she onely seems a Torch Prepar'd to attend the Funerals of some mighty man Peo Thou more contemned •ight Than is the Dead-mans Torch Within the secret Monument The Sun shines forth Which onely lights friends to their last farewell I would some new born Phae•on had whipt thee from the Skie Down to the restless Ocean That thy diffused Rayes might there have been exstinguisht Then might I here the Prince of pleasure raing'd Unenvied 'cause unseen of the mali•ious world Irene See poor Demosthenes Demosthenes with a dejected countenance stands by The alone partaker of our griefs Surpriz'd with equal passion Like us in a Letha•gick Muse forgets the time Peo Come come our fiery passions are too great To suffer cold Distempers thus to stupifie Dem. Blest be that Reformation And collected manhood take leave in heart 'T is farr spent day Peo Me-thinks the purity of the great Globe Of Heaven and Earth He embraces her Is circumvented all within mine arms Can I from thee thou Universal Spirit be banisht No the pure refin'd Imaginations of my Spirits Will still be active in creating thee anew He kisses her Oh! the •avisht pleasure of this Kiss Makes me despair the enjoyment is so full my bliss is at the height My Soul farewell Dem. Lady give me a farewel of your hand Kisses her hand And Heavens smile on thee Iren. Farewel my Love farewel my honest friend Good Fares prosper your speed Exit Paeo. and Daemo Manet Irene A SONG Farewel delight pleasures adieu He 's gone by whom you to me did accrew Go where you 'r welcome and may be Enjoy'd your course as you have been by me And when you h•ve wheeled the world about Returning chance I have found Lovers out Till then I 'le mou•n and mou•ning sing Though I be lov'd and courted of a King Come in Enter one knocking a Messenger Mes. Save you Madam A noble Captain desirous to accomplish our great triumph Hath b•az'd your beauty to the Emperour Who doth by me his messenger invite your presence And for this purpose I with a noble Guard Such as become your State attend you Irene Sir He takes my beauty at a disadvantage For with some friends h' as past the time till late last night And am not yet accomplish to see his Majestly Mes. Really Lady We have command not empty to return Irene I must and will obey his Highness commands Exit with them Enter Mahomet and the Captains in private conference Mah. Where had this perfection Who not enjoy'd lames our great Conquest Cap. Dread Sovereign I sav'd her from the Embraces of a common slave That would have wrested her to his desire And prizing her I found her onely fit for your great self And I in duty and obedience have told your Majesty of her Mah. Thou shalt not lose by 't how ere it hap Enter knocking Enter Messenger with Irene Irene Great Emperour She prostrates herself Your Vassal humbly prostrate Wa•ts your Highness pleasure Mah. Lady Great Your perfections are too heavenly And ill befit to g•ovel upon Earth Be pleased to r•se Reaches his hand to her Irene How ere it is my duty your Greatness Doth command me Mah. 'T is st•ange the fatal breath of our great Guns Together with the smother'd Air Of your down tumbling Fabricks Should have conceal'd this beauty Which if the mighty Globe should crush together Contai•s such sacred Rayes would dart into another world Irene Most mighty Sir The best of my deservings Have near attain'd the honour of your presence What shall I think of this your praise It is your Highness pleasure With these Hyperbolies to whet your Eloquence on me A poor unworthy subject Mah. Madam The great distrust you have on me I value not For 't is a Maxime wise To try before you trust But the debasing of your self 'T is petty Blasphemy and grieves me much For know the pleasures of Court With all the best of us you shall command Enter Mes. Mes. The Bashaw of Natolia Attends your Majesty Mah. Well! What 's his great heart But go I am at leisure Exit Madam Your look's so full an Academy Where the sweet Discipline so quaintly is abridg'd That in this little gap of time I flatter Me a true Proficient Me-thinks my unbridled Nature Is so sweetly calm'd That I could cringe and bow before a beauty And call a moderate blush into this countenance Which heretofore sparkl'd destruction And pursue my Lips into a chirping smile Which heretofore mov'd onely in the accents Of command and death To a Gentleman Go hence prepare fit entertainment for this fair one see that two of the best and truest Eunuchs attend her pleasure Under correction my beloved Kisses her I 'le exercise before we part Irene Your Vassal is rejoyc'd in her obedience Exit Irene Mah. I find change This touch yields greater pleasure Then if my brows were circumvented With the Imperial Crown of all the Earth Welcome Natolia Enter Natolia Nato Great Sir Me-thinks you have forgot Constantinople Mah. Hum Thou' rt almost turn'd a Prophet Why well may I forget that great Imperial now When that her Crown lies here I am sure Hadrianople now Contains the imperial M•stress of the World But quick assemble our great Councel all I will converse of it a while Nat. They 'r , in a moment as one man Prepar'd to attend your Excellence I will go hasten your commands Exit Natolia Maho Solus My mighty Name and wand•ing Spirit Which heretofore scorn'd confinement Within the Lists of the wide World Are by this Sovereing beauty now so captivate That they would wish restraint Within the narrow Concave of her Breast for ever And could I but unrival'd in her Affections Reign Lord Paramont in freedom void of danger I 'de throw my inferiour Conquests from my hands And spurn this g•lt• temptation from my brow The Beggarly Rewarder of my emptied Veins I 'm call'd to Councel What make I there A Statue to fill up a place For here remains my Life my Soul and Spirits all ••'d fast in Golden Manacles Whose charming bondage is so sweet That were I sure that Sirene-like ' swould bring me to destruction I 'de not relinquisht I le send for her and from her Lips Partake so much refreshment So cordelize my Spirits till I return So ho there Go court Irene here in heart When the Emperour calls Enter a Gentleman Mes. I shall great Sir Mes. Dread Sir the Royal Court attends you Mah. Are they so soon in full Assembly Enter a Messenger Mes. Full halt an hour ago Great Sir Mah. Withdraw Enter Irene Great places have a Court of trouble I must forsake my happiness a while I sent to take my leave of you Before the Leaden foct of Time Hath pres• two Glasses •orth I will ret•rn And here expect you Ire I will attend your Greatness Exeunt Enter the great Bashaws in Court 1 I wonder of our forward Prince 2 He was not wont to
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
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