MESITHES

What seasoned knowledge, learning's prudent Queen Hath blessed thee with, must now initiate thee In the paths of war, all studied Arts Are but degrees unto some wished end And steps of hope whereby we do ascend Unto the top; and level of our thoughts. But Kings then prove most happy when they are Watchful in peace, and provident in war. Those are their utmost ends, which that they may Overtake, Art, and the sword, make fairest way. The Muses no rc'd thee up, and thou didst draw The pleasant juice of learning from their breasts, In thy first nonage; here then we bestow The second help, to which good Princes owe Much of their welfare; swords are the first ground Of peace, and war; they both defend and wound. Thus are we vowed to thee, let thy dread fame Thunder amazement through the spacious world, That when thou lifts thine arm, thy foes may say Not Jove, but great Corcutus rules the day. Know you not Isaac? Sir, farewell, But he is cruel, bloody, and his pride Unsufferable great— Return with ruin painted in thy brow, Pale death triumphant in thy horrid crest, Danger limmed out upon thy threatening sword, The Turkish thraldom portrayed on thy shield, We'll meet thee in thy horror, and unfold Our arms as wide as heaven to take thee in. Great Baiaz to the cause why they deny This joust proposal, riseth from and use And customary licence long observed; To wit, when their crowned Emperor is dead, The interposed vacation is a time Of lawless freedom: then they dare to spoil The Jewish Merchants of their traffic wares, And prey upon all strangers: so that should Your Honour be conferred upon your son While you your self yet breath, then should they lose The long expected gains; therefore refuse What you proposed. And this. The Emperor begins to smell de eit. I know by his ill looks and sparkling eye That he affects us not. Would! we are sweetly plunged, if cold despair Benumme his youthful courage, and he faint, I'st even so? Who? Selymus? Brave boy y'faith. The bold Tartarians flew Like fearful Hearts Before the hu ters rage. And unexpected to—now Isaacke! what Sadly repenting for thy last misdeeds. Plots and conspiracies against thy Prince? Faith we must hang together— Grant the report be true: what's that to us? It's so. My Liege he is. From a Prince. From thine enemy. From the Emperor. That by my hand you yield him up his crown! Speak out thy mind in brief. The flight of Zemes Hence to Armenia. Yes e walked About the City disguised, and unseen Till his escape. We meet him frequent in the vulgar more that. Weel led on before. Young Prince I do commit this health to you. Isa ck, and I will take the nearest. They that bring news first, are still most welcome. Let us hast, now Selymus we come to gratulate How? Villain he is, and thy bade turn is next: What devil did incite thee, to incite Isaac against friends? Injurious slave. That struck me full.—Have at thee: Hold thou art victor. I have met the price Of treason death, and as I hoped to raise By blood, I fallen, so have I missed my scope; Worser lusion is the end of lawless hope. Proud Bajazet, Thou hast usurped a title, thy defcent Could never reach unto, thou wrongest the world Since thou detainest the Crown, which heavens decree Endue to a better brow, thou art defamed With Tyranny and wrong, but Selymus Is void of blemishes as truth of lies; Bade stocks must be cut down, the good must rise. This courtesy exceeds my weak deserts Sweet Prince but when occasion calls me forth, To help you, I'm devoted to your worth. For which dire fact, Should it slip up unpunished, the name, The fearful name of would pro e The subject of each libel, and the scoff Of petty Princes. Mischief on mischief, all our Hope's are dead, Slain in the hapless fallen of Selymus. Is it a match?