AMURATH

Shine here (my ) and expel the night More than a thousand stars that grace the Heavens: Me thinks, I see the Gods inventing shapes In which they mean to court thee. Jove he frowns And is far more jealous, more suspicious Of thee, then all the painted Truls, whose eyes Bedeck the all ennameld Firmament. Tell him we're wholly ent for expectation. Exit erv. Fit, fit (my Queen) Musi ke exceed your Spheres, Thy ke I am I we, and Godlike please our ears. Scahin, the Macedo S beholding to the , And history shall pay you thanks for this Which we rest Debtors for. Eumorphe, Love, Queen, Wife, let's haste to Bed! And may we wish this night eternal time, Scahin, good night: good night (kind Gentlemen!) Thus when we are dead shall we revive oath stage: One hour can present a Kings whole age. Which of you then dare challenge to himself, Such a pathetic a Prerogative, So stoically evered from affection, That had he sum h a Creature as lies here, One, at whom Nature her self stood amazed: One, whom that see lofty exta ies of Poets, Should they decay, here't must not barely dump Their dull inventions with similitudes, Taken from Sun, Moon, V olets Roses, And, when their raptures at a perjod stand; A silent admiration must supply Only name her, and she is all described. Hyperbole of women, Colour it self Is not more pure, and incontaminate! Sleep dotes on her: and grasps her eyelids close The sky it self hath only so much blue As the azure in her vei es, bends by reflex. Here's breath that would those vapours purify, Which from Avernus chokes the flying Birds! Here's heat would tempt the numbed Atkenian, Though all his blood with age were congealed ice! Now, which of you all is so temperate; That, did he find this Jewel in his Bed (Unless and Eunuch) could refrain to grapple, And dally with her? Come! Speak freely all. Bassa we thank thy strength: Schahin your counsel, And to that end, let them have safe protection. But we must treat now of a marriage (Lords) The Germane Og y, he who Scept r sways The confines in strong Asia, By Embassy intreats that he may join His Daughter H tam to our ! Ambassador here to our Council speak, Your Master's Message. Yes Schahin we'll approve what thou sayest; Then from us carry the great Asians Monarch, This his kindest greeting: Tell him the gates of Prusa shall stand open, And the glad air shall Echo notes of joy, To ent rtaine her who shall bless our Land, With hopeful issue; gre die thoughts expect Her soon arrival; and so (Emba sador) Inform thy Priucesse, when she shall appear, A lasting Star shall shi e within our Sphere! You Gods of Marriage: sacred Protectoresse Of lawful propagations, and blessed Love Be most propitious to these grafted stems! Drop dewing showers of gen ration on them! Think (Son) this day too prodigal of blessing As, that had uno tasked thee (Like Alcides ) To grapple with St mphallides, or cleanse Angela's stables: or Like the Trojan Boy, Fit Like a Shephe rd on Dardadias Hills, Such a reward as this fair Queen repairs, Oh thou hoped future offspring spare thy Parent! Hurt not this tender womb, these Ivory world's, When you are born; Oh be within your limbs, The Grandsire Amurath, and father's strength! Line their faces (Nature) ith their Mother's die! And let the Destinies mark the ensuring night In their Eternal Books, with notes most white. Describe (good Captain) how the dogs were wearied. (Gone Executioner of our most just wrath!) Nor shall this present b unrecompensed; For thy true service, on thee e bestow All the rich gifts, which all these Asian Lords B ought to adore these happy Nuptials, On you fair Bride great Princess and our Daughter Do we bestow the e Virgins (daughters to Kings) For your attend nce. What? still sti e necked? Is this the true e you b g? prinkled before thy face those Reb ll Brats, Shall have their brains, and their dissected limb es, Hurled for a prey to Kites; for (Lords) it's fit No spark of such a Mountain threatening fire, Be left as unextinct, least it devour, And prove more hight unto the Empery, Then the blaze did trouble Iov ! First sacrifice those Brats — True, and when sprouts do rob that tree of sap, They must be pruned, Yes to have them collect a manly strength, And their first lesson that their Dad hall teach them Shall be to read my misery. Rise (my deer child) as Marble against rain, So I at these obedient showers, melt! Thus I do raise thy husba worser: thus thy Babes: Freely admitting you to former state. But Alad , wake not our w ath again e! "Patience grows fury that is ofter stirred; When Conquerors wax calm, and cease to ate, The conquered should not dare to reite ate. Be thou our son and friend. Then for to seal u oh our love, Your self shall lead a with g in ervia, In our immediate Uva res, we are to meet The Christians in Cassanoe's Plains with speed: Great Amurath never had time to breath himself: So much, as to have warring with new foes; No day securely to is Sceptre shone, But one Wars end, still brought another on. Who set the world on fire? How now (you Heavens) Grow you so proud that you must needs put on curled locks And cloth your selves in Peri igs of fire? Mahomet (say not but I invoke thee now!) Command the puny-Christians demigod Put out those flashing sparks, those Ignes , Or isle unseat him, or with my Looks so shake The taggring props of his weak seated Throne, That he shall find he shall have more e to do To quell one Amurath, then the whole Giant brood Of those same sons of Earth then ten Lycaons! Do the poor snakes so love their misery That they would see it by these threatening lights? Dar you blaze still? I'll toss up Buckets full Of Christians blood to quench you: by those hairs Drag you beneath the Centre: there put out All your presaging flames in ! Can you outbrave me with your piddling Lights? Yawn earth with Casements as wide as hell it self Burn Heaven as ardent as the Lemnian flames! Wake (pale Tysiphon ) spend all thy snakes! Be Eacus, and Minos as severe As if the Gaol delivery of us all Were the next Sessions! I'll pull Radamant By his flaming furs from out his Iron Chair. Now who the Devil sent my Grandsires hither? Had Pluto no task else to set them too? He should have bound them to Ixion's wheel, Or bid them roll the stone of Sysiphus: Beshrew me, but their singing did not please me! Have they not been so drunk with Lethe yet As to forget me? Then can portend no ill For, should the fates be twining my last thread; Yet none durst come from Hell to tell me so! Shall I be scared with a Nightwalking Ghost; Or what my working fancy shall present? Why, I can look more to rrible, then Night, And command darkness in the unwilling day: Make Hecate start: and draw back her head, To wrap it in a swarthy veil of Clouds. Drop sheets of Sulphur, you prodigious skies! Cyclops, run all thy Bullets into A , Then vomit them at once! should Christians Couch to the bottomless abyss of , Or hide themselves under Averna's shade, This mine arm should fetch them out! Day must perform What I intend, wrath reins a bloody storm: And now begins rise the Sun, which yet not knows The misery it shall see on Amurath's Foes, Lords, Leaders, Captains: He small rest takes, That dreams on nought but bloody broils and death. Why; see you not? The heavens are turned Court Ladies, And put on other Hair beside their own: Canst guess (learned Schahin ) what these flames portend? Does it not bode a Conquest? Where are b come those ominous Comets now? What? ar those pissing Candles quit extinct? Leave their disastrous snuffs no stench behind them? It's something yet, that their God sees their slaughter. ending sulphurous Meteors to behold The blessed destruction of these Parasites I knew the Elements would first untie The Nerves of the Universe, then l to me die! Poor slave, wouldst live? I that could scam ce ere sleep, can I ere die? And will none ear my life when I am dead Tortures and torments for the murderer! Villain, thy laugh wounds worse then did thy Dagger! Are you Lethargic (Lords) in cruelty? Hell, o! I cannot brook your smallest touch, Fear your death's (Gods) for I have lost my life, And what I most (complain) my tyranny! Oh now have I and Fortune tried it out. With all her best of favours was I crowned And suffered her worst threats, when ̄ most she frowned. Stay (Soulel) a King, a Turk, commands thee stay! Sure am but and actor, and must strive To personate the Tragic ends of Kings. And so ( oh win applause unto the Scene) With feigned passion thus must grasp at death! Oh but I see pale Nemesis at hand: Art thou dull fate, and dost not overspread Gimmerion wings of death throughout the world; What? Not one Earthquake? One blazing Comet Accompany my soul his Funeral? S not this hour the general perjod To never returning time? Last breath command A new Dewcalions deluge, that with me The world may swim to his Eternal Grave, Crack hinge that holds this globe, and welcome death, Wilt thou not stay Soul? Friend not stay with Kings? Sink that n, and sink beneath the Thracian Mou . Sink beneath Athos, be the B sh Waves Of Acheron thy Tomb, isle want a Grave; So all parts fear, which first my Corpse shall have ; For in my Grave, isle be the Christians foe. Here Like a Massy Pyramid's isle fallen, I'll strive to sink all the whole fabric with me, Quake Pluto, for it's I that come A Turk, a Tyrant, and a Conqueror, And with this groan, Like thunder will I cleave, The timorous earth, while thus my last I breath. Can this rich price of nature, precious jem Give entertainment to suspecting guests? Come, come, these arms are curious chains of love, With which thou linkest my heart aeternally, Thy cheeks the royal Paper interlined, With Nature's Rhetoric, and love persuasion, Stands there attracting still my gazing eye: This then le read, and here I now will feign, That these all Antique fables of the Gods, Are writ in flowing numbers; first thy lip, Was fair Euro aes which they say made Jove, Turn a wild Heifer: next, this sparkling eye Was the Aemonian Io's; then, this hand Laedaes, fair Mother to those Stare made Twins, Thus, thus, I'll Comment on this golden Book: Nature nor Art, have taught how to feign: Fairest, 'twas you first brought me to this vain: In loving Combats now I valiant prove, Let others war, great murath shall love. Art thou a W man? God sse, we ador And Idolise; what we but loved before; What Devils have men , whose furious brain Have oft abused that Deity called Woman: Dipping their Ravens quill in Stygian Ink, To blast such heavenly pap r as your faces. Were all the enticing lustest, damned polici S, Prodigious fas inations, u searched thoughts, Dissembled tears, brok vows, loathed app tites, Luxurious and desires. Were all these of Women qually weighed, That virtue in thy breast, it'll outbalance all And r compence that Vine of all thy Sex. cahin, thine Art is excellent; but say, Do Gods fallen out for love amongst themselves? Our worthy Tutor shall obtain a Night, A night ofus, in any case we can! It's best of all, with greediness we'll see it, Oh how the soul does gratulate it self When saf lie it beholds the dangerous state Of others, and it self securely free! Glad are we still to stand upon the shore, And see a far off ot ers tossed in the Sea, Or in a Gallery at a Fencers stage, We laugh when mutually each one takes wound ; Fit still ( ) Sc hin, thy show in hast; It's best delight, to think on troubles passed. Turk, Amurath, slave nay something baser King! For all aery titles which the Gods Have blasted man withal to make them swell With puffed up honour, and ambitious wind, This name of King holds greatest antipathy With manly government for if we weigh It's Subject's, and not Kings bear all the sway. Each whispered mur mur from their idle breath, Condemns a King to Infamy, to death; Were there a Metempsucocosis of souls, And nature should a free Election grant What things they afterwards would reinform The vain and haughti st minds the Sun ere saw, Would choose it's Cottage in some Shepherds flesh, Nay, be confined within some Dog or Cat, Than Antique Like prank in a Kings gay-clothes Were I no King, and had no Majesty, I had more than all Kings, blessed liberty; And without rumor might enjoy my choice, Not f aring Censure of each popular vo ce; Poor men may love, and none their wills correct: But all turn Satires of a Kings affect! Oh my base greatness! What disastrous star, Professed it self a Midwife at my birth, To shape me into such prodigious States, But hence regard of tongues! Were we a Saint, Some envious tongue would dare our names to taint: And he from slander is at securest rest, Not that hath none, but that regards it least. Open you envious Curtains here's a sighed, Draws the Curtain. That might commend the act of Love so Chaste; Were now the chariot-guider of the Sun Weary on's task, and would entreat a day Of Heaven to rest in, here's a radiant Look, That might be fixed ith' amid oth' Axletree; And in despite of dark conspiring Clouds, She would outshine Sun, Moon, and all the Stars, Oh, I could court thee now (my sweet) a fresh, Mixing a kiss e with every perjod: Telling the Lilies how they are but won, Earth in the vernant spring is dull, and dark, Compared with this aspect! the Aeasterne air, Famed with the wings of Mercury and oue, Infectious, but compared with this perfume! Hence then th'ambition of that furious All x. youth, Who knew not what a crime his rashness was! I might overcome more Kingdoms; have more dominion Enthrone my self and Emperor! oth' world, I might! I might! Amurath thou mightest! The Christians now will scoff at Mahomet; Perchance they sent this wretch thus to inchant me! Oh my perplexed thoughts! tush I'll to bed Should the commanding Thunder of the Gods Prohibit me, or strike me in the act! Talk on (vain rumor) fame I dare thy worst! Call me a Lusty, Lazy, wanton, Coward! Should I win all the world, my breath once fled, My bade would still survive, all good be dead. Eum rphe, sweet, I come! you sacred powers, Who have bestowed some happiness on man, To help to pass away this sinful ife, Grant me a youthful vigor yet a while, Full veins, free strength, complete and manly fence To know, and taste a beauty most immense! Devil, Devil? What? Darest thou appear before and Angel (Fiend?) What art thou vanished? Know (thou careful spright) Thou shalt no sooner pierce the wandering Clouds With unperceived flight, than my resolve Shall expiate my former Vanity! Look on thy son thou (aery intellect) And see him sacrifice to thy command! Now Titan turn thy breathing curses back! Start hence bright day, a sable Cloud invade This Universal Globe, break every prop, And every h ndge that does sustain the Heavens: For straight must die a woman, I have nam A crime, that may accuse all Nature guilty. The Sex wisely considered, deserves a death; For think this ( Amurath ) this woman may, Prostrate he delicate and Ivory limbs, To some base Page, or Scul, or shrunk up Dwarf: Or let some Groom lie feeding on her lips, She may devise some mishapen trick, To satiate her goatish Amurath, And from her bent knees at Meditation, Be taken by some slave toth' deep of Hell! Th'art a brave Creature, were thou not a woman: ! Come! thou shalt see my well-kept vow, And know my hate, which saw me dote but now: Schahin! ! Captains ho! What say Euren ses? Your sentence Chase Beg? Well spoke three Milksops, S hahin! Your Sword! Now, now be valour in this manly arm Scahin gives him Sword. To cut off troops of thoughts that would invade me! Think you my mind is waxy to be wrought, By any fashion, Orch nes thy strength, Here do I wish as did that Emperor, That all the heads of that enticing Sex, Were upon hers, thus then should one full stroke Mow them all off. Here Amurath cuts off Eum morphes head, shows it to the Nobles. There, kiss now (Captains) do! and clap her cheek; This is the face that did so captive me: These were the looks that so bewitched mine eyes Here be the lips, that I but for to touch, Gave over Fortune, Victory, Fame, and all; These were two lying mirrors where I looked And thought I saw a world of happine e. Now Tutor, shall our swords be exercised, In ripping up the breasts of Christians. Say Generals! Whither is first? Why they do well! we Like of their desire To make the flame in which themselves must fry! Ruin, destruction, famine, and the sword, Shall all invade them, Sun stay thou thy flight, And see the snakes in their own River drenched, Whil to with their blood our furious thirst is que cht! Now (Lords) who'le dance A Turkish measure? Ladies our nerves are shrunk; And you now fix the sign of age on me, You who have blood still flowing in your veins, Be nimble as and Heart: Caper to the phaeres! Oh you are light, that wrnt the weight of years! And health to our Bride and her father! Oh (Nobles) would this wine were Christians blood, But that it would Frenetic humours breed, And so infect our b aines with Superstition! So, so! ome on, ere ' Phosphorus appear Let's too't, and so prevent that sluggard Solemnizing! If we want light, we'll from our Winnards Strike fire enough to scorch the Universe Mine armour there! Some g for his arm ur. Now (Mahomet) I implore Thy promised aid for this auspicious day! To e me aloft, and make me ride on Clouds! If my horse fail me, those fire breathing jades, (Which the boy Phaethon k ewe not how to guide) Will I pluck out from out the flaming term, And hurl my self against those condense Spheres, On which isle fit, and stay their turning Orbs; The whole vertigious Circle shall stand still, But to behold me: Mine armour ! So help on here, now Like Alcides do I girded my self, They bri g his Armour. With well knit sinews, able to stagger Earth, And threaten Nature with a second Chaos: If one impetuous broil remain to come In future ages, set on foot this hour! How well this weight of steel befits my strength? Me thinks the Gods stand quivering, and do fear (When I am armed) another Ph egrae is near! Chiron shall see his Pindus at my feet! And, isle climb to Heaven, and pull it down, And kick the weighty b rden of the world, From off the Babies shoulders that supports it! For I am safer Buckled against my foe. Then st die Jason who by the enchanted charms Medea gave, encountered Unicorns, Quelled Lyons, struggeld with fiery belching Bulls: Obtained a glorious prize, a Fleece, a Fleece Dipped deep in tincture of the Christians blood. Shall be my spoil, nay should they hide their heads In their Gods bosom, here's a sword shall reach the ̄ Come they shall know no place is free from wrath, When boiling blood is stirred in Amurath. My spirit makes me not to f ele thy weapon! Hold you (cracked Organs) of my shottered life, I am not touched yet! can not mock my death, And Thy ke it's but a dream to lls me I am hurt? Darest thou then leave me (blood?) Canst be so bold As to forsake these veins to flow on Earth? And must, I Like unhappy Roma , die By a slaves hand? B E dumb those now harsh notes, our Shall never be acquainted with such , Peace (our grand) Captai , see h , That would have once confronted him self, (Acknowledged for a better Deity) Puts off ambitious burdens, and does would e Through bloody Rivers to make passages, Whereby his Soul might float to A heron, Wrin kle your brows no more (stern fates) for we Scorn to be made the servi e Ministers To cut those threads, at which your selves have trembled ming us the fiercer Destiny. Yet m st great Amurath thank those sacred powers, They have enriched our souls with such a price, As would those Heroes whose revengeful Arms, S v'd Mars a ten years Prenticeship at Troy, re worser eam'd succeeding times should b possessed, With such and unparalleled unprized beauty as my Saint: They would not have prevented so their bliss, But been most humble Suitors to the Gods, To have protra ted their then found spent life, But to behold this object. Which outshines Their . as much as does the eye Oh all the World, dazzle the lesser fires. oue I'll outbrave thee! melt thy self in Lust Embrace at once a l star-made Concubines, I'll not envy thee, know I have to spare Beauty enough, to make another Venus; And for found Gods, that have no reward in store To make me happier, here I'll place my Heaven. And for thy sake, this shall my Motto be, I conquered Greece, one Grecian conquered me. On then for Thraciam, for he surely shall That conquers first himself, soon conquer all. Rise (Soul!) enjoy the prize of thy brave worth! Scahin! the Present that thou so professed, Should from the City of Orestias, Make proud our eyes! then tell me. hast thou slain A thousand superstitious Christian souls; Make them stoop to us; Oh, I would both my hands In their warm blood to make them supple. ( Schahin; ) That they may wield more Spears! our hands are dull, Our fury's patient! now will I be a Turk, And to our Prophets altars do I vow, That to his yoke I will all necks subdue, Or in their throats my bloody sword embrue. Our hate must not partly thus, I'll tell thee (Prince) That thou hast kindled violent Aetna in our breast, And such a flame is quenched with nought but blood: His blood whose hasty and rebellious blast, Gave life unto the fire; should Heaven threat us; Knows we dare not menace it; are we not Amurat ? (Whose awful name is even trembled at) So often dared by Pigmy Christians; Which we will crush to air; what haughty thought Buzzed thy presumptuous ears with such vain blasts, To puff thee into such impetuous acts? Or what, durst prompt thee with a thought so frail, As made thee covetous of so brave a death? As this known hand should cause it? know that throat Shall feel it strangled with some slave brought up To no ght but and Hangman: thy last breath, Torn from thee by a hand that's worse than death Soam I Amurath the great King of Turks, Oh how it glads me thus to pash they brains, To rend their locks, to tear these Infidels! Who thundered when these heads were smitten off? Stars I could reach you with my lofty hand, It's well enough, enough, (great Amurath ) For now I fit in Orchanes great throne, And sacrifice endue rites to Mahomet; Yet why enough? I'll on and dung the Earth, With Christians rotted trunks, that from ̄ that soil, May spring more Cadmean Monsters to overcome the ̄ . Captains, what Countries next shall we make flow, With Channels of their blood? Schahi , Our Tutor, we command this nigh Be solemnized with all delightful sports, Thy learned invention best can think upon. Prepare a Mask, which lively represents, How once the Gods did love: that shall not teach Us by examples, but we'll smile to think: How poor and weak their idle feigning was To our affection. Scahin, be free in wit And sudden: now come my Kingdoms Pride Hymen would wed himself to such a Bride. No sir, we must root out malicious seed: Nothing sprouts faster, then and envious weed! We see a little Bullock, amongst and herd (Whose hor es are yet scarce crept from out his front) Grows on a sudden tall, and in the Fields, Frolicks so much, he makes his Father yield. A little twig left budding on and lme (Ungratefully) bars his mother ight from Heaven! I love not Aladins. I fear, for after Daughters perjury All Laws of Nature's shall di tasteful be; Nor will I trust thy children or thy self. Would, would, by Mahomet and we are weary now: Some Mercy shall lay Victory asleep. It will a Lawreat prove to this great strife, amongst all these murdered to give one his life, So we'll descend. How Like our Captains the last Victory? (If any can prophesy of future things) Me thought I did dream of this blessed hap, How Fortune did involve them in their ruin, And slight from danger, brought them into danger, Each one astonished with a sudden fear, Knew not the danger that was then most near. No (Daughter) no! we hope thou art the spring, From whence shall flow to all the world a King Captains and Lords to morrow we must meet, To think of our rebelliious son in Law) Be this time all for comfort and delight, Short wedding days make it seem long to night. My Lords and friends, we shall be ever thankful And rest a Debtor to your courtesy. Stay you most worthy fhades brave Hector stay And proud Achilles, know your massi Tombs, Which have so long orewhelm'd your valiant bones Yawns wide to let the imprisoned coarses forth. I must afresh imbalm your sacred Trunks, And swe to your memory with most happy oil, Of just report, the Gods awaked me Fame From out the oblivious Sepulch r of sleep, To drop that Ink into old Homer pen, Wherewith he curiously hath lined your names, Enfolding them in Everlasting Cedar, And made them live to all posterity. Virtue to valour hath his gift assigned Great men may die, yet deeds still rest in mind.