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A85334	Three excellent tragœdies. Viz. The raging Turk, or, Bajazet the Second. The courageous Turk, or, Amurath the First. And The tragoedie of Orestes· / Written, by Tho. Goff, Master of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford; and acted by the students of the same house.	Goffe, Thomas, 1591-1629.; Meighen, Richard, fl. 1656.	1656 (1656)	Wing G1006; Thomason E1591_2; ESTC R202218	132,941	272

forrester hath stole away his young he missing it straight runs with open jaws on all he meets and never hurting him that did the wrong Wise men must mix revenge with reason which by providence will prompt and tell us where 's the mark whereat we aym Till then in Cinders wee 'l rake up our grief fire thus kept still lives but opened dies from smallest sparks great flames may one day rise Orest True friend but O who ever will reveale this hideous act what power shall we invoke Pyl. Yes harken friend I have bethought a meanes not distant far from this place where we live there stands a cave hard by a hollow oake in a low valley where no Sun appeares no musick ever was there heard to sound but the harsh voyce of croking ominous ravens and sad Nyctimine the bird of night There 's now a shed under whose ancient roofe there sometimes stood an Altar for the Gods but now slow creeping time with windy blasts hath beaten down that stately Temples walls defac't his rich built windows and until'd his battlemented roofe and made it now a habitation not for God nor men Yet an old woman who doth seem to strive with the vast building for antiquity in whose rough face time now hath made such holes as in those uncouth stones she there hath made her self a cell wherein to spend her age Her name 's Canidia great in Magick spells at whose dire voice the gods themselves would quake to heare her charm the second time pronounc't One that can know the secrets of the heavens and in the ayre hath flying ministers to bring her news from earth from sea from hell which when thick night hath compass'd in the world then doth she go to dead mens graves and tombs and sucks the poysonous marrow from their bones then makes her charm which she nere spent in vaine Nor doth she come as supplyant to the gods but making Erebus and heaven to quake she sends a spell drowning infernal thunder by which all secrets that were ever done in faire white parchment writ in lines of blood lockt in the inmost room of hell it self is brought unto her and by her we may have leave to look in Pluto's register and reade the names of those most loathed furies which rent thy Fathers soul from out his trunk But she must see thy fathers dead bones first them we must bring her for by them she works This if thou dar'st assay I 'll go along Orest If I dare assay yes yes deare friend were it to burst my fathers sepulcher and wake his Manes shew them Radamanth their iterated sight will burn my soul with such a sparkling flame of dire revenge as Nessus shirt did burn great Hercules If that the scrowle which did conteine their names were in a lake of flaming brimstone drencht I 'de take it out or fech't from Pluto's arms But come if earth hath such a creature as can tell t will save a journey for this once from hell Scena 3. Enter Aegystheus Clytemnestra Tyndarus Mysander Strophius Electra cum caet with a crown Aegystheus ascends the throne Mysander crowns him Clytemnestra great with child Mys All years of happy dayes all hours of joy so circle in thy state as doth this crown wreath and combine thy princely temples in All speak Jove still protect Aegystheus Aegyst Thanks to my fathers subjects Now Argos swell up to the brim with joy and streams of gladnesse flow on Tyndarus Now made our father see old King see here 's my Queen doth mean to make thee a grandfather see how thy royal blood shall propagate whose Kingly drops like heaven distilling dew shall add fresh life unto thy withered root Tynd. Yes but Aegystheus there were armes before grew on this tree but the Fates envious axe hath cut them off before th 'ad time to sprout Clyt. O Sir the Fates needs must have leave to make wayes for themselves to manage what they do Had Agamemnon and Orestes liv'd they could not then have blest me with these gifts Still when the heavens and Fates do work their will they intend good though sometimes there come ill Tynd. O but pray Jove the Fates now were not forc't but deeds like words no man can e'r recal be 't good or ill once done we must bear all Aegyst Come father sit we down and make a feast They set to the feast to glad our hearts Heaven still doth for the best Stro. O let my latter age not live to see Aegystheus wear great Argos diadem Elect. Feare not good uncle there will be a time to pull him down although he yet doth climbe Tynd. Who ever trusted much on fortunes gifts on wife on state on health on friends on lands may look on Agamemnons coming home Fortune me thinks ne're shew'd her power more how quickly could she turne her Fatall sword upon his brest that thought himselfe past harme she that had us'd death like an angry dogge holding him up when that he should have bit when all the game was past and 's fury laid the king being past all danger safe at home then he slip's coller never untill then and fortune she stood hissing of him on till he had torne the good kings soule away Clytemnestra seemes to weep Aegyst Nay but good father let passe elegies you draw fresh teares now from your daughters eyes who shed enough before at 's funeral let 's talk who are to live not who are dead and think what progeny shall spring from us may beare your Image stampt upon the face this we must talk of now not what griefs past but of the joy to come My Queen not well Clytemnestra riseth from the table Now good Electra look unto your mother Lucina be propitious to the birth why will not now a young Aegystheus be as grateful as an old Orestes was Thou times good lengthener age posterity spread thy self still upon Aegystheus line help me to treasure up antiquity and from Thyestes loynes let spring an heire shall ever sit in great Thyestes chaire Exeunt SCEN. 4. Enter Pylades and Orestes with his arms full of a dead mans bones and a scull Pyl. Neare to this shady grove where never light appeares but when 't is forced with some charm Canidia dwells in such a dusky place that the night goblins feare to come too neare it Here let us knock Orest Nay Pylades see here O give me leave to discant on these bones This was my Fathers scull but who can know whether it were some subjects scull or no Where be these Princely eyes commanding face the brave majestick look the Kingly grace Where 's the imperious frown the God-like smile the graceful tongue that spoke a souldiers stile Ha ha worms eate them could no Princely looke no line of eloquence writ in this booke command nor yet perswade the worms away Rebellious worms could a King beare no sway Injurious worms what could no flesh serve but Kings for you By

resign'd my honours up to him he deeply swore when the usurping Sun of his bright-shining royalty had run It 's compleat course through the whole heaven of state and fainting dropt into the Western lapse my brightness next should throw it's golden beames upon the worlds wide face and over-peer the dusky clouds of hidden privacy and shall Achomates succeed Shall he shine in the spangled robes of Majesty then Bajazet is false let it be so I am secur'd from a huge masse of woe Yet I le toth ' Court that when Achomates shall spie mee and remember but my due 't will staine his lustre with a blushing hue Enter Bajazet Cherseogles Baja. My cares are grown too great to be compriz'd within the narrow compasse of my brest Vice-roy of Greece I le powre into thy heart part of my secrets which being entred in locke them as close up as thou wouldst a sinne committed yet not knowne I must impart things worth thy faithfull silence Chers Worthy Sir by the inclosure of my soule I sweare Baja. I le not heare out thine oath in briefe 't is thus the Bassaes are all false and love not us Nor doth my brain-sicke fury prompt me thus I read it in their gestures conventicles actions and counsells my suspitious eye hath found a great breach in their loyalty Chers Surely this cannot bee Bajazet By 't is true each man that guards mine honour is my foe I le shake these splendent robes of Majesty from my ore-burden'd shoulders and to ease my selfe bequeath them to Achomates Cherse Achomates Baja. Even he unlesse the voyce Of the whole Citie interdict my choice Enter Isaacke Mesithes Mustapha Cherse Here comes the Bassaes sure I see bad newes pourtrayed on the Index of their fronts Baja. Bad newes We have out-liv'd good dayes too long we can expect no other come unclaspe volumes of misciefes and make deafe my eares with an infused multitude of cares Bassaes Young Selymus hath crost Danubius floud and seiz'd upon the Provinces of Thrace and with a Navie plow'd the Euxine Sea Baja. Peace bellowing night-ravens with how cheerefull noise their puffing lungs croke out the balefull note Are these the warres ' gainst Hungary You powers of heaven brush off your cloddy patience If you but winke at these notorious crimes I 'le say you dare not check our stubborne times Well as yet I 'le make use of his pretence Vize-roy of Greece beare you this Embassie to that suspected Traytor Selymus Tell him the warres ' gainst the Hungarian foe are full of dangers and approved harmes never attempted by our Ancestors without repulse or damage bid him dismisse his rough Tartarian youths then if he stand Unmov'd and stiffe feigne vengeance is at hand make thy best speed Cherse I shall T will be well done to reconcile a Father and a Sonne Exit Baja. Thought he tumultuous uprores could deserve the favours of his Prince h 'as troad awry and mist the path that leades to Majestie These bright Imperious ornaments shall grace no rebell-monster nor base runne-away my resolution 's firme it shall not be Bassaes this day an Herauld shall proclaime in the worlds eare my great successours name are you content Bassaes We are Bajaz. Call forth an Herauld Isaak As our alleageance bindes us wee 'le obey Exit Mustapha calls in an Herauld But what we grant the Souldiers will gaine-say Aside Thou shalt not thrive in this I dare be bold my golden hookes hove ta'ne a faster hold Baja. Herauld be my loud Eccho ratifie my deede and say Achomates shall next succeede Herauld Bajazet the second by the appointment of our great Prophet Mahomet the onely Monarch of the World a mighty God on earth an invincible Caesar King of all Kings from the East unto the West Governour of Greece Sultan of Babylon Soveraigne of Persia and Armenia triumphant Tutor of Jerusalem Lord possessour of the Sepulcher of the Crucified God subverter and sworne enemie of the Christians and of all that call upon Christ proclaimeth Achomates his second son next and immediate successour An alarm of Trumpets Within None but Bajazet none but Bajazet Bajaz. By heaven they are corrupted none but I 'T is no love borne to me that moves this cry Mesith Great Bajazet the cause why they deny this just proposall riseth from an use and customary licence long observ'd to wit when their crown'd Emperour is dead the interpos'd vacation is a time of lawlesse freedome then they dare to spoile the Jewish Merchants of their traffick wares and prey upon all strangers so that should your Honour be conferr'd upon your sonne Whilst you your self yet breath then should they lose their long expected gaines therefore refuse what you propos'd Bajaz. If that be all the cause wee 'le give them such a Kingly donative as doubly shall buy out those ill-got spoiles five hundred thousand Duckats if they please with my free choise to crowne Achomates Proclaim'd to be their due A flourish of Trumpets Herauld Bajazet the second by the appointment of our great Prophet Mahomet c. proclaimeth that hee 'le attribute five hundred thousand Duckats if you yeeld alleageance to Achomates his successor Trumpets sound againe Within None but Bajazet none but Bajazet Baja. Achomates I sent for how hee 'le digest these grosse illusions I may justly feare by this I had discourag'd Selymus and kill'd his hopes by this I had cut off the growth of hate and choked discords seed Exit Enter Mustapha with a Messenger to the other Bassaes Mustaph Beare this to Selymus with thy best care Mesith And this Give him Letters Isaack And this fly let thy winged speed return a sudden answer else we bleed Actus 4. Scena 5. Enter Selymus Tartarian King Attendants Tartar Goe on brave Prince Lead on thy marshal'd troups degrade the Turkish Monarch let him faint at the deepe wounds which thy revengefull hand shall print upon the bosome of his land Goe on Me thinks I see Victoria sit triumphant on thy steely Burganet Exit Tartarian King Selym. Farewell now I will meete thee Bajazet with a careere as free as if Heavens Jove had bid me goe Bespeake the stoutest gods to take thy part tell them that thou must meete a Selymus who when the warres are done will scale the Forts and Castles of the Sunne breake up the brazen gates of Acheron and bury Nature with the world together Captaines leade on Now shall the sword and fire by publique ruines crowne my just desire Sleepe Hungary I 'le not breake off thy rest with the unwelcome Musick of my Drummes I 'le turne the edge of my revengefull sword upon the bosome of my native soyle There dwels the motive of my Tragick wars whose ruthlesse sad Catastrophe shall wound posterity in us Infants shall mourne over their Fathers tombs as yet unborne But who comes here I 'le meete him Noble Vize-roy Enter Cherseogles Cherseo Peace and health to Selymus Selym. Health but not peace whilst yonder light

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

with the twilight dawning stars whilst floods shall fall into the Ocean shall Christians tremble at Turks thundring stroaks Amurat. So am I Amurath the great King of Turks O how it glads me thus to pash their brains to rend their locks to tear these Infidels Who thundered when these heads were smitten off Stars I could reach you with my lofty hand 't is well enough enough great Amurath for now I sit in Orchanes great Throne and sacrifice due Rites to Mahomet yet why enough I le on and dung the Earth with Christians rotted trunks that from that soyl may spring more Cadmean Monsters to orecome them Captains what Countries next shall we make flow with Channels of their blood Euren. To Servia my Lord there are troups of arms gathered to resist Mahometan Chase At Bulgaria there they set on fire the Countries as they pass 't were good we haste Amur. VVhy they do 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 Sun stay thou thy flight and see the sneaks in their own River drencht whilst with their blood our furious thirst is quencht Scena 3. Actus 3. Enter in armes Lazarus Despot of Servia Sesmenos Governor of Bulgaria La. Whither Bulgaria whither must we flye the Butcherous Turk'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 confront the tyrants rage meet him i' the face fury will find us armes there is a power can guard us from all harmes Ses Let us be suddain for we 'l not find scope to see our haps Who most doth fear may hope Enter to them Cobelitz Cob. Governor Captains hast unto your arms the dangers imminent and the Turk 's at hand Laz. Cobelitz must we still wade thus deep in blood and terror Cob. Yes Servia we must we should we ought Ease and lucresse keeps baseness company Shall we not blush to see the register of those great Romans and Heroick Greeks which did those acts at which our hearts are struck beneath all credence only to win fame and shall not we for that Eternal name To live without all credence even to win fame is not to know life's chief and better parts To us of future hopes calamity must help to purchase immortality Ses Well spoke trueChristian they who stil live high and snoare in prais'd applause nere know to bear a contumely or check or fate Wisely to steare a Ship or guide an Army undaunted hardinesse is requisite O then lets to our weapons make him yeild they which deny all right oft give 't ith'Field Enter Christian Souldiers falling out among them-fighting confusedly Cob. Why Gentlemen we want no foes to fight nor need we turn our weapons on our selves One Souldier speaks as drunk 1. You lazy rogue what come in my Cabinet answer the other 2. Conspiring slave you murmur'd gan'st th' allowance and wouldst perswade upon a larger pay to betray all Garrisons and turn Turk Thou half Can-carousing rascal I le teare thee and those treacherous veines of thine Will you see They all fall by the eares Blew-Jackets will you see your Corporal wrong'd well since I fight for victuals for company Use now your swords and Bucklers La. Treason the next man that speaks or strikes a blow Sold. Then shall our Laundresses fight for us 2. Why Amazons Baudicans come help to scratch Enter some Truls on both sides they fight and scratch Sesm O Cobelitz what way shall we appease them Truls scold confusedly Thus 1. Trul. Out thy Corporal huswife hath the itch you now will have foul washing Drab I le tear your mouth 2. An inch or two yet wider Cob. What souldiers think you each distasteful word given ' mongst your selves so strong an obloquie that revenge spurs you to each others death The General parts them with his sword And will not seek to wash those blasphemies in Seas of their foul blood which are belcht out by our approaching foes against the Essence of the Eternal Laz. Leave leave these factions cease these mutinies A Drum from the Turk's Camp Hark their Drums take advantage of these stirs let us oppose our strength against our foe and in our Camp let not one Souldier be who will not finde and strike his Enemie Cob. Now blest guider and great strength of arms if in thy secret and hidden 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 slain now there 's victory in store which when thou pleasest thou 't give and not before Give us still strength of patience not to wish a funeral honour unto all the world when we are perishing we 'l still believe those dangers worth our death we undergo whilst he who 's ours is alike thy foe Should Fortune lose this day when we are slain thou canst give hands and strength and men again on thee we trust then and on thee bear scorning for Heaven's sake to shed a tear Exeunt Actus 3. Scena 4. A March within excursions alarums Enter as Conquerors Cairadin Bassa Schahin leading young men Christians Prisoners Schah. Bassa we thank thy valour and discretion in finding fit occasion to invade the mutinous Christians these Captives here shall be good Presents to our worthy Master Bassa General now trust me these young slaves be full of Valor they have metal in them Schuh. Yes and to his Highness shall perform a Service which I long have thought upon and when his Turkish Majesty requires they 'l fit to be a near attendant Guard on all occasions to the Emperour therefore they shall be called Janizaries by me first instituted for our Princes safeties sake Bass Their vigor strong hearts becomes such service for to orecome them made our Souldiers sweat much Turkish blood the Servians kept the Fight with stubborn hard resistance The Bulgarians left the right wing there set I forward first and like a torrent roll'd destruction on raising huge storms of blood as doth the Whale puffe up the waves against a mighty Ship me thinks 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 pools with their own weapons hasting to their death and such a slaughter did we make of them as Nature scarce can ere repair again One hastning t'others death pulling to ground him that held up so they each other drown'd Schah. Still are they confident upon a power they know not what who as they think can snatch their precise souls from out the jaws of death Bass Yes such a superstition doth possess them for when they lookt for nothing but their fate and danger stood in sweat upon their brows they yet scorn'd Mahomet and prophan'd his Rites

and nought but horror made them to believe 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 down Atlas with so many hands Actus 3. Scena 5. Enter Amurath with Embassadors from German Ogly concerning Bajazet Amurath's Eldest son and the Mahometans Daughter Cairadin Bassa presents Amurath with his Captives for Ianizaries c. Amurath How like our Captaines the last Victory if any can prophesie of future things me thought I did dream of this blessed hap How fortune did involve them in their ruin and flight from danger brought them in their ruine each one astonied with a suddaine feare knew not the danger that was then most neare Bassa Schahin presents Amurath with Captives for Ianizaries Bassa To adde more tryumph I present my Liege with these young Rebels which you may bring up in all the praecepts of our Mahomet Scah. And for great Emperor your person wants a thing which much ore-Clouds your light of state attendant Ianizaries to a Prince these may be so trained up as to supply the duty fit for such a Majesty Am. Bassa we thank thy strength Schahin your counsaile and to that end let them have safe protection But we must treat now of a marriage Lords the German Ogly he whose Scepter swaies the Phrygian confines in strong Asia by Embassie intreats that he may joyne his Daughter Hatum to our Bajazet Embassador here to our Counsell speak your Masters Message Emb. Please then your Maj. and these reverend heads to be inform'd my masters will by me In wedlock if your prince may be combin'd to the faire princesse his sole daughter he freely gives the Phrygian territories and Bythinia to you for your dowry Cutas Simon Egregios Sansale Abbettingon the Ottomans estate which Ottomans because he not endures the Noble Zelzucciom family protests to joyn with you in quelling their ambition Sca. May 't please your majesty to like mine advice it 's good to have alliance with such friends Kings that combine themselvs are like to shafts the ancient Sage propos'd unto his sonnes which whilst together they were close compact armes knees and his whole strength could never break take one by one they with a touch were crack'd so Kings may be orecome that stand alone but two such princes knit thus hand in hand should Nations totter they would firmely stand Am. Yes Schahin we 'll approve what thou saiest then from us carry the great Asiaes Monarch this our kindest greeting tell him the gates of Prusa shall stand ope and the glad ayre shall Eccho notes of joy to entertaine her who shall blesse our Land with hopefull issue greedy thoughts expect her soon arrivall and so Embassador enforme thy princesse when she shall appear A lasting Starr shall shine within our spheare Scen 6. Actus 3. Enter Sasmenos Lazarus Cobelitz Sas O Servia our Cities are turn'd flames each strives to hast his own and others death And as though heaven conspir'd destruction too that rains down scalding Sulphure on our heads here one that lyes thick gasping for his breath is choakt with blood that runs from 's fellows wounds whilst others for the dead are making graves themselves are made the corps that do fill them Nobles and base together perish all and a drawn sword sticks fast in every rib our stones are dy'd Vermillion with our blood old creatures that are creeping to the grave are thrust on faster Infants but in the threshold of their lives are thus kickt off Oh most disastrous times to love our deaths and make our life our crimes Laz. See see the ruins of our goodly Walls our Cities smoak hinder the sight of heaven The conqueror yet amaz'd measures out our Towns with eyes of terror and doth scarce believe he hath overcome us yet among these fires our dead men are denyed their funeral flames And those infectious carkasses do perform a second murder on the rest that live and all the hope of safety that we have is now to fix our flattering lips at 's feet mercy perhaps may wearied slaughter meet Sas Will you do so speak for I am determin'd Cob. No worthy General heaven avert and arm you with the proof of better thoughts What though a Tyrant strives to terrifie all Christendome and would not be beloved let not your feares give impious rage such scope as for to bring Religion to prophanenesse fortune and heaven will scorn to try a man that hurles his weapons hence and runs away How is he worthy of heavens victory that when it frownes dares not look up and see Me thinks we three are now inviron'd round with hosts of Angels and our powerful Mars is putting bows of steel into our hands he doth suggest our wrath and bids us on O what an army 't is to have a cause holy and just there there 's our strength indeed Tu mente Labantes Direge nos dubios et certo Robore firma If we must dye the narrow way to blisse shall be made wide for us the gate 's wide ope and the spread Palace entertaines with joy Mean time let 's look like men upon our grief our frown fate Despot Bulgaria come Turk once more at thee Tyrant mortals must command heavens favour in a case so just Exeunt Actus 4. Scena 1. Enter Aladin King of Caramania son in Law to Amurath with Nobles Embassadors from Amurath Alad. Sends our proud father-in-law this greeting to us was our sword sheath'd so soon to heare this answer Emb. My Lord he bad me tell you that 't was you have made him leave off this great Prophets wars when he was hewing down the Christians therefore submission should not now appease him no though your wife his daughter should her self upon her penitent knees be supplyant No sooner shall the Tycian splendid Sol open heavens Casements and inlarge the day but his horse hoofs shall beat your treacherous earth and that you may be warn'd of his approach murder and flames shall be his Prodromo's Alad. Confederate Princes and my kind allyes shall his proud nostrils breath those threats on us Emb. Moreover my Lord will or win or raze Iconium and Larenda Alad. Iconium and Larenda I No more had best look first how safe his Prusa stands Lords I am mov'd and will forget my Queen was ere the issue of his hated blood My splene is tost within mine entrailes pant as when the Sea is rais'd with Southern gusts the wind allay'd yet still the waves will tremble Princes now binde your selves with such strong chaines your faith and breaths can make swear to me all to be as firm to me ' gainst Amurath as is the skin and flesh unto the Nerves They all kneel and swear upon his sword Nobles We all sweare we will Alad. Then all here kisse my sword which shall be steept within the head-mans throat We 'l

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