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<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1">
<P>THE SIEGE OF Con&s;tantinople; A TRAGEDY Acted at the DUKE'S
<HI>Theatre.</HI></P>
<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>Tho. Dring,</HI> at the
<HI>Harrow</HI> over again&s;t the <HI>Inner-Temple</HI> Gate,
<HI>Fleet&s;treet,</HI> 1675.</P>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="2" MS="y">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>PROLOGUE TO THE Siege of <HI>CONSTANTINOPLE.</HI></HEAD>
<L>POets and Duelli&s;ts have the &s;ame Fate;</L>
<L>The brave&s;t man may be &V;nfortunate:</L>
<L>You that re&s;olve to rayle at every Play,</L>
<L>Like pious men, worldly delights betray;</L>
<L>But if you will ne're plea&s;e your &s;elves you may.</L>
<L>So mirth is lo&s;t, whil&s;t Fools di&s;prai&s;e the Wine;</L>
<L>So <HI>Punk</HI> is dangerous be &s;he ne're &s;o fine;</L>
<L>Thus &s;ubtly you 'gain&s;t all your joys
<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ombine.</L>
<L>And warily by Arguments de&s;troy</L>
<L>Tho&s;e very plea&s;ures which you &s;hould enjoy:</L>
<L>Love Crown'd with Beauty and Succe&s;s can cloy.</L>
<L>Since at the be&s;t, your plea&s;ures are &s;o few,</L>
<L>Make your &s;elves any where you find'em new.</L>
<L>Be kind to us; and &s;he who faild to Night:</L>
<L>This Play, if prais'd, to morrow will invite</L>
<L>To meet you here, and your lo&s;t time requite.</L>
<L>'Tis true, of late you ju&s;tly have complain'd:</L>
<L>But thank your &s;elves for what your Nicene&s;s gain'd;</L>
<L>When you before were &s;uch high Critticks grown,</L>
<L>As if Wit only were by Cen&s;uring known</L>
<L>In prai&s;ing, where 'tis due, Wit may be &s;hown.</L>
<L>Severity does mode&s;t Authors fright</L>
<L>Self-prizing Fops with French A&s;&s;urance write.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e who have Wit, like wary Game&s;ters fear</L>
<L>To hazard &s;ums, where but &s;mall gains appear.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t empty Fools more briskly do expo&s;e</L>
<L>A Reputation, which they can not Lo&s;e.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>The Per&s;ons Names.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM>Emperor of <HI>Con&s;tantinople.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Thomazo</HI> His Brother.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Lord Chancellor</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Cardinal.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Ju&s;tiniano</HI> General.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Theophilus</HI> L. Chamberlaine.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Dorello</HI> Friend to <HI>Thomazo.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><LIST>
<ITEM><HI>Michael</HI> and</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Lorenzo</HI></ITEM>
</LIST> The Chancellors Secretaries.</ITEM>
<ITEM><LIST>
<ITEM><HI>Andrea</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Lionello</HI></ITEM>
</LIST> Two Captains.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Sinan.</HI> A Turki&s;h Ba&s;haw.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Mutantrope</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Me&s;&s;enger.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Servants.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> Chancellors Daughter.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Irene</HI> Chamberlains Daughter.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>Idoxia.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Several Chri&s;tian Souldiers.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Several Turki&s;h Souldiers.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Mutes.</ITEM>
</LIST>
<STAGE><HI>Scene <HI>Con&s;tantinople.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="play">
<PB N="1" REF="3">
<HEAD>The SIEGE of Con&s;tantinople.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT I.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE><HI>The Curtain drawn, di&s;covers the Emperor,
<HI>Thomazo, Theophilus,</HI> and <HI>Dorello</HI> on one &s;ide of a Table, the Cardinal, Chancellor, and <HI>Ju&s;tiniano</HI> on the other, as at Councel; they ari&s;e and <HI>Exeunt,</HI> all with great reverence to the Emperor, except <HI>Thomazo</HI> and <HI>Dorello,</HI> who &s;tay with him.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>_SIr, they have carry'd it, and you agree,</L>
<L>It is by &s;trength of Argument &amp; Rea&s;on;</L>
<L>Since they've the major part: yet I'le confe&s;s</L>
<L>I'm unconverted &s;till. This Rule of mo&s;t</L>
<L>Appears to me &s;tark madne&s;s; when that mo&s;t</L>
<L>Are plainly prejudic'd, and led by faction,</L>
<L>In that ca&s;e be they ne're &s;o numerous,</L>
<L>All &s;hould be counted nothing that they &s;ay,</L>
<PB N="2" REF="4">
<L>For &s;uch arn't Coun&s;ellors but Advocates,</L>
<L>And plead the cau&s;e of their own Intere&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emper.</SPEAKER>
<L>But Brother &s;ay, how Princes like my &s;elf,</L>
<L>That circum&s;cribe our actions by our Laws,</L>
<L>Can &s;teer through all the Labyrinths of &s;tate,</L>
<L>Shun Rocks and &s;holes hid under &s;inoothe&s;t brows;</L>
<L>Meet and di&s;pi&s;e cro&s;s Tides, and adver&s;e Winds;</L>
<L>That run and blow from &s;everal States-mens heads,</L>
<L>More various in their Changes far than tho&s;e</L>
<L>That puzzle able Pilotes on the Sea;</L>
<L>What way I &s;ay, but by the&s;e major Votes.</L>
<L>The true Magnetick needle of the States.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I'le allow Councels the perfect compa&s;s,</L>
<L>And major Votes in that the needle too.</L>
<L>But yet true Pilotes &s;till ob&s;erve, the Cau&s;es</L>
<L>Oft make that vary from the polar Star,</L>
<L>Which when they &s;ee it does, let that point on,</L>
<L>They mind it not; but to ob&s;erve its errour;</L>
<L>And what lov'd <HI>Headland</HI> it would guide unto;</L>
<L>And he that does not this, though he may make</L>
<L>One Voyage &s;afe, mu&s;t not be call'd a Pilate;</L>
<L>And this is your ca&s;e now. Your this days councel</L>
<L>That ra&s;hly have advis'd you Sir for Warr,</L>
<L>Have &s;everal private rea&s;ons for that Vote,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides the &s;pecious ones they back it with.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emper.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot think it Sir: They're all wi&s;e-men,</L>
<L>And hone&s;t I believe; but were they not,</L>
<L>The grand concern this Councel has debated</L>
<L>Affects no le&s;s than all the Chri&s;tian world:</L>
<L>It is indeed, chu&s;e Chri&s;t or Mahomet,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Law &s;hall have the univer&s;al &s;way,</L>
<L>And can a Chri&s;tian think that Chri&s;tians would</L>
<L>Give &s;elfi&s;h Councels in their Saviours cau&s;e?</L>
<L>It is not charitable; it is not Brother</L>
<L>Now by my Crown you're too too po&s;itive,</L>
<L>And to no purpo&s;e neither. I'm re&s;olv'd&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>[Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="3" REF="4">
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Re&s;olv'd! on your own Ruine Sir I fear.</L>
<L>Chri&s;tian! Ay, that's the word; but Intere&s;t</L>
<L>Is the thing. That Damn'd Chancellor,</L>
<L><HI>Romes</HI> Pentionary lately, now the
<HI>Turks</HI>&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, may be both's Sir &s;till&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mo&s;t likely &s;o.</L>
<L>H'has Province after Province, &s;old the Realm</L>
<L>To this one Town almo&s;t; yet now for&s;ooth</L>
<L>It is below our Honours to pay Tribute,</L>
<L>'Las that may make a Title; as if a <HI>Turk</HI></L>
<L>Regarded any Title but Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we were able, I &s;till pre&s;t a War,</L>
<L>To keep the danger further from our Home,</L>
<L>Or drive it o're the <HI>Helle&s;pont</HI> again,</L>
<L>But then 'twas wi&s;ely urg'd that my Ambition</L>
<L>Aym'd to be popular among&s;t the Souldiers;</L>
<L>And this my Brothers jealou&s;ie gave ear to;</L>
<L>As if a Brother that would ba<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ely aim</L>
<L>At Empire by Di&s;loyalty and T<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters">on,</L>
<L>Would &s;tand upon the way to compa&s;s it;</L>
<L>No, they mi&s;take my temper: All I &s;eek,</L>
<L>Is bright un&s;ully'd glory: I'd not be</L>
<L>Sole Monarch of the world by one ba&s;e deed;</L>
<L>No, by my great and everla&s;ting hopes</L>
<L>I would not, my <HI>Dorello.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, they know that too well, they dur&s;t not el&s;e</L>
<L>Play with the fire that might perhaps con&s;ume 'em;</L>
<L>But 'tis their &s;ole Advantage you are hone&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>And mine too; for the horrid pangs of guilt</L>
<L>That hourly torture them, and make 'em watch</L>
<L>The &s;mall and bu&s;ie Whi&s;pers of the Crowd,</L>
<L>That buz in Courts, and make the thing call'd State</L>
<L>Ne're trouble me; I can undi&s;compos'd</L>
<L>Receive &s;ome ill-taught, rugged man oth'Guard,</L>
<L>Rudely advancing to me from his place</L>
<L>To ask &s;ome Boon; when they at &s;uch a time</L>
<PB N="4" REF="5">
<L>Boggle, and &s;tand amaz'd, expecting from him</L>
<L>The guilty, tho the well de&s;erved blow:</L>
<L>Their Dreams too I'm a&s;&s;ur'd are all compos'd</L>
<L>Of Pri&s;ons, Axes, Daggers, and &s;uddain Stabs;</L>
<L>Flight a&s;ter Battle, or &s;uch dreadful things,</L>
<L>When mine are made of &s;weet and plea&s;ant walks,</L>
<L>By Cry&s;tal &s;treams, &s;et all with Bays and Mi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">tle;</L>
<L>Or el&s;e in Fields, where every &s;tep I take,</L>
<L>I meet a Love, or joyful Victory.</L>
<L>And who would have the be&s;t part of his life,</L>
<L>Sweet &s;leep &s;o &s;poild, and lo&s;e its name of re&s;t</L>
<L>By ills, who&s;e ends obtain'd, are far le&s;s &s;ollid.</L>
<L>Come then; whil&s;t the&s;e bad men are faintly pleas'd</L>
<L>At this new Conque&s;t o're th'Emperors &s;oul,</L>
<L>And bu&s;ily are framing Keys and Cyphers</L>
<L>Fal&s;ely to give as fal&s;e Intelligence;</L>
<L>"Let thou and I <HI>Dorello,</HI> free from care,</L>
<L>"To mirth and love our joyful minutes &s;pare.</L>
<STAGE>[Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Cardinal, Chancellor, Ju&s;tiniano.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI> rea&s;on &s;trongly urg'd</L>
<L>Again&s;t the War, and almo&s;t carry'd it;</L>
<L>He is a Prince of large and &s;teady parts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay Sir, the more we ju&s;tly fear his power;</L>
<L>The Empire dreads not more its forraign Foes,</L>
<L>Then it does him at home; be&s;ides, you &s;ee</L>
<L>How fiercely he propo&s;es joyning with</L>
<L>The <HI>Turks</HI> them&s;elves, rather than We&s;tern Kings.</L>
<L>There's rooted in his &s;oul the Antient hate</L>
<L>This Empire &s;hew'd in the fir&s;t holy War,</L>
<L>When they betray'd tho&s;e pious, valiant Knights,</L>
<L><HI>Godfrey</HI> of <HI>Bulloign, Robert</HI> of
<HI>Normandy,</HI></L>
<L>And all the holy Cruciado'd Pilgrims,</L>
<L>That did accompany or follow them:</L>
<L>But let's no more of him; 'tis in his blood:</L>
<L>He hates both you and me, nay more unju&s;tly</L>
<L>Envies the Deeds of our brave General,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="5">
<L>Great <HI>Ju&s;tiniano</HI> here, without who&s;e help</L>
<L>This barb'rous <HI>Turk</HI> would quickly &s;wallow us:</L>
<L>But do not be di&s;courag'd Sir; you'l find</L>
<L>The Emperor your true and faithful Friend:</L>
<L>And me your Servant, con&s;tant to your merit.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do not doubt it Sir, nor fear his envy,</L>
<L>The <HI>Genowees</HI> my valiant Country-men,</L>
<L>Give them their pay, will fight in following me,</L>
<L>Till they and I perform &s;uch mighty things,</L>
<L>Shall turn that envy into admiration.</L>
<L>Envy me! It &s;tirs my rage me-thinks to hear it nam'd;</L>
<L>That any <HI>Greek,</HI> though of the greate&s;t blood,</L>
<L>Should &s;o exalt his thoughts to envy me!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Anger's great, &amp; noble, Sir: but &s;pare it;</L>
<L>'Twas his Ambition to have had your place.</L>
<L>And whil&s;t that hope continu'd, he was &s;till</L>
<L>Pre&s;&s;ing for War, though now what man &s;o Peaceful!</L>
<L>But fear him not; I'le watch the Emperour</L>
<L>That no affront &s;hall e're be plac'd upon you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>On me affront! what Prince &s;o hardy dares it?</L>
<L>Let him, that does it, though the <HI>Turks</HI> were here,</L>
<L>Here clo&s;e before our Walls, expect and &s;ind,</L>
<L>I'le turn this noble City to a &s;lame,</L>
<L>And then like <HI>Zenophon</HI> from th'mid'&s;t of
<HI>Per&s;ia,</HI></L>
<L>I'd force my way through all the <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Camp,</L>
<L>And carry back my full four thou&s;and men</L>
<L>To <HI>Genoa</HI> again. This I would do Sir,</L>
<L>And on the lea&s;t Affront; by Heavens I would,</L>
<L>And tell the Emperor this, and &s;o farewell;</L>
<L>You've heated me; I am not fit for Councel.</L>
<STAGE>[Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>How his brave Rage becomes him! 'Tis a Crime</L>
<L>In a great Souldier to be Ceremonious,</L>
<L>They that can laugh at Death on days of 's Triumph,</L>
<L>When circl'd round with Javelings, Spears, &amp; Darts,</L>
<L>Arrows, Pikes, Partizans, and battle-Axes;</L>
<L>Mounted on Chariots, arm'd with murdering Sithes</L>
<PB N="6" REF="6">
<L>Mowing down life it &s;elf, in fields of men,</L>
<L>And prais'd by plaudits of the thundering Canon,</L>
<L>Almo&s;t annihilating tho&s;e they kill;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that (I &s;ay) can meet Death thus and &s;mile,</L>
<L>Need not concern them&s;elves in le&s;&s;er &s;ears.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>He's of that Country fame has ever courted,</L>
<L>For Arts and Armes, &s;weet fertile <HI>Italy,</HI></L>
<L>And without Arrogance, though I'm its native:</L>
<L>I'le &s;ay, no Nation under Heav'n comes near it</L>
<L>Now; though its Eagles wings are quite di&s;plum'd</L>
<L>For Souldiers, States-men, or Philo&s;ophers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>We need not travel thither Sir for proof</L>
<L>That the true Romane vertue is not &s;pent,</L>
<L>Which civiliz'd the greate&s;t part oth' World,</L>
<L>Since in your &s;elf we have full evidence,</L>
<L>Your Eminence &s;peaks <HI>Rome</HI> in her full Lu&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, your Complement I'le &s;end to <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>It was I know de&s;ign'd his Holine&s;s,</L>
<L>And I'le not rob him of it: 'Tis too high</L>
<L>For me his poor and humble Immitator.</L>
<L>But my Lord,</L>
<L>All I can &s;ay won't heighten his e&s;teem</L>
<L>Of your true Zeal, Wi&s;dom or Piety,</L>
<L>That under Heaven are like to have the glory</L>
<L>Of rooting up this long continu'd Schi&s;me,</L>
<L>And giving to St. <HI>Peters</HI> Chaire his due.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis all the honour in this world I wi&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cardin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le not defer my Letters Sir for <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>That they may know your pious re&s;olution</L>
<L>Of &s;taking all again&s;t this barb'rous <HI>Turk.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I wi&s;h your Eminence, would pre&s;s them hard</L>
<L>For &s;peedy &s;uccors, and that his Holine&s;s</L>
<L>Would interpo&s;e his &s;acred admonitions</L>
<L>To reconcile the Kings of <HI>France</HI> and
<HI>England,</HI></L>
<L>That private di&s;cords, lay'd by them a&s;ide,</L>
<L>They might a&s;&s;i&s;t the general Chri&s;tian Cau&s;e:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="7" REF="6">
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall not fail it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Letters writ, the Emperors expre&s;s</L>
<L>Shall wait upon Eminence for them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Lord&s;hips faithful Servant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Eminencies Creature.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Exeunt <HI>Cardinal.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>Who waits there? Call <HI>Michael</HI> my new</L>
<L>Secretary to me!</L>
<L>Dance mighty Genius at my growing Fate,</L>
<L>All things as well as Thee con&s;pire my glory:</L>
<L>What a dull Earth-born crowd of groveling &s;ouls</L>
<L>Are all men but my &s;elf, I yet could meet with:</L>
<L>This Cardinal, the <HI>Cato</HI> now of <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>How I unnerve his Rea&s;on when I &s;peak,</L>
<L>And make his Rhetorick lacqu't after mine.</L>
<L>That Souldier too, the <HI>Cethegus</HI> of
<HI>Genoa;</HI></L>
<L>How I can make him by one &s;ingle word</L>
<L>Rage or be calme, humble or in&s;olent;</L>
<L>The&s;e are good Tooles to work with, I con&s;e&s;s,</L>
<L>But 'tis in hands, that mannage 'em like me,</L>
<L>Not in an Emperors, who&s;e hone&s;t &s;oul</L>
<L>Sees not the in&s;ide of his own affairs,</L>
<L>But winds and turns, totters, and then grows &s;teddy,</L>
<L>Not as his own, but my de&s;igns require it.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Enter <HI>Michael,</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L><HI>Michael,</HI> my faithful friend, though</L>
<L>Seeming Servant&mdash;</L>
<L>Write pre&s;ently to thy great Lord and mine,</L>
<L>That with all &s;peed that may be, he advances,</L>
<L>And claps before our Walls: I in the Councel</L>
<L>According to my promi&s;e carry'd it</L>
<L>For War, and to refu&s;e the Tribute he requires,</L>
<L>The We&s;tern Princes the wi&s;e Emperor</L>
<L>Relys on, will be long con&s;ulting on't</L>
<L>Before that they conclude of our relief,</L>
<L>And longer e're they &s;end it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Micha.</SPEAKER>
<L>What excu&s;e</L>
<L>Shall I my Lord make unto <HI>Synan Ba&s;&s;a,</HI></L>
<PB N="8" REF="7">
<L>That you have taken in 4000 men</L>
<L>Under this <HI>Ju&s;tiniano;</HI> The&s;e recruits&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shall make us far more feeble than we were,</L>
<L>As I will order it; for the Senate,</L>
<L>I'le &s;till po&s;&s;e&s;s with jealou&s;ies and fears</L>
<L>Of Laws &s;ubverting, and religious change,</L>
<L>That they no aid &s;hall to the Emperor give;</L>
<L>Then in due time the&s;e men &s;hall mutiny,</L>
<L>And &s;o the Town is his: be&s;ides, the&s;e Aydes</L>
<L>Were the &s;ole argument again&s;t Prince
<HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>That we would weather out the growing &s;torm</L>
<L>Till larger &s;uccors come from <HI>Italy.</HI></L>
<L>Inform the Ba&s;&s;a this under your Cypher,</L>
<L>My Letters of the re&s;t &s;hall &s;treng then yours;</L>
<L>And bid <HI>Lorenzo</HI> come</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Exeunt <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>So much for <HI>Adrianople,</HI> now for <HI>Rome.</HI></L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Lorenzo.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L><HI>Lorenzo!</HI> my ever true <HI>Lorenzo;</HI> prithee quickly,</L>
<L>Prepare a tru&s;ty Currier for <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>To the Cardinal <HI>Patron;</HI> let your Letters be</L>
<L>To this effect; That I've receiv'd his Bills,</L>
<L>And thank him for 'em; Tell him too</L>
<L>The Warrs decreed in Councel &s;pite of
<HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>And a Defiance &s;ent to Mahomet,</L>
<L>Who I believe's on's March: Next, that the Ayds</L>
<L>He or his Holine&s;s intends to &s;end,</L>
<L>Let 'em not come, till joyn'd with th'other Forces</L>
<L>The re&s;t o'th' Chri&s;tian Princes may prepare,</L>
<L>They may prove u&s;ele&s;s el&s;e. So far in yours. &mdash;</L>
<L>And mine &s;hall &s;peak the re&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Exit. <HI>Lorenzo.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>I know their minds&mdash;</L>
<L>The Turk mu&s;t take this Town, and then the Pope</L>
<L>Will have no Rival Bi&s;hop in the World.</L>
<L>Let them have their de&s;ign, &s;o I can be</L>
<L>G<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">and Vizier to this growing Monarchy.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Exit. <HI>Chancel.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="9" REF="7"><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo, Dorello, Irene, Udoxia,</HI> attended by <HI>Mutantrope.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was my Ambition, but what's Natural,</L>
<L>To our half-witted Sex. your Highne&s;s would not</L>
<L>Be troubl'd to pur&s;ue, but to avoyd;</L>
<L>But I'le confe&s;s before <HI>Udoxia</HI> here,</L>
<L>And your <HI>Dorello</HI> too, the more you &s;peak</L>
<L>Of Love to me&mdash;</L>
<L>The more I mu&s;t deny; nay, I &s;hall find</L>
<L>From every new obliging word you utter,</L>
<L>New Arguments to make me ob&s;tinate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah <HI>Irene!</HI> Can har&s;h and cruel words like the&s;e you &s;peak,</L>
<L>Be prompted by your heart, and yet your brow</L>
<L>Calme and &s;erene, take no Impre&s;&s;ions from it.</L>
<L>You deal by me like wanton cruel Judges,</L>
<L>That change a Je&s;t with the poor Criminal</L>
<L>Their next breath mu&s;t condemne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir, rather</L>
<L>Like a ju&s;t Favourite, who from his Prince</L>
<L>Refu&s;es to accept &s;ome mighty Grace,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e it may bring his Ma&s;ters prudence into que&s;ti|on;</L>
<L>I, through your proffer'd friend&s;hip Sir, can well</L>
<L>Di&s;cern the Crime of &s;tate I &s;hould commit</L>
<L>Both 'gain&s;t your Per&s;on and this Empire too,</L>
<L>If I &s;hould &s;uffer you to make me yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wave the&s;e neglected things Empire &amp; State</L>
<L>They're &s;carce of Kin to me; but if they were,</L>
<L>Power was de&s;ign'd to make its Owner happy;</L>
<L>Not to confine him Slave to Drudge for it.</L>
<L>A Prince, who&s;e Title's good, ne're never doubt:</L>
<L>Let him &s;tuddy; but his Pow'r is &s;o;</L>
<L>If, (as I ne're &s;hall wi&s;h) a Diadem</L>
<PB N="10" REF="8">
<L>Should once adorn this head. No act of mine.</L>
<L>Act &s;aid I! not the mo&s;t minute Expre&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>Should flow from one re&s;train'd; No: all &s;hould know</L>
<L>What I &s;aid &s;hould be, &s;urely &s;hould be &s;o.</L>
<L>To one re&s;olv'd to Reign on Terms like the&s;e,</L>
<L>The Empires &s;afe, let him do what he plea&s;e;</L>
<L>So Madam I de&s;ire you would not mix</L>
<L>Affairs of State with my free Love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, yo're &s;o great and gen'rous, you teach me</L>
<L>To be &s;o too; therefore I'le plainly tell you</L>
<L>I cannot Marry you, for I already am engag'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Udoxia,</HI> Say no more, it mu&s;t be &s;o!</L>
<L>You hear her own it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is that to me?</L>
<L>Tho I confe&s;s I'm very much amaz'd</L>
<L>To hear her own Pa&s;&s;ion I ne're dream't of.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>A&s;&s;oon I &s;hould believe <HI>Thomazo</HI> had</L>
<L>A &s;ecret, hee'd not let <HI>Dorello</HI> know</L>
<L>As that <HI>Irene</HI> has one you not partake.</L>
<L>But Madam; let me dye in your neglects,</L>
<L>Regarded le&s;s than your weak tatling Woman,</L>
<L>To whom I dare be &s;worn you've told all this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go fal&s;e <HI>Dorello!</HI> go fal&s;e wicked Lord;</L>
<L>I now perceive the end of all your Vows;</L>
<L>It was to mix your pa&s;&s;ion with the Princes,</L>
<L>Not in e&s;teem of me, but to &s;erve him;</L>
<L>But I'm glad this Secret was not Mine to tell you!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Udoxia!</HI> you do well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more my Lord,</L>
<L>This is an office for your Serving-man.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Love, like <HI>Mutantrope,</HI> your Highne&s;s Boy,</L>
<L>Does now and then make &s;igns, but cannot &s;peak;</L>
<L>This di&s;&s;erence only is, my Love can hear,</L>
<PB N="11" REF="8">
<L>Though dumb, like him it mu&s;t for ever be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let it make &s;igns that are as plain as his:</L>
<L>'Tis all I'le ask; I would but know his Name,</L>
<L>Who&s;e mighty merit has obtain'd your Love:</L>
<L>Come <HI>Mutantrope,</HI> teach a Dumb God thy Art&mdash;</L>
<L>Ah Boy that this was truth!</L>
<STAGE><HI><HI>Thom.</HI> Signes. <HI>Mutan.</HI> an&s;wers in &s;ignes, all li&s;t,</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is't he &s;ays?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thoma.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall but mock my &s;elf in telling you:</L>
<L>But yet I will&mdash;He &s;ays that you Love me&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fy Sir! you make me blu&s;h. I know he did not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;aid it on my life, and &s;wore it by &s;ignes.</L>
<L>I'le ask him, Madam, how he comes to know it!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Know it! good <HI>Dorello,</HI> &s;ay not &s;o,</L>
<L>I know my Duty better&mdash;if you plea&s;e</L>
<L>Ask him, why he thinks &s;o&mdash;</L>
<L>But pray my Lord, tell Truth; what were his</L>
<STAGE><HI><HI>Dor.</HI> makes &s;ignes; he an&s;wers them:
<HI>Thom.</HI> whi&s;pers <HI>Iren.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>Signes?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;ays by This, he's &s;ure you love his Ma&s;ter;</L>
<L>Then, when he brings you Letters, you fir&s;t Ki&s;s them,</L>
<L>Then thru&s;t 'em in your Bo&s;om; then reading them,</L>
<L>You Ki&s;s at every word; be&s;ides, he &s;ays</L>
<L>You make &s;o much of him when he brings Letters,</L>
<L>That he is well a&s;&s;ur'd you Love the Sender.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do I not tell you, Madam, ju&s;t the &s;ame?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come, he's a Wagg; &s;end him no more to me,</L>
<L>He invents all this to plea&s;e you!</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Theophilus.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Emperor Sir, has Din'd!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What! will he not be at the Mask, my Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;carce believe he will; He &amp; the General</L>
<L>Are gone to view theo Wrks&mdash;your Highne&s;s pardon!</L>
<L>Daughter, a word with you&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah <HI>Udoxia!</HI></L>
<L>Is it not &s;ad to be &s;upplanted thus?&mdash;</L>
<PB N="12" REF="9">
<L>There, where I thought I'd tane a little root,</L>
<L>Hope in my love, like early blo&s;&s;om'd fruit</L>
<L>By one late fro&s;t is nipt.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I believe it is a bla&s;ting &s;ea&s;on</L>
<L>Of love and friend&s;hip; both this noi&s;e of war</L>
<L>Like bitter, black, and rugged North-Ea&s;t winds,</L>
<L>Drives back the merry Spring of all delights.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, you may tru&s;t <HI>Udoxia,</HI> none knows better.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, by Experience, you much more
<HI>Dorello!</HI>&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is my Friends Fate and mine &s;o mixt together,</L>
<L>That I being wretched, he mu&s;t needs be &s;o:</L>
<L>I thought to &s;igh my griefs to happy Lovers,</L>
<L>That free from their own Cares, might pitty me!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope your Highne&s;s needs it not, &s;ince now.</L>
<L><HI>Dorello</HI> has left &s;i&s;ting me for Secrets</L>
<L>To quarrel with me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I under&s;tand not this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>He will explain it when next he laughs at me.</L>
<L><HI>Irene</HI> is going Sir; 'tis time to dre&s;s.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Exit. <HI>Iron.</HI> &amp;
<HI>Udox.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Emperor has given his final An&s;wer</L>
<L>To th' <HI>Turki&s;h Chiaws</HI>&mdash;all Tribute is deny'd:</L>
<L>So I believe we mu&s;t expect a War:</L>
<L>And that brought home to us; but 'cis no matter;</L>
<L>Our Walls are &s;trong, our People numerous,</L>
<L>Rich too, beyond Saciety; &s;o that Souldiers</L>
<L>Will find their Pay, and they &s;till follow that:</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, our <HI>We&s;tern</HI> Aydes, the
<HI>Cardinal</HI></L>
<L>Does undertake &s;hall &s;peedily be here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>From whence? My Lord, the Pope, for all his Po&s;ts,</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure does wi&s;h our Ruine! His help will come</L>
<L>When he has reconcil'd <HI>England</HI> and
<HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>So well to joyn their Armes to &s;uccour us,</L>
<L>That will be never; <HI>Spain</HI> is &s;till &s;trugling</L>
<L>Again&s;t the <HI>Moores;</HI> and <HI>Germany</HI></L>
<L>Is bu&s;i'd with Religious Mutineers:</L>
<L>Whence mu&s;t come Succour then, except from Hea|ven,</L>
<PB N="13" REF="9">
<L>And our own Courages; which could we joyn</L>
<L>Might do the work: but I do fear that too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fir&s;t humbly craving of your Highne&s;s, pardon</L>
<L>For arguing 'gain&s;t your Sence; I will remember</L>
<L>The Sultan, as the <HI>Chancellor</HI> a&s;&s;ures us,</L>
<L>For all his braggs cannot be here the&s;e five Moneths:</L>
<L>Then, the <HI>Pope</HI> has 30 Galleys ready</L>
<L>With 15000^n^d^. men: The&s;e Succours will</L>
<L>Within Six weeks be here; or there's no Faith</L>
<L>Left among&s;t Chri&s;tians; for the Cardinal &s;wears it.</L>
<L>Then Sir, the States of <HI>Genoa</HI> and
<HI>Venice</HI></L>
<L>Will &s;end us 40. more; 'Tis their own bu&s;ine&s;s:</L>
<L>The&s;e helps are certain Sir&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay; when they're here!&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, you are all compos'd of Unbelief;</L>
<L>The Councel doubts, the Emperor fears it in you,</L>
<L>And I in humble Duty tell you this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know your hearty love does prompt the&s;e words;</L>
<L>And I am not angry at them; but my Lord,</L>
<L>The Court or Coun&s;els doubts, nor Emperors fears,</L>
<L>Shant make me &s;ilent, when I &s;ee my Prince betray'd,</L>
<L>My Prince and Brother too; could I do that</L>
<L>With Ju&s;tice, then they might &s;ay I was guilty</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e Ambitious projects that they dream of;</L>
<L>But the fal&s;e <HI>Chancellor</HI> with all his tricks,</L>
<L>His little purblind tricks of coke&s;ing parties,</L>
<L>Shall ne're gain me to be a property</L>
<L>For him to &s;talk withal&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope your Holine&s;s</L>
<L>Will ea&s;ily believe I had no de&s;ign</L>
<L>To put you into pa&s;&s;ion; but my Lord,</L>
<L>'I is time to change the &s;ubject&mdash;Sir, the Court</L>
<L>Does come in Ma&s;querade tho'tis by day-light,</L>
<L>To avoyd the Danger that &s;ome fewds may bring.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then 'tis not a &s;et Ma&s;que.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, nothing but a Dance, or &s;o</L>
<PB N="14" REF="10">
<L>Mixt with all freedom, for the Court Spectators</L>
<L>To mend the Sports them&s;elves by their own Dancing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Dorello</HI> come! Let you and I go dre&s;s&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Highne&s;s humble Creature.</L>
<STAGE>[Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter a Servant, <HI>Andrea</HI> and
<HI>Lionello.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Surely the General will come &s;ee the&s;e Sports.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lionel.</SPEAKER>
<L>No doubt on't, let's &s;tay for him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble Captains!</L>
<L>All per&s;ons will be here <HI>incognito,</HI></L>
<L>It is the orders of the Entertainment,</L>
<L>And you mu&s;t needs comply, or go away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;t! to a Souldier; Saw&s;y Groom, we won't;</L>
<L>Let the Court-Butter-&s;lies come how they will,</L>
<L>We are re&s;olv'd to &s;hew our faces here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>My <HI>Lord Chamberlain</HI> will be angry Sir: The&s;e</L>
<L>Are his Lodgings.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>We care not who&s;e they be, nor for his anger;</L>
<L>Our Swords will find an univer&s;al freedom</L>
<L>In &s;pight of your Court-tricks&mdash;then hold your prating&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Serv.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well Gallants, mark the end on't.</L>
<STAGE>[Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Irene</HI> and <HI>Eudoxia</HI> Ma&s;qu'd.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e are Women <HI>Lionello</HI> &s;ure&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lionel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ladys, The number's equal, and the field cleer,</L>
<L>Why &s;hould we not engage?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! Dumb! the&s;e &s;ure are moving Statues.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>But of <HI>Pigmalion</HI>'s making, fit for Man.</L>
<L>I'le feel if this be warm; how! Coy, Lady!</L>
<L>Not a &s;o&s;t touch go down; 'tis pitty Faith</L>
<L>I han't you &s;ingly here; wee'd &s;ure feel out</L>
<L>A better under&s;tanding e're we parted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>How got the&s;e rude men in I wonder Cozen?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ne'r mind them Madam, the Officers will come</L>
<L>And &s;end 'em hence anon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="15" REF="10">
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Demi-treble, there's none &s;o bold that dares it:</L>
<L>Therefore good Queen o'th' Diamonds, let me try</L>
<L>How the Cherries of your lips ta&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>In&s;olent Baffoon! &s;tand off.</L>
<STAGE>[Strikes him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this? So nimble with your upper tire,</L>
<L>I'le try what bore your neather Quarters carry.</L>
<L>Come, at 'em <HI>Lionella.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[They ruffle them.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Theophilus.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ruffians! what rudene&s;s is this? Know you this place?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>What an old Fool it is to ask that que&s;tion.</L>
<L>Old men are &s;illy things: but <HI>Lionello,</HI></L>
<L>That &s;hall not &s;poile our &s;port.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure Gallants, the&s;e</L>
<L>Are no becoming actions in a Court&mdash;</L>
<L>Such places &s;hould be Sacred.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay &s;o are Churches, yet &s;ome are &s;o wicked as to appoint</L>
<L>Bawdy Meetings there&mdash;</L>
<L>Sacred&mdash;a pretty word! Alas, my Lord,</L>
<L>Your Dancing-days are done; all places now</L>
<L>Are Sacred where you come, except for &s;pitting.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lionel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure this old Lord <HI>Andrea</HI> has been right</L>
<L>When he was young; he now does &s;o contrive</L>
<L>To bring young things a clicketting together.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Since you are Strangers, I forgive your rudene&s;s;</L>
<L>But pray be gone and learn &s;ome better manners</L>
<L>Again&s;t next time you come; or you will find</L>
<L>This place no Court of Guard&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lionel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh Heaven's <HI>Andrea!</HI></L>
<L>How the old Creature raves: Prithee Good man,</L>
<L>Con&s;ider <HI>Turks</HI> are coming. <HI>Turks</HI> d'you hear!&mdash;</L>
<L>What place will then be Sacred, if we don't</L>
<L>By our undaunted Courage keep them &s;o!</L>
<L>In fine, do you &s;ee my Lord, we know this place</L>
<L>To be our Garri&s;on, where wee'l be free,</L>
<L>Nay too, without the Laws of Ma&s;querade&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="16" REF="11">
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay Ma&s;querade is Sacred too; I'le warrant you</L>
<L>Though t' be intended to help folks to do&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>What?&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>It has but an odd name, and fitter 'tis</L>
<L>To practice, than to &s;peak it. Stand but &s;till</L>
<L>Wee'l make your old Chops water pre&s;ently.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>Villains forbear! Ho <HI>Azo!</HI> Ho <HI>Aro&s;to!</HI></L>
<STAGE>Draws; they di&s;arm him.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Keep your old Chops together, I'le</L>
<L>Cut your Throat el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo</HI> in Di&s;gui&s;e.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What In&s;olence is this? Villains, Slaves!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is &s;ome real Devil &s;ure, he fights &s;o.</L>
<STAGE>[Fights:</STAGE>
<STAGE>[He throws down one, and di&s;arms the other.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>That needs not be; for you Ladies, you are &s;afe.</L>
<L>What are you, dare do this?</L>
<STAGE>[Unmasques.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>We are Souldiers, like your Highne&s;s: <HI>Italian</HI> Officers:</L>
<L>We were on &s;light di&s;coveries pickeering a little.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Servants.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your General &s;hall know this; There, &s;ecure them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>To th'Porters Lodge with them&mdash;ha! Is't you.</L>
<STAGE>[The Ladies Unmaske.</STAGE>
<L>What made you out &s;o &s;oon?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>T'avoid being known! for who could think &s;uch Ruffians</L>
<L>Could have got in! I hope your Highne&s;s has not receiv'd a hurt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>No new one: But I'le go</L>
<L>Out for a little time, and &s;hi&s;t my &s;hape, and then return;</L>
<L>I el&s;e may &s;pode the Mirth, by being known.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Exit <HI>Thoma.</HI> and
<HI>Theoph.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Cali&s;ta;</HI> they go to Mask: She unmasks.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis our be&s;t way to do &s;o too <HI>Udoxia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, 'tis too late Ladies, I know you both;</L>
<L>But I will be &s;o ju&s;t, you &s;hall know me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cali&s;ta!</HI> 'Tis a pretty Ve&s;t that you have on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I do like your dre&s;s much better Madam&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="17" REF="11">
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis not the Cloaths, but Friend&s;hip prompts this liking;</L>
<L>As change, and you will &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Withal my heart.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>I readily con&s;ent.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come then retire,</L>
<L>You'l &s;ee 'tis not the Cloaths you both admire.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Mu&s;ick plays; Enter &s;everal per&s;ons as to Ma&s;querade; among&s;t them <HI>Thomazo, Dorello, Irene, Udoxia,</HI> and
<HI>Cali&s;ta.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE>A Song.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>After the Song, a Dance led by Ambition, Repre&s;ented by a Mon|&s;ter with many Bodies, and but one Head, with a Crown upon it, follow'd by <HI>War, Famine, Murder,</HI> and <HI>Death:</HI> The Dance brought up by <HI>Fame,</HI> repre&s;ented by one Body, and &s;everal Heads and Hands, each having a Trumpet in it. Towards the end of the Dance <HI>Thomazo</HI> removes towards <HI>Cali&s;ta,</HI> &s;uppo&s;ing her to be <HI>Irene</HI> by her Habit.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is <HI>Irene;</HI> I know her by her Dre&s;s:</L>
<L>Love, Madam, like to yours, is a wor&s;e Mon&s;ter</L>
<L>Than black <HI>Ambition</HI> is de&s;crib'd to be;</L>
<L>For Fame attending him does always &s;ound</L>
<L>Such loud Alarmes to the drowzy World,</L>
<L>That men to Armes can fly for their defence;</L>
<L>But again&s;t &s;ilent Love there is no guard.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Love tells me 'tis the Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s voyce!</L>
<L>But why all this to me? I cannot tell,</L>
<L>Except my heart has taught my eyes to &s;peak</L>
<L>And &s;ay that bleeds for him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>My <HI>Mutantrope</HI></L>
<L>Has by his &s;ignes, I fear, done me &s;ome hurt:</L>
<L>But Madam, be not too &s;everely angry;</L>
<L>He ne're &s;hall take that liberty again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis he, the naming of his <HI>Mutantrope</HI> confirms it.</L>
<STAGE>[a&s;ide.</STAGE>
<L>Now mighty Love a&s;&s;i&s;t me, and I'le be</L>
<L>Thy Votere&s;&s;e for ever.</L>
<PB N="18" REF="12">
<L>Noble Prince!</L>
<L>Your Highne&s;s Love has cho&s;en too low an object,</L>
<L>If I be it, as I &s;hall ever doubt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah Madam, &s;ay not &s;o!&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>[They Whi&s;per.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why &s;hould <HI>Thomazo</HI> &s;ingle thus
<HI>Cali&s;ta.</HI></L>
<STAGE>[A Jigg here.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>You made me Madam, more than happy now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's this? Cur&s;t be my Ears for hearing it,</L>
<L>And Cur&s;t be all men for <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s &s;ake!</L>
<L>Is he &s;o amorous that <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> can</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;s a place in that fal&s;e heart of his;</L>
<L><HI>Cali&s;ta,</HI> whom he always &s;eem'd to loath</L>
<L>For being Daughter to the Chancellor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam! I'le keep my word; no trick of State</L>
<L>Shall bar my happine&s;s: At break of Day,</L>
<L>In St. <HI>Sophia</HI>'s Church I'le meet you, Madam,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t by our Ladies Altar: Bring <HI>Udoxia,</HI></L>
<L>I'le bring <HI>Dorello,</HI> they will be enow</L>
<L>To witne&s;s we are Marry'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>But fal&s;e man!</L>
<L>You &s;hall have more, for I'le be there my &s;elf</L>
<L>To throw thy broken Vows 'mong&s;t tho&s;e you make:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;hall give Plagues to all your Nuptial hours,</L>
<L>And change the Ble&s;&s;ings of the Prie&s;ts to Cur&s;es.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not your Father know the lea&s;t of this,</L>
<L>That Notice may not be taken of our Whi&s;pers.</L>
<L>I'le lead you out to Dance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Udox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be not too ra&s;h, con&s;ider 'tis your &s;elf</L>
<L>Did give him cau&s;e for this; you own'd you Lov'd,</L>
<L>And &s;aid with all, you ne're could Marry him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>In &s;uch an Aire, and &s;uch a Tone I &s;poke it;</L>
<L>It could not mean him ill.</L>
<STAGE>[Dance of Eight.</STAGE>
<L>But &s;ee my Father.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="19" REF="12"><HI>Enter <HI>Theophilus, Emperor, Ju&s;tiniano, Andrea, Lionello, Mutantrope,</HI> Guards.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Emperor is pre&s;ent, and commands</L>
<L>That all avoyd the Room, who're in Di&s;gui&s;e,</L>
<L>Except the Prince <HI>Thomazo.</HI>&mdash;Pray withdraw.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI><HI>Ex.</HI> All the Ma&s;quers.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emper.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brother, 'tis &s;trange you bear no more re&s;pect</L>
<L>To our Commands, nor to the General,</L>
<L>But have Impri&s;on'd the&s;e two Officers</L>
<L>Without his Privity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know your Maje&s;ty did ne're intend</L>
<L>To exempt them from common Ju&s;tice,</L>
<L>And make them Lawle&s;s. Their In&s;olence&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tian.</SPEAKER>
<L>In&s;olence! How mean you by that word?</L>
<L>I'd have your Highne&s;s eat it up again,</L>
<L>And call't neglect.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>How! eat my words my Lord?</L>
<L>The Sacred pre&s;ence of this dread Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Re&s;traines me, or by Heav'n&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>What would you el&s;e?</L>
<L>Nay, what dur&s;t you do my Lord? my Honour</L>
<L>Full fledg'd can mount above your weak ob&s;ervance,</L>
<L>Though you're oth'Eagles Brood.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this? My Lord, do you our Brother know?</L>
<L>And where you &s;peak this to him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes Sir! or&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or what? Let not your Pride profane this&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Profane a&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Empr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Out of our pre&s;ence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay, and your Empire to.</L>
<L>I'le beat my Drums but for an exerci&s;e,</L>
<L>And &s;port my men out of your large Dominions&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Empr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Seize on the Traytor!&mdash;So, convey him hence</L>
<L>To the Ca&s;tle, Pri&s;oner. I'le ne're indure this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Send all my men to Pri&s;on too, el&s;e in vain</L>
<PB N="20" REF="13">
<L>You hope to keep me here.&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Ex. <HI>Ju&s;tin. Guards.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>May now perceive the In&s;olence of Strangers,</L>
<L>When once they know you need them: But I am</L>
<L>Too blame to urge this now&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, not at all;</L>
<L>By this one hours di&s;cour&s;e I have had with him,</L>
<L>I find his Pride to be beyond enduring;</L>
<L>He boa&s;ts our Safety mu&s;t proceed from him,</L>
<L>And quotes the Chancellor for &s;aying this;</L>
<L>I do begin to doubt the Arts of him too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, he's a Traytor, or I'm not a man.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Chancellor.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty mu&s;t pardon this Intru&s;ion,</L>
<L>Your Highne&s;s too; my ha&s;ty Zeal requires it;</L>
<L>Letters ju&s;t now arriv'd bring certain word</L>
<L>The Sultan's on his March, and will this Night</L>
<L>Be lodg'd before our Walls.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this my Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>By this Surprizal we are lo&s;t for ever.</L>
<L>Ah gracious Heav'n, take back this burden, life,</L>
<L>Before I &s;ee the Mi&s;eries are coming.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>This ill agrees my Lord with your la&s;t news</L>
<L>Of five moneths hence, they cou'd not come before;</L>
<L>But 'tis what I expected&mdash;This &s;uddain danger</L>
<L>Mu&s;t prompt your Maje&s;ty with double Vigour.</L>
<L>To make &s;harp oppo&s;ition&mdash;Sir, arre&s;t</L>
<L>All Ships are in the Harbour, &s;ieze their &s;tores</L>
<L>Of Guns and Ammunition&mdash;with the Guards,</L>
<L>And &s;ome oth' <HI>Genoway</HI> Foot: I'le out and meet
'em&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>No! I am re&s;olv'd</L>
<L>To Head our fir&s;t attempt with my own per&s;on.</L>
<L>The <HI>Turks</HI> &s;hall find 'tis not our want of Courage,</L>
<L>But factions in our State that makes them be</L>
<L>Succe&s;sful &s;till in all their Wars again&s;t us.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="21" REF="13">
<SPEAKER>Tho.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Sir be pleas'd to tru&s;t me with this Sally:</L>
<L>Your pre&s;ence is mo&s;t needful in the Town;</L>
<L>At &s;uch a time as this you'l find the people</L>
<L>Prompted by fear too apt for all &s;edition;</L>
<L>May be the Souldiers too may take advantage</L>
<L>Of the fir&s;t uprore which this news will bring,</L>
<L>And fall to doing mi&s;chief; be&s;ides great Sir,</L>
<L>You'l find new Orders every minute needful,</L>
<L>Which none but your Authority can give.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your rea&s;ons &s;hall per&s;wade me, go
<HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>And may Heav'n Crown thy Sword with Victory.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Sir be &s;trong</L>
<L>To your Imperial &s;elf, that's all I'le &s;ay;</L>
<L>If &s;o, I make no doubt by th'help of Heav'n</L>
<L>To drive this <HI>Sultan</HI> back with as much &s;hame.</L>
<L>As once his Father found when he be&s;ieg'd us.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Ex. <HI>Thomaze.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Prince does &s;hew a great and generous Soul,</L>
<L>And will no doubt perform all that he &s;peaks;</L>
<L>But give me leave to think he has his ends</L>
<L>In all he does or &s;ays&mdash;Sir, this advice</L>
<L>Of &s;eizing all the Ships, the Senate &s;itting</L>
<L>With wonted freedom, I mu&s;t boldly &s;ay</L>
<L>Shews he would put you on ungrateful things,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t he pur&s;ues the popular him&s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Empr.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, your Circum&s;pection wears a Cloud</L>
<L>I cannot well &s;ee through; and I mu&s;t tell you</L>
<L>Your &s;al&s;e Intelligence and clo&s;e intriguing</L>
<L>Give me &s;ome hints for doubts; but let your actions</L>
<L>Wear a more candid out-&s;ide, 'tis not el&s;e</L>
<L>Your Intere&s;t in the Senate &s;hall protect you.</L>
<L>No Sir! it &s;hall not! but no reply my Lord:</L>
<L>As for my Brother, I am &s;ure he loves me;</L>
<L>I've found he has, and cannot now &s;u&s;pect him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="22" REF="14">
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do not Sir; but yet I mu&s;t attempt</L>
<L>T'unloo&s;e one charme h'has plac'd upon your Soul.</L>
<L>That's Sir, about the General&mdash;'Tis not a time</L>
<L>To &s;tand on &s;light <HI>punctilio's</HI> with &s;uch men</L>
<L>As under&s;tand them not: This his re&s;traint</L>
<L>May chance endanger all; grant Sir, his freedom.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Empr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot do't, and Maje&s;ty be &s;afe:</L>
<L>His In&s;olence both to the Prince and me</L>
<L>Was more then Brutal&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>But your Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Should well con&s;ider leading Circum&s;tances</L>
<L>That did provoke him to't: The Prince you know</L>
<L>Had 'gain&s;t conditions of his Entertainment</L>
<L>Impri&s;on'd two of's Captains&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Empr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Speak no more on't;</L>
<L>"I'le not relea&s;e him till my Brother plea&s;e;</L>
<L>"Contempt of Pow'r is a State's wor&s;t Di&s;ea&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>[Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<TRAILER>End of the fir&s;t Act.</TRAILER>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="act">
<PB REF="15">
<PB N="21" REF="16">
<HEAD>ACT. II.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE>SCENE <HI>The Palace.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperour</HI> and <HI>Chancellour</HI> di&s;cour&s;ing.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>THe&s;e doubts of theirs concerning &s;uch wild things,</L>
<L>That Soveraign Pow'r may do, amaze me;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e 'tis po&s;&s;ible we may do harm,</L>
<L>Will they conclude we certainly do it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Has had no cau&s;e to doubt their &s;teddy Loves</L>
<L>To your Imperial Intere&s;t and Per&s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis true, my Lord, nor can my memory</L>
<L>Prompt me with want of care of them or theirs:</L>
<L>None of my Predece&s;&s;ors ever were</L>
<L>More careful of Propriety than I;</L>
<L>Therefore I cannot chu&s;e but take unkindly</L>
<L>Motions, like the&s;e, ju&s;t on the Neck of War.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Theophilus.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our Scouts are beaten in; the <HI>Turks</HI> Van-guard</L>
<L>Are ea&s;ily di&s;cern'd from off the Steeples,</L>
<L>Which does all the Streets produce the Crys</L>
<L>Of Women, Children, and the heartle&s;s Crowd</L>
<L>That nothing but Confu&s;ion fills the Town.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>It can't be help't; my Lord, we mu&s;t endure it.</L>
<L>The&s;e Noi&s;es fill the Streets of every place,</L>
<L>When they are fir&s;t be&s;ieg'd; a day or two</L>
<L>Will quiet all their minds.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope it will; but, my Lord Chancellour,</L>
<L>The &s;hort five moneths, &s;ince morning, makes me doubt</L>
<L>I have unknown unto my &s;elf been &s;leeping;</L>
<L>Or el&s;e that your Intelligence deceives you:</L>
<L>Or if not that, then you deceive us all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Methinks, my Lord, the liberty you take,</L>
<L>Doth &s;carce become this Pre&s;ence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why, my Lord,</L>
<PB N="22" REF="17">
<L>I'm &s;ure his Maje&s;ty will pardon me,</L>
<L>Since 'tis my plain and hone&s;t heart that &s;peaks;</L>
<L>And I mu&s;t own, it was your bold affirming,</L>
<L>That we had full five moneths for preparation,</L>
<L>Which got my Vote for War. But now I fear</L>
<L>The Rumour's true, that you have got a <HI>Turk</HI></L>
<L>To manage your Intelligence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this?</L>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty, I hope, will do me Ju&s;tice</L>
<L>Again&s;t this Calumny?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lord Chamberlain,</L>
<L>What grounds have you for this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truly no more</L>
<L>Than half the Lords o'th' Councels ju&s;t &s;u&s;pition;</L>
<L>Nay, the better half; but they perchance may err,</L>
<L>It is not the fir&s;t time, witne&s;s the approaching Siege.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you would have done more like a Friend</L>
<L>I' have told me of &s;uch Rumours privately.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good my Lord, is not this Pre&s;ence private?</L>
<L>Who's here but's Maje&s;ty, and you, and I;</L>
<L>As I am a Privy Councellour I &s;peak it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Explain your &s;elf; who, and what is't you mean?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mean you have a Secretary call'd
<HI>Michael.</HI>&mdash;</L>
<L>Some &s;ay he's a <HI>Turk;</HI></L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>And this Sir is the Man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>What cau&s;es this Intru&s;ion?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Micha.</SPEAKER>
<L>I come in ha&s;te</L>
<L>To give you notice all the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Ships,</L>
<L>And the <HI>Venetian</HI> too, are under Sail;</L>
<L>Except they be arre&s;ted pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>They will get pa&s;t the Forts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is not the Warrant i&s;&s;u'd for their &s;tay?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>A Broad-Seal-Warrant too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>That Sir they &s;light.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>They might &s;light Death as well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, they pretend</L>
<L>The Senate &s;ays it is again&s;t the Law,</L>
<L>That they &s;hould be Arre&s;ted.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="32" REF="17">
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Think of that Sir;</L>
<L>If they re&s;ent the deed, 'tis not the &s;tores</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e few Ships can recompence the lo&s;s</L>
<L>Of their affections.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor can their be&s;t Zeal</L>
<L>Find &s;uch another timely &s;uccour near</L>
<L>To draw to our &s;upply.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do as you plea&s;e,</L>
<L>But I dare pawn my life that they'l be troubl'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>At their departure mo&s;t, I'le warrant you;</L>
<L>At nothing el&s;e, my Head on't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>But what then?</L>
<L>Shall I neglect my duty to the whole</L>
<L>For private mens re&s;entments? Come, my Lord,</L>
<L>I'le &s;ee it done my &s;elf.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Emp.</HI> and <HI>Theop.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Michael!</HI> how is't?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gone Sir; beyond Redemption; both the Con&s;uls</L>
<L>Were at your Hou&s;e but now: There I advis'd them,</L>
<L>With all the ha&s;te that might be, to &s;et Sail,</L>
<L>Whatever Orders they &s;hou'd &s;ee to &s;top them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis very well; then you are &s;ure they're gone?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Zeal had never &s;eem'd &s;o earne&s;t el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>That happen'd well though: 'twill clear a late &s;u&s;pition</L>
<L>That you're a <HI>Turk.</HI>&mdash;</L>
<L>But more of that anon&mdash;You &s;ent the Warrant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye Sir; but gave command to him that went</L>
<L>To &s;ay you &s;eal'd it much again&s;t your will:</L>
<L>Be&s;ides, I &s;pread it every where abroad,</L>
<L>That 'twas again&s;t the Law; &s;o none would act by't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>That is a certain Method to confound things;</L>
<L>And 'tis the way I'le take; for I perceive</L>
<L>I've lo&s;t &s;ome ground i'th' Emperours affections,</L>
<L>And now mu&s;t keep my Pow'r more by the Vogue</L>
<L>O'th' Senate, than his love; but let's go out,</L>
<L>And view <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s Actions in the Field;</L>
<L>'Tis to his Genius only mine does yield.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<PB N="24" REF="18">
<STAGE>SCENE. <HI>A Field.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Great Shouts and Noi&s;e of Fighting: Enter
<HI>Thomazo, Do|rello,</HI> Officers with Swords drawn.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e <HI>Turks</HI> are le&s;s than Women in our hands;</L>
<L>Where e're we &s;hew our Faces, &s;till they fly;</L>
<L>If but the re&s;t o'th' Forces &s;ally'd out,</L>
<L>This Night would make a perfect end o'th' Siege.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their great Forlorn is routed totally,</L>
<L>And their Main Body &s;taggar'd, five thou&s;and more</L>
<L>Would have per&s;orm'd the work.&mdash;In all the Fight</L>
<L>I met but one brave Foe that dur&s;t make Head;</L>
<L>And when my Sword had made him Pri&s;oner,</L>
<L>He prov'd a <HI>Genowees.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What did you with him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Clapt my Sword through him Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>You did do well;</L>
<L>A Renogado Dog is ripe for Hell.</L>
<STAGE>A Shout.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>See my Lord, they'r marching on agen&mdash;</L>
<L>Will you to Hor&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Hedges make them u&s;ele&s;s;</L>
<L>I'le Charge i'th' Head of yonder Stand of Pikes.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Shouts.&mdash;Enter <HI>Turks</HI> drove in by
<HI>Synan, Mu&s;tapha,</HI> and other <HI>Ba&s;&s;a's.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>What wretched fearful Slaves! dare you not die?</L>
<L>Can you forget the Laws of De&s;tiny?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mu&s;ta.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fight; or the Death you'd &s;hun, you'l &s;ooner find;</L>
<L>Our Swords give Death to all who &s;eek to fly.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Shouts.&mdash;Enter <HI>Thomazo, Dorello,</HI> and Chri&s;tians: They &s;ight a while, the <HI>Turks</HI> retire &s;ighting.
<HI>Thomazo, Dorello,</HI> re-enter in ha&s;te.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>To Hor&s;e, to Hor&s;e, the <HI>Genoway</HI> Body &s;hrinks. Let's</L>
<L>Pre&s;ently relieve them.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e Chri&s;tians fight, as if the General Cau&s;e</L>
<L>Did wield each Sword.&mdash;Cur&s;e on our wretched Slaves,&mdash;</L>
<L>How fa&s;t they Rout!&mdash;Lead on the Grand Re&s;erve</L>
<PB N="25" REF="18">
<L>To &s;uccour the Main Body.&mdash;Now by my Fathers Soul,</L>
<L><HI>Morat</HI>'s &s;trong Troop of our be&s;t <HI>Spahi</HI> Hor&s;e,</L>
<L>Fly like loo&s;e leafs before the <HI>Autumn</HI> wind:</L>
<L>We 're betray'd by that Damn'd Chancellour:</L>
<L>Their &s;trength's the Flower of all the Chri&s;tian World,</L>
<L>They could not fight thus el&s;e.&mdash;Oh mighty Prophet!</L>
<L>Protect our <HI>Sultan</HI>'s Glory.&mdash;</L>
<L>Let not a Cheating Gown-man boa&s;t he had</L>
<L>Great &s;ums from us for nothing el&s;e but &s;hame.</L>
<L>But yet it will be &s;o; our great Re&s;erve</L>
<L>Under the Grand <HI>Vizier</HI> does &s;tagger too:&mdash;</L>
<L>Draw up our Guards, let's &s;ave or ruine all;</L>
<L>'Tis better much to die than wear the &s;hame</L>
<L>Of be<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters">
<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"> defeated by a handful.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE>SCENE. <HI>The Town.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperour, Cardinal, Chancellour, Theo.</HI> Attendants.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cardin.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Prince I &s;wear perform'd prodigious things!</L>
<L>They'd be incredible but that we &s;aw them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Accur&s;ed &s;ight!</L>
<L>The <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Army's &s;ure compos'd of Women.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Theophilus,</HI> Command that all the Forces</L>
<L>Do pre&s;ently draw out; I will my &s;elf</L>
<L>Share part o'th' Glory in the <HI>Turks</HI> Defeat.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Sir, con&s;ider</L>
<L>What 'tis you mean to do? Will you expo&s;e</L>
<L>Your Sacred Per&s;on 'mong&s;t the <HI>Genowee&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>That openly avow their di&s;contents?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, let them &s;tay behind; I am &s;atisfi'd</L>
<L>That our own Forces are enough without them,</L>
<L>To &s;econd this Succe&s;s, and Rout the <HI>Turks.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;ay Sir, when you're out with all your &s;trength,</L>
<L>That they &s;hould &s;eize the Town.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>They dare not &s;ure.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is but ill to try inraged Strangers;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides the Night comes on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="26" REF="19">
<SPEAKER>Theo.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Sir, &s;end out, and do not go your &s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Prince I'm confident will take that ill.</L>
<L>'Twill &s;eem to doubt his Courage, or his Conduct.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>His Soul's above all Envy I am &s;ure:</L>
<L>But I'le go try the temper of the Souldiers,</L>
<L>Then either back the Sally, or go meet him.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Irene, Udoxia, Cali&s;ta,</HI> meeting the Emperour; they Salute, and part.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>She triumphs in his Love, and makes me Mad.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Conceal your anger Madam, 'tis too clear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>By Nature I am temperate as Day;</L>
<L>When gentle <HI>We&s;tern</HI> Gales blow in the Spring;</L>
<L>But now I could grow rugged like the <HI>North,</HI></L>
<L>And in a Tempe&s;t of my Fury tear</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Eyes out that have thus bewitch'd my Prince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bear up; my mind per&s;wades me he is not &s;al&s;e,</L>
<L>Though &s;he invites me for her Bed-fellow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>But will you go?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, with de&s;ign to &s;erve you,</L>
<L>By putting him in mind of<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters"> Vows to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do not do that; no, let her take his heart;</L>
<L>But yet I know not why: I'le meet you there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh that the Prince would come, I long to &s;ee him&mdash;</L>
<L>I hope he is not hurt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>What if he be?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would not for the world he &s;hou'd methinks.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, &s;ure i'th' world there's many better Princes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I believe not one, if we con&s;ider</L>
<L>His mo&s;t Heroick Courage, and wi&s;e Conduct.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be&s;ides his Faith in Love; pray name that too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Irene</HI>&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>[Whi&s;per.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure &s;he does gue&s;s at &s;omething that has pa&s;t</L>
<L>Between the Prince and me, which &s;tirs her Envy.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperour, Thom. Cardin. Theop. Dorell. Mutantrope,</HI> Attendants.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the Cau&s;e of our too quick return;</L>
<L>The <HI>Genoway</HI> Body did betray the Field;</L>
<L>And now do &s;eem to threaten Mutiny:</L>
<PB N="27" REF="19">
<L>They bring indeed the War within our Walls:</L>
<L>Had I been &s;econded with the like number</L>
<L>Of our own Nation, we had done the work.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>To th' &s;pecious rea&s;ons of the Chancellour</L>
<L>I mu&s;t impute the lo&s;s of this Days Triumph;</L>
<L>I did my &s;elf intend to &s;econd you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Great Sir, blame not that Coun&s;el did proceed</L>
<L>From Zeal to th' Princes Glory, and your &s;afety.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I beg, my Lord, you'd &s;pare your daily pains</L>
<L>In &s;erving me in the&s;e unthankful ways.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis my misfortune Sir, they always prove &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brother, you had the&s;e Ladies hearty wi&s;hes</L>
<L>For good &s;ucce&s;s and &s;afety, I am &s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas tho&s;e, next to your Fortune, did pre&s;erve me:</L>
<L>But Lady, may I think I was &s;o happy</L>
<L>To have my &s;hare in the la&s;t Pray'rs you made?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hould have lo&s;t my Sen&s;e of Duty el&s;e;</L>
<L>You are a Mighty Prop o'th' Empire Sir,</L>
<L>And &s;o, and no ways el&s;e I pray'd for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this?&mdash;She does di&s;&s;emble to extremity.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>He ca&s;ts not the lea&s;t glance on me!&mdash;'tis well,</L>
<L>He &s;trives to keep things &s;ecret.</L>
<L><HI>Noi&s;e without.</HI> One and all, one and all,
<HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>The <HI>Genowees</HI> are in Mutiny,</L>
<L>And &s;wear they'l have their General &s;et free,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e they'l fire the Town.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's to be done?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I advi&s;e to hang their General,</L>
<L>That will &s;oon quiet them; but if it don't,</L>
<L>Then let the other Souldiers fall upon 'em,</L>
<L>And knock 'em all o'th' heads;&mdash;if they hold on</L>
<L>As they've begun, they'l do but little &s;ervice:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Thou&s;and I had with me fir&s;t did rout</L>
<L>With all the men I had.&mdash;Sir, there's no way</L>
<L>But &s;udden Execution, or good words;</L>
<L>Hanging or granting &s;till, quells Mutinies.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, draw up the Court-guards about the Palace,</L>
<L>Then act as you &s;ee cau&s;e.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. all but <HI>Thom. Dor.</HI> and
<HI>Mutantrope.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="28" REF="20">
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I find the Chancellour by little Arts</L>
<L>Prevented our Relief with greater Succours:</L>
<L>But I perceive my Brother &s;o &s;u&s;pects him,</L>
<L>He'l &s;carce prevail again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I wi&s;h he don't;</L>
<L>But you have heard the Shipping all are &s;ail'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, there's another Trick of his contriving;</L>
<L>I'd almo&s;t pawn my life.&mdash;But we mu&s;t play</L>
<L>The Cards we &s;till have le&s;t, or lo&s;e the Game.</L>
<L>But all di&s;cour&s;e of State and War apart,</L>
<L>Let's talk of Love a little now <HI>Dorello;</HI></L>
<L>In what condition's yours and fair <HI>&V;doxia</HI>'s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ju&s;t as your Highne&s;s left it, full as bad</L>
<L>As yours with fair <HI>Irene.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>If it be no wor&s;e,</L>
<L>Tis as you'd wi&s;h't I'm &s;ure; for to be &s;hort,</L>
<L>To morrow Morn before the Sun doth ri&s;e,</L>
<L>I meet <HI>Irene</HI> in S. <HI>Sophta</HI>'s Church,</L>
<L>Where you are to be witne&s;s of our Marriage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can this be &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>&V;doxia</HI> will confirm it,&mdash;for &s;he is to be there.</L>
<L>Come let's away,</L>
<STAGE>A Noi&s;e agen, One and All.</STAGE>
<L>And quell the&s;e Mutiniers. They fright the Town.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Ju&s;tiniano, Andrea Lionella,</HI> and Souldiers.&mdash;Shouting.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thank you Fellow-Souldiers for your love,</L>
<L>I'd rather have my Liberty by you,</L>
<L>Than by their &s;lighted favour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>See the Prince!</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo, Dorello,</HI> and Guards.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What means this Tumult? Ha! <HI>Ju&s;tiniano</HI> Head it!</L>
<L>VVhat are your Demands?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sould.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our Pay we'd have.&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>[<HI><HI>Thomaz.</HI> runs the Sould. through, they all hang their heads.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's thine.&mdash;Now, what the re&s;t?</L>
<L>Then worthy General yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Revenge for late affronts given me by thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Dorello</HI>&mdash;I Command&mdash;that word's not u&s;ual;</L>
<L>But I Command not a man &s;tir to help me,</L>
<L>Except oppre&s;t by Numbers.</L>
<STAGE><HI>They fight, <HI>Thomazo</HI> di&s;arms him.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>I the &s;ame.</L>
<PB N="29" REF="20">
<L>Then take my Life, for I de&s;pi&s;e to beg it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Or I to take it; no, the Law &s;hall do it.</L>
<L>All to your Quarters; I'le procure your Pardons:</L>
<L>If not, fall on, and kill 'em every man.</L>
<L>Convey him back to'th' Ca&s;tle where he was.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Chancellour</HI> and
<HI>Mutantrope.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>To morrow, &s;air <HI>Irene,</HI> to morrow morn!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mut.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye Sir, I heard him tell <HI>Dorello</HI> &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>In S. <HI>Sophia</HI>'s Church by break of day,</L>
<L>Near to our Ladies Altar; is't not &s;o?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mutan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, my Lord, &s;o the appointment's made.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, my good Boy, watch clo&s;e upon his actions,</L>
<L>And bring me word of every thing thou gain'&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mutan.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall my Lord.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Mutan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Marry <HI>Irene!</HI>&mdash;no, it mu&s;t not be,&mdash;it &s;ha'nt:</L>
<L>But how &s;hall I prevent it? there's it!&mdash;To tell</L>
<L>The Emperour, would but betray my &s;elf!</L>
<L>For I've no proof to vouch, but this &s;ame Boy,</L>
<L>Which I pre&s;ented him as a choice Mute,</L>
<L>To be a Spy for me on all his actions&mdash;</L>
<L>But yet I mu&s;t prevent it, that's decreed&mdash;</L>
<L>His two la&s;t Actions &s;hew he is a Prince,</L>
<L>Not of a common Fortune,</L>
<L>To &s;hake the <HI>Turks</HI> whole Army with a handful,</L>
<L>And quell that Mutiny in half a Minute,</L>
<L>In which I plac'd my hopes; were things prodigious,</L>
<L>His Mighty Genius has a &s;trong Attendant</L>
<L>O're all my Fortune.&mdash;I mu&s;t remove him&mdash;</L>
<L>'Tis no matter how, &s;o I can do't.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Michael</HI> with Letters.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Among&s;t <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s Souldiers, there got in</L>
<L>Two Spies from <HI>Synan B<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;a,</HI> both with Letters,</L>
<L>I have decipher'd them.&mdash;The fir&s;t, it &s;eems,</L>
<L>Were writ before the Fight, and only &s;peak</L>
<L>The Numbers that be&s;iege us, and require</L>
<L>An hourly intercour&s;e during the Siege:</L>
<L>The &s;econd are pur&s;uant to the Sally writ in heat,</L>
<L>And there, my Lord, they are.&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI><HI>Chancellour</HI> reads them.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="30" REF="21">
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Michael!</HI> I am lo&s;t to all my hopes;</L>
<L>The <HI>Sultan</HI> frowns, it &s;eems, and doubts my Faith.</L>
<L>He &s;ays the Sally had lik'd to have prov'd the lo&s;s</L>
<L>Of their whole Army.&mdash;What &s;hall I do?</L>
<L>This Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI> does,</L>
<L>Like &s;ome tall Cedar, bla&s;t my Underwood.</L>
<L>I mu&s;t de&s;troy him. Find me out &s;ome <HI>Jew</HI></L>
<L>That &s;tudies Phy&s;ick&mdash;No, I've another way&mdash;</L>
<L>Write Letters to the <HI>Ba&s;&s;a</HI> that may &s;peak</L>
<L>What I've done this day towards the Service.</L>
<L>The Chri&s;tian Ships are &s;ail'd, and I prevented</L>
<L>More Forces that were going to the Sally,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides the Mutiny <HI>Lorenzo</HI> &s;tir'd</L>
<L>Among&s;t his Countrymen&mdash;and all things el&s;e&mdash;</L>
<L>O th' doubts I rai&s;e i'th' Senate&mdash;remember all&mdash;</L>
<L>But here's a Sacrifice of Peace I'le make,</L>
<STAGE><HI>Pulls out <HI>Irene</HI>'s Picture.</HI></STAGE>
<L>This is the Picture of the fair <HI>Irene;</HI></L>
<L>I got it from my Daughter; &s;end it him,</L>
<L>And tell him, that the Original &s;hall be</L>
<L>Lodg'd in his Ma&s;ters Arms to morrow night.</L>
<L>Prepare a &s;core of <HI>Ruffians</HI> with a Barge</L>
<L>To carry off the Prize; it &s;hall go hard,</L>
<L>But I'le &s;end off the Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI> too:</L>
<L>You know the way of holding Corre&s;pondence;</L>
<L>I'le &s;ay no more of that&mdash;go, ha&s;te your Letters,</L>
<L>And &s;end <HI>Lorenzo</HI> hither.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>I'le go meet</L>
<L>In &s;ome di&s;guize the di&s;contented Captains.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Lorenzo.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L><HI>Lorenzo!</HI> I am re&s;olv'd to laugh to night,</L>
<L>And &s;pend &s;ome hours with frolick Woman-kind.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you know your old hou&s;e, Mother
<HI>Somelies,</HI></L>
<L>You know &s;he always fits you with fre&s;h Girls.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, there we'll be; but then for Company,</L>
<L>Get your two Friends, the Captains, if you can,</L>
<L>I mean tho&s;e two that were made Pri&s;oners.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm confident with joy they'l meet my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I would be thought &s;ome wild loo&s;e Friend of yours</L>
<PB N="31" REF="21">
<L>That mean to treat.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I under&s;tand your Lord&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some two hours hence. Till then I will to Court.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Emperour, <HI>Thomazo,</HI> Cardinal, <HI>Dorel. Theophilus, Mutant. Irene, Udoxia, Cali&s;ta,</HI> Attendants, as at Court.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Madam, how &s;eems Time to move to you,</L>
<L>To me it does appear extreamly &s;low.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>It may be &s;o, my Lord, but unto me</L>
<L>He keeps his u&s;ual pace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam,</L>
<L>Your coldne&s;s now &s;urprizes me as much</L>
<L>As did the Larum of your Love to day.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good, my Lord, you'l make <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> jealous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are too cautious, Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>She's not &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I under&s;tand you not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, Good-night,</L>
<L>I am a bad Di&s;&s;embler of Pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>I find it will break out; therefore I'le go</L>
<L>And wa&s;te this Night in Tears.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why &s;o <HI>Irene?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, no more, I &s;till mu&s;t wi&s;h you well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Remember &s;ix a Clock.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall have cau&s;e.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Irene.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Chancellour.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall bring Company will &s;poil the Sport;&mdash;</L>
<L>Your Highne&s;&s;es Boy I &s;ee waits very clo&s;e:</L>
<L>I never &s;ee him from you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, 'tis a pretty Spaniel,</L>
<L>He's always diligent to Fetch and Carry.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm glad I did pre&s;ent him to your Hig! ne's,</L>
<L>Since he's &s;o acceptable.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>All Favours</L>
<L>That I receive from you mu&s;t needs be &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, I am &s;orry my Duty to my Ma&s;ter,</L>
<L>Should make me doubt my Service unto you,</L>
<L>As your words hint.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Argument i'th' Pre&s;ence;</L>
<PB N="32" REF="22">
<L>I think you for my Boy, that's all my Lord.</L>
<STAGE>[<HI>Whi&s;per the <HI>Emp.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>It cannot be, my Lord, the Prince and You</L>
<L>Are both (I'le &s;ay no more) but you're both men;</L>
<L>And what h' has promis'd is not to <HI>Irene,</HI></L>
<L>But to <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>You do amaze me:</L>
<L>This wild di&s;cour&s;e has no Connexion in it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>A great deal more than has your wilder Action.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le call the Prince to hear you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>&V;doxia</HI>&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> calls, I cannot &s;tay my Lord.&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Ladies.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sallies will &s;pend our men to little purpo&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twill rather make us Souldiers; every Sally</L>
<L>Made with fre&s;h men will &s;oon experience.</L>
<L>Had all men Courages but like your Highne&s;s,</L>
<L>Experience then, 'tis true, was only needful;</L>
<L>But mo&s;t by Nature are unfit for War.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you are mi&s;taken; I affirm,</L>
<L>There's not a man of able Bulk and Strength,</L>
<L>But may be brought to fight proportionably,</L>
<L>At lea&s;t in Crowds they may.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Admit it &s;o:</L>
<L>But will the Emperour, or Senates Prudence,</L>
<L>Suffer your Highne&s;s &s;till t'expo&s;e your Per&s;on</L>
<L>To hourly danger; when the Empires Hopes,</L>
<L>Is next his Maje&s;ty, all plac'd in you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, now you've touch't the String that hits my Fancy;</L>
<L>Your Per&s;onal &s;afety Brother; Surely that</L>
<L>Ought to be all our care, and &s;hall be mine;</L>
<L>I am confident no Sally can be &s;afe</L>
<L>Without you Head it, nor you in any one;</L>
<L>Therefore we will relye on future Succours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tho&s;e from his Holine&s;s will &s;oon be here,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides the <HI>Rhodian</HI> and <HI>Venetian</HI> Forces,</L>
<L>I'm confident will not be long behind.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e are meer Dreams of Safety.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wait a little;</L>
<L>We have an open Port to <HI>A&s;ia</HI>-ward,</L>
<PB N="33" REF="22">
<L>And cannot want Provi&s;ions. Good-night Brother.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. all but <HI>Thom. Dor. Mut.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;ee <HI>Dorello,</HI> this cunning Gown-man</L>
<L>Is grown &s;o tender of my Per&s;ons &s;afety,</L>
<L>That to keep me well, the <HI>Turk</HI> mu&s;t not be Beat.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I blame him not, now you're to Marry his Daughter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I Marry her!&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>So <HI>&V;doxia</HI> tells me,</L>
<L>And that to morrow morning.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis &s;hort warning;</L>
<L>But who has made the Match?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not that;</L>
<L>But &s;he &s;ays this you promis'd at the Mask.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h! &s;he mi&s;takes, it was the Fair <HI>Irene</HI></L>
<L>I only &s;poke to there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this? there's &s;ome mi&s;take: Was it the Lady</L>
<L>That you Danc'd with you made the Promi&s;e to?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, what of that!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then Sir it was <HI>Cali&s;ta.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is impo&s;&s;ible, her Dre&s;s was that</L>
<L><HI>Irene</HI> had on, when the Souldiers ruffl'd her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, that may be, but yet it was <HI>Cali&s;ta,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;aw her after when her Mask was off,</L>
<L>And had a Complement from her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>But why &s;hould &s;he accept my fir&s;t Addre&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>That her Ambition taught! But will you meet?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I wou'd meet Death much &s;ooner.&mdash;You &s;hall go</L>
<L>And undeceive her, if it is She that comes;</L>
<L>But I'le be near, in hopes 'twill prove <HI>Irene.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tho&s;e hopes will quickly vani&s;h in your Highne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Chancellour, like &s;ome unlucky Star,</L>
<L>Does interpo&s;e his Direful Influence</L>
<L>Through all my Happine&s;s in Love or Honour.</L>
<L>How &s;trangely</L>
<L>Wi&s;e Heav'n with un&s;een Links makes Chains of Fate,</L>
<L>This Hawks good Fortune that's unfortunate.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Chanc. Loren. Andr. Lion.</HI> with 4 Wenches, and Fiddles.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>You are the Madde&s;t Man I ever met with,</L>
<LG TYPE="song">
<PB N="34" REF="23">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Now Fruition has empti'd our Bottles of Love,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let the Bottles of Wine fly about;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The heat of that Fire,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall inflame our de&s;ire,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And Phlegmatick Dulne&s;s remove.</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Health to the be&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Pox o'th' re&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And hey for the t'ther brisk Bout.</HI></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come, Faith Madam, once again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Sir &s;tay, I am not i'th' humour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>See, &s;ee, here's Gold; will this exalt thy humour?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>See there! You Scurvy Queans, did you fear Sconces?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>I hope, my Dear, you'l give me &s;ome Silk Stockins.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, and rich Garters too; there's twenty Pieces,</L>
<L>Rig thy whole Ve&s;&s;el! what, ha&s;t found thy humour?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, my Dear, you are &s;uch another man.</L>
<STAGE>Ex. Chancellour and Wench.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Signior <HI>Lorenzo!</HI> your Friend's a Man of Mettle.</L>
<L>What does he give all that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas, that's nothing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>My Dear, will you give me &s;ome?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, there&mdash;there's 20 Pieces for thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>But you Inhance the Price mo&s;t damnably,</L>
<L>I've had a better Whore for half a Crown.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Whore! you foul-mouth'd Fellow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye Whore, what came we for but Whore?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>But, my Dear.</L>
<STAGE>The other two Wenches Dun the Cap|tains round the Stage.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>My Dear, why wou'd you bring &s;uch Shabby Fellows</L>
<L>With you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>They're hone&s;t Gentlemen, tho' they want Money.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Hone&s;t, faugh! A poor Rogue can't be hone&s;t;</L>
<L>But you are the Goode&s;t Man. Prithee, my Dear,</L>
<L>Lend me but 10 <HI>l.</HI> more, and you will make me.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="35" REF="23">
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ten pound, what's that! here 'tis for one bare Ki&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold Signior, for half that I've compounded;</L>
<L>I want it but to pay, pray lend it me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>And me the re&s;t; I &s;han't have time to drink el&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I beg your Pardon, I mu&s;t not &s;tarve my Love.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Your Love, 'tis a fine one, &s;he ply'd i'th' Town</L>
<L>Seven years before I knew it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's no matter;</L>
<L>She has the more experience. I am con&s;tant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>So I will be my Dear, for all their Malice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>3 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>I will not loo&s;e my time thus.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>4 <HI>Wench.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Faith, nor I; I could 'een cry my eyes out.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now we have time to drink to thee <HI>Andrea;</HI></L>
<L>A Pox on High-priz'd Whoring.</L>
<STAGE>Chanc. and Wench re-enter.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>What's here, two Turtles pining without Mates!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their Girls went crying ripe for what ours got.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>That mu&s;t not be Ladies; go &s;etch 'em in,</L>
<L>I'le &s;ee them paid, but bring no Tears among&s;t us;</L>
<L>No weeping <HI>Cupids</HI> here, we're for the Boys</L>
<L>That Caper and &s;hew Tricks in Ladies Eyes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Fore Heav'n, the merri'&s;t <HI>Greek</HI> I ever met with;</L>
<L>Is he a Servant o'th' Chancellours?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Faith you are Princes by your Places.</L>
<L>Here's your Lords Health for your &s;akes; he's a Ma&s;ter</L>
<L>The be&s;t i'th' Empire, all men &s;ay that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pox o'Great Men, and great things; they both devour</L>
<L>All that one gives without the lea&s;t delight;</L>
<L>I'm for the Souldiers Health.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then we're your Men:</L>
<L>We two to night did pay the <HI>Turks</HI> away.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Each kill'd his <HI>Ba&s;&s;a;</HI> though <HI>Thomazo</HI> Huffs,</L>
<L>As if he had done all: but time will come.</L>
<L>I'le &s;ay no more,&mdash;our General mu&s;t not lye thus.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, by my Sword,&mdash;I'le fire the City rather&mdash;</L>
<L>But let that pa&s;s, I'le &s;ing a Song I made</L>
<L>Since we return'd from killing the <HI>Ba&s;&s;a</HI>'s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Rogues! that were both in Pri&s;on. But the bette<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">,&mdash;</L>
<PB N="36" REF="24">
<L>A Huffing Coward always proves a Villain.</L>
<L>I'le ta&s;te them by and by.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<STAGE><HI><HI>Andrea</HI> &s;ings.</HI></STAGE>
<LG TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>They come, they come;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hark, do you hear that Drum?</HI></L>
<L><HI>It is an Alarum to War;</HI></L>
<L><HI>To Love it does Beat,</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>A Fatal Retreat:</HI></L>
<L><HI>See, &s;ee, where our Enemies are,</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Noi&s;e, a Noi&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of Shouts and Dreadful Crys</HI></L>
<L><HI>Has frighted our Scouts, they come in:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then farewel delight,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till after the Fight,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'll Rout them, and at it agen.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>They Fly, they Fly,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Hark how they Quarter cry;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their Valour lies now in their &s;peed:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Their <HI>Ba&s;&s;a's</HI> in vain</HI></L>
<L><HI>Would Rally again,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But a <HI>Turk</HI> delights not to Bleed.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Bring Wine, bring Wine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>What do you &s;till repine?</HI></L>
<L><HI>To tru&s;t a brave Souldier for drink;</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Enemy's run,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then Souldier be gone,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He'l never return you do think.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Wit and Courage of the&s;e Gentlemen</L>
<L>De&s;erves the World <HI>Lorenzo</HI> &s;hould be theirs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah Sir! had we our Pay, we'd be contented:</L>
<L>The Emperour owes us near &s;ix Weeks Pay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>You ne're &s;hall &s;igh for that; I'le &s;end it you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="37" REF="24">
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall have Impre&s;t Bills that will &s;ecure you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>That needs not, one flight favour you may do</L>
<L>Pays me, and trebles that unto your &s;elves.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ask any thing i'th' compa&s;s of our Swords.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis to prevent a Wedding two wou'd &s;teal</L>
<L>In S. <HI>Sophia</HI>'s Church by break of day:</L>
<L>A quiet time, you know; if you will &s;eize them,</L>
<L>And carry them to the place I &s;hall appoint,</L>
<L><HI>Lorenzo</HI> will &s;ee you paid a 1000 Duckets.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'l take my word for this, will you not Signior?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, wer't ten times as much&mdash;but we mu&s;t have</L>
<L>Some of our Men to help us, mu&s;t we not?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, that you mu&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have a Faithful Servant, I'le &s;end for him,</L>
<L>And he &s;hall pick &s;ome Men fit for the Work.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>We'll not to Bed to night.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no Sleep</L>
<L>Till the good work be done. But more In&s;tructions.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>We &s;hall have time for that. But where's the&s;e Women!</L>
<L>I cannot live an hour without a Woman;</L>
<L>Oh they're the u&s;eful'&s;t Creatures:&mdash;</L>
<L>Come, let's go &s;earch, we mu&s;t mix Love with Wine&punc;</L>
<L>A Wi&s;e Man thus &s;till Revels with de&s;ign.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. III.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Mutantrope</HI> peeping about.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mutan.</SPEAKER>
<L>MY Lord is not come; What &s;hall I do?</L>
<L>The&s;e are <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI>'s Lodgings: Oh that I could</L>
<L>But meet her&mdash;I'd venture being known</L>
<L>To be no Mute to her, rather than &s;he</L>
<L>Should be deluded thus. I &s;ee her coming;</L>
<L>But there's <HI>&V;doxia</HI> too&mdash;I mu&s;t not &s;peak</L>
<L>Except I get her &s;ingle.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="38" REF="25" MS="y"><HI>Enter <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> and <HI>Udoxia;</HI> the Boy makes Signs to get <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> alone.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>How think you now <HI>&V;doxia?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm convinc'd;</L>
<L>His Boy confirms your words. Ah poor <HI>Irene!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>See but what Tricks he plays to get me with him.</L>
<L>Come <HI>&V;doxia</HI>&mdash;nay, &s;he mu&s;t go with me.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Cal.</HI> and <HI>Udox.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mutan.</SPEAKER>
<L>There is no &s;eparating them. Where &s;hould her</L>
<L>Father be? But I mu&s;t follow.&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Mut.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE>SCENE. <HI>A Church.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Andrea, Lionello, Lorenzo,</HI> and Souldiers.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the place they meet at: Seize all that come,</L>
<L>The Barge lies ready for you. I'le retire.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Down all upon your Knees; devoutly Rogues,</L>
<L>To Pray'rs, to Pray'rs!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Sould.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>That's no u&s;ual word of Command Captain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Silence, and to your Beads; Knock 'em apace.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Dorello.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! &s;uch a Crowd of Souldiers: Sure 'tis Devotion</L>
<L>To Rob our Lad<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters"> Altar draws them hither</L>
<L>So early in the Morning. Ha! who's here?</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Cali&s;ta, Udox. Mutantrope.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Boy is like his Ma&s;ter, &s;ure run Mad.</L>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Boy grows trouble&s;ome: but where's his Ma&s;ter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not far off Ladies; but he'll be much &s;urpriz'd</L>
<L>To meet you two I know.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Lorenzo.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hi&s;t, hi&s;t, 'tis they</L>
<STAGE><HI>They muffle <HI>Dorello</HI> in his Cloak, and carry him, <HI>Mut.</HI> and the Ladies out.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! what's?&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Prie&s;ts and Ex. running.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Prie&s;t.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Hoe there! Sacriledge, Sacriledge,</L>
<L>The Sanctuary's violated.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Irene.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am come time enough; I'm confident</L>
<L>The <HI>Ea&s;t</HI> Door did ju&s;t open: I'le to Pray'rs</L>
<PB N="39" REF="25">
<L>Till they arrive.</L>
<STAGE>Kneels.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Chancellour.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t needs &s;ee how this Affair &s;ucceeds;</L>
<L>Who's this? Val'd! It is &s;ome Curtezan,</L>
<L>Who&s;e hot Devotion has bin up all Night;</L>
<L>My Pray'rs will &s;uit with hers&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Kneels by <HI>Irene,</HI> &s;he pulls off her Glove to feel for a Book; he ri&s;es.</HI></STAGE>
<L>Ha! 'tis the Fair <HI>Irene!</HI> that hand betrays her,</L>
<L>I know it by the Locket.&mdash;Lady, your Saint</L>
<L>Is not &s;tirring it&mdash;But where are all my Rogues</L>
<L>Drinking their Morning's Draught, I'le be hang'd el&s;e,</L>
<L>Though they've bin up all Night; my Secretary</L>
<L>Does u&s;e to play me tho&s;e Tricks.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Prie&s;ts.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Prie&s;t.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Here has bin &s;ad Di&s;orders in the Church,</L>
<L>A Gentleman, two Women, and a Boy,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word">
<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters">ook away by force, and clapt on Board:</L>
<L>A Barge lay at the Key; I ran and call'd,</L>
<L>But all in vain, for none did dare to &s;top them;</L>
<L>Their <HI>Genowees</HI>'s did it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Reverend Sir,</L>
<L>What &s;ort of Per&s;ons were tho&s;e carri'd hence?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis She.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Prie&s;t.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Per&s;ons of Quality I'm &s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>They are my Dogs have lit' upon wrong Game&mdash;</L>
<L>I'le place them in Retrieve&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Heav'n they are not</L>
<L>Some Villains that have &s;eiz'd on Prince
<HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>I cannot with his Fal&s;hood that hard Fate.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo</HI> Muffl'd.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Patience is quite lo&s;t by lingring doubt.</L>
<L>What Lady's this?</L>
<STAGE>Kneels.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! here's the Prince <HI>Thomazo.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>May I pre&s;ume to ask a Que&s;tion Lady?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>What Que&s;tion Sir?</L>
<STAGE>In a feign'd Voice.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Know you the Fair <HI>Irene?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes; and <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> too; but good Sir, peace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your words make me half think you know my bus'ne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know 'em both too well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! 'tis <HI>Irene!</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="40" REF="26"><HI>Enter <HI>Chancellour, Andr. Lionel.</HI> Souldiers: They &s;eize <HI>Irene,</HI> and convey her out, whil&s;t the Captain engage <HI>Thomazo.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's the Woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Help me <HI>Thomazo!</HI> help!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Villains unhand her, &s;he is worth your lives.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>And Livelihoods too boot: Therefore no pa&s;&s;ing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le give you double Hire, and Pardon too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! Prince <HI>Thomazo,</HI> I'le keep my double di&s;tance.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Prie&s;ts</HI> and &s;eize on <HI>Thom.</HI> Captains run away.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Prie&s;t.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Sacriledge, Sacriledge! Murder, Murder!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Unhand me Fools&mdash;your Sanctuary's broke;</L>
<L>The Fair <HI>Irene</HI> is forc'd away by Villains.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Prie&s;t.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>We beg your Highne&s;s Pardon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Spare your Complements, and make pur&s;uit;</L>
<L>The Fair <HI>Irene</HI> is lo&s;t el&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE>SCENE. <HI>The Chancellours Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Chancellour, Irene, Loren.</HI> Captains Souldiers: The <HI>Chanc.</HI> di&s;covers him&s;elf.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>To &s;hew you whom you &s;erv'd; behold, 'tis me:</L>
<L>Di&s;pair not of full Recompence&mdash;<HI>Lorenzo,</HI></L>
<L>Go Treat the Noble Captains like them&s;elves,</L>
<L>And give the Souldiers Belly-fulls of Wine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Sould.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>We humbly thank your Lord&s;hip.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Villains! tell me!</L>
<L>How did you leave the Prince?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Truly, Madam,</L>
<L>We left him in the hands of Gho&s;tly Fathers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh Heav'ns! the Prince in danger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, don't</L>
<L>Afflict your &s;elf, for you will find a Prince</L>
<L>Of far more Pow'r to Court you to his Arms.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pernicious Traytor! what's thy Damn'd De&s;ign?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mean to make you Queen of large Dominions.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh Heav'ns, the Villain does deride my griefs:</L>
<L>But if <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s dead, I'le not &s;urvive;</L>
<PB N="41" REF="26">
<L>There's many ways to Death, and I'le find one.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, on that account you need not do't,</L>
<L>For Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s well.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>O! tell me Friend,</L>
<L>One Truth before you die, how did you leave him?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why truly then, we left him ju&s;t as fa&s;t</L>
<L>As Heels could carry us! Faith, there's no coming</L>
<L>Within the length on's Sword: yet this I'le boa&s;t,</L>
<L>Though he out-fights us, we out-run him much.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is the Prince &s;afe then?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, but I ly'd not,</L>
<L>For Gho&s;tly Fathers laid hold on him,</L>
<L>And &s;o we got the &s;tart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>You're hone&s;t men!</L>
<L><HI>Lorenzo!</HI> Treat them fir&s;t, then pay their Money&mdash;</L>
<L>But, do you hear&mdash;be &s;ure you Spice their Cups&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hall, my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give them double Do&s;es.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Lord&s;hip is too bountiful.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Loren.</HI> and Sould.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, the Mighty <HI>Sultan</HI> is your Slave:</L>
<L>To the Exalted State of <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Queen</L>
<L>My care is to advance you, think of that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure thou art not half the Traytor thou would'&s;t &s;eem.</L>
<STAGE>Ex.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE>SCENE. <HI>The Town.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan Ba&s;&s;a, Dorello,</HI> and
<HI>Mutanuope.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Conver&s;ation ever was at Court,</L>
<L>Though not i'th' highe&s;t Sphere, and Prince
<HI>Thomazo</HI></L>
<L>Has often honour'd me with his Commands:</L>
<L>But he's a Prince of &s;uch a &s;teddy temper,</L>
<L>'Tis not the <HI>Sultans</HI> Empire would Bribe him</L>
<L>To one di&s;loyal thought, much le&s;s <HI>Morea.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do believe you Sir; and that's the cau&s;e</L>
<L>I cannot find one man that dares attaque him,</L>
<L>Nor do I hope Succe&s;s, if you &s;hall do't;</L>
<L>I only by it &s;eek to gain &s;ome proofs</L>
<PB N="42" REF="27">
<L>May &s;hew my Prince my care has not bin wanting.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>Upon the word of a true Gentleman,</L>
<L>I'le break the matter to him&mdash;and return,</L>
<L>My Life and Liberty continuing &s;afe,</L>
<L>To give you his full An&s;wer.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, pardon me,</L>
<L>You have &s;ome Secrets gain'd o'th' Chancellour</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be kept private too.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>From all but him,</L>
<L>With whom I mainly treat, they &s;hall, my Lord;</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall he know them but on faithful promi&s;es</L>
<L>Of being private, and you may tru&s;t his word.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>No generous mind can well &s;u&s;pect another</L>
<L>Without &s;ome cau&s;e, and I &s;ee none in you;</L>
<L>And as a proof of my e&s;teem, I'le tru&s;t you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Frankne&s;s binds me more than Sacraments,</L>
<L>And makes me bold to ask one Favour more,</L>
<L>That as you'd &s;end the Prince this Boy agen,</L>
<L>He did e&s;teem him much.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I am &s;orry</L>
<L>I mu&s;t deny you this&mdash;But Sir, believe me,</L>
<L>This Boy is worth my Life; you do not know</L>
<L>Our <HI>Sultan</HI>&mdash;the lea&s;t breach of his Commands</L>
<L>Is Death inevitable. You heard him &s;ay</L>
<L>He'd have him made an Eunuch; I mu&s;t do't,</L>
<L>Or never &s;ee his Face in &s;afety more.</L>
<L>He likes him 'cau&s;e he is a Natural Mute;</L>
<L>He's properer for Secrets than the other.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, not at all my Lord, for I will tell you&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Whi&s;pers.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mutant.</SPEAKER>
<L>Make me an Eunuch! before I will be that,</L>
<L>I'le own I have both Tongue and Ears to boot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis &s;trange ob&s;ervance this you tell me of;</L>
<L>'Tis pity he was Mute&mdash;but come poor Child&mdash;</L>
<L>How's this?</L>
<STAGE><HI><HI>Mutant.</HI> will not follow, <HI>Synan</HI> takes hold of him.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>I thought he gue&s;t at our Di&s;cour&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syn.</SPEAKER>
<L>This mu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1+ letters"> not &s;ave you Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mutant.</SPEAKER>
<L>O good my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! do you delude me Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="43" REF="27">
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, on my Life!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sirrah! who taught you to di&s;&s;emble Dumbne&s;s?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mutant.</SPEAKER>
<L>I was a Spy, plac'd on <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s Actions</L>
<L>By my Lord Chancellour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorell.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Mon&s;trous Subtilty!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then as thy puni&s;hment, I will a&s;&s;ure thee,</L>
<L>Thy Tongue &s;hall keep an Everla&s;ting Silence;</L>
<L>For I will ha'it cut out. Sir, follow me.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE>SCENE. <HI>The Chancellours Hou&s;e.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Andrea, Lionello,</HI> Souldiers poy&s;on'd&mdash;doing mad things; &s;ome Cuffing, &s;ome Singing.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Chancellour, Irene</HI> above.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ob&s;erve this &s;ight, you'l &s;ay I am in earne&s;t,</L>
<L>When I declare I mean to make you Queen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>What, you have made the <HI>Ruffians</HI> Drunk, 'it &s;eems!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, Dead Drunk; pray mark'em Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>To be poy&s;on'd thus! to be &s;ent out of the World like</L>
<L>A Rat, by a Politick Whorema&s;ter.&mdash;Oh&mdash;oh&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was this the double Do&s;e the Devil meant?</L>
<L>Sure 'twas a Cup of Wild-fire mixt in Hell.</L>
<L>Such Drink as this wou'd make Damnation double.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Sould.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Pray, pray Captain! Good Captain let's to pray'rs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is too late for pray'rs&mdash;ten thou&s;and Devils</L>
<L>Are in my Entrals, tearing out my Soul.</L>
<L>Water! Water! to quench this Helli&s;h Fire.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Omn.</SPEAKER>
<L>Water, Water, Water, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>See <HI>Lionello!</HI> See, the Devil's there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where? Where? I &s;ee him grinning now i'th' Shape</L>
<L>O'th' Chancellour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look! how he Laughs and Snickers; Ha, ha, ha,</L>
<L>A Woman-Devil too&mdash;there's Whores in Hell.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, Whores! abundanee!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me have one then;</L>
<L>They're Coolers <HI>Lionello!</HI> Excellent Coollers,</L>
<PB N="44" REF="28">
<L>And I'm exceeding Hot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha; what Crotchets come into their dying Pates?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>How, dying Sir! in this Di&s;pairing State!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes truly, Madam. I take care they &s;han't</L>
<L>Spoil your Advancement by their future Prating.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I've heard and &s;een too much, and will no more.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Irene.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>A VVhore! a thou&s;and VVhores, good <HI>Lucifer,</HI></L>
<L>For our Great Chancellour! Some VVhores, I &s;ay.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le Pimp no more for him! I'le &s;ee him fir&s;t:</L>
<L>Let him be Flog'd, let him be Flog'd. VVhips, VVhips,</L>
<L>Let him have VVhips of Fire to La&s;h his Soul.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Stinking Lord grows dry, and needs VVhips;</L>
<L>Then lend me one, good Devil, I will tear him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord!</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Michael</HI> with Letters.</HI></STAGE>
<L>The&s;e Letters come from <HI>Synan Ba&s;&s;a.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>See there! the Chri&s;tian Slaves are paid their VVages.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>Give me my Gold, give me my Gold, Gold, Gold;</L>
<L>I'le Rob the Church no more el&s;e. Give me Gold.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aye, give me Gold! I'le pay my VVhores mo&s;t bravely,</L>
<L>She &s;hall wear Smocks well Lac'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>2 <HI>Sould.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>Oh Heaven!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>1 <HI>Sould.</HI></SPEAKER>
<L>If there be Heav'n!</L>
<L>VVhich is the way, good Captain; I'le go thither.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Andr.</SPEAKER>
<L>Right before your No&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>All die.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>O Heav'ns! my Daughter, and <HI>&V;doxia</HI> both,</L>
<L>Are in the <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Camp&mdash;&s;urpriz'd by the&s;e</L>
<L>In a mi&s;take. Ten thou&s;and Torments more</L>
<L>VVrack your Bodies here, and Souls hereafter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lion.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat Screech-Owl's that? ha! what a &s;ight is this?</L>
<L>Then I am dying too! My Lord, look down,</L>
<L>All the&s;e lo&s;t Souls will be requir'd of you;</L>
<L>They will, my Lord; and I can this foretel,</L>
<L>I'th' mid&s;t of all your hopes you will find Death,</L>
<L>By Tortures wor&s;e than ours. Some Mercy Heav'n.</L>
<STAGE>Dies.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hell take thee for thy News; it meets an hour</L>
<L>Of &s;uch Calamity, it makes Impre&s;&s;ion;</L>
<L>See that their Bodies &s;afely are be&s;tow'd.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>VVould I had ne're begun to be thus ill,</L>
<PB N="45" REF="28">
<L>It had been better much. Then I'd be&s;t change!</L>
<L>But how? I am gone too far to do that &s;afely:</L>
<L>Then farewel Virtue, &s;ince it is too late,</L>
<L>By Ills on Ills I'le 'mount above my Fate.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Thomazo, Theop. and Attendants.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<STAGE>Noi&s;e of a Storm.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is Prodigious! 20 great Ships</L>
<L>To Sail o're Land eight Miles, this threatens more</L>
<L>Than all they did before.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Storm was made</L>
<L>Only t'amu&s;e us whil&s;t they lodg'd the Ships</L>
<L>Above the Chain; So to Be&s;iege us round</L>
<L>And cut off all Relief.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>That they'l now do;</L>
<L>Never 'till now we truly found the want</L>
<L>O'th' Chri&s;tian Ships I order'd to be &s;topt;</L>
<L>There was &s;ome Practice, which I &s;hall find out,</L>
<L>Procur'd that di&s;obedience to tho&s;e orders;</L>
<L>All I find guilty certainly &s;hall dye for't.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>He that advis'd their Sayling mu&s;t be one then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do &s;u&s;pect him mo&s;t, but yet I can't</L>
<L>Safely, without clear proof, Arre&s;t his Per&s;on;</L>
<L>The Senate would Re&s;ent it if I did.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, No news o'th' Souldiers, or your Daughter?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, none at all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Surely they have convey'd 'em to the <HI>Turk?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear that mo&s;t&mdash;But come, Let's go to Council.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Council may Cure the State; but cannot me:</L>
<L>This Lo&s;s foretels my endle&s;s Mi&s;ery.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Chancellor, Lorenzo, Boy.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Thomazo</HI> makes the Guards &s;o Vigilant,</L>
<L>Her lea&s;t Re&s;i&s;tance, Sir, would Ruine all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then She mu&s;t be deluded by this Boy!</L>
<L>Think you he'll do't well?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ne're doubt, my Lord,</L>
<L>He is by Nature fram'd for Roguery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chan.</SPEAKER>
<L>In&s;truct him well; But to avoid detection,</L>
<L>Send him along with her&mdash;I mu&s;t to Council.</L>
<PB N="46" REF="29">
<L>My pretty Child, Do what <HI>Lorenzo</HI> bids thee</L>
<L>And thou &s;halt have my Favour.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Chanc.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come <HI>Kecko</HI>&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt <HI>Lor. Boy.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Irene Sola.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<L>What a &s;ad life is this to be confin'd</L>
<L>From Friends, or &s;ight of any Humane Creature,</L>
<L>But Cruel, unrelenting Murderers;</L>
<L>And ne're to change this Goal but for a wor&s;e:</L>
<L>A Sultane&s;s&mdash;a Strumpet&mdash;Ah
<HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>Had&s;t thou been true, this Mi&s;chief ne're had happen'd.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>A Song without, after which <HI>Kecko</HI> comes in Playing.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<LG TYPE="song">
<LG>
<L><HI><HI>VEnus</HI> chanc'd to Love a Boy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Young <HI>Adonis</HI> was her joy;</HI></L>
<L><HI>He once lept from off her Knee</HI></L>
<L><HI>To hunt and take an Humble-Bee,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then the Bagg to her did bring,</HI></L>
<L><HI>She &s;igh'd, and askt him for the Sting.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<HEAD>2.</HEAD>
<L><HI>When he look'd on, &s;aw her Eye</HI></L>
<L><HI>Drop a Tear, he &s;trait did cry,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oh! forgive me, I will bring</HI></L>
<L><HI>A bigger and a longer Sting.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Smiling, &s;he cry'd, pretty Lad,</HI></L>
<L><HI>When that time comes, I'le be glad.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ee there &s;till is left &s;ome Innocence</L>
<L>To keep the World from &s;inking. Pretty Boy,</L>
<L>Which way did'&s;t thou get in?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Kecko.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le &s;hew you Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Child may prove an Angel-Guardian to me.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB REF="30"> <PB N="77" REF="31"><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Thomazo, Cardinal, Chancellor, Theoph.</HI> as from Councel.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>This In&s;olence o'th' Souldiers &s;o debated</L>
<L>By the Senate fir&s;t, and now by us in Councel,</L>
<L>Does &s;pend that time might better be employed</L>
<L>For the &s;afety of the whole,&mdash;fir&s;t let the Senate</L>
<L>Provide but Mony &s;peedily to pay them,</L>
<L>Strickt Di&s;cipline will follow that of cour&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty however may con&s;ider</L>
<L>That the&s;e Debates are not without all cau&s;e,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h to Heav'n they were, with Tears I &s;peak,</L>
<L>To have our Children ravi&s;h'd from our Armes;</L>
<L>Nay, torn from Altars in de&s;pite to Heav'n,</L>
<L>And all things, Sacred Law, Nature, and Religion,</L>
<L>To be made Pro&s;titutes to their vile Lu&s;ts!</L>
<L>To have a Lord o'th' Senate and the Councel,</L>
<L>Convey'd away and Murther'd; This brave Prince,</L>
<L>Forc'd to de&s;end his Sacred Per&s;on daily</L>
<L>By his own Courage, 'gain&s;t their In&s;olence,</L>
<L>Not to &s;peak of Pri&s;ons broke, or re&s;cues made,</L>
<L>And all the le&s;&s;er mi&s;chiefs hourly done!</L>
<L>If this be not worth a Senates grave advice,</L>
<L>What can be Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theoph.</SPEAKER>
<L>My good Lord Chancellor,</L>
<L>I do believe all men will think my griefs</L>
<L>Mu&s;t equal be to yours, the cau&s;e being &s;o,</L>
<L>I'am &s;ure this wretched Life I would give up</L>
<L>To &s;ee my Daughter and her honour &s;afe:</L>
<L>But yet I think her yours, and hundreds more</L>
<L>Not worth the time we vainly &s;pend about them:</L>
<L>My Lord, by your advice among&s;t the re&s;t</L>
<L>The Empire lies at &s;take: fir&s;t think of that,</L>
<L>And mony 'tis, if any thing can &s;ave it,</L>
<L>All Councels that retard that, &s;carce are hone&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hone&s;t! 'twas &s;carce well, &s;aid the Senate &s;itting,</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure of that, for they're of other minds,</L>
<PB N="48" REF="32">
<L>And 'tis but fit we wait their Re&s;olutions.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Certainly your Maje&s;ty cannot do better</L>
<L>Then follow their advice; they're the great Council,</L>
<L>They repre&s;ent the whole, what they conclude,</L>
<L>You may without th' lea&s;t fear of blame pur&s;ue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Blame! my Lord Cardinal, you are not my &s;ubject,</L>
<L>And &s;o perhaps do erre through Ignorance;</L>
<L>But good my Lord, learn this,&mdash;I give account</L>
<L>To none but Heav'n for any thing I do:</L>
<L>I take advice 'tis true, but &s;till am free</L>
<L>To act as I &s;ee cau&s;e,&mdash;Council does cea&s;e</L>
<L>To wear that name when it can be Coercive;</L>
<L>So know my Lord, I fear no Earthly blame,</L>
<L>No, not the Popes. Then u&s;e &s;ome other word.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I ask Pardon if that word offended,</L>
<L>I can be &s;orry too, but yet that &s;hant</L>
<L>Make me neglect my Duty to the Pope,</L>
<L>Whom you were pleas'd to name with too much heed;</L>
<L>As I conceive, I have no bus'ne&s;s here,</L>
<L>Except you think his Holine&s;s on Earth,</L>
<L>Heaven's Deligate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>In Heavenly things I do;</L>
<L>In Earthly, though he has no more Dominions</L>
<L>Than what our Royal Predece&s;&s;or gave him;</L>
<L>And if he &s;eeks more here, 'tis Labour lo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm glad his Eminennce hears this I ruth</L>
<L>From your own Sacred Mouth; he &s;till believ'd</L>
<L>None but my &s;elf dur&s;t boldly urge the Point,</L>
<L>My Enemies I'm &s;ure made him believe &s;o.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Highne&s;s I'm afraid mi&s;takes your friends,</L>
<L>Your be&s;t and true&s;t Friends, for Enemies;</L>
<L>I humbly am afraid, I &s;ay, you do;</L>
<L>For I believe there's not a Grecian breaths,</L>
<L>But does admire you ju&s;tly for your Virtues,</L>
<L>Your &s;ollid Prudence, Con&s;tancy and Vallour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Spend not your breath my Lord, in long harangs</L>
<L>Of me, for all you can &s;ay, wont</L>
<L>Make my Opinion jump with yours</L>
<PB N="49" REF="32">
<L>In your this Dayes debates.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>No certainly,</L>
<L>To urge the &s;top o'th' Empires main concern</L>
<L>For private Grievances, as if you did</L>
<L>De&s;ign the Turk &s;hou'd win it,&mdash;this is Truth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm &s;orry that your Maje&s;ty thinks &s;o;</L>
<L>But I have hopes the Senate yet will clear me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tho&s;e hopes are In&s;olent! I &s;aid it Lord&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope, my Lord, my candid Actions will</L>
<L>Set me in former favour with my Prince,</L>
<L>And clear to all the World my Innocence;</L>
<L>So humbly begging Pardon, I'le retire.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Chan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>I wi&s;h your Maje&s;ty may do the be&s;t.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Card.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Chancellor, your Maje&s;ty does &s;ind,</L>
<L>Di&s;turbs, if not betrays your weightye&s;t Councils.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>He plainly does them both; yet at this juncture</L>
<L>It is not &s;afe to take the Seals away,</L>
<L>For fear the Senate think their love to him</L>
<L>Does move me to it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let him keep them,</L>
<L>Without the Princes favour tho&s;e are u&s;ele&s;s.</L>
<L>But Sir, the time requires, that with re&s;olves</L>
<L>Becoming Maje&s;ty, you pre&s;s the Senate</L>
<L>For &s;peedy Aid, and till that's done, command</L>
<L>That no debate be&s;ide be enter'd on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Emperor, ever Raign'd, had a le&s;s mind&punc;</L>
<L>To place har&s;h Rules on Councils than my &s;elf;</L>
<L>The Freedom of Debates &s;hould be pre&s;erv'd</L>
<L>If it were po&s;&s;ible in every Council,</L>
<L>Much more in that of highe&s;t Dignity;</L>
<L>If not in time we ne're &s;hould hear the Truth,</L>
<L>As the&s;e common Rules mu&s;t be laid by;</L>
<L>New Exigents mu&s;t make new Pre&s;idents,</L>
<L>And ignorance only &s;till Cries out for old.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, your affairs are at the la&s;t extream;</L>
<L>The Senate if they plea&s;e may help you much;</L>
<L>And I am confident the major part</L>
<L>Wou'd &s;ingly quit their lives to do you &s;ervice;</L>
<PB N="50" REF="33">
<L>That which prevents them, are &s;ome &s;ubtle heads,</L>
<L>By &s;pecious doubts and que&s;tions puzle them.</L>
<L>Your Re&s;olution mu&s;t undo this Charm.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brother, in this I do concur with you,</L>
<L>Nothing but their extreams &s;hall make me &s;o,</L>
<L>They'l either guide or force all I &s;hall do.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. IV.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Irene</HI> in Mans Cloaths, with the Boy.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>THus far we are well; we've pa&s;t two Courts of Guard:</L>
<L>Dear Child, how many more do&s;t think there is?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>There's but one more before we get toth' Court.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure this is not the way; although't be dark,</L>
<L>Yet I've &s;ome little gue&s;&s;e, and think the&s;e Lanes</L>
<L>Do rather lead toth' harbour then the Court.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I'le warrant you, do but follow me,</L>
<L>I &s;oon will make you &s;afe.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Lorenzo,</HI> and <HI>Michael</HI> dogging.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis &s;o; that is the end of St. <HI>Sophia</HI></L>
<L>Street. Child, thou mi&s;takes, this is the way I'm &s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lorenz.</SPEAKER>
<L>That mu&s;t not be&mdash;who goes there?&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Exiturus.</STAGE>
<L>None &s;peak, who are you there I &s;ay?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Twas no body.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm &s;ure there was, it &s;eem'd a Womans voice,</L>
<L>And comming from my Lord, I hope it is not</L>
<L>The beauteous Lady we had Pris'ner there,</L>
<L>Her lo&s;&s;e would ruine him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come, come, there's no body; let's ha&s;t home to bed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I will watch this Street for halfe an hour,</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure 'twas &s;ome body de&s;ign'd to pa&s;&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt a&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guard without.</SPEAKER>
<L>Who goes there?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Friends.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guard.</SPEAKER>
<L>What Friends?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Friends to the Guard and Servants to the Lord Chancellor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Guard.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come before the Captain of the Watch.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="51" REF="33">
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Grand Round's coming; ha&s;te! we're undone&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le follow thee&mdash;but know not what I &s;hun.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo</HI> and Soldiers as in a Grand Round, with them <HI>Michael</HI> and <HI>Lorenzo.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lorenz.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our Lord's not come from Court, and we were going</L>
<L>To wait upon him there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Councel did &s;it late.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Highne&s;s has no commands to honour</L>
<L>Your humble Servants with.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, none at all.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt Severally.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Irene</HI> and Boy.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where are we now? I've follow'd thee &s;o fa&s;t,</L>
<L>I had not time t'ob&s;erve which way we ran.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor I, I'm &s;ure, nor know I what to do,</L>
<L>I've lo&s;t my &s;elf, and &s;hall be Ruin'd by it,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h I ne're had medl'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;ay'&s;t thou Child? Come, I will &s;ave thee harmle&s;s:</L>
<L>Let's knock at the next hou&s;e and take a Guide.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no, they all know me, that were the way</L>
<L>To be Surpriz'd, and carry'd to my Lords&mdash;</L>
<L>Stay you here, I'le &s;earch about for the way.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Trene.</SPEAKER>
<L>How terrible to me this darkne&s;s &s;eems!</L>
<L>That and this Habit both do give me fear,</L>
<L>And yet they both mu&s;t prove my greate&s;t Friends.</L>
<L>Unu&s;ual things, though Innocent, amaze us.</L>
<L>I'm near the Strand: I hear the Water roar</L>
<L>As if the Waves &s;ought to o'recome the Shore;</L>
<L>This joyn'd with Solitude, the Night and Fear</L>
<L>Makes all my Danger double to appear;</L>
<L>But who are the&s;e?</L>
<STAGE>Hides her &s;elf.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Michael</HI> and <HI>Lorenzo</HI> looking about.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lorenz.</SPEAKER>
<L>If &s;he be gone, we'l u&s;e the Boat our &s;elves,</L>
<L>It is no &s;taving, &s;he'l betray us all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis a &s;trange Diligence in Prince <HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>To walk the Round him&s;elf.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lorenz.</SPEAKER>
<L>To meet with us in St. <HI>Sophia</HI>-&s;treet was damn'd</L>
<L>Unlucky too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Michael.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would that was all,</L>
<PB N="52" REF="34">
<L>But thus to lo&s;e our prize, makes me &s;tark Mad,</L>
<L>Let's to the Barge, perhaps they may inform us.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>The&s;e are the Villains that the Round did &s;top,</L>
<L>And Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI> too it &s;eems was there:</L>
<L>Oh! my unlucky Fear that made me fly</L>
<L>From &s;uch a Sanctuary that was &s;o near me,</L>
<L>Their words &s;eem'd darkly to reflect on me,</L>
<L>And on a Boat; I hope I am not betray'd.</L>
<L>But where &s;hould be the Boy, he &s;tays thus long?</L>
<L>I am affraid, in &s;eeking out his way,</L>
<L>He's &s;lipt into the Sea: Heavens guard him from it.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Boy.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hi&s;t! hi&s;t!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here, here! oh, there has bin two men</L>
<L>Came talking by: Two of the Chancellors Servants,</L>
<L>They &s;eem'd to &s;peak of me and of a Boat.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Which way went they?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Down this Street.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's our way; I now have found it out,</L>
<L>Come, let's make ha&s;te&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, let's go any way rather than that.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>We mu&s;t go that, there is no other truly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>I tell thee, Child, I'le rather &s;eek <HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>He's on the Round, I wi&s;h I had not &s;hun'd him;</L>
<L>Come, let's up this Street.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay a little!</L>
<L>What &s;hall I do? how unlucky 'twas I went</L>
<L>That they &s;hould mi&s;s us thus,&mdash;I'de better kill her,</L>
<L>I'm &s;ure, than &s;he &s;hould meet <HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>That mu&s;t not be then: but I will trifle time;</L>
<L>Perhaps they may return.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come Child, what look'&s;t thou for? Prithee let's go,</L>
<L>This way I'm &s;ure does lead to the higher &s;treet,</L>
<L>And that way to the Sea.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I'm confident this is our way,</L>
<L>And I mu&s;t go no other; Pray come then.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Boy Surprizes me,&mdash;I will go this way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall not take my Cloaths along with you,</L>
<STAGE>Draws.</STAGE>
<PB REF="35">
<PB N="61" REF="36">
<L>I am &s;ure of that, if you will needs be going,</L>
<L>Strip and deliver them fir&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prithee Child, let me per&s;wade thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no, give me my Cloaths, and go where you will.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>You know I want my own, and they're much better;</L>
<L>Put up thy Sword.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, no, go back toth' hou&s;e, and take your Cloaths,</L>
<L>But on you &s;hall not go if I han't mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I have a Sword too, and &s;ure, methinks his &s;trength</L>
<L>Should not be more than mine; Come, Prithee</L>
<L>Be rul'd, and go this way, I have a Sword el&s;e,</L>
<L>And twice the &s;trength of thee; but I am loth</L>
<L>To do thee hurt, if thou wilt put up thine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, I will not, except you'l go this way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, then there's more than Childi&s;h thoughts</L>
<L>Does prompt the Boy: To this a greater &s;ear</L>
<L>Mu&s;t drive away the le&s;s&mdash;</L>
<L>Come Child, be rul'd, I &s;till am loth to hurt thee.</L>
<STAGE>Draws.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, if you come to that, do what you can,</L>
<L>You &s;hall not &s;teal my Cloaths:</L>
<L>I mu&s;t gain time, yet I'm loth to hurt her.</L>
<STAGE>They fight aukerdly, and at a great di&s;tance.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Lorenzo</HI> and
<HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Boy, you &s;ee your Sword can do no good;</L>
<L>Then tru&s;t my word, and go along with me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>If I had thought you'd ha' &s;erv'd me thus,</L>
<L>I'd never have helpt you, that I wou'd not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lorenz.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this! They're here&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
<L>What, Men a quarrelling?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, on my life meer Boys,</L>
<L>Ripe Soldiers I'le be Sworn; what is the Quarrel?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let him tell it if he will.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>O! I am lo&s;t, the&s;e are the Murderers,</L>
<L>The Boy will certainly di&s;cover me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Young Gentlemen, here take your Swords agen;</L>
<L>What would your Quarrel be? Rivals in Love!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay, for a Paper Kite, or &s;ome &s;uch thing:</L>
<L>What, will neither of you relate your Quarrel?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="54" REF="37">
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our Quarrel was about the way to Court,</L>
<L>He &s;aid 'twas that; and I affirm'd 'twas this.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then he was in the wrong, and ought ask pardon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do with all my heart: Pray, Sir, forgive me;</L>
<L>What a good Boy is this that &s;till conceals me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>We ju&s;t came both from Court,</L>
<L>Yet will go back a little way with you</L>
<L>To &s;et you right, that you &s;ha'nt mi&s;s it after.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Boy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I humbly thank you Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;o do I;</L>
<L>But I &s;till doubt this way, I know not why?</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan</HI> and
<HI>Cali&s;ta.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>It was a &s;trange neglect you and your Father</L>
<L>Both made, in not di&s;covering this <HI>Dorello</HI></L>
<L>To be a Lord o'th' Council: I'm afraid</L>
<L>'Twill co&s;t his Head; but I have given him notice,</L>
<L>He is gone back; and on what Errand too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope his Wi&s;dom &s;oon will find away</L>
<L>To clear him&s;elf, and place all guilt on him:</L>
<L>But good my Lord, how &s;tands my great affair.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, as you wou'd wi&s;h to morrow Night,</L>
<L>The Sultan does intend you for his Bed,</L>
<L>Therefore adorn your &s;elf with all your Charms.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;ta.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, this Obligation is &s;o great,</L>
<L>That no &s;ufficient thanks can be repay'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, Madam, but it may; for tho we Eunuchs</L>
<L>Cannot be Lovers, yet our other Pa&s;&s;ions</L>
<L>Grow more unruly by our lo&s;s of that,</L>
<L>As Deprivation of one Sen&s;e, does double</L>
<L>The Vigour of another: &s;o Ambition</L>
<L>O&s;t gives hopes, fears, fruition, and de&s;pair</L>
<L>To us, more violently then Lovers feel them,</L>
<L>Then when you &s;hall po&s;&s;e&s;s the Sultans heart,</L>
<L>This pa&s;&s;ion of my Soul you may indulge.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Next plea&s;ing him, it &s;hall be all my Study,</L>
<L>And let me be de&s;pis'd by the Great Sultan</L>
<L>That hour I fail to be your faithful Creature:</L>
<L>Thus I mu&s;t talk till I po&s;&s;e&s;s my power,</L>
<PB N="55" REF="37">
<L>Then I am free to act as I &s;ee cau&s;e.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Mutan</HI> with a Letter which
<HI>Synan</HI> reads.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Go, bring that Per&s;on in that brought this</L>
<L>Letter; Madam, 'tis from your Father.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Me&s;&s;enger.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>Tell me Friends! how did the Youths you brought</L>
<L>Behave them&s;elves?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Me&s;&s;eng.</SPEAKER>
<L>One Sir was quiet, to'ther &s;hew'd a &s;orrow</L>
<L>Approach'd near Madne&s;s, oft, if not prevented,</L>
<L>He had leapt over-board to drown him&s;elf;</L>
<L>Thus he continued 'till our Boat was boarded,</L>
<L>By one went hence to Town; in that there was</L>
<L>A Chri&s;tian the Boy knew, and whi&s;per'd with;</L>
<L>On which he did produce a large Commi&s;&s;ion</L>
<L>Under the Sultans Seal, and &s;ign'd by you,</L>
<L>Pretending he had power to take him from us,</L>
<L>But all in vain; our Orders were too &s;trict,</L>
<L>So we re&s;us'd obedience, and have brought him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>You have done well, keep them without a little,</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Me&s;&s;.</HI> and
<HI>Mut.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>This de&s;perate Youth he talks of is <HI>Irene,</HI></L>
<L>And he that would have &s;eiz'd her, is
<HI>Dorello,</HI></L>
<L>None el&s;e have had my pa&s;s: What's to be done?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, if the Sultan &s;ees her, I am de&s;pis'd:</L>
<L>Her charming Beauty will eclip&s;e mine quite.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>But how &s;hall I prevent it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you would</L>
<L>Oblige me to the full, then tell the Sultan</L>
<L>That &s;he is lo&s;t by'th' way: her Sex conceal'd,</L>
<L>As I perceive 'tis yet, will make the Story</L>
<L>Above all Contradiction, but by me,</L>
<L>And for my own &s;ake, I &s;hall never clear it;</L>
<L>This way you may &s;ecure my happine&s;s,</L>
<L>And place about his Per&s;on your own Creature.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will devote my &s;uture life to you,</L>
<L>And hazard all my Fortunes on your Game;</L>
<L>But how &s;hall I conceal this charming Beauty.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Deliver her to me, as a Boy</L>
<L>Sent you by &s;ome mi&s;take, her &s;ears will then</L>
<L>Prompt her to keep conceal'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB REF="38">
<PB N="64" REF="39">
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, I'le prepare her&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Synan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now ba&s;e <HI>Thomazo,</HI> I'le Revenge thy &s;corns</L>
<L>Upon the Per&s;on of the lov'd <HI>Irene:</HI></L>
<L>She and <HI>&V;dexia</HI> both &s;hall feel the &s;inart</L>
<L>Of an inrag'd Love, led by de&s;pair,</L>
<L>Yet &s;till my powers &s;ecure, I mu&s;t di&s;&s;emble:</L>
<L>This <HI>Synan Ba&s;&s;a</HI> has a Soul too hone&s;t</L>
<L>To be A&s;&s;aulted with my great De&s;igns</L>
<L>'Till I'm above his Arts to keep me out,</L>
<L>But that once brought about; then my great Soul,</L>
<L>Shall freely have it's &s;wing without controule.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan</HI> with <HI>Irene</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Labour will not be much, Madam, this Boy</L>
<L>Sent me, I know not why, here I devote</L>
<L>To do you &s;ervice&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Synan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord I thank you,</L>
<L>A pretty Boy indeed; your name &s;weet Youth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>I had not time to make it! Oh my Fate!</L>
<L>To be condemn'd a Slave to her I hate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>What are your Blu&s;hes, Feare, or Mode&s;ty,</L>
<L>Di&s;pence with both at pre&s;ent; tell your Name:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Name's <HI>Thomazo.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heaven's &s;he mocks me!</L>
<L>But oh my Rage, be &s;till till I can fea&s;t Thee!</L>
<L>Where were you Bred? and who did you belong to?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>I've hardly wit enough to an&s;wer; Madam,</L>
<L>My over tender Friends childi&s;hly Bred me,</L>
<L>And I'm afraid 'twill Kill my Aged Father,</L>
<L>To find that I am lo&s;t: If you have goodne&s;s</L>
<L>But equal to your Beauty, 'tis exce&s;&s;ive,</L>
<L>And &s;ure a ju&s;t Reque&s;t you can't deny.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>It may be not, but tell me what it is,</L>
<L>Your Complement does &s;trongly plead for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, it is you would prevent the trouble</L>
<L>An unexperienc'd Boy will hourly give you,</L>
<L>And &s;end me back agen to my poor Father.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>That mu&s;t not be, you are too fair to part with;</L>
<L>I like the&s;e Childi&s;h looks; This pretty Face</L>
<PB N="65" REF="39">
<L>Mu&s;t not Adorn it &s;elf with Blu&s;hes thus,</L>
<L>They do a&s;&s;ault a heart too ha&s;tily;</L>
<L>Part with &s;uch &s;weetne&s;s! Every word that begs it</L>
<STAGE><HI>Stroaks &amp; plays with <HI>Irene</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>Is a new Charm to &s;trengthen a Denyal;</L>
<L>I'le fetch a Gla&s;s, we will compare our Faces.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Cali&s;t.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is no wonder Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI> gain'd her</L>
<L>Upon his fir&s;t addre&s;s, &s;ince &s;he can thus</L>
<L>Court me, yet think me all the while a Boy.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> with a gla&s;s.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come hither pretty Rogue. That No&s;e of thine</L>
<L>Would match this Face much better, Tho&s;e Plump lips</L>
<L>Methinks I cou'd Steal too&mdash;I needs mu&s;t ki&s;s
'em&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Madam, pardon me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>So very Coy!</L>
<L>That pretty Chin I like&mdash;but for my Eye</L>
<L>I wou'd keep that, my Eye-brows too and Forehead.</L>
<L>Betwixt thy Face and mine might &s;ure be made</L>
<L>A Beauty that wou'd Captivate all Hearts;</L>
<L>Let's try to make one &s;uch. Thy Innocence</L>
<L>Can do no harm in Bed; come thou and I</L>
<L>Wont part till both get better Bed-fellows.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Cali&s;ta.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prodigious Impudence! This goes beyond</L>
<L>The wor&s;t invented Stories of our Sex. Ha!</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> and
<HI>Udoxia.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Perhaps <HI>Irene</HI> will own her &s;elf to you,</L>
<L>To me &s;he &s;eems all man, and Courts me too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pardon me, Madam, that I dur&s;t not own</L>
<L>A Per&s;on I wi&s;ht lo&s;t to the whole World.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>What to <HI>Thomazo?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Las, that Name I took</L>
<L>In too much ha&s;te, I know not what I &s;aid.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>But can this be <HI>Irene?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dear Friend, it is,</L>
<L>The much &s;urpriz'd <HI>Irene</HI> to meet you here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did not <HI>Dorello</HI> tell you of us both?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>How Madam, can you know he met with me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do forget my &s;elf, you came but now.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>But what in this di&s;gui&s;e has brought you hither?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>How we're all here, I know not, but <HI>Cali&s;ta,</HI></L>
<L>I fear your Father has been much too blame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="58" REF="40">
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I'le amend his Fault, by keeping you</L>
<L>From being &s;een by any per&s;on living,</L>
<L>'Till you are &s;afe got back.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>If this prove true,</L>
<L>Her worth will my Aver&s;ion quite &s;ubdue.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor</HI> and <HI>Chancellor</HI> Di&s;cour&s;ing earne&s;tly.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emperor.</SPEAKER>
<L>This to my Rea&s;on &s;eems incredible,</L>
<L>Yet to my &s;ence is plain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Will &s;ure perceive my Innocence by this,</L>
<L>And what ju&s;t grounds I had for all my Fears.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>I know not what to think, but &s;ure he cannot</L>
<L>Be &s;o unnatural, as this does &s;peak him:</L>
<L>Ill men begin at fir&s;t with petty Crimes,</L>
<L>And dare not by degrees lanch forth to great.</L>
<L>But he at one great leap from good to bad,</L>
<L>Seems to love mi&s;chief in Extremity,</L>
<L>And &s;corn to mount it's top by graduation.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, to be near, and yet but near a Crown,</L>
<L>In Souls like his move &s;trong Agitations.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;hall I &s;ay to it?&mdash;I cannot think&mdash;</L>
<L>But he will &s;oon be here&mdash;<HI>Dorello</HI> too&mdash;</L>
<L>I &s;carce have Faith enough to doubt of his,</L>
<L>But to believe an only Brother Traitor,</L>
<L>And Traytor to this height&mdash;I cannot do't&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, as you plea&s;e for that. I charge him not&mdash;</L>
<L>Alas he is too great for me to Cope with,</L>
<L>But I had rather much his Power &s;hould Cru&s;h me;</L>
<L>Ay! Cru&s;h me into nothing&mdash;then that you</L>
<L>Who are my Soveraign Lord, and &s;uch an one</L>
<L>To whom I owe all that is Noble in me,</L>
<L>Shou'd &s;eem to hazard life, and Empire both,</L>
<L>By any fears of mine&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;hall I do?</L>
<L>Cannot a Prince be merciful and &s;afe?</L>
<L>'Tis very hard I find&mdash;this wicked Age</L>
<L>Does almo&s;t think there's no &s;uch thing as goodne&s;s,</L>
<PB N="59" REF="40">
<L>And villifie all Per&s;ons that profe&s;s it;</L>
<L>If Princes pardon Crimes they count it weakne&s;s,</L>
<L>And if they puni&s;h them 'tis Tyranny.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, did you &s;end for me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay <HI>Thomazo!</HI></L>
<L>But 'tis to tell you that which does amaze</L>
<L>Far more then Anger me; Cannot you gue&s;s</L>
<L>At what the matter is, and &s;pare my Tongue</L>
<L>The trouble to declare &s;uch unkind things;</L>
<L>I wi&s;h you would <HI>Thomazo.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Shall not find it hard to know the greate&s;t &s;ecret</L>
<L>My mind can labour with.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then tell me Brother,</L>
<L>Have not &s;ome late tran&s;actions done by you,</L>
<L>Or by <HI>Dorello's</HI> Mini&s;try at lea&s;t,</L>
<L>Bin of that Nature, well nigh cau&s;e my Anger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Commented on by Enemies they may,</L>
<L>And I &s;u&s;pect no Friend was &s;o officious</L>
<L>To tell you my de&s;ign.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do perceive</L>
<L>I'm &s;ome re&s;traint upon the Princes Candor,</L>
<L>Therefore &s;hall take my leave.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt <HI>Chanc.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>And can you Brother</L>
<L>Wi&s;h Empire without Glory?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I know not</L>
<L>What 'tis your words do tend to? All I know</L>
<L>Or have tran&s;acted that might trouble you,</L>
<L>Has not the lea&s;t Reflections towards Empire.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then tell your Rea&s;ons Brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, the Cau&s;e</L>
<L>I kept my Pa&s;&s;ion &s;ecret, was for fear</L>
<L>Some &s;cruples in your own or Senates Brea&s;ts</L>
<L>Might have prevented that, which when once done,</L>
<L>I knew you &s;oon wou'd Pardon.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pardon Brother,</L>
<L>What, think you I'm &s;o tame to Pardon Trea&s;ons,</L>
<PB REF="41">
<PB N="68" REF="42">
<L>That ware &s;o black a Vi&s;age?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure no Law</L>
<L>Does limit my free choice of any Wife,</L>
<L>Under &s;o high a Penalty as Trea&s;on;</L>
<L>But if there was, the Merit of <HI>Irene</HI></L>
<L>Wou'd &s;trongly plead I'm &s;ure in my excu&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Love you own, I never did di&s;like,</L>
<L>Though I &s;u&s;pected it; but 'tis not that</L>
<L>Has brought me to this Parly, but wor&s;e matters.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I am ignorant of any thing,</L>
<L>Be&s;ides my hopele&s;s Love can move your Anger.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, Brother, you &s;hall &s;ee 'tis not &s;light matters</L>
<L>That have oblig'd me to this unkind Parly.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Me&s;&s;enger.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>Bring in that fellow there&mdash;friend, tell your Story.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Me&s;&s;eng.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, as I &s;aid before, being employ'd</L>
<L>Toth' <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Camp about Intelligence,</L>
<L>I there have heard them &s;ay, that Prince
<HI>Thomazo</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t be <HI>Morea</HI>'s King, and that this Town</L>
<L>On that condition, he will &s;oon give up.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, can you credit Slaves, hir'd to accu&s;e me,</L>
<L>Of &s;uch impo&s;&s;ible de&s;igns as the&s;e?</L>
<L>Villain! who has &s;uborn'd you to &s;ay this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be patient till you hear his Story out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ooner might be patient when hot Pincers</L>
<L>Were tearing off my Fle&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>But I commend you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then &s;ilent Sir as Death, I'le hear my honour</L>
<L>Be bla&s;ted by his Breath&mdash;and never murmur,</L>
<L>No Sheep &s;hall fall more tamely Sir then I.</L>
<L>Friend, &s;ay all that the Chancellor has taught you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Me&s;&s;eng.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, what I've &s;aid, and what I am to &s;ay,</L>
<L>My Sen&s;es all mu&s;t Witne&s;s is mo&s;t true,</L>
<L>Though in the lea&s;t I do not accu&s;e your Highne&s;s;</L>
<L>What I have &s;aid, I heard i'th' <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Camp:</L>
<L>I did&mdash;and what I &s;aw there, is to follow&mdash;</L>
<L>Which is that oft at <HI>Synan Ba&s;&s;a</HI>'s Tent,</L>
<L>I've &s;een the Lord <HI>Dorello</HI> in great favour,</L>
<L>And Courted by the <HI>Ba&s;&s;a,</HI> but la&s;t Night</L>
<PB N="61" REF="43">
<L>He did come back to Town in a di&s;gui&s;e;</L>
<L>For meeting in their Fleet we boarded Boats,</L>
<L>And though he knew not me, yet I did him;</L>
<L>I &s;aw him there produce a large Commi&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>And &s;hew it to the <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Admiral,</L>
<L>By which he had full power to clo&s;e with you.</L>
<L>This Sir is true, as I have proof enough.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Return to your Confinement for a while,</L>
<L>You nor your Fellows &s;ha'nt be long re&s;tram'd;</L>
<L>What think you of this Brother.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Me&s;&s;enger.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I think</L>
<L>That Vertue which you Wor&s;hip proves an Idol,</L>
<L>An empty name, le&s;s &s;ollid then a &s;haddow:</L>
<L>Oh deep unfathom'd Vilanies of State!</L>
<L>Through what &s;trange Mazes do you wind your &s;elves,</L>
<L>That hone&s;t men cannot find Clews to trace you.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a &s;ad Fate have Princes that are born</L>
<L>To bare the Fate of &s;inking Monarchy;</L>
<L>Tho&s;e actions which we judge will prop it mo&s;t,</L>
<L>Produce its &s;peedier Ruin: Faction grows</L>
<L>And &s;preads it &s;elf through Councel, Court, and Notion,</L>
<L>And nothing can be heard but accu&s;ations,</L>
<L>The&s;e when we wou'd Unite for common good,</L>
<L>They &s;ay we Cheri&s;h for our private &s;afety;</L>
<L>If we believe them all, then none are hone&s;t;</L>
<L>If we give Ear to none, all will grow angry;</L>
<L>So whether we're &s;evere or moderate,</L>
<L>Our Glory's hid i'th' Ruin of the State.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I have thought upon't, all this &s;eems fal&s;e,</L>
<L>But how to prove it &s;o, I cannot gue&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brother, I'le &s;ay no more but only this,</L>
<L>Act as you plea&s;e, I n're can be unkind.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Emperor.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What worth the keeping life for now is left?</L>
<L>I am &s;tript of all that's Dear, Friend, Mi&s;tri&s;s, Brother,</L>
<L>And of my Honour too!&mdash;why live I then?</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I am a Chri&s;tian! Surely though</L>
<L>That cou'd at the fir&s;t teach Contradictions,</L>
<L>What were mo&s;t Martyrs but Self-Homicide?</L>
<PB N="62" REF="44">
<L>What &s;evere Hermit too but &s;hortens life,</L>
<L>Why then 'tis plain I'm Ma&s;ter of my &s;elf.</L>
<L>By be&s;t Rules of our Philo&s;ophy:&mdash;</L>
<L>But &s;ome will hold 'tis Cowardize to die</L>
<L>For fear of Mi&s;ery!&mdash;Why then I'le live;</L>
<L>Yet &s;carce my &s;elf, my &s;elf alive &s;hall know:</L>
<L>In &s;trict retirement my few hours will &s;pend,</L>
<L>And by &s;harp Ab&s;tinence my life will end.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Theophilus, Chancellor, Cardinal,</HI> and <HI>Ju&s;tiniano,</HI> who kneels and Ki&s;ses the Emperors hand.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I with thanks receive my Liberty,</L>
<L>And &s;hall di&s;charge the Duty of my place,</L>
<L>With all the Zeal that may be &s;ince I hear</L>
<L>You have laid by the Prince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, I wi&s;h</L>
<L>You'd place a greater Guard upon your words;</L>
<L>It is not I, but my unlucky Stars</L>
<L>Have for the Empires ruine laid him by.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, you &s;hall &s;ee it's &s;tronger prop</L>
<L>If you will find away to pay my men.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you do offend his Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>In &s;peaking of the Prince with &s;uch contempt;</L>
<L>You had be&s;t attend your Charge, and leave to me</L>
<L>The getting of your Pay: The Emperor</L>
<L>Is put upon a project to get Mony</L>
<L>And you &s;hall find your &s;hare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, my men</L>
<L>Wont Fight one &s;troak without it, that I tell you.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Ju&s;tin.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, good my Lord, no more, Your Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Should not regard his Folly but his Courage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Courage! Each private Soldier may have that,</L>
<L>'Tis Conduct only makes a General;</L>
<L>And I &s;u&s;pect his much, for all your Pray'rs;</L>
<L>But I'le not long endure his In&s;olence,</L>
<L>I'le rather hazard all on my own per&s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>What means your Maje&s;ty?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why Fame does &s;ay,</L>
<PB N="63" REF="44">
<L>This Sultan <HI>Mahomet</HI>'s a Valiant Prince;</L>
<L>I'le try, if he'l on &s;ingle Combat &s;take</L>
<L>The Fortune of this War.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this?</L>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cardinal.</SPEAKER>
<L>Perhaps</L>
<L>You have not well con&s;ider'd that de&s;ign;</L>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty in &s;uch a weighty Cau&s;e</L>
<L>Mu&s;t ask advice of Piety not Pa&s;&s;ion.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you &s;peak as if &s;trong Appetite</L>
<L>Did make me &s;eek this Combat for a plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>But I'le a&s;&s;ure you 'tis on no &s;uch Cau&s;e:</L>
<L>Thank Heav'n I dare, but do not love to fight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir, nor mu&s;t not &s;ingly; Heaven's &s;trict Laws</L>
<L>Deliver'd by the Church, does quite forbid</L>
<L>All Duells under pain of highe&s;t cen&s;ure.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Surely, when Heav'n gave Sacred Characters</L>
<L>To Clergy men; it did not then dive&s;t</L>
<L>The re&s;t of Mankind of the u&s;e of Rea&s;on;</L>
<L>Did it my Lord?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, not of common Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Common! I under&s;tand no &s;uch di&s;tinction;</L>
<L>Rea&s;on is Rea&s;on, and that does plainly &s;ay,</L>
<L>If I i'th' head of Thou&s;ands may make War,</L>
<L>And hazard both my own and others lives,</L>
<L>I &s;ure much more, may &s;ingly do the &s;ame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not without di&s;pen&s;ation from the Pope,</L>
<L>As humbly I conceive.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Pope, good Man!</L>
<L>No Di&s;pen&s;ations from his Officers,</L>
<L>'Tis they mu&s;t have a Fee: The&s;e tricks of
<HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>Of fir&s;t forbidding, then di&s;pen&s;ing things,</L>
<L>Has Rob'd it of the Reverence once it had,</L>
<L>From be&s;t Advi&s;ers to Mens Con&s;ciences;</L>
<L>They now are grown to be their Torturers,</L>
<L>Things in them&s;elves indifferent they make &s;in;</L>
<L>And real &s;ins they dare give leave to act:</L>
<L>A man may be a Saint and Traitor both,</L>
<L>When Di&s;pen&s;ation frees him from his Oath.</L>
<PB N="64" REF="45">
<L>But trouble not your &s;elf Lord Cardinal,</L>
<L>I'le ask the Sultans Di&s;pen&s;ation only,</L>
<L>If he con&s;ents, I'le not refu&s;e the Fight.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Dorello</HI> like a Doctor.</HI></STAGE>
<L>What have you &s;een him Doctor?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, I find,</L>
<L>Except you Maje&s;ty in per&s;on goes,</L>
<L>His Servants dare not let him be di&s;turb'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>How do they &s;ay he is?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>They do believe,</L>
<L>As I have &s;aid; it is a Lunacy</L>
<L>Sprung from an over-tender &s;ence of Honour;</L>
<L>But &s;till I'd undertake on pain of Death,</L>
<L>Were I but few days with him, I wou'd awe him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come, we'l go vi&s;it him, his Health wou'd bring</L>
<L>Me Vigour to our ne're expiring power,</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Emp.</HI> &amp;c.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pray Heav'n he be but Mad, I'le never fear</L>
<L>This cheating Quack from <HI>Per&s;ia</HI> e're can cure him:</L>
<L>He'l &s;ooner Poi&s;on him I'le undertake,</L>
<L>And that part of his Art I'le undertake,</L>
<L>And that part of his Art I'le try him in</L>
<L>If I can fix him well&mdash;but &s;tay this Combat</L>
<L>The Emperor de&s;igns, and I do fear</L>
<L>The Sultan may accept in thir&s;t of Glory</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be prevented; 'tis too much to &s;take</L>
<L>My utmo&s;t certain hopes upon one Throw</L>
<L>But &s;ure I need not fear, the fair <HI>Irene</HI></L>
<L>Will keep him from that Danger.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Noble Sir,</L>
<L>New Letters from the <HI>Ba&s;sa,</HI> &s;ay his Ma&s;ter</L>
<L>Doth Dote &s;o much, that he forbears all action.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this? I fear the Love he bares <HI>Irene</HI></L>
<L>May make him rai&s;e the Siege.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>I fear it too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well, &s;omething mu&s;t be done that may prevent it,</L>
<L>Can you learn nothing yet of this <HI>Dorello?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not any thing, my Lord!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure he walks Invi&s;ible! That Danger</L>
<PB N="65" REF="45">
<L>Did threaten mo&s;t of all, and yet my Stats</L>
<L>Has brought me off with Triumph.&mdash;</L>
<L>But &s;tay!&mdash;The Emperor de&s;igns to Beg</L>
<L>Something by way of Loan o'th' Citizens;</L>
<L>He'l find them Cur&s;ed free! Ha! ha! ha! a Beggar Prince</L>
<L>Is &s;uch a Contradiction&mdash;but I'le go</L>
<L>And &s;ee the &s;port, I hope I &s;hall be able</L>
<L>To keep my &s;elf from down right laughing at him.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo,</HI> Solus with a Book in his hand.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>It cannot be but all that they &s;ay's Chymera,</L>
<L>There is no &s;ollid Truth in all this &s;tuff;</L>
<L>'Tis meerly words: They'r Sinowy Sillogi&s;mes</L>
<L>By which they puzle both them&s;elves and us,</L>
<L>Are perfect Ropes of Sand: If we'l be Fools</L>
<L>To grant their fir&s;t Conceptions, then they'l prove</L>
<L>The Con&s;equence mu&s;t needs be this or that.</L>
<L>Grant me &s;ays one an Immaterial Giant,</L>
<L>That does re&s;ide in Immaterial place,</L>
<L>I'le prove he turns the <HI>Primum Mobile,</HI></L>
<L>And that turn all things el&s;e about the Globe:</L>
<L>Then &s;tarts another up, and he conceives,</L>
<L>That Immaterial Being is ab&s;urd;</L>
<L>Strait brings his Giant in to do his Tricks</L>
<L>On good Material Leggs&mdash;then &s;hews a Storm</L>
<L>Produc'd by a &s;light cold matter had got,</L>
<L>Which made it Sneeze&mdash;all comes to &s;uch like &s;tuff,</L>
<L>Avant &s;ub&s;tantial thick <HI>Aegyptian</HI> darkne&s;s,</L>
<STAGE>Throws away the Book.</STAGE>
<L>Rank mi&s;t of words be gone; there's nothing true,</L>
<L>No nothing: Good and Ill are only Names</L>
<STAGE><HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 word"></HI></STAGE>
<L>Stampt by our Intere&s;ts; farewell all Books,</L>
<L>I'le Study nothing but my Mi&s;ery,</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Card. Dorello.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>And how to Die apace. Ah Mighty Sir,</L>
<L>And may I not have leave to do that neither,</L>
<L>'Tis all I beg; you once were a kind Brother.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>I've not a thought but &s;peaks me kind as ever.</L>
<L>Here is a Learned Doctor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What to do?</L>
<L>I want no health&mdash;If you have skill, feel here,</L>
<PB N="66" REF="46">
<L>Does not my Heart keep it's Pul&s;ation right,</L>
<L>As right as ever, though it is ju&s;t a breaking;</L>
<L>Come wave your profit once and &s;peak the Truth.</L>
<L>Am not I well in health?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Highne&s;s is</L>
<L>In what the Bloods concern'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh, let alone</L>
<L>The inward man: That goes beyond your Tools,</L>
<L>Your Probe's not long enough to Tent my Soul:</L>
<L>Sir, on my Knees I beg I may be private.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>From all but this one man, Brother you &s;hall&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then &s;ince I mu&s;t be Plagu'd with conver&s;ation,</L>
<L>I'le ask &s;ome que&s;tions: How go things i'th' Senate?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their ob&s;tinacy forc'd me to di&s;mi&s;s them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>That was a prudent &s;tep, but how the Siege?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Turks like loving Neighbours &s;eem mo&s;t quiet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>They then expect &s;ome Revolution here!</L>
<L>Lord Cardinal, when come our helps from <HI>Rome?</HI></L>
<L>When I go next abroad,&mdash;nay, my good Lord,</L>
<L>I've an&s;wer'd now my &s;elf,&mdash;your Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>I hope, will free me now from all but him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Study your health, dear Brother, till you're well,</L>
<L>My Self and Empire both do langui&s;h in you.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt Manent <HI>Thom.</HI> and <HI>Dor.</HI> who pulls off his Beard.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come Sir, to work, have you a Do&s;e of <HI>Opium,</HI></L>
<L>For I want Sleep extreamly,&mdash;Ha&mdash;<HI>Dorello.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah Sir! Can you endure a Traytors Breath;</L>
<L>For &s;o State Pamplets, and the Ballets call me;</L>
<L>For what I do not know, except it be,</L>
<L>That I know &s;ome are &s;uch, I mu&s;t not name;</L>
<L>But I have &s;ecrets Sir that will amaze you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not more then does your Pre&s;ence in this manner;</L>
<L>Sure I'm deceiv'd,&mdash;on with your Beard again,</L>
<L>So,&mdash;now I &s;ee it only was my Fancy:</L>
<L>But where's <HI>Dorello</HI> gone?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah, Noble Sir,</L>
<L>I fear you are not &s;o well as I did hope.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is <HI>Dorello</HI>'s voice too,&mdash;Ah dear Friend,</L>
<PB N="67" REF="46">
<L>Wonder not I &s;eem'd Craz'd: Alas, <HI>Irene,</HI></L>
<L>Is Murder'd I believe, or lo&s;t for ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir, She is not Dead, though I mu&s;t fear,</L>
<L>That as you gue&s;s &s;he may be lo&s;t for ever.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not Dead! how know you that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dor.</SPEAKER>
<L>I've &s;een her Sir,</L>
<L>And She's i'th' <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Camp from whence I came.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>From thence I'le pre&s;ently go Re&s;cue her.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is too near Di&s;traction to be told</L>
<L><HI>Irene</HI>'s the Sultans Mi&s;tri&s;s; but I'le go</L>
<L>And humour all his fancies till he &s;leeps,</L>
<L>Perhaps &s;ome re&s;t will make him fit for Council.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE>Shouts without.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Chancellor, Cardinal,</HI> Attendants and Rabble. <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Their Ob&s;tinacy makes things de&s;perate:</L>
<L>What's to be done my Lord?</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Alderman.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Try a few more, here comes an Alderman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Friend, you are Rich, I'm told, and therefore &s;hou'd</L>
<L>Spare &s;omething of it for your Countries &s;afety;</L>
<L>Nay, for your own, your Wife and Childrens too;</L>
<L>For they and all you have lies now at &s;take.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alder.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty is misinform'd of me;</L>
<L>I Rich! alas Sir, I am very poor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Con&s;ider Friend, who 'tis that goes a Begging,</L>
<L>Your careful Emperor him&s;elf in Per&s;on.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your much di&s;tre&s;s'd Prince, con&s;ider that,</L>
<L>Give &s;omething Sir, and Heav'n will &s;ure reward it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Friend, 'Tis not for my &s;elf I ask! Heaven knows</L>
<L>That was't not for you my loving People,</L>
<L>I'd &s;ooner die then undergo this Shame:</L>
<L>Come Sir, be liberal, that others may</L>
<L>By your Example lend their mony freely.</L>
<L>That &s;o the Soldiers paid, may boldly Fight,</L>
<L>And here I promi&s;e on my Royal Word,</L>
<L>That what you lend I'le faithfully repay</L>
<L>As &s;oon as Peace has open'd Trade again.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alder.</SPEAKER>
<L>This way of borrowing Sir, I fear's Illegal</L>
<PB N="68" REF="47">
<L>Without the Senates leave,&mdash;and I'd be loath</L>
<L>To break the Law, and make bad Pre&s;idents</L>
<L>That might infringe the Liberty o'th' Subject.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay! there's the Argument that choaks them all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;trangly Friend you do mi&s;take the Law,</L>
<L>Am I in wor&s;e condition than a Subject?</L>
<L>Who wanting mony borrows any where;</L>
<L>Nay, what I borrow, I by force might take</L>
<L>At &s;uch a time as this&mdash;a Law there is,</L>
<L>A Narural Law of Pow'r it may be call'd,</L>
<L>Which gives the Prince aright to every thing</L>
<L>He thinks may keep the Common-wealth from &s;inking,</L>
<L>And this no other Law can Abrogate&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alder.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Council does inform me otherwi&s;e,</L>
<L>And I &s;hall take his word&mdash;Except my Lord,</L>
<L>You'l give your hand upon't he's in the wrong.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Friend forbare, I am no Advocate</L>
<L>That &s;igns my hand to every Ca&s;e that's put:</L>
<L>His Maje&s;ty expects your an&s;wer Sir.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo</HI> and <HI>Dorello</HI> di&s;gui&s;ed.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! what Mock State is this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Alder.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Maje&s;ty</L>
<L>Mu&s;t pardon me, for I can &s;pare no Mony.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Alder.</HI> &amp; Rabble.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis labour lo&s;t, Heav'n &s;urely binds their Eyes</L>
<L>To their De&s;truction; but I find, my Lord,</L>
<L>That you concur with their fal&s;e arguing.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>The times are dangerous Sir, I dare not &s;peak</L>
<L>Except in private Council&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Princes may</L>
<L>By me be warn'd of two much Lenity;</L>
<L>The Rabble is a Jade, mu&s;t feel her Rider,</L>
<L>'Tis not &s;oft taps I &s;ee, but whips mu&s;t rule her,</L>
<L>Humility moves none but generous Souls.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt <HI>Emp.</HI> &amp;c.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Was I not ob&s;tinate to &s;ee <HI>Irene,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;carce could let this Traytor live a Moment.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good Sir, let me intreat you to de&s;i&s;t</L>
<L>From that &s;o dangerous and vain attempt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Dorello,</HI> &s;ay no more, I'm re&s;olv'd</L>
<L>To &s;hew her I was true, though &s;he's not &s;o;</L>
<PB N="69" REF="47">
<L>And &s;hou'd Death wait me in the <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> Camp,</L>
<L>Yet I wou'd go,&mdash;&s;ee! how the Traytor laughs&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I put him on this project for his Ruin;</L>
<L>It was a &s;ubtle Myne, I knew, when &s;prung,</L>
<L>Wou'd blow up all that little power he had:</L>
<L>An humble Prince makes Subjects In&s;olent,</L>
<L>Then what does Begging do,&mdash;ha, ha, ha, hone&s;t
<HI>Michael,</HI></L>
<L>Go watch how he &s;ucceeds, and bring me word.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t Alarm him&mdash;</L>
<L>His Soul is much too jocund for a Traytors;</L>
<L>My Lord, I have a mind to give allay</L>
<L>To your exce&s;&s;ive laughter&mdash;where's
<HI>Irene?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Daughter too, <HI>&V;doxia</HI> and
<HI>Dorello,</HI></L>
<L>What? you to &s;ave their lives, have &s;ent them hence,</L>
<L>What punctual day Sir, mu&s;t the Town be took?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure Slave you know me not, you dare talk thus!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, you are he, that by the help of Souldiers,</L>
<L>Did break the Sanctuary!&mdash;then for Reward,</L>
<L>Be&s;tow'd a Do&s;e of Poi&s;on on your Slaves;</L>
<L>You thought their Dying too a plea&s;ant &s;ight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>What Devil can&s;t thou be that dar'&s;t accu&s;e</L>
<L>Of Crimes &s;o fal&s;e as the&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot &s;tay at pre&s;ent now to prove them;</L>
<L>But in good time I may; i'th' Interim</L>
<L>I'le &s;tep and tell your Daughter y'are a Traytor.</L>
<L>Have you no &s;ervice to the Eunuch <HI>Ba&s;&s;a,</HI></L>
<L>I'le ki&s;s his hands e're long&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ho! <HI>Michael!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you'd prolong your life one day or two,</L>
<L>You may by being Silent; but if not,</L>
<L>This is your late&s;t Moment.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Thom. Dor.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure this mu&s;t be</L>
<L>Some of <HI>Dorello</HI>'s In&s;truments in Town.</L>
<L>My Ruin is contriv'd, I plainly &s;ee,</L>
<L>And I mu&s;t be as quick in my preventions.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Michael.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Begging Emperor has but ill &s;ucce&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cur&s;e on him, we have wor&s;e, all is betray'd;</L>
<PB N="70" REF="48">
<L>I've bin attaqu'd by one that knows <HI>Dorello,</HI></L>
<L>And every thing by him that we have done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mich.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can this be po&s;&s;ible, and we not find him;</L>
<L>I hop'd he had bin drown'd in his coming.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, all my Starrs grow dull of late; I think</L>
<L>They take no care of me, or my de&s;ignes,</L>
<L>But &s;till my Plots are &s;poil'd by Countermines.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="5" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>ACT. V.</HEAD>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo</HI> and
<HI>Dorello.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>THe <HI>Ba&s;&s;a</HI>'s Kindne&s;s to me &s;till Continues,</L>
<L>Nay, rather is increas'd by knowing me.</L>
<L>But yet I can't prevail to &s;ee the Ladies.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Mutantrope,</HI> They &s;ign to one another.</HI></STAGE>
<L>But &s;ee your little Traitor,&mdash;is your Tongue</L>
<L>Out out?&mdash;it is no matter, you de&s;erv'd it&mdash;</L>
<L>Nay, you do well, to own your fault,</L>
<L>There is no tru&s;ting &s;uch a Rogue as you.</L>
<L>If I had any bu&s;ine&s;s&mdash;wou'd you indeed&mdash;</L>
<L>Then let me &s;ee <HI>&V;doxia,</HI> or
<HI>Cali&s;ta</HI>&mdash;</L>
<L>How! <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> in &s;uch favour! where's
<HI>Irene</HI> then&punc;</L>
<L>Thou art a lying Rogue, I &s;till perceive&mdash;</L>
<L>Oh Villain, dar'&s;t thou &s;wear &s;o fal&s;e a thing?</L>
<L>As that the <HI>Sultan</HI> does not know
<HI>Irene?</HI>&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can only &s;uch a Traitor &s;peak the truth?</L>
<L>And all Man-kind be lyars? yet, methinks</L>
<L>The vertue of <HI>Irene,</HI> does make me hope it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>If this you &s;wear, be true, then bring my Friend</L>
<L>And me to &s;ee <HI>Irene</HI>&mdash;If you're for&s;worn</L>
<L>Expect a greater judgment then you have&mdash;</L>
<L>Well, wee'l try your faith.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Mutant.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="71" REF="48">
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Boy is &s;trangly earne&s;t; &s;ure he cannot</L>
<L>Be &s;uch a Villain to invent all this?</L>
<L>'Tis po&s;&s;ible the &s;ubtle Chancellor</L>
<L>Contriv'd, that Fame might &s;ay it was <HI>Irene,</HI></L>
<L>Le&s;t his Intelligence might be &s;u&s;pected.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>I can't tell, what to think; there's no de&s;ign</L>
<L>The Boy can have&mdash;is worth his Perjury,</L>
<L>Except he wholly does delight in Fal&s;e-hood.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>To &s;ee <HI>Irene,</HI> and &s;ee her true, will be</L>
<L>Some few Degrees beyond felicitie.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>She threatens now: what a rank A&s;s was I</L>
<L>To bring ambitious Beauty 'bout my Prince,</L>
<L>This Poi&s;on is for <HI>Irene</HI>&mdash;</L>
<L>I'm confident,&mdash;but Lady look about you,</L>
<L>We State&s;men have our tricks; 'tis well I did not</L>
<L>Inform her Father that it was her &s;elf,</L>
<L>And not the fair <HI>Irene</HI> the Sultan dotes on,</L>
<L>Did he but know it, we &s;oon &s;hould have bin here:</L>
<L>His Politick Pate wou'd &s;till Solicite Bow&s;trings</L>
<L>Might be pre&s;ented us, that vacant places</L>
<L>Might be di&s;pos'd by him,&mdash;but to his greif,</L>
<L>Both he and all men el&s;e, think 'tis <HI>Irene.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Cali&s;ta, Irene, Udoxia,</HI> and
<HI>Mutes,</HI> one Carrying a Cup of Poi&s;on, th' other Bow&s;trings.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>No! I'le cut off my fears, their hopes and thine</L>
<L>All at one blow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Con&s;ider but the Crime!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>No <HI>Synan,</HI> you mi&s;take that charming Face</L>
<L>Which in dead colours fir&s;t bewitch'd my Lord,</L>
<L>Shall not remain for you to &s;hew a line,</L>
<L>From that de&s;ign Springs all your Piety.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>If you fear that, then &s;pare this other Lady;</L>
<L>Why Madam, mu&s;t &s;he dye?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>For &s;weet revenge,</L>
<L>She did upbraid me, with my Fathers Nature</L>
<PB N="72" REF="49">
<L>And now &s;he'l find I have it thoroughly.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will not lo&s;e a Pray'r to ask thee Mercy,</L>
<L>Nor will I live after <HI>Irene</HI> is Dead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall never doubt it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah Cali&s;ta!</L>
<L>Think of the plea&s;ant hours we three have &s;pent</L>
<L>In Childi&s;h &s;ports together,&mdash;call to mind</L>
<L>How both of us have &s;trove which mo&s;t &s;hou'd plea&s;e you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Plead not our wanton Childi&s;h Tales to me,</L>
<L>I am a Woman, and do &s;ee the Danger</L>
<L>Of that bewitching Beauty you have got,</L>
<L>Therefore make ha&s;te and chu&s;e your way of dying.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Save but <HI>&V;doxia</HI>'s life, I'le call that Mercy,</L>
<L>And with my dying Breath beg pardon for you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Irene,</HI> ne're &s;peak of that, give me the Cup,</L>
<L>I do defie all kindne&s;s from the Mon&s;ter</L>
<L>Except you &s;hare it too&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bravely Re&s; lv'd!</L>
<L>But do not drink it all, one half will &s;erve;</L>
<L>I try'd it on a Slave, and he dy'd calmly,</L>
<L>Made no ill Faces as &s;ome people do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come then, let's take our everla&s;ting leaves</L>
<L>Of all our Sorrows here,&mdash;my thoughts begin</L>
<L>To prompt me it is brave to leave this world,</L>
<L>And all it's flattering, fal&s;e, and painted joys,</L>
<L>Which do allure to real Mi&s;eries.</L>
<L><HI>&V;doxia,</HI> lead the way.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Farewel <HI>Dorello.</HI></L>
<STAGE><HI>She drinks and gives the Cup to
<HI>Irene.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>And farewel now for ever my <HI>Thomazo.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Drinks.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cur&s;e on his Name, it &s;taggers me a little;</L>
<L>But Love Adieu! and Tryumph my Revenge!</L>
<L>In thy fir&s;t Conque&s;t&mdash;Farewel Play-fellows.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Cali&s;t.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure 'tis &s;ome Bodied Fury this, not Wonman;</L>
<L>Ladies, you'l find your Deaths &s;teal gently on you</L>
<L>Like a &s;oft Sleep: but yet to &s;hew I wou'd</L>
<L>Do any thing was in my power to &s;erve you,</L>
<L>I'le &s;end the little Traytor, <HI>Mutantrope</HI></L>
<L>To find <HI>Dorello</HI> out, and bring him to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="73" REF="49">
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>May Heav'n reward your Charity, my Lord,</L>
<L>It is the only thing I'd wi&s;h on Earth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>You &s;hall not fail of that&mdash;now
<HI>Mu&s;tapha,</HI></L>
<L>Our Plot is Ripe to ruine this <HI>Medea.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whither, dear Friend, are thou and I a going?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>To Heaven <HI>Irene.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heav'n is a great way off,</L>
<L>And though I doubt not, we &s;hall &s;oon reach thither,</L>
<L>Yet Nature &s;hudders at the world of Miles</L>
<L>That Fancy &s;ays is thither&mdash;Ah
<HI>&V;doxia</HI>&mdash;</L>
<L>I hope we &s;hall know one another there.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>I hope &s;oo too&mdash;yet, what the plea&s;ure is</L>
<L>Which happy Souls enjoy, I cannot gue&s;s,</L>
<L>But &s;ure it won't be any thing like tho&s;e</L>
<L>We do enjoy on Earth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay, there's the fright;</L>
<L>Methinks we're about to lo&s;e our &s;elves,</L>
<L>And change to &s;omething el&s;e. Tho' what we know not?</L>
<L>But we &s;hall ne're be We again I fear.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet this we're certain of we can't be wor&s;e.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Mutantrope,</HI> and ob&s;erves them, then
<HI>Exit.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Dorello</HI> and
<HI>Thomazo.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>But &s;ee the Boy! I hope <HI>Dorello</HI>'s coming.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>It makes me happy I'm in your thoughts.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vdox.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le own that nought on Earth could be &s;o welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nor to me neither except Prince <HI>Thomazo.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>That word in &s;pight of Fortune makes me happy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah! do I &s;ee you Sir? Then welcome Death&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>faints away.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>How's this! <HI>Irene!</HI> palene&s;s &s;its on her lips.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;udden Joy o'recame her&mdash;give her Breath,</L>
<L>She'l come to her &s;elf&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vdox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Never on Earth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What dreadful word is that? it pierc'd my Soul!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vdox.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;trange Surprize did make the Poi&s;on work.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Poi&s;on!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Vdox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay Sir, <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> Poi&s;on'd her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah Horrid Deed! but &s;ee the Prince Sir, Sir,</L>
<PB N="74" REF="50">
<L>I fear his Soul's not proof again&s;t this blow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Irene</HI> &s;o Angry, that &s;he will not &s;peak!</L>
<L>Ha! Poi&s;on! Never! I will not have <HI>Cali&s;ta,</HI></L>
<L>Her Father is a Traytor&mdash;but <HI>Irene</HI></L>
<L>Is the great Sultans Mi&s;tri&s;s,&mdash;Is &s;he &s;o?</L>
<L>Then I'le turn Hermit in a Grove of Willows,</L>
<L>Berrys of Baleful Ivy &s;hall be my Food,</L>
<L>And the Drink nothing el&s;e but my own Tears!</L>
<L>For fair <HI>Irene</HI> is fal&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah dire mi&s;hap,</L>
<L>His &s;carce Cur'd Lunacy agen returns:</L>
<L>Great Sir, <HI>Irene</HI> is Vertuous&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then I'le have her.</L>
<L>I will my Self de&s;troy the Sultans Army,</L>
<L>And Re&s;cue my <HI>Irene</HI>&mdash;to hor&s;e&mdash;to hor&s;e</L>
<L>&mdash;</L>
<L>Draw up the Guards and follow,&mdash;&s;ound a Charge&mdash;</L>
<L>What do you Run you Dogs&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Draws <HI>&amp; exiturus,</HI> is held by
<HI>Dorello.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh, good Sir &s;tay&mdash;</L>
<L>Di&s;cover'd once, he will be lo&s;t for ever&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What are you that take me Pri&s;oner?</L>
<L>I won't have Quarter now <HI>Irene</HI> is lo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look on me Sir! do not you know <HI>Dorello?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! where's <HI>Irene?</HI> Oh! there, She's there&mdash;</L>
<L>Have I recover'd her?&mdash;I thank you all&mdash;</L>
<L>You have Fought bravely&mdash;you &s;hall all be Knighted.</L>
<L>But won't <HI>Irene</HI> &s;peak to her own
<HI>Thomazo?</HI></L>
<L>Pardon me, Madam,&mdash;by all my Love I thought</L>
<STAGE>Kneels by her.</STAGE>
<L>'Twas you I &s;hou'd have Marry'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah poor Prince!</L>
<L><HI>Dorello,</HI> look to him&mdash;but if you can</L>
<L>Procure our Bodies Chri&s;tian Funerals,</L>
<L>I know hers does, and I hope mine de&s;erves it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>What mean you, Madam?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>I find the Poi&s;on works on me apace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>What are you poy&s;on'd too!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay Sir, <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI></L>
<L>Was kind in that, to let us Die together.</L>
<L>I can no more! Farewel, my dear <HI>Dorello.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="75" REF="50"><HI>Enter <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI> and
<HI>Mutes.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>I envy not the Prince! why do not I</L>
<L>Learn the &s;ame Art to lo&s;e my greif in Madne&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>What men are the&s;e, &s;eize on them; ha!
<HI>Thomazo</HI></L>
<L><HI>Dorello</HI> too!</L>
<STAGE><HI>They &s;eize them, <HI>Thom.</HI> &s;tands amaz'd.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah thou cur&s;ed Mon&s;ter!</L>
<L>What Devil taught thee all this Cruelty?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>I learn't it of that Prince, he taught me fir&s;t</L>
<L>To find my Nature bad&mdash;I el&s;e had liv'd</L>
<L>A puling vertue, &s;till frighted with tales</L>
<L>Of Hell and Devils, with other &s;illy Bug-bears;</L>
<L>But &s;eeing him the &s;tout and brave <HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>The Wi&s;e, Ju&s;t, Generous, and great
<HI>Thomazo,</HI></L>
<L>Take plea&s;ure to betray a harmle&s;s Maid:</L>
<L>This taught me rage, and rag'd in&s;till'd revenge,</L>
<L>Which made me do this petty triffling mi&s;cheif;</L>
<L>But that's not half enough, &s;ince above my hopes,</L>
<L>You two are fallen thus into my hands.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay, dare thy wor&s;t; as for that noble Prince,</L>
<L>Were he but &s;afe, Death were to me &s;avour.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, you &s;hall both together! Slaves your &s;trings.</L>
<STAGE><HI><HI>Mutes</HI> put Bow-&s;trings on them.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Though I'm a Pri&s;oner; I'le</L>
<L>Wear no Chaines but tho&s;e of faire <HI>Irene!</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Irene</HI> is Poi&s;on'd!</L>
<L>Poi&s;on'd mo&s;t Noble Prince, by this damn'd Mon&s;ter.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! 'tis the Devil <HI>Dorello,</HI> 'tis the Devil:</L>
<L>He has <HI>Cali&s;ta's</HI> &s;hape, but 'tis a Devil,</L>
<L>He cannot hurt me though, for I de&s;y him;</L>
<L>Ha, ha, ha,&mdash;&s;ee! how the Devil weeps</L>
<L>Becau&s;e he cannot get his will to hurt us.</L>
<L>VVe are too hone&s;t for his Mi&s;chief,&mdash;let me go,</L>
<L>I'le make him vani&s;h with a Vengeance hence.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh! I could chide my Eyes for &s;hewing greif,</L>
<L>Tho' tis a Killing &s;ight.&mdash;<HI>Thomazo</HI> is Mad!</L>
<L>How came he thus <HI>Dorello?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can you ask?</L>
<PB N="76" REF="51">
<L>And &s;ee <HI>Irene</HI> lie Murder'd there by you?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh I wou'd rail and call him if I cou'd,</L>
<L>Ungrateful, ba&s;e <HI>Thomazo.</HI> But this &s;ight</L>
<L>Renews agen my Love, and &s;tops my Mouth.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Talk not of Love at all, much le&s;s for him,</L>
<L>That is too good a Pa&s;&s;ion for thy Soul,</L>
<L>And he a Cau&s;e too Noble.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah <HI>Dorello!</HI></L>
<L>Judge but from whence proceeds this Flood of Tears!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>They're &s;uch as Crocodiles by <HI>Nilus</HI> &s;hed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, rather &s;uch as once <HI>Medea</HI> did,</L>
<L>When &s;he di&s;pers'd her tender Brothers limbs;</L>
<L>Love taught her Cruelty, and I perceive</L>
<L>'Twas that, and not Revenge has Murder'd the&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>If cruel hearts, like yours, be capable</L>
<L>Of Love, yet all you have the Sultan claims.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Sultans Title &s;prung from my Ambition,</L>
<L>But now that Pa&s;&s;ions cloy'd, and Love returns.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madam, why do you pau&s;e? pray give me death,</L>
<L><HI>Vdoxia</HI> chides my &s;loath for &s;taying thus.</L>
<STAGE><HI><HI>Thom.</HI> &s;tarts up.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! Sir! I am no Traytor! I'm your Brother,</L>
<L>Ask <HI>Dorello</HI> if the Dam'd Chancellor</L>
<L>Be not the Mighty Traytor of your State&mdash;</L>
<L>But &s;ee his Daughter&mdash;She &s;hall be Sultane&s;s.&mdash;</L>
<L>I will have none of her&mdash;She is a Mon&s;ter&mdash;</L>
<L>See &s;ee&mdash;how &s;he's be&s;mear'd with Blood,</L>
<L>But where's <HI>Irene</HI>&mdash;Alas! She's angry&mdash;Ah me&mdash;</L>
<L>I will have none but her&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas poor Prince!</L>
<L>The fair <HI>Irene</HI> is Murder'd by
<HI>Cali&s;ta.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! Murder'd! <HI>Irene</HI> Murder'd&mdash;then
<HI>Calista</HI></L>
<L>Shall be torn Limb from Limb by horrid Devils!</L>
<L>Her Soul &s;hall turn that fatal Bird of Night,</L>
<L>With Crokes and Crokes for &s;ad departing Souls.</L>
<STAGE><PB N="77" REF="51"><HI>He Sings.</HI></STAGE>
<LG TYPE="song">
<HEAD>SONG.</HEAD>
<L><HI>IN Caves full of Sculls, and rotten old Bones,</HI></L>
<L><HI>She Sighs in the Day-time, and in the Night Groans.</HI></L>
<L><HI>'Mongst Gho&s;ts of the Guilty, for ever She'l howle,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And in Beds &s;ill'd with Serpents eternally Role.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But I and <HI>Irene</HI> will be Merry,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Among&s;t happy Lovers we'l Play,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ah <HI>Charon!</HI> make ha&s;t with your Ferry,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Row hard, and I'le double your Pay.</HI></L>
</LG>
<L><HI>Irene</HI> we'l part no more&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Falls down.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why do you pau&s;e upon't? he in his Madne&s;s &s;hews</L>
<L>His la&s;ting hate to me, and Love to her;</L>
<L>Revenge is rous'd again by Jealou&s;ie,</L>
<L>And now I wi&s;h him Dead; Pa&s;&s;ions in me</L>
<L>Like Tides in &s;ome great Rivers, flow not in,</L>
<L>But fir&s;t in heaps of Water take their view,</L>
<L>Then Roar, then tumble in Mountains of Sea,</L>
<L>Devouring Shores almo&s;t as quick as thought;</L>
<L>So now your times are come.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>I do rejoyce&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your joy &s;hall be but &s;hort, pull Slaves!</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold Doggs!&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Synan!</HI> how's this? dare you controul our orders?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not but by his; whom you your &s;elf obey.</L>
<L>Our Mighty Sultan &s;aw and pitty'd him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh I am lo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, Madam, I am &s;o without your Mercy;</L>
<L>And 'tis 'gain&s;t me alone his Rage is bent,</L>
<L>For thus deluding him about <HI>Irene:</HI></L>
<L>But &s;ave my Life &s;ince for your &s;ake I did it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Cali&s;t.</SPEAKER>
<L>No <HI>Synan,</HI> if thy Fate depends on me,</L>
<L>Thou mu&s;t expect a dreadful De&s;tiny.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;ee my Deaths inevitable now!</L>
<L>But I am glad my life does Ran&s;ome yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>You cannot give us life, in them we die.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>That Death will but continue till they wake.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>How wake! my Lord! do not de&s;pi&s;e our griefs.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="78" REF="52">
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis but a &s;leepy potion, which they took,</L>
<L>Which I prepar'd to &s;ave them from <HI>Cali&s;ta.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, my Lord, you grieve without a cau&s;e</L>
<L>For fair <HI>Irene</HI>'s not dead; This noble Ba&s;&s;a.</L>
<L>Who knows no fal&s;hood &s;ayes it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>What is that?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Irene</HI> is living Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay, but She's angry,</L>
<L>She won't &s;peak one word to poor <HI>Thomazo.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir! &s;he's a &s;leep!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah do not wake her then!</L>
<L>Hu&s;ht! hu&s;ht! no noi&s;e, I pray let her &s;leep&mdash;</L>
<L>She will be pleas'd anon&mdash;&s;teale &s;oftly out&mdash;</L>
<L>Softly&mdash;&s;oftly&mdash;do not wake her for the world.</L>
<L>She's Dreaming now of poor <HI>Thmazo</HI>'s love.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>&s;oftly.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>I mu&s;t admire the wayes of providence,</L>
<L>That &s;trangely thus by wicked mens de&s;igns,</L>
<L>Does oft protect the ju&s;t&mdash;your Chancellor</L>
<L>To fortify his greatne&s;s in our Court</L>
<L>Has caus'd your being here, where you are &s;afe,</L>
<L>Which el&s;e you con'd not be in our next &s;torm:</L>
<L>For then the Town's betray'd: The General</L>
<L>Has promis'd to march out with all his Souldiers,</L>
<L>And there's a Royal Half-moon Banner &s;ent</L>
<L>To th' Chancellor which will protect his hou&s;e&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good my Lord,</L>
<L>Let not the Prince hear this but by degrees,</L>
<L>His Brother and his Country's lo&s;s will be</L>
<L>A Greif his worthy mind will hardly bare,</L>
<L>Shou'd he recover this which now a&s;&s;aults him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord, you freely &s;hall command this place</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I have any Breath to give that power,</L>
<L>And after that, you &s;afely may rely&mdash;</L>
<L>Upon our Sultans friend&s;hip to the Prince,</L>
<L>Which I dare &s;ay is reall: But I mu&s;t</L>
<L>Make ha&s;t and meet that Death now &s;tays for me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord! I hope much better.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, my Lord!</L>
<PB N="79" REF="52">
<L>Our Sultan's Frowns are Mortal; they'r met by this</L>
<L>To be &s;pectators of my Tragedy.</L>
<L>Carry the Ladies in&mdash;when I am dead&mdash;</L>
<L>May you, my Lord, and all your Friends be happy.</L>
<STAGE>Mutes carry in the Ladies.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord! farewell; may Heav'n pre&s;erve</L>
<L>You &s;till&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exit <HI>Synan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<L>But yet I fear he's lo&s;t: Vertue on Earth</L>
<L>Is like &s;ome whole&s;ome Herb o're grown with Hemlock,</L>
<L>There is &s;o little, men can hardly find it,</L>
<L>And all that u&s;e it are unfortunate&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Theoph. Chancellor, Cardinal,</HI> Attendants.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theoph.</SPEAKER>
<L>This Information puzles my belief,</L>
<L>I &s;ooner &s;hou'd have doubted my own Faith</L>
<L>Then Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s&mdash;&s;ure it cannot be.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>The things too evident for any doubt;</L>
<L>Hot &s;pur'd Ambition in a Young mans brea&s;t</L>
<L>Ne're boyles at a Crime wou'd give it Checque.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theoph.</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;ure the world mu&s;t end, when Crimes like the&s;e</L>
<L>Are boldly Acted by the be&s;t of men;</L>
<L>Vertue has &s;pent her utmo&s;t &s;tock on Earth;&mdash;</L>
<L>Vertue, that Cement of the World, grows loo&s;e,</L>
<L>Then Nature &s;ure mu&s;t &s;hake into its Chaos.</L>
<L><HI>Irene</HI> to turn a Strumpet, did Amaze me!</L>
<L>Though &s;he's a Woman&mdash;but for Prince
<HI>Thomazo</HI></L>
<L>To make a ba&s;e Revolt, is Miraculous.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>What can an Emperor, bounded and ty'd</L>
<L>By Laws, Act more than I already have&mdash;</L>
<L>But Heav'n and all things el&s;e con&s;pire our Ruin,</L>
<L>What can we then more but re&s;olve to Die;</L>
<L>Story &s;hall never &s;ay I did neglect</L>
<L>My per&s;onal Duty to the very la&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, Mighty Sir, had the Revolted Prince,</L>
<L>And others of his Faction, but bin faithful,</L>
<L>You might have &s;hin'd in Hi&s;tory, as great,</L>
<L>As does that <HI>Con&s;tantine</HI> who fir&s;t Raign'd here.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Heav'n &s;trangely brings its great Decrees about</L>
<PB N="80" REF="53">
<L>A <HI>Con&s;tantine,</HI> who&s;e Mothers name was
<HI>Helena,</HI></L>
<L>Began this Empire: The Bi&s;hop of this See</L>
<L>Was <HI>Theodotius</HI> then, &s;o all are new,</L>
<L>Both, and State mu&s;t &s;ink in the &s;ame names</L>
<L>As founded them; but let Heavens will be done.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Di&s;pair not Mighty Sir; the ways of Heav'n</L>
<L>Are pa&s;t all finding out, who knows but you</L>
<L>May give a new beginning to this Empire</L>
<L>By driving back this faithle&s;s Mahomet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>I for my &s;ubjects &s;akes, perhaps could wi&s;h it,</L>
<L>Though for my &s;elf a worthy death is be&s;t;</L>
<L>Which I have &s;ought from <HI>Mahomets</HI> own hand</L>
<L>By &s;ingle fight; but that he ba&s;ely waves</L>
<L>With Crowds of bleeding &s;laves he &s;natches glory,</L>
<L>Which flyes from me, who court it &s;till in per&s;on.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Ju&s;tiniano.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir I am come once more to ask our Pay,</L>
<L>Which, if deny'd, we pre&s;ently will March.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now it begins to work!</L>
<STAGE>A&s;ide.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do as you plea&s;e,</L>
<L>My &s;ubjects ob&s;tinate to all entreaties,</L>
<L>Deny me their &s;upplies; and I'm re&s;olv'd</L>
<L>Rather to peri&s;h with them, then extend</L>
<L>My Regal pow'r beyond its u&s;ual bounds:</L>
<L>Blinded they are, and blinded let them be,</L>
<L>Since they love Gold beyond them&s;elves and me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ju&s;tin.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bare witne&s;s all, that 'tis no fault of mine</L>
<L>This Empire &s;inkes: I could have propt it yet;</L>
<L>And with this &s;ingle Arm &s;u&s;tain'd it's weight,</L>
<L>Had not affronts upon affronts at fir&s;t</L>
<L>Di&s;arm'd me of the power to wi&s;h your good;</L>
<L>But I'le not &s;tay to bury all my glory</L>
<L>Under your mighty ruines; no, my Sword,</L>
<L>When you are nothing but the name of Prince,</L>
<L>Shall give me the full power of being &s;o&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir; will you patiently endure this &s;light!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let him, and all the world grow in&s;olent;</L>
<PB N="81" REF="53">
<L>It &s;hall not move my rage: My Brothers Crimes</L>
<L>Have &s;tupify'd my Anger.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Captain.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Capt.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mighty Sir;</L>
<L>The perdues do fly in the <HI>Turks</HI> advance</L>
<L>As if they did intend a general Storm.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>All that dare not be Slaves, now follow me,</L>
<L>To certain Death, or glorious Victorie.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo</HI> and
<HI>Dorello.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Dorello!</HI> &s;ure I'm deluded &s;till</L>
<L>And this I feel's another &s;ort of madne&s;s,</L>
<L>Is it not &s;o, <HI>Dorello?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, my Lord;</L>
<L>Your cau&s;e of joy is &s;ollid, like tho&s;e Cares,</L>
<L>Who&s;e unexpected &s;ounds, di&s;temper'd you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Am I then known, and in the Turki&s;h Camp,</L>
<L>Yet free from Chaines? and does <HI>Irene</HI> &s;till live?</L>
<L>Nay, live for Prince Thomazo! this, <HI>Dorello,</HI></L>
<L>My &s;ickly fancy wou'd per&s;wade is true.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>For all the&s;e mighty Ble&s;&s;ings, next to Heaven,</L>
<L>We owe our thanks toth' noble Eunuch Ba&s;&s;a,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h his &s;afety were as firm as ours.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Mutes</HI> with <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI>'s head.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanks to that hearty wi&s;h, and &s;o it is;</L>
<L>See there the head that lately threaten'd mine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh wonderful! <HI>Cali&s;ta</HI>'s head cut off!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ay noble Prince! our Sultan has deceiv'd us;</L>
<L>But to our &s;atisfaction, for ju&s;t now</L>
<L>Mounted upon a Throne in full a&s;&s;embly,</L>
<L>He did expo&s;e this Beauty to our view,</L>
<L>Seeming to glory in &s;o rich a Jewel.</L>
<L>And had his prai&s;e Eccho'd back by us:</L>
<L>Then Beckon'd me, I went and kneel'd before him,</L>
<L>Thinking my &s;elf a Victim to her Triumph,</L>
<L>And &s;he believ'd it too, for big with joy,</L>
<L>Her Eyes roll'd Grace to all; but &s;cornes on me,</L>
<L>When in her height of Pride, one &s;udden blow</L>
<PB N="82" REF="54">
<L>Given by the Sultans Sword, took off her Head</L>
<L>So quick, &s;he cou'd not &s;hreek one Pray'r for Mercy:</L>
<L>Then throwing me the Head&mdash;cry'd, <HI>Synan</HI> take it,</L>
<L>And &s;miling, bid us &s;ee, how much he valu'd</L>
<L>True Glory above Beauty&mdash;but the Storm</L>
<L>Will pre&s;ently begin, and I mu&s;t thither,</L>
<L>And be an Actor in this Scene of Fate</L>
<L>Which will Create our Sultan Emperor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are you a&s;&s;ur'd my Lord the Town will yield?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nothing more certain Sir, the Town's betray'd,</L>
<L>But Heav'n has &s;o contriv'd that you are &s;afe:</L>
<L>Farewell mo&s;t noble Lords; if I am &s;lain&mdash;</L>
<L>Think of me&mdash;If I live, I'm &s;till your Servant.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Exeunt <HI>Synan,</HI> &amp;c.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah <HI>Dorello,</HI> 'tis not for us to live</L>
<L>Beyond our Princes Ruin. No, Brother,</L>
<L><HI>Thomazo</HI>'s Love and Fortune &s;hall give way</L>
<L>When's Honour, or your &s;afety is in que&s;tion;</L>
<L>Come Friends, let's once again Enter the Town,</L>
<L>And leave the Ladies here, they'l &s;till be &s;afe,</L>
<L>What e're becomes of that, or of our lives,</L>
<L>Though Dead in them, &s;ome part of us &s;urvives.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Theophilus,</HI> and Attendants with Swords drawn, They pa&s;s over the Stage in ha&s;t, great Clamors and Noi&s;e.</HI></STAGE>
<STAGE>Trumpets and Drums beat a Battle.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Chancellor, Lorenzo,</HI> and
<HI>Michael,</HI> like Turks above.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;port's begun, that noi&s;e which dreadful &s;ounds</L>
<L>To others Ears, to mine &s;eems &s;prightly Mu&s;ick.</L>
<L>Day breaks apace, as &s;oon as we perceive</L>
<L>The Town is taken, hang the Banner out.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Loren.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shall we admit of &s;uch as &s;eek Protection?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, not the Emperor him&s;elf &s;hall enter;</L>
<L>Let them e'en take their Chance.</L>
<STAGE>Shouts.</STAGE>
<L>Oh, that was brave!</L>
<STAGE>Cries, and running o're the &s;tage, all's lo&s;t, all's lo&s;t.</STAGE>
<L>Hang out the Banner &s;trait, the Town's our own.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><PB N="83" REF="54"><HI>The Banner hung out; Enter Chri&s;tians, drove in by Turks. Enter <HI>Emperor, Theoph.</HI> &amp;c. Who make &s;trong Fight by giving way. Enter <HI>Thomazo</HI> and <HI>Dorello</HI> Fighting, and driving off the Turks.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Lorenz.</SPEAKER>
<L>See there! the Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI> and
<HI>Dorello</HI></L>
<L>Are Fighting on this &s;ide.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'm glad of that,</L>
<L>This forfeits all his favour with the <HI>Turk,</HI></L>
<L>And 'tis not in his Pow'r to &s;ave the Town.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Thomazo, Dorello, Theoph.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Brother, your Loyalty does bring a joy</L>
<L>Beyond what Victory it &s;elf wou'd do.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ah Royal Sir, there is no time to talk,</L>
<L>Our Men can never hold the ground we gain'd;</L>
<L>Were but your Per&s;on &s;afe, I wou'd not Care.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis &s;afe whil&s;t Guarded by your Noble Sword,</L>
<L>And mine I hope &s;hall prove a Guard to yours.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, 'tis in vain to hope to keep the Town:</L>
<L>Then take this time to &s;ave your &s;elf by Flight,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I make Head again&s;t the Entring
<HI>Turks.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>How Brother, Fly! No, it &s;hall ne're be &s;aid</L>
<L>That I &s;urviv'd a lo&s;s &s;o great, as is</L>
<L>So brave a Brother, and an Empire too.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir, be not ob&s;tinate! but &s;ee a Flag.</L>
<L>That &s;peaks Protection to the Chancellor,</L>
<L>Open your Gates my Lord, and take but in</L>
<L>Your Emperor and <HI>Theophilas;</HI> &s;uch a Deed</L>
<L>Will make Atonement now for all your Crimes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>I will not hold my Safety from a Villain.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>No Sir, conent your &s;elf, you come not here;</L>
<L>Nor any per&s;on el&s;e&mdash;my Crimes, my Lord,</L>
<L>Are got above the puni&s;hment of Heav'n.</L>
<STAGE>Shouts and Clamors.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Emp.</SPEAKER>
<L>Infamous Renegade&mdash;but the Noi&s;e</L>
<L>Calls loud for our a&s;&s;i&s;tance&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Come, <HI>Dorello,</HI></L>
<PB N="84" REF="55">
<L>Let's Keep him &s;afe as long as e're we can&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. all but <HI>Theop.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bla&s;phemous Traytor, are thy Crimes &s;o great?</L>
<L>Thou thinks the pow'rs above han't &s;trength to puni&s;h!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Talk not my Lord, I for your Daughters &s;ake</L>
<L>Will let you &s;ingly in, and &s;ave your life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>No cur&s;ed Dog, I'd &s;ooner find my Death</L>
<L>From my own hand, then owe my life to thee.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay, if you be &s;o brisk, e'en take your Chance!</L>
<L>What in&s;olent Slaves are the&s;e?</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Cardinal.</HI></HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh my good Lord!</L>
<L>Let me but find protection in your Hou&s;e!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas my Lord, your Eminence on foot!</L>
<L>'Tis a great way to <HI>Rome;</HI> you had be&s;t make ha&s;t,</L>
<L>Spare Complements to me&mdash;you have my leave&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord! mock not my mi&s;ery.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>You'l be belated truly, wanting Hor&s;es,</L>
<L>My Duty to his Holine&s;s, and tell him,</L>
<L>I've ended now this long continuing Schi&s;me</L>
<L>To his own hearts Content!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Card.</SPEAKER>
<L>Impudent Traytor!</L>
<STAGE>A noi&s;e! Enter Chri&s;tians retreating.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>See &s;ee, the Cardinal has lo&s;t his Gout&mdash;</L>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. <HI>Card.</HI> runing.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Emperor, Thomazo, Theoph. Dorello,</HI> and Guards Fighting before the Turks. <HI>Emperor</HI> falls Dead.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Oh Heavens! the Emperor's Slain, pre&s;erve his Body.</L>
<STAGE><HI>They Fight. Enter <HI>Synan,</HI> who fighting falls. They are going to Kill him. <HI>Thomazo</HI> prevents it&mdash;</HI></STAGE>
<L>Accept your Life from Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI> Sir,</L>
<L>As part of recompence for all your favour Sir.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mo&s;t noble Prince, per&s;i&s;t not thus in vain</L>
<L>To &s;top the Current of our Victory,</L>
<L>Which will at la&s;t flow o're, and drown you all;</L>
<L>You, and tho&s;e you &s;hall chu&s;e, &s;hall on my honour,</L>
<L>Be &s;afe from either Death or Slavery.&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I've nothing now to fight for, but my &s;elf,</L>
<L>Since this brave Prince is Slain, therefore I yield</L>
<L>To be a Pri&s;oner to Noble <HI>Synan.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<PB N="85" REF="55">
<SPEAKER>Syna.</SPEAKER>
<L>Chri&s;tians, put up your Swords, this party &s;hall</L>
<L>Continue as a guard about your per&s;on,</L>
<L>But that they may be &s;afe, I will appoint</L>
<L>Some <HI>Janizaries</HI> that may joyne with them.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Favours all are large!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Syna.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lord Chancellor,</L>
<L>The Sultan does require your per&s;on &s;hou'd, &s;hou'd,</L>
<L>Be brought before him &s;traight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chanc.</SPEAKER>
<L>With ha&s;t I'le fly</L>
<L>To Ki&s;s the Foot of our great Emperour.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Irene</HI> and <HI>Udoxia.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>What various changes have our mi&s;eries?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>'Tis better &s;ure we had for ever &s;lept</L>
<L>Then onely wak't to a more grievous Death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>See yonder! how the Flames a&s;cend the Skies,</L>
<L>Seeming to melt the Heavens.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iren.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;ad &s;ight!</L>
<L>This is the Prince <HI>Thomazo</HI>'s Funeral Pile,</L>
<L>And I ungrateful, I don't leap into't,</L>
<L>But I'le not long &s;urvive thee, noble Prince,</L>
<L>For in a Flood of Teares I'le drown my &s;elf,</L>
<L>Thus from two warning Elements we'l meet</L>
<L>Above; yet keep an everla&s;ting Peace!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>I yet could Chide, methinks their gallantry</L>
<L>That cou'd expo&s;e both us and them to ruine,</L>
<L>In &s;uch a needle&s;s danger as they &s;ought.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>No 'twas their duty lead them to the fight,</L>
<L>And I do love <HI>Thomazo's</HI> flame too well,</L>
<L>To wi&s;h him &s;afe with lo&s;s of any honour,</L>
<L>Though to revive from Death, and meet him well,</L>
<L>Then &s;traight again to lo&s;e him, &s;eems &s;evere.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>&V;dox.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! what vi&s;ion's this!</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Thomazo Theop,</HI> &amp;c.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do I &s;ee thee alive, and vertuous both?</L>
<L>Can Heav'n bring joy after the&s;e fatal lo&s;&s;es!</L>
<L><HI>Irene,</HI> our Prince is &s;lain and Country lo&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did not the thoughts of that &s;u&s;pend my joy,</L>
<L>To &s;ee <HI>Thomazo</HI> and your &s;elf alive,</L>
<PB N="86" REF="56">
<L>I &s;carcely &s;hould be able to &s;upport it.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan.</HI></HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Great Sir! the Sultan has commanded me,</L>
<L>To greet you with this &s;tile&mdash;King of
<HI>Morea;</HI></L>
<L>For with that Kingdom he does now inve&s;t you,</L>
<L>Under the tribute of an Annual Hor&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your Princes's &s;oul's as large as is his Empire,</L>
<L>And I with grateful thanks receive the guift.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>That action which I fear'd would rai&s;e his anger</L>
<L>Increas'd but his e&s;teeme&mdash;He &s;aid, you could</L>
<L>Have found no better way to perfect glory</L>
<L>Then this la&s;t act of fighting for your Brother:</L>
<L>And it has &s;trengthen'd much his Friend&s;hip to you.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>How &s;hall I e're expre&s;s my gratitude</L>
<L>For all the&s;e Mighty Favours he be&s;towes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>The riches in the Town are found prodigious;</L>
<L>Though ba&s;ely they deny'd their Prince a&s;&s;i&s;tance;</L>
<L>For which 600000. Thou&s;and Souls and more</L>
<L>Forever mu&s;t into&mdash;Captivity&mdash;</L>
<L>As a ju&s;t reward for their Di&s;obedience!</L>
<L>Only he does permit you &s;hall &s;et free</L>
<L>Ten thou&s;and of &s;uch Per&s;ons you be&s;t like;</L>
<L>The Chancellor and &s;ome few other Traitors</L>
<L>He only does except: For they mu&s;t die</L>
<L>A ju&s;t example to all future times;</L>
<L>He further does intend a Noble pre&s;ent</L>
<L>For this fair Lady; whom he dares not &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is a Prince of &s;uch a mighty Soul;</L>
<L>Vertues in him contend for Victory,</L>
<L>And each of them in turn do gain a Triumph.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Execution's doing on the Traytors!</L>
<STAGE>A noi&s;e of groaning.</STAGE>
<L>Step but a broad and you may &s;ee the Train.</L>
<L>I'le go and cleer, and &s;tand&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theop.</SPEAKER>
<L>Fame certainly does &s;pread abro de</L>
<L>'Twas you the Sultan kill'd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Irene.</SPEAKER>
<L>That errour does ari&s;e becau&s;e we were</L>
<L>Ne're &s;een by any per&s;on but the Mutes;</L>
<PB N="87" REF="56">
<L>The Sultan, and two Ba&s;&s;a's, &s;ince we came,</L>
<L>And Fame does &s;till report I was his Mi&s;tre&s;s.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let fame be &s;till a Lyar, my <HI>Irene,</HI></L>
<L>And &s;ay, 'tis thou art Dead, &s;o I can thus</L>
<L>Admire thy living Beauties&mdash;but let's go</L>
<L>And &s;ee the Sultans ju&s;tice upon Traitors&mdash;</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
<DIV3 TYPE="scene">
<STAGE><HI>The Scene a great Number of Dead and Dying men in &s;everal manner of Death's. The <HI>Chancellor, Lorenzo,</HI> and
<HI>Michael</HI> Empal'd.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Within.</SPEAKER>
<L>Make way there! Make way.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Enter <HI>Synan</HI> and <HI>Mutes, Thomazo, Dorello,</HI> &amp; the re&s;t.</HI></STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Theoph.</SPEAKER>
<L>What a &s;ad &s;ight is this?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Dorel.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is a &s;evere exten&s;ion of his power.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>This <HI>Turki&s;h</HI> way of rule threatens the world,</L>
<L>As if their Cre&s;cent would at la&s;t be full,</L>
<L>And rule it all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Synan.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is the way to govern:</L>
<L>Severity, not Mercy, &s;trengthens power.</L>
<L>See there your Chancellor and his two Scribes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Thom.</SPEAKER>
<L>I pitty them, though they de&s;erv'd far wor&s;e,</L>
<L>For ruining their Country, who&s;e &s;ad Fate,</L>
<L>We during life &s;hall Mourn, yet in our Tales</L>
<L>We mu&s;t your Vertue, and the Sultans prai&s;e,</L>
<L>And Monuments of Thanks for ever rai&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt omnes.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV3>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
</EEBO>
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