bassa Isa Not yet rid from our wals Fair Prince take heed treason 's a Race that must be run with speed Aeolus beckons and the flattering winds joyne all to help our project quickly hence all 's full of danger Did your Father know Hee 'd stop your flight and breath at one deaths blow Exit Sely Friend I am gone thou hoary God of Seas smooth the rough bosome of thy wrinckled tide that my wing'd Boat may gently on it glide Actus 4. Scena 1. Enter Bajazet solus Baja. How the obsequious duty of the world hangs shivering on the skirts of Majesty and smells out all her footsteps I could yet never steal leisure to reform my thoughts since my pale brow was first hoop'd in with gold till this blest hour and now great Bajazet empty thy brest of her imprison'd joyes which like the smothring winds could with a blast rip up a passage I am crown'd in blisse plac'd on the rocks of strong security without the reach of Fate Envy shall gnash and pine at my full pleasures the soft feet of labouring ambition shall quite tire ere touch the starry-height on which I stand Achmetes and his son with my two boyes are faln to clear the sun-shine of my joyes Achomates I fear not Selymus lives cag'd within the compasse of mine eye all that I doubt is of Mahomates that blasing star once darkned I will throw the luster of my pomp from me as clear as if three Suns were orb'd all in one Spheare What news brings Isaack Enter Isaack Bassa Isa Unwelcome news Baja. Be quick in the delivery Isa Then thus Young Selymus is fled Baja. Fled Isa Fled this night to the Tartarian King Baja. Would he had sunk to the Tartarian deep Isaack th' art false and every hair dependant from thy head is a twin'd serpent Isaack I say th' art false I read it in thy brow Isa By heaven I am not Baja. Come answer my demands first at what time left he the Court Isa I know not Baja. Know he is fled and know not when he fled how can this be Isa After our strict enquiry 't was our chance to lite on one that saw him take a ship at the next haven Baja. On one bring forth that one Exit Isaack I 'le sound the depth of these villanies Enter Isaack with a dwarf What 's here a barrel rear'd on end upon two feet Sirrah you guts and garbage did you see Selymus leave the Court Dwarf So please it your Baja. Please it thou monster are you now so pleasing Isa My Liege hold in your fury spend not one drop of your fierce anger on so base a worm keep it entire and whole within your brest that with it's vigor it may crush the bulk of him whose treasons move it Baja. So it shall Neptune reine back thy swelling Ocean invert the current of thy guilty streames which further treacherous plots mild Aeolus that when a peevish goddnesse did intreat scattredst a Trojan Navy through the seas now Bajazet a Turkish Emperor bids thee send forth thy jarring prisoners into the seas deep bowels let them raise tempests shall dash against the firmament of the vast heavens and in their stormy rage either confound or force the vessel back in which the traitor sayles now now begin or I shall think thee conscious of this sin What would this Monk Enter a Monk Monk Only your blessed almes Bajazet I 'me in a liberal vain Monk shootes of a dagge at Bajazet Mesithes and Isaack kill the Monk Traitor I 'me slain I feel the bullet run quite through my sides Isa Great Mahomet hath kept you safe from harm it never toucht you Baja. Oh I am slain open the gates of sweet Elysium take in my wounded soul Bring forth that Monk I le make him my souls harbinger he shall fore-run my coming and provide a place amongst the gloomy banks of Acheron then shall he dwel with me in those black shades and it shall be my bliss to torture him Isa Hee 's gone already I have sent him hence Baja. Fly then my soul and nimbly follow him he must not scape my vengeance Charon stay one waftage will serve both I come away Isa Let not conceit thus steal away your life Baja. Me thinks I feel no blood ebbe from my heart my spirits faint but slowly Isa Heare me Sir You are not wounded Baja. Ha! not wounded Isaack Untoucht as yet His quaking hand deceiv'd him of his aim and he quite mist your body here behold the bullet yet unstain'd with blood Baja. Now I believe thee oh the baleful fate of Princes and each eminent estate How every precious jewel in a Crown charms mad ambition and makes envy dote on the bewitching beauty of it's shine Indeed proud Majesty is usher'd in by superstitious awful reverence but cursed mischiefs follow and those are treasons in peace black stratagems in war But wher 's the dwarf Isaack go send him in bid bold Mesithes and sage Mustapha quickly attend us Go. Exit Isaack Isa I shall Baja. This hour hath hatcht a richer project in my brain whose wish't event shall strangle envies breath and strike ambition dead in every brest Enter dwarf Sirrha draw hence the body to the ditch whither the filth of the whole City runs there overwhelm't in blood go quickly doo 't What dost thou grin thou visage of an ape he striks him Dwarf I le
thy god Apollo teach thee to divine my fall What hath thy cursed Genius tract my steps through the Meanders of dark privacie and will he dwell with me in these close shades to vex my banisht soul banisht from joy remov'd from the worlds eye I am accurs'd and hated by the Synod of the gods a knot of envious deceits the day will be when they shall smart for this indignity Enter solemn Musick the Ghost of Mahomates Zemes Trizham Mahomet Achmetes Caigubus Asmehemides with each a sword and burning Tapers led in by Nemesis with a sword they encompasse Bajazet in his bed Nem. Triumph my Plantiffes Nemesis your Queen is pierc'd quite through with your continual groanes See see the prostrate body of a King clad in the weedes of pining discontent lieth open to your wrath and doleful hate But I conjure you not to touch his skin nor hurt his sacred person those three Fates those frightful sisters told me they decree for Bajazet another destinie But vex his soul with your deluding blows and let him dream of direful anguishments each in the proper order of his Fate vent the comprest confusion of his hate One after another strike at Bajazet with their swords Nemesis puts by their blows Exeunt in a solem dance Neme. Awake awake thou tortured Emperor look with the eye of fury on the heavens threaten a downfall to this mortal stage and let it crack with thee thy life is run to the last Scene thy Tragick part is done Exit Bajazet awakes in fury ariseth You meager divels and infernal haggs where are you Ha! what vanisht am I found Did I not feele them teare and rack my flesh and scramble it amongst them Heaven and earth I am deluded what thin ayrie shapes durst fright my soul I 'le hunt about the world search the remotest angles of the earth till I 've found out the clymate holds these fiends or build a bridg by Geometrick skill whom lineal extension shall reach forth to the declining borders of the skie on which I 'le lead mortality along and break a passage through the brazen walls from whence Jove triumphs o're this lower world then having got beyond the utmost sphere besiege the concave of this universe and hunger-starve the gods till they confess what furies did my sleeping soul oppresse Ha! did it lighten or what nimble flame ha's crept into my blood me thinks it steals through my distemper'd joynts as if it fear'd to urge me to impatience Hamon accursed Hamon stand my soul above the power of these invenom'd drugs Am I in hell alive the Stygian flames could not produce an heat so violent as burns within my body Oh I feel my heart drop into cinders I am dust Jove for thine own sake Jove confine my soul within these walls of earth for in the skie when I am there none shall be Jove but I. Still still I boyle and the continued flames are aggravated He is done subdu'd by the base Art of a damn'd Emperick whose empty name sent terrour through the world Is not the heaven bespangl'd all with starrs and blazing Meteors whose bright glimmering flames like ceremonial Tapers should adorne my solemne Hearse what doth the golden Sun ride with it's wonted motion are the waves bridled within their narrow Continent No deluge not an earthquake shall a Prince an Emperor a Bajazet decease and make no breach in nature fright the world with no prodigious birth Are you asleep you thundring Beggards that so awe the world I 'le hasten to revenge this strong neglect of my deceasing spirits mount my soul brush off this cloddy heavy element So Jove I come excorporate divine immortal as thy self I must contest with thee proud god with thee to arme my mind only my soul ascends earth stayes behind Moritur Enter the Ghosts as before and bear him out Actus 5. Scena 10. Enter Solymon as newly Crowned Souldiers Attendants warlike Musick Soly. Is Selymus deceased Sould. He is my Lord. Soly. Who Selymus what Fate durst be so bold Oh I could act an holy frenzy now Selymus deceas'd What did not Atlus tremble at such a burden Can he support the Orb that holds up Selymus is not yet the Pole crackt with his weight do not the heavens prepare his funeral Exequies Jove I invoke thee now command the heavens that the prone Chandler shops command that idle Phoebus that he exhale matter from earth to make thy Funeral Tapers Or I 'le make Torches of the universe in stead of Comets flaming Countries Cities shall be thy ceremonial Tapers Or if not this I 'le ransack Christendome Kings Daughters I 'le embowel for a Sacrifice their fat with vestal fire will I refine and offer virgins wax unto thy shrine Start back bright Phoebus let thy fiery Steeds keep Holyday for Selymus Tell thy host proud Neptune now expects another deluge that all the earth may weep for Selymus What do you smile you heavens are ye conscious and guilty of this execrable treason What dare the fields to laugh to when I do mourn I 'le dye your motly colour'd weedes in scarlet and cloath the world in black destruction Nemesis I 'le nayl thee to my greedy sword destruction shall serve under me a Prentiship Courage brave Selymus with thy Princely boat through Styx even all mortality shall float I 'le leavy Souldiers through the Universe with which thou shalt begirt Elizeum Thus barren Nature shall repent thy fall grieving that she did not the event fore-stall Death I will hate thee the world shall wear thy sable livery embroydred with fear Thy Trophies every where the world shall gaze on Thy Armes in sable and in gules I 'l blazon Soul My Lord this Crown intreats you leave off these ground-creeping meditations and to think of Majesty wherefore we invest your brow with this rich robe of glory and do vow to it our due alleageance thus you shall mount up aloft above your Fathers fall Soly. Thus our deare Father those bright robes of state for which so lately thou hast sweat in blood thou wear'st upon my shoulders in thy stead thus are we crown'd and thus our labours be made gainful unto thine though not to thee Sould. Live then and raign most mighty Emperor whilst that our care and watchful providence shall fence thy safety and keep Sentinel over thy sacred person were black treasons hatcht in the Center of the darkest earth the massie element should be prospective for all our piercing eyes should Pluto send his black Apparator to summon thee to appear before him by that Mahomet we would confront him boldly and excuse thy absence unto Pluto by our presence death we 'le disarm thee if thou dar'st arrest thy fury on our Solymon or we 'le bale his person with our imprisonment By our death thou shalt live our City walls may with warlike ruine be battered but our alleageance that European Bull shall ne'r push from us with his golden hornes nor shall his
didst thou ere observe so to benumne our sense that thou shouldst thinke we could be pleas'd with such effeminate Presents Know sir our eyes shall have that abstinence that will not looke on them on boyes or women Hence then and present some coward with them Exit Philoxenus Give me a spectacle would please the Gods and make them bend their Ivorie browes to the Earth a man a Souldier strong with his wounds ' mongst fate and ruine upright and unshap't his minde being all his guard his wall and armour and if he fall still noble wrath remaines in his amased Trunke not all the darts stucke in his sides making him all one wound affright his courage but wrath lending weapons himselfe doth seeme a new and horrid Warre Nor are those Milke-sops which beguile the time with stealing minutes from their Ladies lips such as the Gods doe love for as the Winde loseth it's force if it be not oppos'd with woods of strong and stubborne planted trees So Virtue if it walke in troden paths That breakes up honours gap and makes the way through pathes of death that flame burnes strong which is resisted valor shines in wrong Of Alexanders Souldiers be this said warre was as peace when he the army led Exit Fame Brave Macedon how truly hast thou weighed the reason of mans birth who is equall borne for all the world as well as for himselfe the world 's a field too narrow for thy worth and allthough Nature hath her enacted bounds for Sea and earth nay for the heavens themselves nor Sea nor earth shall coope thy valour up Valour of Nature ever this attaines that it breakes forth farre and beyond her chaines and this I le trumpet out The whole worlds Ball in which thou art so great to thee is small When men want worlds to shew their vertue in that is the crime o' th Gods and not their sinne 'T is a decree of a true Souldiers mind to thinke nought done when ought is lest behind On valiant youth for know I will appoint a Grecian Prince who so shall steepe his quill to paint thy name in Wels of eloquence that this thy scorne of Lust shall be propos'd for Kings example to posterity Know mortals that the men the Gods most love in hard and dangerous Arts they alwayes prove When men live brave at first then fall to crimes their bad is Chronicle to future times For who begins good Arts and not proceeds he but goeth backward in all noble deeds Death consecrates those men whose awfull end though most men feare yet all men must commend ascends Amurath seemes troubled yet collecting himselfe dissembles his Passion speakes Am. Scahin the Macedon's heholding to thee and history shall pay you thankes for this which we rest Debtors for Scah. Great Prince such kindnesse of acceptance payes For things which are but for a Kings delight in seeing them he amply doth requite Am. Eumorphe Love Queene Wife le' ts hast to Bed and may we wish this night eternall time Scahin good night good night kind gentelmen Thus when we are dead shall we revive o' th' stage one houre can present a kings whole age Exeunt omnes Actus 2. Scena 1. Enter Schahin Eurenoses Schah. Observ'd you not the Kings looks Grew they not pale Euren. O yes Lord Schahin you must be his Parent and snatch him out o' th' Gulph he 's falling in That fayned speech of Alexanders wrought like to most purging Physicke nights then blacke when 't is compar'd with day Boldnesse is cleare when 't is presented before bastard feare Schah. I le tell thee Eurenoses thou art a Souldier and I am both a Souldier and a Scholar And for these two Professions am both most glorious and most meritorious Pallas is for both O what Tysiphon what snaked scourge can make a Scholar that should never sleepe but 'twixt the Pillowes of Pernaessus Hils and dip his lips in springs of Helicon make him by snoaring on a wanton brest and suck the adulterate and spiced breath of a lewd famed woman Euren. And for a Souldier Schahin let me speake We that doe know the use of swords and fire we that doe know halters can throatle us shall we ere venture on a Womans cruelty We that endure no Lords shall we endure a woman to overcome us Most true Demophoon I reverence thy memory no pewling phrase could so enchaine thee to thy Thracian Dame but thou wouldst rather perish than she save thee I le not declaime long on that common theame but they have lust lye in their fingers ends and whilst their sweet-hearts breath stickes in their sheets they will admit another Lucrece in the day to be a Thais if the night will not gain-say Scah. Why Eurenoses why should we endure a new Queen now this Kingdom wants not heires we know should we have more 't were dangerous But harke The Queens for Bed-inticing sleepe soft Musicke with charmes of Musicke wel even such a Night may yet prove dismall ere the following Light Eurenos Scahin let 's in the first degree to purge such ils as these is to instruct the patient his disease that you have done Scah. Yea and wil yet once more adventure a new stratagem Just when the King h 'as rid his Chamber and with covetous hast thinks for to clip Elisium and drinke deepe of his long wish'd delight I having skil and uncontroul'd accesse will in disguise seem his deceased Fathers apparition and by all tyes of children to their Parents bid him forsake that vile bewitching woman Euren. An easie Medicine doth and sure wil work to rub shrewd wounds make them but fester more Foule Med'cines we worse brook than a foule sore Scena 2. Actus 2. Enter Eumorphe as to Bed in her Night-robes attended with Tapers and Ladies Menth. Madam make hast The King will be impatient if he be from you long O Happinesse Emorph. Why Menthe then thou deem'st us happy thus to command a world of services to have a King my subject and attended with these harmonious sounds t' affect our eares Menthe. Yes truely Madam 't is a happinesse Eumorph. 'T is were 't Eternal but I feare a power a womans power doth but make sport with us Why were we not once Menthe a Captive Wretch Menthe Yes Lady now your happinesse 's the more Riches please best when there went want before Eum. That power which rais'd us from so base so high can throw us downe againe as suddenly Me thinks my life is but a Players Scaene in the last Act my part was then to play a captive creature and a Queene to day Menthe. Your Morals Madam are too serious Me thinks these Ornaments should elevate your dumpish spirits Thinke this Bed a place in which no Icie slipping chance hath power A Kings safe Bed is like a guarded Tower Eum. No Menthe no 't is not the Bed of state nor the free smile of a well pleased King 't is not the embracing Armes of
they shall know no place is free from wrath when boyling bloud is stirr'd in Amurath Exeunt An alarme excursions fight within Enter at one doore a Christian at another a Turke fight both kild so a new charge the Turkes kill most Enter Lazarus Schahin kils him Enter Eurenoses Cobelitz they fight Cobelitz faints falls for dead A showt within a token of Victory on the Turkes side a Retrait sounded Scena 4. Actus 5. Enter above Amurath Bajazet Nobles to see the spoyle Schah. Here mighty Prince take view of Victory and see the field too narrow for thy spoyles Erynnus hides her head as if afraid to see a slaughter she durst never hope for Earth hath the Carkasses and denies them Graves and lets them ly and rot and fat her wombe scorning to be unto the slaves a Tombe Am. Where are become those ominous Comets now What are those pissing Candles quite extinct leave their disacterous snuffes no stench behind them 't is something yet that their God seeth their slaughter lending sulphurious Meteors to behold the blest destruction of these Parasites I knew the Elements would first untye the Nerves of th' Universe then let me dye Here Cobelitz riseth as awakt amazed leaning on his Sword stumbling ore the dead bodies lookes towards Amurath Euren. See King heres 's one worme yet that dare confesse he breaths and lives which once this hand crusht downe Amur. Ha ha by Mahomet and we are weary now Some Mercy shall lay Victory asleepe It will a Lawreat prove to this great strife ' mongst all these murdred to give one his life so we 'll descend He goeth from aloft Cob. From what a dismall grave am I awak'd entomb'd within a Golgatha of men Have all these Soules prevented me in blesse and left me in a dreame of happinesse But soft me thoughts he sayd he would descend Then Heavens one minutes breath that 's all I aske and then I shall performe my lifes true taske Amurath descends on the Stage Cobelitz staggers towards him Amur. Poore slave wouldst live Here Cobelitz is come to him seeming to kneele stabs him with a pocket Dagger Cob. Yes Turke to see thee dye Howle howle grim Tartar yel thou grisly Wolfe force forth the bloud from out thy gaping Wound Dii tibi non mortem quae cunctis poena paratur Sed sensum post fata tuae dent impie morti Amur. My spirit makes me not to feele thy weapon Hold you crackt Organs of my shattered life I 'm not toucht yet can I not mocke my death and thinke 't is but a dreame tells me I 'm hurt Dar'st thou then leave me bloud Canst be so bold as to forsake these veynes to flow on Earth And must I like th' unhappy Roman dye by a slaves hand Cob. Tyrant 't is knowne He 's Lord of others lives that scornes his owne Am. I that could scarce ere sleepe can I ere die And will none feare my life when I am dead Tortures and torments for the murderer Cob. Ha ha ha Leaning on his sword I thanke thee great omnipotent that I shall here laugh out the lag end of my life Am. Villaine thy laugh wounds worse then did thy Dagger Are you Lethargick Lords in cruelty Cob. Nay heare me Turke now will I prompt their rage Locke me up in the Bull of Phalaris cut off these eye-lids bid me then out-gaze the parching Sunbeames flea this tender skin set nests of Hornets on my rawest flesh let the Siconian Clouds drop brimstone on me powre boyling Lemnos on my greenest wounds put on my shoulder Nessus poyson'd shirt bind all these bloudy faces to my face Racke me Procrastes like The Lord that holds up Amurath offers to touch his wounds Amur. Hell oh I cannot brooke your smallest touch Cob. Ha Ha! each groane is Balsome to my wounds I am perfect well Bajazet offers to kill Gobelitz a Nobleman holds his hand Schah. Rascall dar'st deride us Cob. Yea and while your witty furies shall invent for me some never heard of punishment I see a guard of Saints ready to take me hence Take then free flight my new rewarded soule and seate thee on the winged Seraphims hast to the Empyreum where thy welcome shall be an Haleluia anthem'd forth By the Chorus of the Angell-Hierarchy Pierce with swift plumes the concave paths o th' Moone Where the black aire enlightened is with starres Stay not to wonder there at wandring Signes at bi-horn'd Gemini or Amphions Harpe at Arctos or Bootes or the Beare Which are to please wizard Astrologers Soare higher with thy pitch and then looke downe to laugh at the hard trifles of the world Perchance some oft have knowne a better life Never did one ere leav ' it more willingly Am. Feare your death Gods for I have lost my life and what I most complaine my tyranny Cob. Soule to detaine thee from thy wished rest were but an envious part arise farewell To stay thee to accuse or fate or man would shew I were unwilling yet to leave thee But deare companion hence cut through the ayre let not the grosenesse of my Earth ore-lime thy speedy wings fly without weight of crime He dyes Am. O now have I and Fortune try'd it out With all her best of favours was I crown'd and suffred her worst threats when most she frown'd Stay Soule a King a Turke commands thee stay Sure I am but an actor and must strive to personate the Tragicke ends of Kings And so to winne applause unto the Scene with fained passion thus must graspe at death O but I see pale Nemesis at hand Art thou dull fate and dost not overspread Cimmerian wings of death throughout the world What Not one Earthquake One blazing Comet T' accompany my soule t' his Funerall Is not this hour the generall period to nere returning time Last breath command a new Deacalions deluge that with me the world may swim to his Eternall Grave Cracke hindge that holds this globe and welcome death Wilt thou not stay Soule Friend not stay with Kings Sinke then and sink beneath the Thracian Mount Sinke beneath Athos be the Brackish Waves Of Acheron thy Tombe I le want a Grave So all parts feare which first my Corps shall have For in my Grave I le be the Christians foe here like a massie pyramide I le fall I le strive to sinke all the whole fabricke with me quake pluto for 't is I that come a turke tyrant and a conquerour and with this groane like thunder will I cleave the timerous earth whilst thus my last I breath He dyes Bajaz. O easie powers to give us all at first but in their losse they make us most accurst Here all the Nobles kneele to Bajazet Schah. The Taper of your Fathers life is spent We must have light still and adore a Sunne that next is rising therefore mighty Prince upon your shoulders must the pondrous load of Empire rest Bajaz. Why Lords we have a Brother who as in
and let thy great vicegerent thus be torn Some of th' immortal powers have had fathers and know what 't is to have them murdered thus But I turn woman now O I rave out my passions do grief pour out thy self that thou mayst make room in my empty heart to fill it with revenge Scena 6. Enter Clytemnestra Aegystheus in night-robes Clyt. How now what ayles our son how now Orestes Orest O some are come now to help me to grieve See mother see your husband and my father the King of Greece great Shephard of his Land see see him here She faines her selfe to swoun Egy. catcheth her falling Clyt. O help me now good heaven to keep my sex let me dissemble Aegyst Help my Lords the Queen Clyt. Why hinder'd you my soul that whilst he liv'd was linkt to his and would too now have fled with wing'd desire to have been with him What doe I live for Agamemon slain My Lord my King husband wake my Lord what bloody Trojan followed thee from thence to kill thee here could he not one night have let me rested in thy sweet embraces Must he for surenesse make so many holes for thy sweet soul to fly to be a God O let my teares be balm to these thy wounds let my lips kisse and warm thy gellid lips let my haire wipe these clots of blood away from thy age-honor'd side O dry your teares joyn knees and prayers with me awake ye Gods They both kneele and send our vows since we can send no wounds Come son we women still know how to curse Let him that did it be an Adulterer Aegyst Faith she begins well sure she knows the man aside Clyt. Let him be conscious he hath don a deed deserves revenge whether it fall or no Let him for ever beare in mind this night and who 't was helpt him in this bloody act Aegist Yes hee 'll remember how you curse him now aside Orst If ever he have children let them be murdered before his face that they may know how nature binds a father and a son Aegyst Now hands I thank you now my soul grows glad had not he griev'd thus I had lost revenge Clyt. But come my son now let us talk of graves of Epitaphs and tombs and 's soul being fled Draw the curtaine and carry him away let 's lap his Trunk up in a sheet of lead Exeunt Clytemnestra and Aegystheus Manent Orest Orest Methinks I see a Tragedy at hand to which this night hath as a Prologue bin I 'll make a prayer now worthy Atreus grandchild let the foul Adder sting me as I walk the poysonous toad belch her black venom forth in my despised face let it be thought I never had a father but some monster bred by a slimy exhalation If my revenge fly not with ample wing till then rest soul hate told may lose his sting Actus 2. Scena 1. Enter Cassandra sola as a mad Prophetesse Cass O ye dead Trojans leape within your graves O mother that thou hadst lived this night Now thou 'ldst be glad t' have lost so many sons the Grecians are reveng'd upon themselves I thank thee soul that thou keeptst here till now to let me see Greece overcome it self I live I live I 'm here I live to see 't I do not dream on 't no I saw the blood run from his side whole Cataracts all Greece Apollo how am I bound now for this that I do only see this happinesse Hecuba Priam young Astianax Look Hecuba Greece now doth act your woes laugh Hecuba for now Electra weeps and Tyndarus he knows not what to do Come little Cuz come my Astianax Orestes is in a worse case then thou Still I had others for to weep with me but none are left to laugh now but my self What should he feare at home A conqueror feare T is done 't is done leave fighting Hector leave the Grecians meane to fight against themselves from Tyndarus the first brand took fire which burnt down Troy and now an other here kindles from him to set a fire Greece Graia juvenca venit quae se patremque virumque Perdidit Io laetor Graja juvenca venit Hellen thy sister Hellen nay shee 's thine who could have thought that Hector being slaine old Priam made a sacrifice to death Troy turn'd to cinders poor Andromacha dragg'd by her hair to death Astianax sent out o' th world before he well came in Ha ha who could have thought after all this Cassandra should have ever laught againe One hour of laughter following many yeares of discontent doth help to sweeten teares Exit Actus 2. Scena 2. Enter Aegystheus Clytemnestra Aegy. Fair morning to my Queen nay more my love how likes my sweet her change of bed-fellow Clyt. Look as an hallow leafelesse failing oake to whom for that h' hath bin her weight too long the earth denies to lend him moysture so his sap failes and he stands on a green ' mongst sprouting Elms that they may seeme more fresh whilst hee 's but held a monument of years Such one seem'd Agamemnon a dry tree thou like a sprouting Elme whom I embrace like twining Ivy with these now blest armes blest whilst this treasure in them they hold lockt Aegyst O who 'd not do a murder for a woman Heaven had but two things for the Gods reserv'd fire and women when with Giant strength Promotheus had tane one Jove in his rage threw him the to'ther bad him keep 'em both O th' are rare creatures they have such Meanders Their teares will come and go with such brave art Come now my Queen one sweet Ambrosian kisse O Nectar prethee hadst thou taught thy teares how they should flow before Clyt. No trust me love I knew my teares would soon be at command and faith the boy had almost made me weep really once Were not my curses rare Aegyst Yes all was woman-like but yet that boy he took it deeply would he were with his father so gon it skills not how were he away we would act freely all our lustful play Clyt. O but my love hee 's mine Nor can the raven dig her sharp beake into her own birds brest He will forget his father woe will breake 't is not the greatest griefe that most doth speake Aegyst O but hee 'll beare still a suspicious eye and who in bloody Scenes doth act a part thinks every eye doth penetrate his heart Nor can we ere be free or I enjoy true pleasures we must be but theeves at most close in delights and have a Pander still to be a Factor 'twixt thy bed and mine this we could have before what now we do the world should see done and applaud us too Clyt. Why my deare Love I that would set my hand to stain my marriage sheets with husbands blood would let these hands instructed now in ill not leave one arm of that uprooted tree Could but Aegistheus give me any hope that from this
O are you there I faith Spies Strophius and Electra dead a bed so close with your adulterer I 'll stab your lustful souls with your own knives Stabs them with Electra's knife Cass O clap clap O rare beyond expectation hold good heart do not burst with laughter Orest Will you not wake sleep sleep then your last Look how they fly i' th ayre Cas I see them see them Orest Why Jove dost mean to let them into heaven O th' art come down and gone to hell Pluto see Pluto hee 's afraid of them O spare my sides my sides my sides the blood O now you touch my ribs Cass Hey how he skips O excellent whips himself O sweet Catastrophe do's non see 't but I Clap clap again would all Priams sons and daughters were here now to help me laugh Orest Lash on lash on Canidia art thou there why grandsire would it were to do again nay Aeacus I feare no whipping posts lavgh'st thou thou witch I 'll follow thee to hell Exeunt currentes Scen. 5. Enter Pylades alone Pyl. Thus seeking others I have lost my self my friend and father banisht and whilst I wander to seek them for to ease their woe I here more grief proclaim'd against my friend that none must succor none must give him food and yet I 'll seek him and should all the laws that tyranny should think upon restrain I 'de draw my blood forth for to let him drink But O what 's here O I have found too soon one which I sought my fathers wearied soul Spies Strophius dead in sighs hath now expired out it self Now O ye sisters your great task is don you ne're untwine what you have once begun Thus obvious to our Fates t' our selves unkind we haste to seek that which too soon we find Alas why do our souls too greedy burn to hasten thither whence we nere return We run to 't of our selves ' sif death were slow should he come tardy we too soon should go For the first day that gives us our first breath doth make us a day nearer unto death All this huge world which now on earth so strive to morrow this time may not be alive Great Troy is down since Agamemnon fell since my dear father which but now was well O art thou come dear friend for thee I sought Enter Orestes here 's some food yet in spight of all the laws Orest Wilt bid me to dinner Pluto ha with what Give me no snakes I I go I go up to Cythaerus top I hate thy meat Pyl. Heavens he 's distracted now doth fury right when thus against her self her self doth fight 'T is I man here 't is Pylades not Pluto Orest Ha Pylades I they have banisht him but grandsire look too 't I 'll tear out your maw Pylades Pylades I come Pylad. Why I am he look friend dost not know me Or. Yes yes thou wert with me when I kil'd my mother and see the Furies now would whip thee too Alecto look look here 's Alecto too O Clytemnestra hay how the Lion skips and Taurus he would tosse me on his horns Look on the Ram see the Beare roars at me and Charon he would fling me into Styx Pylad. He fears the heavenly signs nay then now time hath brought true punishment on every crime Orest Dash out the puppets brains the little boy the bastard my mothers bastard so blood spin my mother kild my father kild the King but she got little by 't look on her brest it bleeds it bleeds so so Aegystheus so Pylad. O what a strange distemper stirs his brain Thou gentle Somnus in whom care doth rest kind father of cold death and son of peace which comes to Kings and poor men all alike bind his disturbed brain tie up his sense let him but live to die now t is not long before we both shall sing our funeral song Orest Ha! must I sink can I not keep aloft What is the stream so strong why then I 'll dive Falls a sleep and come to hell the sooner Pylad. So gentle sleep thou gather'st up his wandring brains again this is but half dead yet half dead he lies but t is not long before he wholly dyes Musick within Heark they play Musick O these sounds do harm enticing wo with their melodious charm These please not men in woe these time do keep but miseries best falling is to weep Our stops are nought but sobs our hearts we bring whereon we prick the sol-fa which we sing A song within together with the Musick Weep weep you Argonauts Bewail the day That first to fatal Troy You took your way Weep Greece weep Greece Two Kings are dead Argos thou Argos now a grave Where Kings are buried No heire no heire is left But one that 's mad See Argos hast not thou Cause to be sad Sleep sleep wild brain Rest rock thy sence Live if thou canst To grieve for thy offence Weep weep you Argonauts c. Pyl. Peace Musick peace our plaints have louder cries a heart that 's sad can never harmonize Grief cannot keep his time all time 's too long sighs are best sem-briefs to his doleful song My ditties mournful though thou sweetly play thus do we all even blow our lives away Orestes wakes But dost thou wake Orestes is rest fled sleep ne'r dwels long in a molested head Orest Hark hark the Furies entertain my mother Orpheus would fetch Euridice from hell see he looks back wouldst venture so thou fool I 'de see my mother burnt before I de goe why shouldst thou bring her she would stifle thee stifle thee in thy bed as my mother did Pyl. Still harping on thy mother Orest Harping no let Orpheus harp O I she was she was a very very Harpie Pyl. Thus madness playes and keeps a certain measure in his words Orest O I suckt out my mothers dearest blood I did indeed O she plagues me for 't now O I must goe lie down in Tytius place Ixion too he Sir would fain resign I scorn your petty plagues I 'll have a worse O the vulture the wheel the vulture Pyl. See how his conscious thoughts like fiends of hell do arm themselves and lash his guilty soul He see 's no vulture nor no Scorpion strikes yet doth his conscience whip his bloody heart he needs no witnesses he hath within a thousand thoughts which testifie his sin No punishment so strict no deadly smart as private guilt that smiteth on the heart Orest I did I do confesse I did I killd them all ript up the womb that bear me nay I did O Tantalus thy plague some meat some meat who pulls those apples hence let them alone nay sink to the bottom I will follow thee Lies down to drink the rivers dry my mother hath drunk all Pyl. Alas come go with me we will find drink Orest Is Pluto's buttry ope his drink 's too hot I doubt 't will scald me but I 'll tast on