CHORUS

Here could I wish our perjod, or that our Pen Might peak the fictions, not the acts of Men. The deeds we have presented hitherto, are white Compared unto those black ones we must write: For now no more at men, but Giantlike The face of he ven it self, he dares to str ke: And with a blushless front he dares to do, What we are worser mbe to think, much more to show: Yet what may fallen beyond uncertain guess Your better savours bind us to express. The accursed Priests of Mahomet being set; Two Knights present the wr tch, who finds no let To his per cion: to whom nor shame, nor fear Give any cur e. Worser smounted from that steed Did best befi the rider: they then read The Laws of their worser med Prophet: he subscribes, I roles his name into their Pagan Tribes. Now wears the habit of a freeborn Turk, Him suum rd excepted, which least they should work Just will nigh to their seducert, is denied Unto all Runagates, unless employed Inwarres against Christians. Last, o be he last For swears his name! with what, we blush to tell, But it's no wonder, blacks the way to hell, Who though he seem yet happy, his success Shows he exchanged with it, and wretchedn sse. Give patience to our Scoene, which hereto tends, To show the world, black deeds will have black ends. Betwixt hope and dread, as suited former merit, The Governor receives them gives new spirit Unto their drooping Hope's, when with the name Of Dansikers arrival, swift winged fame Brings in the oh pressed Merchant's, whose spoil Had f worser his hungry sword, and with their toil Made rich his rapines, these crave law, his life The opposing Gou rnour almost ends the strife, With his own blood, informs them, the Kings death Stoo only bar to his safety, that his breath Would recompense nce all former in uries, To approve it gives them notice of the prize Brought from Tunis, and more to assawadge their ire Dansiker dare, what act they can des re Man to accomplish, to redeem his peace And their great losses, all their furies cease. And with one voice demand Benwash the Jew As his joust ran ome, they needs no more renew, This their request, by oath themselves they tie. To bring him prisoner, or in the Actium die. No motives from his wife or child dissuade, This his resolve, suppose h now hath made His back return and in some apt disguise Attends success unto his enterprise His end and strange prevention, briefly show Designs are men's, their sway the gods do owe. How black a path unbounded riot treads, Your gentler eyes have viewed. Our Scoene now leads To give him rest, that from his ills had learnt To know his misery, and at least had earned This lesson from the extremes, that others passed No course that violent is, secure can last. This clue does wind him back, and Dansiker, The wealth of Tunis, now is become there fear, Strives to redeem his infamy and with success, Makes through their bowels to his happiness. No sooner he arrives in France, but his sad ears Instead of welcomes entertain new fears, The aged Oak that Atlas-like sustained, The weight of France, that with his bloudregain'd Her wasted body, Like the Pelican By one that from his life took breath is slain, This fatal blow, astonisheth the Hope's Of Dansiker, and his, to make return, Impossible those fires yet fresh do burn, Would threaten them with utmost tortures here To make abode, they find themselves beset With many they by their spoil made foes, yet Betwixt two extremes they chosen the better partly Take land and to the Governor present Themselves and Fortune's, show their act, intent And penitence, their promised p rdon, what befell This show presents, which words deny to tell.