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He is my Lord. My Lord this Crown ent eats you leave off these Ground-creeping meditations, and to think Of Majesty, wherefore we invest your brow With this rich robe of glory, and do vow To it our endue allegiance: thus you shall Mount up aloft above your Father's fallen. Live then, and reign most mighty Emperor, While that our care and watchful prou dence, Shall fence thy safety, and keep Sentinel Over thy sacred person, were black treasons, Hatched in the Centre of the darkest earth, The massy element should be prospective For all our piercing eyes; should Pluto send His black Apparator to summon thee To appear before him, by that Mahomet We would confront him boldly, and excuse Thy absence unto Pluto, by our presence; Death we'll disarm thee, if thou dar'starrest Thy fury on our Solyman, or we'll bale his person With our imprisonment. By our death thou shalt live; our City walls May with warlike ruin be battered, But our allegiance, that European Bull, Shall never push from us, with his golden horns; Nor shall his guilded showers quench our loves: No golden Engineer shall undermine The Castles of our faith, nor blow them up With blasts of hoped preferment, were thy walls But paper, were they made of brittle glass, Our faiths should make them marble, and as firm As Admant: not walls, but subjects love, Do to a Prince the strongest Castle prove. Behold great Prince allegiance mixed with love Locked in our breasts: thou art the living key To shut, and to unlock them at thy pleasure: No golden picklock shall ever S rue it self Into these faithful locks, whose only springs Can be no other then our own heart strings, Our greedy swords which erst imbrued in blood, Did seem to blush at their own Master's acts, And upbraid us with our bloody facts Though peace hath now cond mn'd to pleasing rust, Yet at thy beck we'll sheath them in the breast Of daring Christians, thus in war we'll fight For thee, whilst thou dost strive for victory: Here to describe such Princely virtues, which Should more adorn thy Crown then Orient pearls, Were but to show a glass, and to commend Thy self unto thy self. Be gracious, Magnificent, courageous, or mild, Or more compendiously, be more thy self, Reign then, and Mahomet grant that thou mayest pass Nestor in years, as much as now thou dost In wisdom and in valour; Herald proclaim To the world his title, and let swift-winged Fame Second thy trumpet. Lead us along the misty banks of hell Through Seas of danger, and the house of death, We are resolved to follow, and by one To second each step of Achomates. Help Bajazet, the vauntgard's almost slain, The Tartars lay in ambush. The ight overblown, and five a clock, I wonder at their absence; what are these Our Generals murdered, our deer Selymus, With his three Bassa's, and Achoma es, Whose bloody hand is guilty of this fact? A trembling shakes me, 'twas some power That frowned at our proceedings. Bajazet is new bor e to his Sovereignty. Let's take their bodies, bear them hence in pomp Unto their greatness, and advise the foe Of their slain General stern A homates, Found peaceful rumours; we must resubmit To Bajazet, so heaven hath thought it fit.
Plot summary
Plot — The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second
Bajazeth’s youngest son Corcutus has _ himself crowned Emperor, but quickly repents and resigns the crown to his father. Understanding Bajazeth to have promised him the succession, he retires to academic life. Bajazeth’s younger brother Zemes also covets the crown and plots with the King of Armenia to seize it. The Armenian army is mobilized, but routed by the Turks under Achmetes. In battle, Achmetes encounters Zemes and fights him; Zemes pretends to have been killed, then flees to Rome, where he takes refuge with Pope Alexander. Achmetes divorces his wife for adultery and so offends her father, the Pasha Isaac. Isaac tells Bajazeth that Achmetes negligently allowed Zemes to escape and then boasted of killing him. At a banquet, Bajazeth gives Achmetes a robe, which turns out to be black. In Turkish practice, giving a black robe signifies that the recipient is condemned to death without recourse to law, but Achmetes is rescued by the janissaries, who threaten Bajazeth and force him to rescind the sentence. Bajazeth fetches home the Turkish army to counter Achmetes’ control of the janissaries, and buys time by proposing a war with Rome for harbouring Zemes. In fact, he has written asking the Pope to kill Zemes, and Alexander has agreed to do so at a convenient time; he is spared the labour when Zemes drops dead of guilt. Meanwhile Bajazeth’s plans for war are opposed by two of his sons; he has them strangled and stabs Achmetes himself, but soon regrets the murders. Bajazeth’s son Selimus is ambitious and buys the pashas’ support for his plans to depose Bajazeth; he then leaves the court and goes to Tartary. Tired of the cares of state and the danger of assassination, Bajazeth declares his intention to abdicate in favour of one of his sons, and seeks the people’s opinion as to which they prefer. Privately he intends to give the crown to his second son, Achomates, and plots to dispose of the rivals: Mahomates must be murdered and Selimus killed in battle; Corcutus, ensconced in academe, is considered to be of no account. With Mahomates duly assassinated, Bajazeth proclaims Achomates his successor, but the people declare they will have no emperor but Bajazeth himself. With the ===== PAGE 21 ===== 1617 help of the King of Tartary, Selimus musters troops, declaring his objective to be the conquest of Hungary. His real intention is to attack Bajazeth. Father and son confront one another with their armies; Bajazeth is victorious, but Selimus regroups. Upon…