LALA-SCHAHIN

Nature, and all those universed powers, Which showed such Admirable Godlike skill, Inframing this true model of our selves, This Man, this thing called man, why do you thus, Make him a spectacle of such laughter for you, When in each man we see a Monarchy? For, as in states, all Fortune's still attend: So with a Kingdom, with a complete state Well governed, and well managed in himself, Both each man bears, when that best partly of man, (Reason) does swayand rule each Passion. Affections are good Servants: but if will Make them once Master, theyle prove Tyrants still. No more King now: poor Subject AMURATH, Whom I have seen break through a Troop of Men, Like lightning from a Cloud: and done those Act , Which 'ene the Furies would have trembled a : Treading down Armies, as if by them he meant Of worser and men's backs to built up stairs to Heaven: A worser now lies lurking in a woman's arms in the Le he of Ignoble lust, its me for the wanton Enginere oh ke pe his so lose thoughts in smoothing tune woman: golden hook To thoughts: and when we once are caught oh I to the public view of shame: A worser we lie b worser in incestuous pleasure odd to laugh and scorn at once. to S ses! could either wish Like though e Creatures, which we say A fr m Put id and corrupted matter; we should acknowledge our deer being grass and flowers: for what else is our tate? V to the top but then the weight sh ll fallen Upon to eir head that caused it. Work (my brain) Tush, blood, not what r must wash off this stain. My Lord, these are but fables: yet to make The show more p rtinent, and to grace your Queen, Counterfeit ceipt took leave to put the frown on Ju oh. But then let me inform your Majesty, That it's a warrior show, which once you loved, But now are free from. Great Prince, such kindness of acc ptance pays: For things which are but for a Kings delight, In eeing them, he amply does requite. Why ( Euren ses ) why should we endur A new Queen now? this Kingdom wants not heirs? We know (should we have more) 'twere dangerous, But hark! The Queen's for Bed, enticing sleep soft Music With charms of Music: well, even such a Night May yet prove dismal ere the following Light! Yea, and will yet once more Adventure a new stratagem, just when the King Has rid his Chamber, and with covetous hast Thinks for to clip Elizium, and drink deep Of his long wished delight, I having skill And uncontrolled acce see, will in disgu see Seem his deceased Father's apparition: And by all ties of children to their Parents, Bid him forsake that vile bewitching woman. Oh Amurath, why does intemperate Lust Raging within thy furious youthful veins, Burst through thy father's Tomb? Disturb his soul? Know, all the torments that the fabulous age Dreamt, did afflict deceased impious Ghosts, Hartbiting-hunger, and soul-searching thirst, The never consumed, yet ever eaten prey That the devouring Vulture feeds upon, Are not such tortures as our offsprings crimes! They, they fit heavy on us, and no date Makes our compassionate affection cease. Oh thou hereditary Ulcer, hark By the name of Father, and by all those cares, Which brought me to my grave, to make thee great Thou that hast nothing of me but my crown: My enterprise surpassed the boundless Sea, Cutting the churlish Waves of Hellespont, When the flood stood which wind for to obey! Euxinum groaned beneath my burdenous Ships; I was the first of all the Turkish Kings That Europe knew, and the found Christians plagu What coward blood ran flowing in my veins, When thou Wertenberg first begotten: who marrest all Thy Father's acts, by thy untamed desires, Wherefore with Stygian curses I will lade thee First, may she prove a Strumpet to thy Bed Be her lips poison, and let her lose embrace, Be venomous as Sco pions! If he conceived, A Generation from thee, let it be As ominous as thou hast been to me! Rebellious to thy Precepts, printing care , Upon thy aged brows, Oh may they prove, As Fairies for to lash thee in thy rest! But Amurath, if thou canst quench this flame, If thou wilt cut this Gordian thread, and rend hence, That putrid Wen which cleaves unto thy flesh, Be all thine actions prosperous! Mahomet, Sha l be auspicious unto each design; Fortune to show thee favour shall be proud, Farewell! if that men do speak last, before They die, take root, then dead men's should take more. Exit Scahin. Still are they confident upon a power, They know not what, who (as they think) can snatch Their precise souls from out the jaws of death. May't please your Majesty to Like mine advice It's good to have alliance with such friends; Kings that combine themselves are Like to shafts, The ancient Sage proposed unto his son! Which while together they were close compact: Arms, knees, and his wh le strength could never break; Take one by one, they with a touch were tract, So Kings may be overcome that stand alone; But two such Princes, knit thus hand in hand, Should Nations totter, they would firmly stand. Not so fair Queen, but durst now ntreat The Kings detaining from that sweets of Bed There yet remains one thought upon conceit, Which you would doubly grace me to behold. Observed you not the Kings looks? Grew that not pale? I'll tell thee ( Eurenoses ) thou art a Soldier: And I am both a Soldier, and a Scholar, And for these two Professions, am both most glorious: And most meritorious, Pall S is for both: Oh what Tysiphon, what snaked scourge Can make a Scholar, that should never sleep, But betwixt that Pillows of Pernassus Hills, And dip his lips in springs of Helicon, Make him by snoring on a wanton breast, And suck the adulterate and spiced breath Of a lewd feigned woman? Bassa! we thank thy valour and discretion In finding fit occasion to invade The mutinons Christians! these Captives here Shall be good presents to our worthy Master. Yes; and to his Highness shall perform A service which I long have thought upon, And which his Turks Majesty requires; They'll fit to be a near attendant guard, On all occasions to the Emperor; Therefore they shall be called By me first instituted, for our Princes safeties sake. Your Highness up so soon? Yes, against the Christians: For, unto them it bends sinister looks, And frowns upon their army more then ours. Here (mighty Prin ) take view of Victory, And see the field too narrow for thy spoils! Erynnus hides her head as if afraid, To see a slaughter. She durst never hope for, Earth hath the Carcases, and denies them Graves, And lets them be and rot, and fat her womb, Scorning to be unto slaves a Tomb. Rascal darest deride us? The Taper of your Father's life is spent We must have light still and adore a Sun That next is rising, therefore mighty Prince, Upon your shoulders must the load Of Empire rest. Then King, to add fresh oil unto thy hate, And make it raise it self a greater flame, See here these Christians heads; thus still shall fallen Before thy fatal hand, these impio S slaves; So long as number's wanting to the sand, So long as day shall come with Sun, and night Be spangled with the twilight dawning stars, While floods shall fallen into the Ocean Shall Christians tremble at Turks thundering strokes. And for great Emperor, your person wants, A thing which much overclouds your light of state, Attendant Janizary to a Prince: These may be so trained up, as to supply The duty fit for such a Majesty: My Lord, we know their breathes in him that ay Of true affection, that he does much desire You should be equal in his Kingdom with him: But still when two great evils are proposed: The less is to be chosen. My Lord! within the selfsame Hemisphere It's most prodigious when two Suns appear! One body by one soul must be informed. Kingdoms Like (marriage beds) must not endure Any corrival! was never secure While she contain'da Pompey, and a Caesar. Like as one Prophet we acknowledge now So of one King in state we must allow. You know the Turkish Laws, Prince be not nice To purchase Kingdoms, whatsoever the price. He must be lopped, send for him he must die. Brave resolution, Oh the found thoughts of man, Awake Enuo! I'll find stratagems: There shall be Physic, to purge this disease, Light sores are gently used, but such a partly, Must be cut off, least it infect the heart. Truly (my Lord) I came of mortal Parents And much confess me subject to desires; Freely enjoy your Love! That were she mine, I surely would do no less. Your Grace seems much distempered: Beds of sweat Bedew your brows with never wonted paleness. Amurath, Amurath? My Lord to whatsoever you shall propose, My sentence shall be free. My Lord, such things as these we mu to , And wonder at, and yet not search the reason, Perchance unwholesome fogs exhailed Sun Are set a blazing by his too near heat: But it's not lawful that a mortal eye: Should dare to penetrate Heavens secrecy.