shall be torne in peeces with diuels and goblins Corcut. By all the ioyes thou hop'st to haue in heauen Giue some meate to poore hunger-starued men Bulli. Oh these are as a man should say beggars Now will I be as stately to them as if I were maister Pigwiggen our constable well sirs come before me tell me if I should entertain you would you not steale Page If we did meane so sir we would not make your worship acquainted with it Bulli. A good well nutrimented lad well if you will keepe my sheepe truly and honestly keeping your hands from lying and slandering and your tongues from picking and stealing you shall be maister Bullithrumbles seruitures Corcut. With all our hearts Bulli. Then come on and follow me we will haue a hogges cheek and a dish of tripes and a societie of puddings to field a societie of puddings did you marke that well vsed metaphor Another would haue said a company of puddings if you dwel with me long sirs I shall make you as eloquent as our parson himselfe Exeunt Corcut and Bullithrumble Page Now is the time when I may be enrich'd The brethren that were sent by Selimus To take my Lord Prince Corcut prisoner Finding him fled proposed large rewards To them that could declare where he remaines Faith I le to them and get the portagues Though by the bargain Corcut loose his head Exit Page Enter Selimus Sinam-bassa the courses of Mustaffa and Aga with funerall pompe Mustaffa and the Ianizaries Seli. Why thus must Selim blind his subiect eies And straine his owne to weep for Baiazet They will not dreame I made him away When thus they see me with religious pompe To celebrate his tomb-blacke mortarie To himselfe And though my heart cast in an iron mould Cannot admit the smallest dramme of griefe Yet that I may be thought to loue him well I le mourne in shew though I reioyce indeed To the courses Thus after he hath fiue long ages liu'd The sacred Phoenix of Arabia Loadeth his wings with pretious perfumes And on the altar of the golden sunne Offers himselfe a gratefull sacrifice Long didst thou liue triumphant Baiazet A feare vnto thy greatest enemies And now that death the conquerour of Kings Dislodged hath thy neuer dying soule To flee vnto the heauens from whence she came And leaue her fraile earth pauilion Thy bodie in this auntient monument Where our great predecessours sleep in rest Suppose the Temple of Mahomet Thy wofull sonne Selimus thus doth place Thou wert the Phoenix of this age of ours And diedst wrapped in the sweete perfumes Of thy magnifick deeds whose lasting praise Mounteth to highest heauen with golden wings Princes come beare your Emperour companie In till the dayes of mourning be ore past And then we meane to rouze false Acomat And cast him foorth of Macedonia Exeunt All Enter Hali Cali Corcuts Page and one or two souldiers Page My Lords if I bring you not where Corcut is then let me be hanged but if I deliuer him vp into your hands then let me haue the reward due to so good a deed Hali. Page if thou shew vs where thy maister is Be sure thou shalt be honoured for the deed And high exalted aboue other men Enter Corcut and Bullithrumble Page That same is he that in disguised robes Accompanies yon shepheard to the fields Cor. The sweet content that country life affoords Passeth the royall pleasures of a King For there our ioyes are interlaced with feares But here no feare nor care is harboured But a sweete calme of a most quiet state Ah Corcut would thy brother Selimus But let thee liue here should'st thou spend thy life Feeding thy sheep among these grassie lands But sure I wonder where my Page is gone Hali Corcut Corcut. A y-me who nameth me Halâ— Hali the gouernour of Magnesia Poore prince thou thoughtst in these disguised weeds To maske vnseene and happily thou might'st But that thy Page betraied thee to vs And be not wrath with vs vnhappie prince If we do what our soueraigne commands T is for thy death that Selim sends for thee Cor. Thus I like poore Ampharaus sought By hiding my estate in shepheards coate T escape the angry wrath of Selimus But as his wife false Eriphyle did Betray his safetie for a chaine of gold So my false Page hath vilely dealt with me Pray God that thou maist prosper so as she Hali I know thou sorrowest for my case But it is bootlesse come and let vs go Corcut is readie since it is must be so Cali. Shepheard Bulli. That 's my profession sir Cali. Come you must go with vs Bulli. Who I Alasse sir I haue a wife and seuenteene cradles rocking two ploughs going two barnes filling and a great heard of beasts feeding and you should vtterly vndo me to take me to such a great charge Cali. Well there is no remedie Exeunt all but Bullithrumble stealing from them closely away Bulli. The more 's the pitie Go with you quoth he marrie that had bene the way to preferment downe Holburne vp Tiburne well I le keepe my best ioynt from the strappado as well as I can hereafter I le haue no more seruants Exit running away Enter Selimus Sinam-Bassa Mustaffa and the Ianizaries Seli. Sinam we heare our brother Acomat Is fled away from Macedonia To aske for aide of Persian Ismael And the Aegyptian Soldane our chiefe foes Sinam Herein my Lord I like his enterprise For if they giue him aide as sure they will Being your highnesse vowed enemies You shall haue iust cause for to warre on them For giuing succour gainst you to your foe You know they are two mightie Potentates And may be hurtfull neighbours to your grace And to enrich the Turkish Diademe With two so worthie kingdomes as they are Would be eternall glorie to your name Seli. By heauens Sinam th' art a warriour And worthie counceller vnto a King Sound within Enter CaliHali and Hali with Corcut and his Page How now what newes Calâ—. My gratious Lord we here present to you Your brother Corcut whom in Smirna coasts Feeding a flocke of sheepe vpon a downe His traitrous Page betraied to our hands Seli. Thanks ye bold brethren but for that false part Let the vile Page be famished to death Corcut. Selim in this I see thou art a Prince To punish treason with condigne reward Seli. O sir I loue the fruite that treason brings But those that are the traitors them I hate But Corcut could not your Philosophie Keepe you safe from my Ianizaries hands We thought you had old Gyges wondrous ring That so you were inuisible to vs Cor. Selim thou dealst vnkindly with thy brother To seeke my death and make a iest of me vpbraid'st thou me with my philosophie Why this I learn'd by studying learned arts That I can beare my fortune as it falles And that I feare no whit thy crueltie Since thou wilt deale no otherwise with me Then thou hast
THE TRAGEDY OF SELIMVS Emperour of the Turkes Written T. G. LONDON Printed for Iohn Crooke and Richard Serger and are to be sold at their shop in Pauls Church-yard at the signe of the GreyHound 1638 THE FIRST PART OF THE most tyrannicall Tragedie and raigne of Selimus Emperour of the Turkes and grandfather to him that now raigneth Enter Baiazet Emperour of Turkie Mustaffa Cherseoly and the Iannisaries Baiazet LEaue me my Lords vntill I call you foor For I am heauie and disconsolate Exeunt all but Baiazet So Baiazet now thou remainst alone Vnrip the thoughts that harbour in thy brest And eate thee vp for arbiter here 's none That may discrie the cause of thy vnrest Vnlesse these walles thy secret thoughts declare And Princes walles they say vnfaithfull Why that 's the profit of great regiment That all of vs are subiect vnto feares And this vaine shew and glorious intent Priuie suspition on each scruple reares I though on all the world we make extent From the South-pole vnto the Northren beares And stretch our raign from East to Western shore Yet doubt and care are with vs euermore Looke how the earth clad in her sommers pride Embroydereth her mantle gorgiously With fragrant hearbes and flowers gaily dide Spreading abroad her spangled Tapistrie Yet vnder all a loathsome snake doth hide Such is our life vnder Crownes cares do lie And feare the scepter still attends vpon Oh who can take delight in kingly throne Publike disorders ioyn'd with priuate carke Care of our friends and of our children deare Do tosse our liues as waues a silly barke Though we be fearelesse t is not without feare For hidden mischiefe lurketh in the darke And stormes may fall be the day nere so cleare He knowes not what it is to be a King That thinks a scepter is a pleasant thing Twice fifteene times hath faire Latonaes sonne Walked about the world with his great light Since I began would I had nere begunne To sway this scepter Many a carefull night When Cynthia in hast to bed did runne Haue I with watching vext my aged spright Since when what dangers I haue ouerpast Would make a heart of adamant agast The Persian Sophi mightie Ismaell Tooke the Levante cleane away from mee And Caraguis Bassa sent his force to quell Was kild himselfe the while his men did flee Poore Hali Bassa hauing once sped well And gaind of him a bloodie victorie Was at the last slaine fighting in the field Charactering honor in his batt'red shield Ramirchan the Tartarian Emperour Gathering to him a number numberlesse Of bigbond Tartars in a haplesse houre Encountred me and there my chiefest blesse Good Alemshae ah this remembrance soure Was slaine the more t' augment my sad distresse In leesing Alemshae poore I lost more Then euer I had gained theretofore Well may thy soule rest in her latest graue Sweete Alemshae the comfort of my dayes That thou might'st liue how often did I craue How often did I bootlesse praiers raise To that high power that life first to thee gaue Trustie wast thou to me at all assaies And deerest child thy father oft hath cride That thou hadst liu'd so he himselfe had dide The Christian Armies oftentimes defeated By my victorious fathers valiance Haue all my Captaines famously confronted And crackt in two our vncontrolled lance My strongest garrisons they haue supplanted And ouerwhelmed me in sad mischance And my decrease so long wrought their increase Till I was forc'd conclude a friendly peace Now all these are but forraine dammages Taken in warre whose die vncertaine is But I shall haue more home-borne outrages Vnlesse my diuination aimes amisse I haue three sonnes all of vnequall ages And all in diuerse studies set their blisse Corcut my eldest a Philosopher Acomat pompous Selmi a warriour Corcut in faire Magnesia leades his life In learning Arts and Mahounds dreaded lawes Acomat loues to court it with his wife And in a pleasant quiet ioyes to pause But Selmi followes warres in dismall strife And snatcheth at my Crowne with greedy clawes But he shall misse of that he aimeth at For I reserue it for my Acomat For Acomat Alasse it cannot be Stearne Selimus hath wonne my peoples hart The Ianissaries loue him more then me And for his cause will suffer any smart They see he is a friend to chiualrie And sooner will they from my faith depart And by strong hand Baiazet pull thee downe Then let their Selmi hop without the Crowne Ah if the souldiers ouerrule thy state And nothing must be done without their will If euery base and vpstart runnagate Shall crosse a Prince and ouerthwart him still If Corcut Selimus and Acomat With crowns and kingdoms shal their hungers fill Poore Baiazet what then remaines to thee But the bare title of thy dignitie I and vnlesse thou do dissemble all And winke at Selimus aspiring thought The Bassaes cruelly shall worke thy fall And then thy Empire is but deerly bought Ah that our sonnes thus to ambition thrall Should set the law of Nature all at nought But what must be cannot chuse but be done Come Bassaes enter Baiazet hath done Enters againe Cherseoli. Dread Emperour long may you happie liue Lou'd of your subiects and feard of your foes We wonder much what doth your highnesse grieue That you will not vnto your Lords disclose Perhaps you feare least we your loyall Peeres Would prooue disloyall to your Maiestie And be rebellious in your dying yeeres But mightie Prince the heauens can testifie How dearly we esteeme your safetie Mustaf. Perhaps you thinke Mustaffa wil reuok And leaue your grace and cleaue to Selimus But sooner shall th' almighties thunderbolt Strike me downe to the caue tenebrious The lowest land and damned spirits hoâ—t Then true Mustaffa prooue so treacherous Your Maiestie then needs not much to feare Since you are lou'd of subiect Prince and Peere First shall the Sunne rise from the occident And loose his steeds benighted in the East First shall the sea become the continent Ere we forsake our soueraignes beheast We fought not for you gainst Persians Tent Breaking our Launces on his sturdie creast We fought not for you gainst the Christian hoast To become traytors after all our cost Baia. Heare me Mustaffa and Cherseoli I am a father of a headstrong brood Which if I looke not closely to my selfe Will seeke to ruinate their fathers state Euen as the vipers in great Neroes fenne Eate vp the belly that first nourish'd them You see the haruest of my life is past And aged winter hath besprent my head With a hoare frost of siluer coloured haires The harbingers of honourable eld These branchlike vaines which once did guide my armes To tosse the speare in battellous array Now withered haue lost their former strength My sonnes whom now ambition ginnes to pricke May take occasion of my weakned age And rise in rebell armes against my state But staie here comes a Messenger to vs Sound within Enters
a Messenger Messen. Health and good hap to Baiazet The great commander of all Asia Selmi the Soldane of great Trebisond Sends me vnto your grace to signifie His alliance with the King of Tartary Baia. Said I not Lords as much to you before That mine own sonnes would seek my ouerthrow And see here comes a lucklesse messenger To prooue that true which my mind did foretell Does Selim make so small account of vs That he dare marry without our consent And to that diell too of Tartarie And could he then vnkind so soone forget The iniuries that Ramir did to me Thus to consort himselfe with him gainst me Cher e Your maiestie misconsters Selimus It cannot be that he in whose high thoughts A map of many valures is enshrin'd Should seeke his fathers ruine and decay Selimus is a Prince of forward hope Whose onely name affrights your enemies It cannot be he should prooue false to you Baia. Can it not be Oh yes Cherseoli For Selimus hands do itch to haue the Crowne And he will haue it or else pull me downe Is he a Prince ah no he is a sea Into which runne nought but ambitious reaches Seditious complots murther fraud and hate Could he not let his father know his mind But match himselfe when I least thought on it Must. Perhaps my Lord Selimus lou'd the dame And feard to certifie you of his loue Because her father was your enemie Baia. In loue Mustaffa Selimus in loue If he be Lording t is not Ladies loue But loue of rule and kingly soueraigntie for wherefore should he feare t' ask my consent Trully Mustaffa if he had feard me He neuer would haue lou'd mine enemie But this his marriage with the Tartars daughter Is but the prologue to his crueltie And quickly shall we haue the Tragedie Which though he act with meditated brauerie The world will neuer giue him plauditie What yet more newes Sound within Enters another Messenger Mess. Dread Emperour Selimus is at hand Two hundreth thousand strong Tartarians Armed at all points dooes he lead with him Besides his followers from Trebisond Baia. I thought so much of wicked Selimus Oh forlorne hopes and haplesse Baiazet Is dutie then exiled from his brest Which nature hath inscrib'd with golden pen Deepe in the hearts of honourable men Ah Selim Selim wert thou not my sonne But some strange vnacquainted forreiner Whom I should honour as I honour'd thee Yet would it greeue me euen vnto the death If he should deale as thou hast dealt with me And thou my sonne to whom I freely gaue The mightie Empire of great Trebisond Art too vnnatural to requite me thus Good Alemshae hadst thou liu'd till this day Thou wouldst haue blushed at thy brothers minde Come sweete Mustaffa come Cherseoli And with some good aduice recomfort me Exeunt All Enter Selimus Sinam Bassa Otrante Cochialie and the souldiers Seli. Now Selimus consider who thou art Long hast thou marched in disguis'd attire But now vnmaske thy selfe and play thy part And manifest the heate of thy desire Nourish the coales of thine ambitious fire And thinke that then thy Empire is most sure When men for feare thy tyrannie endure Thinke that to thee there is no vvorse reproach Then filiall dutie in so high a place Thou oughtst to set barrels of blood abroach And seeke with swoord whole kingdomes to displace Let Mahounds lawes be lockt vp in their case And meaner men and of a baser spirit In vertuous actions seeke for glorious merit I count it sacriledge for to be holy Or reuerence this thred-bare name of good Leaue to old men and babes that kind of follie Count it of equall value with the mud Make thou a passage for thy gushing floud By slaughter treason or what else thou can And scorne religion it disgraces man My father Baiazet is weake and old And hath not much aboue two yeares to liue The Turkish Crowne of Pearle and Ophir gold He meanes to his deare Acomat to giue But ere his ship can to her hauen driue I le send abroad my tempests in such sort That she shall sinke before she get the port Alasse alasse his highnesse aged head Is not sufficient to support a Crowne Then Selimus take thou it in his leed And if at this thy boldnesse he dare frowne Or but resist thy will then pull him downe For since he hath so short a time t' enioy it I le make it shorter or I will destroy him Nor passe I what our holy votaries Shall here obiect against my forward minde I wreake not of their foolish ceremonies But meane to take my fortune as I finde Wisedome commands to follow tide and winde And catch the front of swift occasion Before she be too quickly ouergone Some man will say I am too impious Thus to laie siege against my fathers life And that I ought to follow vertuous And godly sonnes that vertue is a glasse Wherein I may my errant life behold And frame my selfe by it in auncient mould Good sir your wisedomes ouerflowing wit Digs deepe with learnings wonder-working spade Perhaps you thinke that now forsooth you sit With some graue wisard in a pratling shade Auant such glasses let them view in me The perfect picture of right tyrannie I like a Lions looke not worth a leeke When euery dog depriues him of his pray These honest termes are farre inough to seeke When angry Fortune menaceth decay My resolution treads a nearer way Giue me the heart conspiring with the hand In such a cause my father to withstand Is he my father why I am his sonne I owe no more to him then he to me If he proceed as he hath now begunne And passe from me the Turkish Seigniorie To Acomat then Selimus is free And if he iniure me that am his sonne Faith all the loue twixt him and me is done But for I see the schoolemen are prepard To plant gainst me their bookish ordinance I meane to stand on a sentencious gard And without any far fetcht circumstance Quickly vnfold mine owne opinion To arme my heart with irreligion When first this circled round this building faire Some God tooke out of the confused masse What God I do not know nor greatly care Then euery man of his owne dition was And euery one his life in peace did passe Warre was not then and riches were not knowne And no man said thisâ— or this is mine owne The plough-man with a furrow did not marke How farre his great possessions did reach The earth knew not the share nor seas the barke The souldiers entred not the battred breach Nor Trumpets the tantara loud did teach There needed them no iudge nor yet no law Nor any King of whom to stand in awe But after Ninus warlike Belus sonne The earth with vnknowne armour did warray Then first the sacred name of King begunne And things that were as common as the day Did then to set possessours first obey Then they establisht
his confirmation at thy hands Enter Cali Bassa Selimus Hali Bassa Sinam and the Ianizaries Sinam Baiazet we the captaines of thy hoast Knowing thy weake and too vnwildie age Vnable is longer to gouerne vs Haue chosen Selimus thy yoonger sonne That he may be our leader and our guide Against the Sophi and his Persians Gainst the victorious Soldane Tonumbey Their wants but thy consent which we wil haue Or hew thy bodie peece-meale with our swords Baia. Needs must I giue what is alreadie gone He takes of his crowne Here Selimus thy father Baiazet Weeried with cares that wait vpon a king Resignes the crowne as willingly to thee As ere my father gaue it vnto me Sets it on his head All Long liue Selimus Emperour of Turkes Baia. Liue thou a long and a victorious raigne And be triumpher of thine enemies Aga and I will to Dimoticum And liue in peace the remnant of our dayes Exit Baiazet and Aga Seli. Now sit I like the arme strong son of loue When after he had all his monsters quell'd He was recein'd in heauen mongst the gods And had faire Hebe for his louely bride As many labours Selimus hath had And now at length attained to the crowne This is my Hebe and this is my heaven Baiazet goeth to Dimeticum And there he purposes to liue at ease But Selimus as long as he is on earth Thou shalt not sleep in rest without some broyle For Baiazet is vnconstant as the winde To make that sure I haue a platforme laid Baiazet hath with him a cunning Iew Professing phisicke and so skill'd therein As if he had pow'r ouer life and death Withall a man so stout and resolute That he will venture any thing for gold This Iew with some intoxicated drinke Shall poyson Baiazet and that blind Lord Then one of Hydraes heads is cleane cut off Go some and fetch Abraham the Iewe Exit one for Abraham Corcut thy pageant next is to be plaid For though he be a graue Philosopher Giuen to read Mahomets dread Iewes And Razins toyes and Auicennaes drugges Yet he may haue a longing for the crowne Besides he may by diuellish Negromancie Procure my death or worke my ouerthrow The diuell still is readie to do harme Hali you and your brother presently Shall with an armie to Magnesia There you shall find the scholler at his booke And hear'st thou Hali strangle him Exeunt Hali and Cali Corcut once dead then Acomat remaines Whose death wil make me certaine of the crowne These heads of Hydra are the principall When these are off some other will arise As Amurath and Aladin sonnes to Acomat My sister Solyma Mustaffaes wife All these shall suffer shipwrack on a shelfe Rather then Selim will be drown'd himselfe Enter Abraham the Iew Iew thou art welcome vnto Selimus I haue a piece of seruice for you sir But on your life be secret in the deed Get a strong poyson whose enuenom'd taste May take away the life of Baiazet Before he passe forth of Bizantium Abra. I warrant you my gratious soueraigne He shall be quickly sent vnto his graue For I haue potions of so strong a force That whosoeuer touches them shall die Speakes aside And wold your grace would once but tast of them I could as willingly affoord them you As your aged father Baiazet My Lord I am resolu'd to do the deed Exit Abraham Seli. So this is well for I am none of those That make a conscience for to kill a man For nothing is more hurtfull to a Prince Then to be scrupulous and religious I like Lysanders counsell passing well If that I cannot speed with lyons force To cloath my complots in a foxes skin For th' onely things that wrought our Empirie Were open wrongs and hidden trecherie Oh th' are two wings wherewith I vse to flie And soare aboue the common fort If any seeke our wrongs to remedie With these I take his meditation short And one of these shall stil maintaine my cause Or foxes skin or lions rending pawes Exeunt All Enter Baiazet Aga in mourning clokes Abraham the Iew with a cup Baia. Come Aga let sit us and mourne a while For fortune neuer shew'd her selfe so crosse To any Prince as to poore Baiazet That wofull Emperour first of my name Whom the Tartarians locked in cage To be a spectacle to all the world Was ten times happier then I am For Tamberlaine the scourge of nations Was he that puld him from his kingdome so But mine owne sonnes expell me from the throne Ah where shall I begin to make my mone Or what shall I first recken in my plaint From my youth vp I haue bene drown'd in woe And to my latest houre I shall be so You swelling seas of neuer ceasing care Whose waues my weather-beaten ship do tosse Your boystrous billowes too vnruly are And threaten still my ruine and my losse Like hugie mountaines do your waters reare Their loftie toppes and my weake vessell crosse Alas at length allaie your stormie strife And cruell wrath within me rages rise Or else my feeble barke cannot endure Your slashing buffets and outragious blowes But while thy foamie floud doth it immure Shall soone be wrackt vpon the sandie shallowes Griefe my leaud boat-swaine stirreth nothing sure But without stars gainst tide and wind he rowes And cares not though vpon some rock we split A restlesse pilot for the charge vnfit But out alasse the god that vales the sea And can alone this raging tempest slent Will neuer blow a gentle gale of case But suffer my poore vessell to be rent Then ô thou blind procurer of mischance That staist thy selfe vpon turning wheele Thy cruel hand even when thou wilt enhance And pierce my poore hart with thy chrillant steele Aga. Cease Baiazet now it is Agas turne Rest thou a while and gather vp more teares The while poore Aga tell his Tragedie When first my mother brought me to the world Some blazing Comet ruled in the skie Portending miserable chance to me My parents were but men of poore estate And happie yet had wretched Aga bene If Baiazet had not exalted him Poore Aga had it not bene much more faire T' haue died among the cruell Persians Then thus at home by barbarous tyrannie To liue and neuer see the cheerfull day And to want hands wherewith to feele the way Ba. Leaue weeping Aga we haue wept inough Now Baiazet will ban another while And vtter curses to the concaue skie Which may infect the regions of the ayre And bring a generall plague on all the world Night thou most antient grand-mother of all First made by Ioue for rest and quiet sleepe When cheerful day is gon from th' earths wide hall Henceforth thy mantle in blak Lethe sleepe And cloath the world in darknesse infernall Suffer not once the ioyfull dailight peepe But let thy pitchie steeds aye draw thy waine And coaleblack silence in the world still raigne Curse on my parents that
first brought me vp And on the cradle wherein I was rockt Curse on the day when first I was created The chiefe commander of all Asia Curse on my sonnes that drive me to this griefe Curse on my selfe that can finde no reliefe And curse on him an euerlasting curse That quench'd those lampes of euerburning light And tooke away my Agas warlike hands And curse on all things vnder the wide skie Ah Aga I haue curst my stomacke drie Abra. I haue a drinke my Lords of noble worth Which soone will calme your stormie passions And glad your hearts if so you please to taste it Baia. for who art thou that thus doest pitie vs Abra. Your highnesse humble seruant AbrahaÌ„ Baia. Abraham sit downe and drink to Baiazet Abra. Faith I am old as well as Baiazet And haue not many months to liue on earth I care not much to end my life with him Heer 's to you Lordings with a full carouse He drinkes Baia. Here Aga wofull Baiazet drinkes to thee Abraham hold the cup to him while he drinkes Abra. Now know old Lords that you haue drunk your last This was a potion which I did prepare To poyson you by Selimus instigation And now it is dispersed through my bones And glad I am that such companions Shall go with me downe to Proserpina He dies Baia. Ah wicked Iew ah cursed Selimus How haue the destins dealt with Baiazet That none shuld cause my death but mine own son Had Ismael and his warlike Persians Pierced my bodie with their iron speares Or had the strong vnconquer'd Tonumbey With his Aegyptians tooke me prisoner And sent me with his valiant Mammalukes To be praie vnto the Crocodilus It neuer would haue grieu'd me halfe so much But welcome death into whose calmie port My sorrow-beaten soule ioyes to arriue And now farewell my disobedient sonnes Vnnaturall sonnes vnworthie of that name Farewell sweete life and Aga now farewell Till we shall meete in the Elysian fields He dies Aga. What greater griefe had mournful Priamus Then that he liu'd to see his Hector die His citie burnt downe by reuenging flames And poore Polites slaine before his face Aga thy griefe is matchable to his For I haue liu'd to see my soueraignes death Yet glad that I must breath my last with him And now farewell sweet light which my poore eyes These twice six moneths neuer did behold Aga will follow noble Baiazet And beg a boone of louely Proserpine That he and I may in the mournfull fields Still weepe and waile our strange calamities He dies Enter Bullithrumble the shepheard running in hast and laughing to himselfe Bulli. Ha ha ha married quoth you Marry and Bullithrumble were to begin the world againe I would set a tap abroach and not liue in daily feare of the breach of my wiues ten-commandemens I le tell you what I thought my selfe as proper a fellow at wasters as any in all our village and yet when my wife begins to plaie clubbes trumpe with me I am faine to sing What hap had I to marry a shrew For she hath giuen me many a blow And how to please her alas I do not know From morne to euen her toong ne'r lies Sometime she laughs sometime she cries And I can scarce keep her taleÌ„ts fro my eies When from abroad I do come in Sir knaue she cries where haue you bin Thus please or displease she laies it on my skin Then do I crouch then do I kneele And wish my cap were furr'd with steele To beare the blows that my poore head doth feele But our sir Iohn beshrew thy hart For thou hast ioynd vs we cannot part And I poore foole must euer beare the smart I le tell you what this morning while I was making me readie she came with a holly wand and so blest my shoulders that I was faine to runne through a whole Alphabet of faces now at the last seeing she was so cramuk with me I began to sweare all the crisse crosse row ouer beginning at great A litle a til I cam to w x y. And snatching vp my sheephooke my bottle and my bag like a desperate fellow ranne away and here now I le sit downe and eate my meate While he is eating Enter Corcut and his Page disguised like mourners Cor. O hatefull hellish snake of Tartary That feedest on the soule of noblest men Damned ambition cause of all miserie Why doest thou creep from out thy loathsome fen And with thy poyson animatest friends And gape and long one for the others ends Selimus could'st thou not content thy mind With the possession of the sacred throne Which thou didst get by fathers death vnkind Whose poison'd ghost before high God doth grone But thou must seeke poore Corcuts ouerthrow That neuer iniured thee so nor so Old Halies sonnes with two great companie Of barded horse were sent from Selimus To take me prisoner in Magnesia And death I am sure should haue befell to me If they had once but set their eyes on me So thus disguised my poore Page and I Fled fast to Smirna where in a darke caue We meant t' await th' arriuall of some ship That might transâ—â—eit vs safely vnto Rhodes But see how fortune crost my enterprise Bostangi Bassa Selims sonne in law Kept all the sea coasts with his Brigandines That if we had but ventured on the sea I presently had bene his prisoner These two dayes haue we kept vs in the caue Eating such hearbes as the ground did affoord And now through hunger are we both constrain'd Like fearefull snakes to creep out step by step And see if we may get vs any food And in good time see yonder sits a man Spreading a hungry dinner on the grasse Bullithrumble spies them and puts vp his meate Bull. These are some felonians that seeke to rob me well I le make my selfe a good deale valianter then I am indeed and if they will needes creep into kindred with me I le betake me to my old occupation and runne away Corcut. Haile groome Bull. Good Lord sir you are deceiued my names master Bullithrumble this is some cousoning conicatching crosbiter that would faine perswade me he knowes me and so vnder a tence of familiaritie and acquaintance vncle me of victuals Corcut. Then Bullithrumble if that be thy name Bull. My name sir ô Lord yes and if you wil not beleeue me I wil bring my godfathers and godmothers and they shal swear it vpon the font-stone and vpon the church booke too where it is written Bull. Masse I thinke he be some Iustice of peace ad quorum and omnium populorum how he famines me a christian yes marrie am I sir yes verely and do beleeue and it please you I le goe forward in my catechisme Corcut. Then Bullithrumble by that blessed Christ And by the tombe where he was buried By soueraigne hope which thou conceiu'st in him Whom dead as euerliuing thou adorest Bull. O Lord helpe me I