if he fall â—…till noble wrath remaines In his amased Trunke not â—…ll the darts Stucke in his sides making him aâ—… one wound Aâ—…right his courage but wrath lending weapons Himselfe doth seeme a new and horrid Warre Nor are those Milke-sops which beguile the time With â—…tealing minutes from their Ladies lips Such as the Gods doe love foras the Winde Looseth it's force if it be not oppos'd With woods of strong and stubborne planted trees So vertue if it waâ—…ke in troden paths That breakes up honours gap and makes the way Through pathes of death that flame burnes strong Which is resisted valor â—…hines in wrong Of Alexanders Souldiers be this sed Warre was aâ—… 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 tâ—…o narrow for thy worth And although 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 â—…hew their vertue in That is the crime o' th â—…ods and not their sinnes * 'T is a decree of a true Soulâ—…iers mind To thinke nought done when ought is left behind On valiant youth for know I will appoint A Grecian Prince who so shall steepe his quill To paint out thy name in Wâ—…ls of eloquence That this thy soorne of Lust shall be Propos'd to all Kings example to posterity Know mortals that the men the Gods most love In hard and daâ—…gerous Arts they alwayes prove When men live brave at first then fall to crimes Their bad I 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 sâ—…emes trâ—…bled yet collecting himselfe dissembles his Passion speakes Am. Scahin the Macedoâ—…s beholding to theâ—… And history shall pay you thankes for this Which we rest Debtors for Scah. Great Prince such kindnesse of accâ—…ptance payes For things which are but for a Kings delight In â—…eeing them he amply doth requite Am. Eumorphe Love Queene Wife let 's haste to Bed And may we wish this night aeternall time Scahin good night good night kind Gentlemen Thus when we are dead shall we revive o th stage One houre can present a Kings whole age Exeâ—…nt oâ—…nes Actus II. Scaena I. Enter Schahin Eurâ—…noses Schah. Observ'd you not the Kings looks Grew thâ—… not pale Euren. O yes Lord Scahin you muâ—…t be his Parent And snatch him out'h the 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 Scholler And for these two Professions am both most glorious And most meritorious Pallâ—…s is for both O what Tysiphon what snaked scourge Caâ—… make a Scholler that should never sleepe But 'twixt thâ—… Pillowes of Pernassus Hils And dip his lips in springs of Helicon Make him by snoaring on a wanton breast And sucke the adulterate and spiced breath Of a lewd fained woman Euren. And for a Souldier Scahin 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 endurâ—… no Lords shall we endure A woman to overcome us Most true Demophoon I reverence thy memory no pewling phrase Could so euchaine thee to thy Thraciâ—…n Dame But thou wouldst râ—…her perish than she save thee I le not declaime long on that common Theamâ—… But they have lust lyeth in their fingers ends And whilst their sweet-hearts breath stickes in their sheets They will admit another Lucrecâ—… in the day To be a Thais if the night will not gain-say Scah. Why Eurenâ—…ses why should we endurâ—… 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 Eureâ—…s Scahiâ—… 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 Elizium and drinke deepe Of his long wished delight I having skil And uncontroul'd acceâ—…se will in disguâ—…se Seeme 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 Medicines we worse brook than a foule sore Scaena 2. Actus 2. Enter Eumorphe as to Bed in her Night-robes â—…ttended with Tayers and Ladies Menthe. Madam make hast â—… The King will be impatient If hâ—… be from you long O Happinesse Eumorph. Why Menthe then thou deem'st us happy noâ—… 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 truly Madam 't is a happinesse Eumorph. 'T is were 't Eternal but I feare a powâ—…r A womans power doth but make â—…port with us Why were we not once Menthe a Captive Wretch Menthe. Yes Lady now your happinesse the more Riches please best when there wâ—…nt want before Eâ—…m That power which rais'd us from so base so high Can throw us downe againe as suddainly Me thiâ—…ks my life is but a Players Scaene In the last Act my part was then to play A Captive 〈◊〉 â—…nd a â—…ueene to day 〈◊〉 Your Morals Madam are too serious Me thinks theâ—…e Ornaments should elevate Your dumpish spiâ—…its Thinke this Bed a place In which no â—…cie slipping chance hath power A Kiâ—…gs safe Bed is like a guarded Tower Eum. No â—…enthe no 't is not the Bed of state Nor the free smile of a well pleased King 'T is not the embracing Armes of Emperors Nâ—… all the Gemmes that so inwreath the browes Can so allure Fortune unto their gaze As she should still be constant O she 's blind Nor doth she know her selfe where she is kind Close those are Kings and Queenes whose brest 's secure Like brazen walles Lust's entrance not endure Where impotent ambition not intrudes Nor the unstable talke of multitudes Foâ—…tune sernes such they happinesse command More than all 〈◊〉 gold all Taguâ—… sand As Heaven hath given us no
in Orchanes great throne And sacrifice due rites to Mahomet Yet why enough I le on and dung the Earth With Christians rotted trunckes that froÌ„ that soyle May spring more Cadmean Monsters to orecome theÌ„ Captaines what Conntries next shal we make flow With Channels of their bloud Euren. To Servia my Lord there are troupes of armes Gathered to resist Mahometans Chase. At Bulgaria there they set on fire The Countries as they passe 't were good we haste Amur. Why they doe well we like of their desire To make the flame in which themselves must fry Ruine destruction famine and the sword Shall all invade them Sunne stay thou thy flight And see the snakes in their owne River drencht Whilâ—…t with their bloud our furious thirst is queâ—…cht Scaena 3. Actus 3. Enter in aermes Lazarus Despot of Servia Sesmenos Governour of Bulgaria Lazar. Whether Bulgaria whether must we flye The Butcherous Turâ—…e's at hand Blest Sanctity If thou didst ere guard goodnesse wall our towers Bring strength into our Nerves For in thy cause Our Brests upon their Rapiers we will run We 'll with just hope 〈◊〉 the tyrants rage Meet him in the face fury will â—…de us armes There is a power can guard us from aâ—…l harmes Sesm. Let 's be suâ—…dain for we'â—… not find scope To see our haps Who most doth feare may hope Enter to them Cobelitz Cobel. Governor Captaines hast unto your armes The dangers imminent and the Turke 's at hand Lazar. Cobelitz must we still wade thus deepe In blood and terror Cob. Yes Servia we must we should we ought Ease and successe keeps basenesse company Shall we not blush to see the register Of those great Romans and Heroicke Greekes Which did those acts at which our hearts are struck Beneath all credence onely to win fame And shall not we for that Eternall name To live without all credence even to win fame Is not to know life's chiefe and better parts To us of future hopes calamity Must helpe to purchase immortality Ses. Well spoke true Châ—…istian they who still live high And snoare in prais'd applause nere know to beare A contuâ—…ely or checke a fate Wisely to steere a Ship or guide an Army Vndanted hardinesse is requisite O then le ts to our weapoâ—…s make him yeild They which deny all right ofâ—…give't i th' Field Enter Christian Souldiers falling out amongst them seâ—…es fighting confusedly Cob. Why Gentlemen we want no foes to fight Nor need we turne our weapons on our selves One Souldier speakes as drunk 1. You lazy rogue what come in my Cabinet 2. Conspiring slave you murmur'd gin's th' allowance And wouldâ—…t perswade upon a larger pay Aâ—…swer the other To betray all Garrisons and turne Turâ—… Thou halfe Can-carousing rascall I le teare thee And those treacherous veines of thine will you see Llew-â—…ackets Will you see your Corporall wrong'd Well since I fight for victuals for company Vse now your swords and Bucklers The other to his mâ—…n Here they all fall by the â—…ares Lazar. Treason the next man that speakes or strikes a blow Sold. Then shall our Laundresses fight for us 2. Why Amazoâ—…s Baudicans come helpe to scratch Enter some Truls 〈◊〉 both sides thâ—…y fight and scrâ—…ch Sesm. O Cobelitz what way shall we appease them Truls scold conâ—…usedly thus 1. Trull Out thy Corporal huswife hath the itch You now will have foule washing Drab I le teare your mouth 2. An inch or two yet wider Cob. What souldiers thinke you each distastfull word Given moâ—…gst your selves so strong an obloquie The Generall parts them with his sword That revenge spurs you to each others death And will not seeke to wash those blasphemies In Seas of their foule blood which they belcht out By our approaching foes against the Essence Of the Eternall Laz. Leave leave these factions cease these Mutinies A Drum from the Turke 's Camâ—… Harke their Drums take advantage of these stirreâ—… Let us oppose our strength against our foe And in our Campe let not one souldier be Who will not finde and strike his Enemies Cob. Now blest guider and great strength of armes If in thy secret and hid decree Thou hast not yet appointed the full time Wherein thou meanest to tame this tyger Who dare murmur against thine hidden will Be we slaine now there 's victory in store Which when thou pleasest thou 't give not before Give us still strength of patience not to wish A funerall honour unto all the world When we are perishing we 'l still beleeve Those dangers worth our death we undergoe Whilst who is ours is all alike thy foe Should fortune loose this day when we are slaine Thou canst give hands and strength and men againâ—… On thee we trust then and on thee beare Scorning for Heavens sake to shed a teare Scaena 4. Actus 3. A march within excursions alarmes Enter as Conquerours Cairadin Bassa Scahin leading young men Christians Prisoners Schah. Bassa we thanke thy valor and discretion In finding fit occasion to invade The mutinons Christians these Captives here Shall be good presents to our worthy Master Bassa Generall now trust me these young slaves To be full of Valor they have mettall in them Schah. Yes and to his Highnesse shall performe A service which I long have thought upon And which his Turkisâ—… Majesty requires They 'l fit to be a neare attendant guard On all occasions to the Emperour Therefore they shall be called 〈◊〉 By me first instituted for our Princes safeties sake Bass. Their vigor and strong hearts becomes such service For to orecome them made our soldiers sweat Much Turkish blood the Servians kept the Fight With stubborne hard resistance The Bulgarians Left the right wing there set I forward first And like a torrent rowl'd destruction on Raising huge stormes of bloud as doth the Whale Puffe up the Waves against a mighty Ship Me thinkes I see the Rivers of their gore Their Leaders trampled on by Turkish Horse The body of their army quite disperst Themselves all floating in Vermillian pooles With their owne weapons hasting to their death And such a slaughter did we make of them As Nature scarce can ere repaire againe One hasting to others death pulling to ground Him that held up so they each other drown'd Scah. Still are they confident upon a power They know not what who as they think can snatch Their praecise soules from out the jawes of death Bass. Yes such a superstition doth possesse them For when they lookt for nothing but their fate And danger stood in sweat upon their browes They yet scorn'd Mahomâ—…t and prophan'd his rites And nought but horror made them to beleeve him So many men were fighting on his side As might have chang'd my seat and part i th' world Though Nature stood against to a new place Or carry Sestos whereby Abydos stands Or pull downe Atlas with so many hands Scaena 5. Actus 3. Enter Amurath with Embassadour from Germaine Ogly
thy best woâ—…kes thou usest suddaine force When mans aâ—… Eâ—…rio and first conâ—…eived How long 't is ere he see his native light Then borne with expectation for his growth Tenderly nourisht carefully brought up Growne to pâ—…rfection what a little thing Serves to call on his suddaine ruining Laz. Come Cobelitz mongst those demolisht stonâ—…s We 'll sit as Hecubâ—… at those Troyâ—…n Walles Our teares shall be false glasses to our eyes Through these we 'l looke and thinke we yet may see Our stately Pinacles and strong founded holds That which one houre can delapidate One age can scarce repaire Cob. No sir for nothing's hard To Nature when she meanes t'consume A thousand Oakes which time hath fixt i' th earth As Monuments of lasting memory Are in a moment turn'd to ashes all Things that rise â—…lowly take a suddaine fall Laz. What course now Cobelitz must we still be yoak To misery and murder We scarce have roome Vpon our bodies to receive more wounds And must we still oppose our selves to more Cob. Yes We are ready still a solid minde Must not be shakt with every blast of Winde Pollux nor Hercules had none other art To get them Mansions in the spangl'd Heavens Then a true firme resolve th' Aâ—…riatike Sea Shall from his currents with tempestuous blasts Be sooner heard than vertue from it's ayme Let us but thinke when we so many see Enjoying greater quiet than our selves How many have endur'd more misery Ilion Ilion what a fate hadst thou How fruitfull wert thou in matter for thy foe Thus we 'll delude our griefe make our selfe glad To think of miseries that others had Laz. I Captaine I they that furnisht thee With sentences of comfort never saw Their Cities burnt their Câ—…untries desolate 'T is easie for Physitians for to tell Advice to others when themselves are well Cob. Tush tush my Lord there 's on our side we know One that can both and will our weake hands gâ—…ide One that will strike and thunder Gyant then Looke for a dart we must not appoint when Meane while helpe for to convay this burden hencâ—… Turke though thy tyranny deny us graves Corruption will give them spite of thee Nor doe our corps such Tombes and Cavernes need For our owne flesh still our owne graves to breed And when the Earth receiveth not when they die Heavens Vault ouerwhelmeth them so their tombe's i th' skie Exeunt with a dead Truncke Scaena 4. Actus 4. Enter Aladin as flying an arrow through his arme wounded in his forehead his shâ—…eld stâ—…cke with darts with him two Nobles Alad. Besieged on every side Iconiâ—…m taken Entrencht within my foes my selfe must lye Wrapt in my Cities ruine Turkes come on 1. Nâ—…b Nay but my Lord meane you to meet your death Let 's hast our flight and trust more to our feet Then words or hands Alad. Why so much of our bloud Is already spilt as should the glittering Sunne Exhale it upward 't would obnubulate It 's luster else to fiery Meteors turne Some councell Lords he that 's amidst the Sea When every curled wave doth threat his death Yet trusts upon the oares of his owne armes And sometime the salt fome doth pitty him A Wolfe or Lyon that hath fild his gorge With bloudy prey at last will lye to sleepe And the unnaturalst creatures not forget Their love to those whom they do know their own My wife 's his Daughter siâ—…ce we canâ—…ot stand His â—…ury longer she shâ—…ll sâ—…age his wrath The boysterous Oceaâ—… whâ—…â—… no 〈◊〉 oppose Growth's 〈◊〉 is loâ—…t wheâ—…'t hath no foes 2. Noble Why then my Lord array your selfe in weeds Of a Petitioner take the Queene along And your two children they may move his eyes For desperate sores aske desperate remedies Alad Goe Lords goe fetch some straight O Heavens O fortune they that leane on thy crackt wheele And trust a Kingdomes power and domineere In a wall'd Pallace let them looke on me And thee Carmania greater instances The world affords not to demonstrate The fraile estate of proudest Potentates Of sturdiest Monarchies high Pinacles Are still invaded with the prouder winds They must endure the threats of every blast The tops of Caucasus and Pindus shake With every cracke of thunder humble Vaults Are nere toucht with a bolt ambiguous wings Hath all the state that hovers over Kings Enter the 2. Nobles with a winding sheet Aladin puts it on I I this vesture fits my miserie This badge of poverty must now prevaile Where all my Kingdomes power strength doth faile Why should not a propheticke soule attend On great mens persons and forewarne their ils Raging Bootes doth not so turmoile The Lybian ford as Fortune doth great hearts Beâ—…tona and Erynnis scourge us on Should wars and treasons cease why our owne weight Would send us to the Earth as spreading armes Make the huge trees in tempest for to split For as the slaughter-man to pasture goes And drags that Oxe home first whose Bulke is greatest The leane he still le ts feed disease takes hold On bodies that are pampered with best fare So doth all ruine chuse the fairest markes At which it bends and strikes it full of shafts Ambition made me now that eminent but And I that fell by mine owne strength muâ—…t rise By profest weaknesse Buckets full sinke downe Whilst empty ones danceith ' ayrâ—… and cannot drowne Come â—…ords he out oâ—… s way can never range Who is at fâ—…thest worst nere finds ill change Actus V. Scaena I. Enter at oâ—…e â—…ore Amurath with 〈◊〉 at thâ—…â—…ther doore Aladin his Wife two Chiâ—…dren â—…ll 〈◊〉 white sâ—…ets knâ—…le dowâ—…e to Amuratâ—… Aâ—…ur Our hate must not part thus I le tell thee Prince That thou hast kindled violent Aetna in our brest And such a flame is quencht with nought but blood His bloud whose hasty and rebellious blast Gave life unto the fire should Heaven threat us Knowes we dare not menace it are we not Amuratâ—… Whose awfull name is even trembled at So often dar'd by Pigmy Christians Which we will crush to ayre what haughty thought Buzz'd thy praesumptuous eares with such vain blasts To puffe thee into such impetuous acts Or what durst prompt thee with a thought so fraile As made thee covetous of so brave a death As this known hand should cause it know that throat Shall feele it strangled with some slave brought up To noâ—…ght but an Hangman thy last breath Torne from thee by a hand that 's worse than death Alad. Why then I le like the Roman Pompey hide My dying sight scorning Imperious lookes Should grace so base a stroake with sad aspect Thus will I muffle up and choake my groanes Least a griev'd teare should quite put out the name Of lasting courage in Carmanias fame Am. What still stiâ—…e necked Is this the truâ—…e you bâ—…g â—…prinkled before thy face those Rebâ—…ll Brats Shall have their braines and their dissected limâ—…es Hurld for a prey to
know my hate which saw me dote but now Schahin 〈◊〉 Captaines ho Scaena 5. Actus 2. Enter Schahin Eâ—…renoses Châ—…se-Illibegge Our Tutor Eurenoses Captaines welcome Gallants I call you to a spectacle My breast too narrow to hoard up any joy Nay gaze here Gentlemen give Nature thanks For framing such an excellent sence as Sight Whereby such objects are injoy'd as this Which of you now imprison not your thought In envioâ—…s and silent policy Scab My Lord to whatsoever you shall propose My sentence shall be free Euren. And mine Chase-Il And mine Am. Which of you then dare chalenge to himself Such a pathetique a Praerogative So stoically â—…evered from affection That had he suâ—…h a Creature as lyeth here One at whom Nature her selfe stood amazed One whom thâ—…se lofty extaâ—…ies of Poets Should they decay here 't must not barely dump Their dull inventions with similitudes Taken from Sunne Moone Vâ—…olets Roses And when their raptures at a period stand A silent admiration must supply Onely name her and she is all describ'd Hyperbole of women Colour it selfe Is not more pure and incontaminate Sleep doates on her and grasps her eye-lids close The sky it selfe hath onely so much blew As the azure in her veiâ—…es bends by reflexe Here 's breath that would those vapors purifie Which from Avernus choakes the flying Birds Here 's heat would tempt the numb'd Atkenian Though all his bloud with age were conjealed yce Now which of you all is so temperate That did he find this Iewel in his Bed Vnlesse an Eunuch could refraine to grapple And dally with her Come Speake freely all Sâ—…a Truly my Lord I came of mortall Parents And much confesse me subject to desires Freely injoy your Love That were she mine I surely would doe no lesse Amur. What sayth Eurenâ—…ses Euren. My Lord I â—…ay That they may raile at light that nere saw day But had I such a Creature by my side Were the world twice enlarged and all that world Orecome by me all volumes writ Made cleane and fild up by Rhetorique straines Of my great deeds Historians should spend Their Inke and Paper in my sole Chronicle A thousand such alluring idle charmes Could not conjure me from betwixt her armes Amur. Your sentence Chase 〈◊〉 Beg Chas. What need your Grace depend upon our breath I vow my Lord if all those scrupulous things Which burden us with praecepts so praecise Those Parents which when they are married once And past their strength of yeares thinke their sonnes â—…traight Should be as old in every thing as they I say my Lord did my head weare a Crowne That Queen should be the chiefest jem t' adorne it Spite of all hate that 's an unhappy state When Kings must feare to love least subjects hate Amur. Wel spoke three Milk-sops Sâ—…hahin Your Sword Now now be valour in this manly arme Scahin gives him â—… Sword To cut off troupes of thoughts that would invade me Thinke you my minde is waxie to be wrought By any fashion Orchâ—…nes thy strength Here doe I wish as did that Emperour That all the heads of that inticing Sexe Were upon hers thus then should one full stroake Mow them all off Heere Amurath cuts off Eumorphes head shewes it to the Nobles There kisse now Captaines doe and clap her cheeke This is the face that did so captive me These were the lookes that so bewitcht mine eyes Here be the lips that I but for to touch Gave over Fortune Victory Fame and all These were two lying mirrors where I lookt And thought I saw a world of happineâ—…e Now Tutor shall our swords be exercised In ripping up the breasts of Christians Say Generals Whether is first All. For Thracia Amurath On then for Thracia for he surely shall That conquers first himselfe soone conquer all Exeunt omnes Actus III. Scaena I. Enter Cobelitz solus Cobelitz Thou sacred guider of the arched Heavens Who canst collect the scattering starres and fixe The Erratique Planet in the constant Pole O why shouldst thou take such solicitous care To keepe the ayre and Elements in course That Winter should uncloth our Mother Earth And wrap her in a winding sheet of snow That then the spring duly revives her still Vnlinds her sinews fils her cling'd up veynes With living dew and makes her young againe Next that the Nemean terror breathes her flames To parch her flaxie haires with furious heat Which to allay too thou op'st the Chataracts And watereth the worlds Gardens with blest drops Canst thou which canst sustain the ponderous world And keepst in true poize securely sleepe Letting a Tyrant which with a Philip thus Thou mightest sinke to Earth to baffle thee A warrier in thy Fields I long have beene To see if in thy sacred providence Thou meanst to arme me with thy thunder-bolt Yet yet it strikes not now he Gyant-wise He dares thee againe pardon our earnest zeale What ere 's decreed for man by thy behost He must performe and in obedience rest Thou like Spectators when they doe behold An hardy youth encountring with a Beare Or something terrible then they give a shout So dost thou even applaud thy selfe to see Religion striving with Calamity Which while it often beares and still rests true It 's fence 'gainst all that after shall ensue Turke I le oppose thee still Heaven has decreed That this weake hand shall make that tyrant bleed A man religious firme and strongly good Cannot o th' suddaine be nor understood Exit Scaena 2. Actus 3. Enter Amurath in Armes Schahin Captaines Souldiers Amurath Rise Soule injoy the prize of thy brave worth Scahin the Present that thou so profest Should from the City of Orestias Make proud our eyes then tell me hast thou slaine A thousand superstitious Christian soules Make them stoope to us O I would bath my hands In their warme bloud to make them supple Schahin That they may weild more Speares our hands are dull Our furie 's patient now will I be a Turke And to our Prophets altars doe I vow That to his yoke I will all necks subdue Or in their throates my bloudy sword imbrew Here Schahin calls in his souldiers and each of them presents to Amurath the head of a dead Christian. Sâ—…ah Then King to adde fresh oyle unto thy hate And make it raise it selfe a greater flame See here these Christians heads thus still shall fall Before thy fatall hand these impioâ—…s slaves So long as number 's wanting to the sand So long as day shall come with Sunne and night Be spangled with the twilight dawning starres Whilst floods shall fall into the Ocean Shall Christians tremble at Turkes thundring stroakes Amurat. Soam I Amurath the great King of Turkes O how it glads me thus to pash theiâ—… braines To rend their lockes to teare these Infidels Who thundered when these heads were smitten off Starres I could reach you with my lofty hand 'T is well enough enough great Amurath For now I sit