THE TRAGEDY OF The unhappy Fair IRENE.  
By Gilbert Swinhoe, Esq  
LONDON: Printed by I. Streater, for I. Place, at Furnifals Inn Gate, in Holborn, M. DC. LVIII.   

To his dear Brother, the Author.  
I Gratulate, Sir, that we see so soon,  
While we but for a Morning looked, your Noon,  
We( could not yet believe that right-way;  
And see! Thou dost awake into full Day.  
Nor have I ought to vouch thy Beams) begun,  
But G●ats have leave to play within the Sun:  
And though thy Worth not needs that we stand by,  
We may, however, with our Votes comply;  
And speak what all must do: that thou hast writ  
Scenes that have in them, Spirit, judgement, Wit;  
Who from thy Pen shall read Irene's Fate  
Will think her now not so unfortunate.  
Let others to their merit speak thee high,  
Ay, but a Tribute, bring of Piety.  Ja. Swinhoe.  

To the hopeful Youth of his much honoured Kinsman, Gilbert Swinhoe, Esq.  
SIR, You are Poesy's so early Son,  
Our Papers are a Genethliacon:  
You else( that it may to the World be shown,  
That you were born a Poet) write your own:  
Or, as in Greece, the Infant did divide  
The Cradle with the Lute couched by his side;  
That still he might in his unwitting Play  
His busy Fingers to the Chords convey:  
Until the happy Artifice thus brings  
Him to a coy-Repeating of the Strings:  
So you were made familiar as soon  
With music, that thus Element in Tune.  
On then, auspicious Youth! be farther great!  
And verse in all her numbers make complete;  
Until our laureates( Satisfied) set down  
The humble Homagers unto thy Crown.  Eldred Revett.  

To the most ingenious Author, his much honoured countryman.  
SO young! and yet so good a Tragedy,  
If I'd not seen'●, I'd sworn' ●ad had been a lie:  
But since I see't, Sir, give me leave to tell  
Northumberland can boast a Miracle  
Of Wit and Worth: I'd praise thee, if I could  
But think that I could do it as I should.  
But 'las! my Phancie's checked with the excess  
Of thy great merit: Yet this I must confess;  
Did but IRENE live, she'd wish to die  
Once more, If thou wouldst write her Tragedy.  F. S.  

Prologue.  
'tIs she in melting Charms that did entice  
Revenge and War, to calmed lullabies.  
By which emboldened unpatroned doth commit  
Herself unto the World's Protectorship.  
And holds experienced safety, since there are  
So numerous Dangers in particular:  
So bids farewell, in a disdainful fear,  
Knowing, but cares not for a Censurer.  Gilb. Swinhoe.  

THE TRAGEDY OF The unhappy fair Irene.  The Scene HADRIANOPLE. 


Actûs primi Scena prima.  Enter soldiers, as from the Sacking of Constantinople; one with a bag of Silver. 1. 
HEre Lads, here's that that subject's crowns,  
And Ladies to our Lure.  2. 
I wonder that Constantinople,  
Abounding in such charms,  
Infatuated not our Turkish pride.  3. 
It was with them, as Stomachs clogged with Food,  
That prized not in their Bulcking State:  1. 
I marry Sir,  
Their Stomachs clogged, hath sent Repletion to the Brain  
That to our good hath luled them in security.  2. 
Did you not see how all too late, they shaked their heads,  
And with their idle fingers,  
From their eyelids, would have brushed the sleep.  3. 
Shaked it, and brushed it quoth:  
By mass, but if they use it thus,  
They'll soon wax threadbare.  1. 
Come hold, you'll shake and brush so long  
That we'll be shaked behind our laureled-army.  Exeunt omnes.  

Actûs primi, Scena secunda.  Enter a soldier, with a captive Lady as a part. Sold. 
Lady, you're here my prisoner,  
And if you'll let me lord it but a while  
In spoil of your Virginity, You shall for ever be my Conqueror.  Lad. 
Oh Friend, do you conceive that in this huge storm of woe,  
When sorrows, like the groaning waves,  
Whipped with a spouting Hi●●ica●o, Ride posting on the neck of other,  
To the deafened shore.  
Rush in this narrow Concave of my Breast,  
That there is room to lodge a thought of pleasure; Oh! No, no.  Sold. 
Madam, your future state depends not on that is past already,  
Constantinople itself doth yet remain,  
Although your friends, that in it lived  
Are, by our conquering swords sent to declare our valour to the dead▪  
And if you will subscribe to my desires,  
I'll be a means to invest you in that State  
That you's acquire greater and nobler Friends.  Enter a Captain, as to them. Lad. 
What hath the slaughtered Ghost of some dear friend  
Surveied your noble Actions in the town;  
And in requital sent you here, to act a deed of worth,  
And reap the prayers of a perplexed maid.  Cap. 
Oh Madam! How high will our victorious Prince  
Judge of his Victory?  
When with the great Imperial of the East  
He hath a gem that makes a foil of Nature:  
And what art thou that with thy misty breath  
Damps this bright Sun?  Lad. 
Oh! noble Sir:  
Did you but knowthe foul contagion he hath breathed,  
And how his Lungs hath wrought,  
To increase the raging sea of my affliction,  
No woman groaned at your Nativity,  
If that you be not glad at my deliverance.  Sold. 
The wages of my toil; the cordial of my  
Scattered blood spilt in the enterprise;  
And would you thus be reave me?  
Then never more shall this my sword  
In field cut titles for the god of War:  
When as my fainting spirits did require  
A whiles repose within her quickn●ng breast,  
She did deny and falsely rates me thus.  Cap. 
Villain, but that my spirits all  
Are charmed with noble pity to this maid;  
And passion, stifled in remorse,  
Lies swooning for a while:  
I'd hack an Epitaph upon thy flesh  
That all might shun thee.  Lad. 
'Tis strange Revenge is acted upon me,  
That I in courtesy must be constrained  
To love my loathed Enemy.  Cap. 
Madam, Be pleased to walk, and see yourself deceived.  Lad. 
I would I could.  Exeunt.  

Actûs 1. Scena tertia.  Enter Mahomet the Turk with Drum and Colours, as into Hadrianople: Then enter Citizens, as to meet the Emperor. 1. 
Welcome great Prince,  
Me thinks thy restless blood,  
Like the disheveled burning locks of Phoebus,  
When he careers the circuit of the Heavens,  
Darts forth such rays of burning spirit  
That crackles the world in astonishment.  Mah. 
Friends, Who's lost a man in this successful War,  
Amongst these pampered brood's; By our command  
Let him take three for one;  
Let their enslaved lives pay satisfaction for our blood.  All. 
All thanks to our deserving Prince.  Mah. 
Great is the business that's in hand;  
Therefore let's about it.  All. 
A gracious Prince.  Exeunt Mahomet, and the Bashaws, & exeunt omnes.   


Actûs secundi, Scena quarta.  Enter two Gentlemen, as at the Gales of Hadrainople. 1 
Sir, Will you venture?  2 
Is not the pressure of this mighty woe  
Enough to sink my fainted spirits?  
But by your mocks you'll add to it.  1 
My high-born Lord,  
Let all the tragic Fancies in the world  
Be true in me.  
Let sorrow sink between my bone and marrow,  
And may all tender soul mock my distress  
If I so mean:  
I wonder that your Lordship staggers thus.  Lord. 
I know thou'rt honest.  
How dull thou'lt seem to be,  
To strange that I do stagger?  
I am sure the Leaden Clasps of sleep,  
That do shut in the Golden Story,  
Locked not thy penthouses  
But that thou saw this huge over-bearing storm,  
And yet dost talk so strange.  1. 
O Sir! When you should make return of praises  
To the gods for your deliverance;  
Then to precipita●e yourself in wilful danger:  
When an affront of mercy,  
And might, deduce the never ended plagues of Heaven,  
In showers on your head.  Lord. 
Ah Fool! D●'st ask if I will venture,  
That nothing have to lose,  
Unless this spounk of life, slighted as much  
As she that hangs upon her satiated lover's neck,  
Who loathing would be gone.  Man. 
But, dear my Lord,  
If that you spurn at mercy, And defy the gods,  
They'll draw your loathed thread of life  
To nectar's broach,  
And add destruction every moment.  Lord. 
Away: Thou never readst the maxims of the Wise,  
That things at their acquired height descend again:  
And when at full perfection,  
Do admit no increase.  
Sound the unfathomed Sea of my distress,  
Measure the unbounded limits of my sorrow,  
My Native soil, my dearest country sacked  
Our great Imperial, whose reflex  
Rivaled the Sun, and shone throughout the Earth▪  
Lies smothered in her dust;  
And my dearest Friends promiscuously  
Lie mangled in the fo●getful heaps.  
Now might I here prick down a period to my woes,  
Me thinks I could sustain.  
But oh! oh!  
I see a raging stream, a mighty flood  
Out-bearing all its Banks,  
Will quickly sleep my patience to a sop:  
My Love, dost think she lives?  
Fond, she cannot die:  
Her soul's in me, and mine in hers reciprocal:  
So while I live, she cannot die;  
But I may die in her: but I'm alive,  
Therefore she is not dead.  
Then I'll go seek her here.  
The contaminous Bed of this grim Tyrant  
Shall not de●ain her from me:  
And, e'er I'll go without her,  
I'll leap destruction in the face,  
And k●ss the Instrument of my decease.  Man. 
My Lord, I have ●laid your passion,  
And now in reason would confer with you;  
Strangers we are, and now in this new Conquest  
Each eye labours for new discovery:  
The Language we are strangers in,  
And pregnant Wits will sift us to the bran;  
Therefore amongst these ru●al hinds  
That nothing understand, here in the Suburbs  
Let us abide:  
Until the pregnant time deliver up the truth.  Lord. 
Well, my great desires I'll curb,  
And go along with thee?  
Thee alone survivor of my friends.  Exeunt both Enter the Lady and Captain. Cap. 
Madam, I have puzzeled the Invention of arithmetic,—  
And find the sum of your perfection  
Too great for my receipt:  
Therefore to them that better can esteem your worth  
I'll render you:  
For me to accumulate so rich a gem,  
Were for to lame our Prince's Victory,  
And a disloyal Fact:  
So for your greater honour, and mine esteem,  
I will present you to him.  Lad. 
O Sir, You lame your Victory indeed,  
And make a light esteem of it,  
In poising me with it.  Cap. 
Lady, 'tis true: the water is its quantity,  
Is more than the refined spirits;  
Yet that's made up in the surpassive quality of them.  
So in my drunk-opinion it doth seem  
The extracted purity of all the East,  
Is ●entred in you.  
And for to keep you from my Prince, were greater loss  
Than our received Koran,  
The which I'll never do.  Lad. 
Sweet Sir, Will you proclaim your error,  
And make( of invalidity) your yet esteemed opinion,  
And make my else unhappy self hated by every one,  
What can you think the Victor of the East  
That sits Competitor with Phoebus in his glory,  
Will be so blinded, to dote upon his slave,  
Where there is no allurement,  
Unless his palate out of relish,  
Embrace my salted lips for a recovery.  
Recall your scattered judgement,  
And lose not your esteem.  Cap. 
Madam, I am not destitute of sense; nor do I dream:  
I'm sure 'tis real that I see;  
So if you'll go along with me,  
I will present you honourably: if not,  
I will declare the Cabin where the Jewel lies,  
And let the Emperor picked himself:  
And so farewell.  Lad. 
Stay, patience but a while,  
Give me but three day's space,  
And I will strive to stop these nigh exhausted Fountains,  
And recollect some smiles, the better to adorn your presentation.  Cap. 
So long I wait your leisure, and wish you well advised:  
So rest you joyful.  Exit Cap. Lad. 
And you the like.  Manet Irene sola. 
When thrice the burning Carbunckle of Heaven  
Hath hit upon the insulting Waves,  
And when he would hath thrice been  
Mantled up in Black.  
Must I? But oh disloyal thought!  
I am glad thou hast met affection,  
Whose Loyal Flame, hath to thy primitive  
Nonbeing reducest thee.  
If espoused love, my Lord Paleologus,  
Hath yet survived the ruins of his Native soil,  
And should behold me prove inconstant,  
How would the sacking of our brave city,  
The death of all his Friends, ●enew themselves  
In a more tragic Scene?  
Oh! my Soul! that thou were here,  
That which of us were strongest, might support  
That others grief a little.  
Well! I do find my exterior Senses all,  
Have a discharge from their great covering soul,  
For to suspend their Faculties a while;  
Therefore I'll hunt my rest.  Exit. Enter Mahomet, and his Bashaws, as in open council, about settlement of their new Conquests. Mah. 
What think you, Lords,  
If we transfer us to Constantinople?  All. 
If all things fitted were, we like it well.  Mah. 
Your counsel's good:  
B●sides, our Conquest made more absolute,  
From her sweet seated Turrets we may pry  
Into the Affairs of Europe, and the bordering Asia,  
And sit an eyesore to the Christian Foe:  
I would it were dispatched.  1 
My gracious Prince, the Leaden foot of Time  
Must stamp some days upon your back  
Ere this can be effected: some great Commander  
With a power must here reside,  
To snaffle the pressing crest of this imperious brood;  
And many things of great import  
Are yet to be resolved.  2 
'Tis true; therefore, your Majesty must court  
Your patience yet a while.  Mah. 
To that same purpose came we here  
To argue and determine:  
But since you are all agreed, that it becomes our State to go,  
We do adjourn the Court a while.  
And, in the interim, consider of our great Captains to be left behind.  Exeunt omnes. Enter Demosthenes, the Lord Prologus his Attendant, as from the city, having been enquiring of the Captives, and the State. Dem. 
My Lord, the tempest's great, where none escapes the Rack,  
The battle's sore, where none survives to give report.  
The great revenging hand of Fate  
Hath not pursued your joys unto the utmost;  
Nor hath the flame of their great rage  
Dried all the Fountains of your bliss; One yet remains,  
Whose cordial springs will cool, the enraging passions of your blood,  
The fair Irene lives.  Peo. 
How! Hath the intoxing magic of her brow  
Conjured the influence of her birth?  
Hath the impression of her purer spirit statued the Fates?  
That the stern sword of great Revenge falls down in homage,  
Fearing his Name unjustly threatening such.  Dem. 
Do you intend to winged, on your own breath to her?  Paeo. 
O that I could but fleet it in the Air a while invisible:  
I'd fly aloft above her head, until the neighbouring Air  
Filled with the sweet perfumes of her,  
Like Afric Birds stifled me down.  Dem. 
My Lord, air's but a vapour;  
And while you vapour an Addition,  
The substance may evapourate.  
The well composed Body of your Parliament must act  
As well as the Lord Speaker; e'er you be better.  Peo. 
Act: O! I act Wonders, Nature, and Arts be stairs  
To my design.  Dem. 
Oh Sir!  
I dread the Hawking Eye,  
Of this imperious Victor;  
I doubt some of his fawning Spaniels  
Will discover your rich Game.  
Which once but raised, I tremble at the event.  Peo. 
What if he seized her here below,  
The ardent flames of our so chaste desire  
Will mollify his horny talents so,  
That he I surrend his seizen.  
And if he sore the Clouds with her  
I'll make a Daggers point spur to my soul  
To post to him.  Dem. 
Let us prevent all this,  
And in the sunshine make our hay:  Peo. 
Come, make haste, I'll be ruled by thee:  Dem. 
Then we, disguised as we are,  
Will venture through these Gates.  
I know her Lodging well;  
I, as I am, will go your servant;  
And you, for an escaped Brother of hers:  
And then when you are each informed of others state,  
We will consult what best is to be done.  Paeo. 
Come in hasto.  Daem. 
But I beseech you call home  
Your banished Reason, in this same tickle point.  Paeo. 
I will, let's go.  Exeunt. Enter the Captain to the Lady Irene, Cap. 
Madam,  
I hope your wayward thoughts are all removed,  
And your own inclination, courts you now.  Lady. 
'tis true Sir: my thoughts are not the same;  
For every minute thoughts do change,  
And for my inclination, 'tis too bashful for to court me.  Cap. 
Madam, Weighty Affairs are in transaction,  
'Tis not a time to compliment:  
But briefly to declare; Will you, or will you not?  Enter the Lord Prologus, and Daemosthenes to them. Irene 'swounds at the approach: he embraces her. Paeo. 
My dearest sister,  
Had I but dreamt this unexpected joy,  
Would have surprised thee thus,  
I had rather chose confinement for the day  
Then thou'st beheld me.  She revives. He lifts her up. 
Arise, sweetheart let us rejoice we met.  Daem. 
Brother 〈◊〉: Brother Tim.  Aside. Irene. 
My dearest Brother,  
How doth the cordial rays of thy 〈◊〉 love  
Restore my yielding spirits?  Daem. 
Sweet Sir, this is the effect of nature's consanguinity,  
Make them mistake themselves;  
So I presume a S●ppliant for them,  
That you'll a while withdraw:  
That they more freely may converse  
Of their great Parents, and their Kindred gone.  Cap. 
Sir, Great's the respect I always bear  
To spirits so nobly q●alified:  
Therefore, for me, enjoy the place,  
And freedom at their pleasure.  Daem. 
My Lord,  
This worthy Gentleman is well content,  
That you more private should discourse your miseries.  Paeo. 
We thank you Sir;  
And most of this our private conference  
Shall be to study a requital,  
For your high respects.  Irene. 
The freoness of your favours, Sir,  
Makes me a sturdy Beggar,  
To beg the obligement of this day:  
And if you will, before the Mountain tops  
Be bconed with the S●n,  
Show to the Nighted Vails  
The days approach,  
I'll smile on your desires.  Cap. 
That's laugh at my delay;  
But this one night I'll dream away,  
And then behold the final issue  
In time to be more wise.  Aside. 
Madam, the reciprocal regret  
I have of all your woes, command me:  
And so in expectation take my leave.  Exit. Paeo. 
What hath thy near 〈◊〉 Darts of beauty  
Slain the revengeful ire of all grim 〈◊〉 that did approach 〈◊〉  
Were all the bloody and revengful spirits on earth,  
In general rend vouzed, there is 〈…〉 beauty,  
Such noble charms of pity in thy look: if shown,  
They'd all ashame dis●erse like heartl●ss hinds.  Irene. 
My noble, and most constant Lord,  
I love you more, than I can tell you ●o:  
Nor will I vent Encomiums of your praise,  
It were to lame your worth:  
For your heroic Actions  
Will themselves engrave perpetual Epitaphs unto your praise:  
Let us not stand and muse the fruits the enjoyment brings.  
But act and stir to bring the enjoyment,  
The state of which is desperate.  Dem. 
Fair, and discreet, pull down that Cypress veil,  
And make an Artificial Night:  
For madd-men soonest recollect in darkness.  Paeo. 
If I am mad, and pulling down that vail, make night,  
O that I might within that shade, Her Arms the chains,  
Lie bedlamed up for ever.  
Prithee demostheves act for me now, and when I have enjoyed her,  
I shall be capable to thank thee.  Dem. 
Well then: to morrow she must give her full resolve;  
And as for me, I think it meet, she should most cheerfully  
Present herself unto the Emperor.  
In all obedience to his will, let her prolong his enjoyment  
Of her, so long as possibly she can. Mean time, you and I  
Will wander into Hungary: I know you'll find acceptance  
Correspondent to your port; because you are like Enemies  
Unto the common ●●e. Nor do I doubt but your endowments  
Will accumulate a mass of friends.  
Then in prefixed time, with a strong guard in Turkish habit,  
You may so nigh, as possibly you can, approach this City,  
Where she, in her disportive liberty, taking the Air  
At the appointed place may be surprised; and carried successfully:  
All which I wish performed.  Paeo. 
O would it prove so!  
I would joyfully take farewell of that lip,  
And fancy, that mine own retained a remnant  
Till I saw her.  Ire. 
Honest Demosthenes,  
Thou hast declared the likeliest way:  
But oh! 'tis straight and rug●ged  
For me poor weak distressed Wretch  
To wander in the absence of my Sun:  
Thou, thou, my dearest Lord,  
O sad! Alas to think! What odious  
And detested company, must I befor●'t confer with  
When you are gone?  
How shall I reel 'twixt hope and fear?  
And stagger on the Rocks of Despair,  
Benighted in calamity and woe.  
But longest nights ere now have had their days,  
And I in patience will expect the Sun of my prosperity.  Paeo. 
Oh! Oh!  
Despair prevails; my Infant-hopes lie dying:  
My soul of joy, 'tis like to be ● tedious night  
Before thy rays of Beauty, reflexed by 〈◊〉,  
〈◊〉 forth a morning joy.  Dem. 
Sweet pair,  
The sharpest Drugs are of the healthiest operation:  
Oft from a cloudy morn,  
Ensues a glorious day: Your grief I hope is at the height:  
And, in enjoyment, will afford a pleasant theme  
For your Discourse.  
See, see, the restless Steeds of Phoebus' bright,  
Hath quenched their burning thirst in the great Ocean,  
And freshly rows for this days task,  
Telling all stolemn contents, its time to part.  Ire. 
Like as some beauty, through a mourning veil,  
So seems the Sun muf●'d in yonder Clouds:  
My thinks she only seems a Torch  
Prepared to attend the Funerals of some mighty man.  Peo. 
Thou more contemned ●ight,  
Than is the deadman's Torch,  
Within the secret Monument! The Sun shines forth,  
Which only lights friends to their last farewell:  
I would some new born Phae●on had whipped thee from the sky  
Down to the restless Ocean,  
That thy diffused rays might there have been exstinguisht:  
Then might I here the Prince of pleasure ranged,  
Unenvied 'cause unseen of the mali●ious world.  Irene. 
See poor Demosthenes  Demosthenes with a dejected countenance stands by. 
The alone partaker of our griefs,  
Surprised with equal passion,  
Like us in a Letha●gick Muse, forgets the time.  Peo. 
Come, come, our fiery passions are too great  
To suffer cold Distempers thus to stupefy.  Dem. 
Blessed be that Reformation,  
And collected manhood: take leave in heart,  
'Tis far spent day.  Peo. 
Methinks the purity of the great Globe  
Of Heaven and Earth  He embraces her. 
Is circumvented all within mine arms:  
Can I from thee, thou Universal Spirit be banished?  
No, the pure refined Imaginations of my Spirits,  
Will still be active, in creating thee anew.  He kisses her. 
Oh! the ravished pleasure of this Kiss  
Makes me despair, the enjoyment is so full, my bliss is at the height:  
My Soul farewell.  Dem. 
Lady, give me a farewell of your hand,  Kisses her hand. 
And Heavens smile on thee.  Iren. 
Farewell my Love; farewel my honest friend;  
Good Fares prosper your speed.  Exit Paeo. and Daemo. Manet Irene: A SONG. 
Farewell delight, pleasures adieu,  
He's gone, by whom you to me did accrue:  
Go where you're welcome, and may be  
Enjoyed your course, as you have been by me:  
And when you have wheeled the world about  
Returning chance, I have found Lovers out.  
Till than I'll mourn, and mourning sing  
Though I be loved, and courted of a King.  
Come in:  Enter one knocking, a Messenger. Mes. 
Save you Madam:  
A noble Captain, desirous to accomplish our great triumph,  
Hath b●az'd your beauty to the Emperor,  
Who doth by me his messenger, invite your presence▪  
And for this purpose, I, with a noble Guard,  
Such as become your State attend you.  Irene. 
Sir, He takes my beauty at a disadvantage;  
For, with some friends, he as past the time till late last night,  
And am not yet accomplish: to see his Majestly.  Mes. 
Really Lady, We have command not empty to return.  Irene. 
I must, and will obey his Highness commands.  Exit with them Enter Mahomet, and the Captains, in private conference. Mah. 
Where had this perfection,  
Who not enjoyed, lames our great Conquest.  Cap. 
Dread Sovereign,  
I saved her from the Embraces of a common slave,  
That would have wrested her to his desire:  
And prising her, I found her only fit for your great self;  
And I in duty and obedience, have told your Majesty of her.  Mah. 
Thou shalt not lose by't, how e'er it hap.  Enter knocking: Enter Messenger with Irene. Irene. 
Great Emperor:  She prostrates herself. 
Your Vassal humbly prostrate,  
Wa●ts your highness' pleasure.  Mah. 
Lady, Great,  
Your perfections are too heavenly,  
And ill befit to g●ovel upon Earth:  
Be pleased to r●se.  Reaches his hand to her. Irene. 
How e'er it is my duty, your Greatness  
Doth command me.  Mah. 
'Tis strange the fatal breath of our great Guns,  
Together with the smothered Air  
Of your down tumbling fabrics,  
Should have concealed this beauty;  
Which if the mighty Globe should crush together  
Contains such sacred rays, would dart into another world.  Irene. 
Most mighty Sir:  
The best of my deservings  
Have near attained the honour of your presence:  
What shall I think of this your praise?  
It is your highness' pleasure,  
With these hyperboles to whet your Eloquence on me,  
A poor unworthy subject.  Mah. 
Madam,  
The great distrust you have on me, I value not,  
For 'tis a maxim wise,  
To try before you trust:  
But the debasing of yourself  
'Tis petty Blasphemy, and grieves me much:  
For know, the pleasures of Court,  
With all the best of us you shall command.  Enter Mes. Mes. 
The Bashaw of Anatolia  
Attends your Majesty.  Mah. 
Well! What's his great heart?  
But go, I am at leisure.  Exit. 
Madam, Your looks so full an Academy,  
Where the sweet Discipline, so quaintly is abridged;  
That in this little gap of time, I flatter  
Me a true Proficient.  
Methinks my unbridled Nature,  
Is so sweetly calmed.  
That I could cringe, and bow before a beauty,  
And call a moderate blush into this countenance  
Which heretofore sparkled destruction,  
And pursue my Lips into a chirping smile.  
Which heretofore moved only in the accents  
Of command, and death.  To a Gentleman. 
Go hence, prepare fit entertainment for this fair one; see that two of the best and truest Eunuchs attend her pleasure.  
Under correction, my beloved,  Kisses her. 
I'll exercise before we part.  Irene. 
Your Vassal is rejoiced in her obedience.  Exit Irene. Mah. 
I find change.  
This touch yields greater pleasure  
Then if my brows were circumvented  
With the Imperial Crown of all the Earth:  
Welcome Anatolia.  Enter Anatolia. Nato. 
Great Sir:  
Methinks you have forgot Constantinople.  Mah. 
Hum! Thou'rt almost turned a Prophet:  
Why well may I forget that great Imperial now  
When that her Crown lies here.  
I am sure Hadrianople now  
Contains the imperial M●stress of the World:  
But quick, assemble our great council all,  
I will converse of it a while.  Nat. 
They're, in a moment, as one man  
Prepared, to attend your Excellence:  
I will go hasten your commands.  Exit Anatolia. Maho: Solus. 
My mighty Name, and wand●ing Spirit  
Which heretofore, scorned confinement  
Within the Lists of the wide World;  
Are by this sovereign beauty, now so captivate,  
That they would wish restraint  
Within the narrow Concave of her Breast for ever:  
And could I, but unrivalled, in her Affections  
Reign Lord Paramont, in freedom void of danger:  
I'd throw my inferior Conquests from my hands,  
And spurn this g●lt● temptation, from my brow,  
The Beggarly Rewarder of my emptied Veins:  
I'm called to council,  
What make I there? A Statue to fill up a place;  
For here remains, my Life, my Soul, and Spirits all,  
Tied fast in Golden Manacles;  
Whose charming bondage is so sweet,  
That were I sure, that siren-like  
‛ swould bring me to destruction,  
I'd not relinquished:  
I le send for her; and from her Lips  
Partake so much refreshment:  
So, cordelize my Spirits, till I return:  
So ho, there;  
Go court Irene; here in heart.  When the Emperor calls, Enter a Gentleman. Mes. 
I shall, great Sir,  Mes. 
Dread Sir, the Royal Court attends you.  Mah. 
Are they so soon in full Assembly?  Enter a Messenger. Mes. 
Full halt an hour ago, Great Sir:  Mah. 
Withdraw:  Enter Irene. 
Great places have a Court of trouble,  
I must forsake my happiness a while,  
I sent to take my leave of you.  
Before the Leaden foct of Time  
Hath pres● two Glasses ●orth, I will return,  
And here expect you.  Ire. 
I will attend your Greatness.  Exeunt. Enter the great Bashaws in Court. 1 
I wonder of our forward Prince.  2 
He was not wont to do so:  
Was there a messenger dispatched?  3 
Yes: and returned, and says he's coming.  Nat. 
Ay, but that forward man of War  
Is stopped with the strong Charms of an assuring Remora:  
But soft, he's here.  Enter Mahomet. Mah. 
My trusty Lords, I have loitered my engagement,  
And I'm sorry that your expectations will prove fruitless at this time  
Through present indisposedness, of my infirmity,  
I only came for to excuse myself,  
And to adjourn it till another time,  
And till our further order, in your own time, dismiss:  
So fare you well.  Exit Mahomet. All. 
Prosperity attend your Majesty.  1 
A Remora in Land Natolia, 'tis strange  Manent Bashaws. 
And yet 'tis probable; for the flect is monstrous.  3 
Is't possible the Darts of that blind B●y  
That woundeth none, b●●●oway breasted girls,  
And you'● his Muliers, hath pierced his slee●y Spirit.  Nat. 
I am afraid since the reverberating Harness was hung by,  
The weaker Instruments have made impression.  2 
Then we are like to have a crew of mon●rel warriors quickly▪  Nat. 
Let us depart, to pray for Reformation.  Exeunt 〈◊〉. Enter Mahomet, returned; as to Irene. Mah. 
Absent, till you are called.  To the Attendants. 
Madam, Am I not now a full accomplished Courtier,  
That can keep t●●k with time.  Irene. 
And have been, since your riper years  
Brush● ch●ldishness away, I do believe, great Sir,  Mah. 
No, fair one,  
I was rude as the unbridled Camp,  
Stern as the pale Revenge,  
Fierce as the god of War:  
My Spirits all were lined in proof  
Impenetrable to remorse.  
Witness the rueful ruins  
Of your stately ●own;  
Which dest●n'd to its fatal period,  
Had not the Wit for to present you.  
For had the piercing Eloquence of your bright look approach●  
My martial senses all, as they do:  
Esteminated would have sunk  
Below the dreadful Steel;  
I should have crept for a revival  
In the Lap of Venus.  Irene. 
Oh Sir! Had my great Kindred 〈◊〉,  
My state and fortunes stood upright,  
Which by the Iron hand of War  
Is shrunk to nothing● I might in some sort he deserving.  Mah. 
Why dost repent, that cannot be recaled,  
Thy slaughtered Kindred? thou rather shouldst rejoice;  
For in Exchange the Power of 〈◊〉 lies at thy command,  
And in the lieu of thy consumed fortune  
The Riches of my Realm, I do estate on thee:  
And hence do court, that thou'●t embrace the  
Affections of a King;  
And guild our Turkey with so fair a Queen.  Irene. 
This is an indigested Passion( in your Greatness)  
Which seen in its own flattering glass  
Delights a little;  
But looked on with the piercing Eye of Reason  
Proves odiously informed:  
Then loa●h'd Hate succeeds, and I with the in●el●ble Characters  
Of ne'er expired infamy,  
With wonder 〈◊〉, through the World.  Mah. 
Sweet Soul:  
It's thy Charms that hath surprised me,  
I dwell inseparably in thine 〈◊〉,  
And not give time to Reason to consult with me.  
Sweetheart, prepare to yield, and I'll go frame Petitions,  Irene, 
Do, good my Lord, and recollect yourself,  
While, for your good, I am obstina●e.  Exeunt at several doors. Enter three Bashaws. 1 
I wonder what delight  
Our Emperor hath found out, that he contemn● the Establishment  
Of his mighty Conquest.  2 
'Tis certain, that same Remora  
That great Anatolia spoke of.  1 
And do you think that he's surprised with the soft Charms  
Of an effeminating Love?  3 
Why not?  
Temptation easily gains onidleness  
The nimble courser whiles she sweeps  
The Beesom of the yielding Air, rides safe;  
But while recours●, she sits p●uning on a bow,  
Death, from the deadly Level of a Gu●, arrests her.  2 
'Tis true, While death and deep destruction  
Were his Objects,  
He looked unto his safety:  
But the sweet Lullabies of an alluring Peace  
Hath epilepsed his active Spirits,  
And kee●s him cradled in Security.  3 
O that some Enterprise would wait our great Designs,  
That with a fearful alarm he might be awaked,  
And scared to fall asleep again.  1 
O but 'tis dangerous nibbling with the couchant Lion.  2 
But soft, I hope I have prophessed:  A Post passes by 
See there a Post in haste.  Exeunt. Enter Mahomet to a Gentleman. Mah. 
Stay, I see News:  
Go you, excuse my promise to my Love.  Gent. 
'Tis my best honour, to discharge  
Your majesty's Commands.  Exit Gent. Mah. 
What means the blood  
To post so from thy face?  
As if it rid some deadly  Enter Messenger. 
Message to heart.  Mes. 
It signifies my deadly Errand:  
For know that your neglected Bands  
Are a prepared Banquet  
For the Birds of prey,  
And with their mangled corpse  
Manure the Hungarian fields:  
Who, proud in triumph,  
Have made a bonfire of your Borders.  Mah. 
Well! I'll go raise a storm  
Shall drive the flame back on their faces.  
Away, command Anatolia hither:  
Go you, bring my sweet Greek:  To a Gent. 
What doth the Hungrian Power  Exit. 
Consist of?  To another. Mes. 
I judge they're 20000  Exit. 
With an accomplished Leader.  Mah. 
Fie: they ● be a point so small,  
As will not be discerned by my great Power.  
They are 〈◊〉 few to satisfy my great Revenge.  Mes. 
Great Sir: You're pleased to talk of points,  
And they're a sha●p one.  Enter Irene. Mah. 
Withdraw Sir, till you're called.  With draws. 
Come, come, my Soul, I'll tell thee what;  
Although there is some fatal Meteor dropped from the sky,  
That sets great Spirits on burning;  
Yet such is the sweet fruits of calm Peace, lent me by thee,  
That were there now a shoak,  
Wherein the state of all the world contended:  
And would my presence dart capivity to all,  
I'd not suspend the greater Conquest of thy love  
For half an hour.  Irene. 
Oh that your Passion should transform your Reason thus,  
To dote on me your captive slave;  
Who's very Bonds were Honour unto me.  Mah. 
Have pity Lady, I am conquered,  
Shout forth no more denials;  
For while you do my thoughts in pleasing doubt,  
Make me forget myself?  Irene. 
W●ll! I will leave you now to better company.  Exit Irene. Mah. 
But not so much desired, Anatolia;  
The Body of our Peace,  Enter Anatolia. 
By the Hungarians, hath received a wound,  
And here hard by the fatal Post Call him here.  Nat. 
What are the forts in Hungary lost?  Enter Post. Mes. 
They are not only lost, but the insulting Foe  
Triumphs o'er all the Borders.  Nat: 
Great Sir,  
This Wound neglected  
Festers to your mighty danger.  Mah. 
I know 'tis not so great that we should fear;  
Nor is't so small, as for to be neglected:  
Therefore, forthwith, see that our council be assembled.  Nat. 
I'll cause them wait your pleasure.  Exit Anatolia, and the Emperor. Enter Irene, and an Eunuch. Irene. 
My trusty servitor,  
'Tis not so much your vowed Order,  
Nor the inherent quality of faithfulness  
Unto your Queens;  
But 'tis the honesty and truth which I discover  
In every action of thee,  
Which brings me for to discover  
The greatest secret of my Soul unto thee.  Eun. 
Madam, if ought lie in the compass of my poor power  
For to redress, it's done at your command;  
And if it do not,  
its lie promiscuously, as in the Grave,  
Enfolded from the world 〈◊〉.  Irene. 
I have so full a confidence in thee,  
I will not seek an O●h to tie thee to't.  
Knew then, my trusty friend,  
I have a noble Lover  
Whose constant heart, with mine, reciprocal is placed:  
He Pilgrims now in the Hungarian Court,  
Begging assistance of some Martial Spirits,  
In stealth with him to approach these walls;  
Where I at his appointment,  
Under the colour of my private Recreation, in the air,  
At his appointed hour, and place, was for to meet him,  
And be conveyed from hence:  
He thought your Emperor, as himself,  
Would amorously have' Ta'en delay:  
But oh! my woe, 'tis otherwise:  
For where Petitions faintly do retire  
The greatness of his Power makes way:  
Therefore, my honest friend, go find  
My Lord Paeologus by name.  
Declare my state, which thou rightwell dost know  
The time will not permit me write.  
Take this, and in Post-haste depart.  Gives him a Purse. Eu. 
Now by the mighty Prophet Mahomet,  
The hairy scalp of my dead Father,  
And by the Emperor's Sword,  
I'll act with all my Power, and straight about it:  
Farewell, good fortune be thy speed.  Exit Eunuch. Irene. 
Alas poor harmless Maid,  
The period of thy hopes rely  Manet Irene. 
On the successful Journey of a Nobleman:  
But soft, here comes the interrupter of my joy.  Mah. 
What is Perfection reti●'d into heresy,  Enter Mah. 
And leaves the World quite destitute:  
My Soul, let me partake.  Irene. 
Most Royal Sir,  
The best of my Endeavours  
Are homage due to you.  Mah. 
Tell me, what means thy unmannerly intrusion.  Mes. 
Pardon Sir,  
Your mighty Council waits your pleasure:  Enter a Mes. 
Still these harsh News do mingle with my pleasures:  Aside. 
Farewell Heart.  Exeunt both. Enter the Bashaws, as in council. 1 
What do you think, that drunk with blood,  
They desperately reel on us.  2 
My life for't, they're so flesh;  
They'll pay their Nature's Tribute, but feed on us.  3 
Soft: here comes the whining Captive.  Na●. 
Alas! I fear the consequence of these bold words.  Aside Enter Mahomet, and takes his Seat of State. Mah. 
What think you Lords of this same Scar?  
Who's bent to go a Chiru●gion for't?  All. 
yourself's the great physician.  Mah. 
Away: it scarce requires the help of an Apothec●●y,  
And tell you me of it?  All. 
But our great Lord:  
Your presence will give quicker remedy,  
And satisfy your great Revenge the more.  Mah. 
Fie, faint Scars, and inconsiderate reply:  
Do you not know the petty Conquest of their Nation  
Would not acquit the charges of my Train,  
Should I go forth?  
Away, forth go you:  
Prepare sufficient strength;  To a Bashaw. 
And let this tinkling News no more trouble my calmed Spirits:  
Go all of you, assist in speedy levying of a Power:  
Farewell.  Exit Mahomet with his Guard, Manent Bashaws. 1 
Fie, fie,  
That the lustful flames of a lascivious Wench,  
Should burn the great remembrance of himself to chaff,  
Which now is made the sport  
Of every vulgar breath.  Soldiers without, 'Tis true. 2 
And must his awful Harnish hang contemptible in rust:  
And must that b●o●d that hung o'er Christendom,  
Like a Malignant Meteor,  
In ca●kered dust, be food to moths;  
It must not be: Sold. Nor shall not be.  3 
What doth deject Anatolia so?  Nat. 
That which I would, but cannot remedy.  2 
Let us conjoin in one, and help ourselves.  Nat. 
Well! 'tis of too great concernment to be rushed into.  All. 
I will go wade,  Nat. 
And so will we.  Exeunt. Enter Mahomet to Irene. Mah. 
Come, come, thou centre of my Peace,  
Even now while restless Spirits roam the World,  
Seeking the noblest blood,  
To engrave their Characters of fame.  
And while the nimble Posts, whip on each other,  
With tidings of my danger:  
While in thy bosom laid, I joy in peace,  
And, peacefully enjoy, the fullness of delight:  
Which might I but unrivalled still enjoy,  
I freely with this mighty Ball, subverted were to its Original:  
But speak my Soul, canst thou affect?  Irene. 
O mighty Sir, to admiration!  Mah. 
Nay, rather to fruition,  
Which if thou canst, no longer linger our delights,  
Here is a pious Mufty, which for the purpose I have brought  
To join our hands as well as hearts:  Enter a musty. 
And so infamy of stolen contents● may turn to honourable enjoyment.  Irene. 
Oh mighty Sir I since you are serious,  
I do beseech you give a precedent of yielding,  
By granting me but one Weeks respite,  
To beg from our great Deity concurrence to your yoke:  
From under which, till Death, there's no redemption;  
And then my 〈◊〉 fruits,  
With all the best of me reap at your pleasure.  Mus. 
Great Emperor,  
This her Petition, in honour, cannot be denied,  Mah. 
Nor any: Even my life lies at her mercy:  
I'll go, invoke the Sun to haste,  
And check the mi●u●es of their slowness.  Exeunt omnes. Enter Anatolia Solus. ●... 
Oh! How the 〈◊〉 of Greatness rides on a rotten Cable,  
Subject to every flaw of malice,  
And impetuous Billow of Rebellion;  
Our mighty Prince, but now,  
Rid on the neck of an imperial Conquest:  
But oh! one fatal change: he's pulled from thence  
By the seducing Charms of whining love;  
And, in a probability; of reducement into nothing,  
To have his awful Majesty flouted by common 〈◊〉  
I wonder that the wheeling Orb●s amazed  
Stopped not their course at this change,  
And all the World stand hush● in admiration.  
Poor, and infatuated Prince:  
We told thee, this would rowz thy infatuated spirits,  
And who could stand the fierce return of them;  
And yet methinks, ha's made good use of life  
That uses it for to reclaim thee:  
Stand loyal heart:  Enter three Bashaws to him. 
Welcome Lords,  1 
What solitary Muse possesses thee Anatolia?  
What hast thou plotted a deliverance?  2 
I rather think he is reciprocal,  
And sleeps with drowsy state.  Nat. 
I have not slept, nor was my fancy idle,  
I have been ruminating this design,  
And horror seizes all my spirits to dream on the attempt.  2 
Anatolia, 'tis no disloyalty:  
He has thrown down his awful sovereignty,  
And do●es to be a Subject.  Nat. 
What will you drive at?  3 
Let go the ruins to the unbridled soldiers,  
Who utterly disdain a Queenly Monarchy;  
And if he will not be reclaimed, divide the Crown amongst us.  Nat. 
My very good Lords, and noble Friends,  
I know there's none of you, but would embrace his death  
Before the name of murderous traitor;  
Which, by this horrid act, will soon grain itself on you and your Posterity.  
That should your brackish Cisterns tumble forth Oceans,  
It would not wash it off.  
There's many ways to be attempted, before we do deflower our Maiden Nation;  
With the unmatched stain of Kill-Kings:  
And blessed be the Fates, I hope there's one.  1 
I'll know his Errand:  Behold a Post. 
Sweet Sir, will your great haste permit you stay,  Enter a Mes●n Post. 
to tell us what's your haste.  Mes. 
My Journey's at an end, since great Natolia's there;  
For he, as well as I, may tell the Emperor, that his new Conquests stagger:  
And that the Paeloponesian Lords, in general rendezvous, ●ith a great Force,  
March to endanger his new Conquests.  Exit Mes. Nat. 
Post on, declare it to him.  2 
This is the utmost period of our expectation,  
He'll now awake, or he's quite dead unto himself:  
He certainly abhors the Rebellious Greeks so much  
That he'll disdain this saintlike Charm for it.  3 
No: I do rather fear her witching tears will cause remorse,  
And they shall have mercy for her sake:  
But lo some News!  Enter a Messenger. Mes. 
My Lord Anatolia, the Emperor, in haste, requires your presence:  
Farewell, my Lord.  Exit Nato. 1 
Even there's the opportunity we wish for:  Manent three Bashaws. 
Behold the Captain of the janissaries, and many Companies with them.  2 
I'll speak to them.  Enter the janissaries, as with Drums and Colours marching. 
Welcome great Captain,  
Where tends your march?  Cap. 
No march: 'tis not●an Age to talk so rufly,  
We'll walk unto the Palace:  
There to hang up our useless Weapons,  
And then return to play.  3 
Away, you're part of it.  
You have not heard the News, the stubborn Greeks,  
Our command of the Paeloponesian Lord,  
With mighty Force regain our Conquests.  All. 
O then for certain, she a Grecian Goddess,  
Invoaked by their prayers, for to descend in Charms, upon our Emperor's spirits  
Come, let us go, and pluck her from his Arms,  
And burn her unto ashes; and strew her in the Air  
For the enjoyment of the Bawdy Wind.  2 
Nay first behold the effect of this same News upon him.  Cap. 
Let it be so; and for this time let us return.  Exeunt Ca●t. and janissaries, Manent Bashaws. Nat. 
Well! forthwith we must assemble.  3 
But had you seen what an Assembly here was now,  Enter Nat. to them. 
The janissaries, all in mutinous Arms, going unto the Palace  
For fury, we have stopped for present.  Enter Anatolia to them. Nat. 
Well! these Tumults will awake him:  
And till I see you, farewel.  Exeunt omnes at several doors. Enter Mahomet to Irene. Mah. 
Harsh News, my Love:  
Your unbridled Colts of Greece, not brooking yoke,  
Act to disquiet my tranquillity and peace,  
And lame the greatness of my dear Enjoyments of thee.  
But it shall not be so; thou'st go with me unto the Grecian Empire,  
And there be crowned the Empress of thy Native Soil.  Irene. 
No: my dear Lord:  
I'll be no warrior: the iron-side of stern-looked warriors  
Are frightful Objects to my tender sight:  
Oh now I hope the horror of my night is past.  Aside. Mah. 
Thou'st not be troubled with them,  
The effeminated Court shall wait on thee.  Irene. 
But, great my Lord,  
If I am found in favour in your sight,  
Do not revive my swooned grief,  
Not bring the horrid Object.  
Of my demolished country in my sight;  
For if you do, I am so much Mother,  
That you will find your Nuptials  
But a patient Funeral:  
For these my Eyes, that else would sparkle invitation  
Will all be blubbered up in tears;  
And these my silk Embraces  
Incenter Melancholy: So that you'll find me  
Little to surpass the breathless corpse  
That lie in the cold Jaws of Death.  Mah. 
The weighty Reasons of so great a Friend  
Cannot be gainsaid.  Aside. Irene. 
Oh! Happy now,  
Thanks, great my Lord,  
You know I am still at your desires  
When you return.  
Thou'●t hardly be so, soon;  
For e'er the silent time flit by two hours,  
I'll be with thee.  
I have subdued the noble parts of your great Realm,  
And now will with my Agent' op the extreamet parts.  Exit. Manet Irene soon. 
Now let disloyal mutiny force him from hence,  
Or lad destruction's like to seize on me, poor hopeless Girl;  
That have no other Cordial now, but what proceeds from the rele●less world:  
Oh their inconstant breath must sentence forth my weal or wot:  
I'll send to see which turns my Scale;  
Go haste, and see the issue of the Court:  Enter an Eunuch. 
Return with speed.  Exit Eunuch. 
Oh how my poor tossed Soul, flits on the angry surface of Calami●y;  
And how the restless Waves of my continue grief works in suspense,  
Against my poor floating Bark.  
I wonder that my Eunuch stays so long.  
Welcome the issue of the business.  Enter the Eunuch. 
Now Dear prepare yourself to take your last farewell of joy.  Aside. Eun. 
The issue holds you forth a glorious Bride.  Irene. 
And art thou sure he's full determined for to stay.  Eun. 
Yes certainly, and in that full resolve  
He hath dismissed the grumbling Court, and straight he will be here.  
My Lord, my Loyal Lord,  Exit Eun. 
My dear Paeologus, didst thou but know the exigent that I am in?  
That winged from Hungary, but sad, my now despairing thoughts,  
Like my grim Fares, persuade me to my last farewell:  
My huge coagulated griefs are far too great  
For one day's task: for if to morrow  
By that the Lamp of Heaven, descend the certain Horizon  
If thou, thou Sun of my delight appear not.  
I'll crowd myself in the dark yawning grave,  
And mourn in quiet:  
So now Death in his horrid shape appears.  Mah. 
Come, come, my Love,  Enter the Emperor. 
The flame of my desire  
Hath scattered into air these interweaving Clouds.  Irene. 
Even so I do behold myself:  Mah. 
Come, let us talk of our approaching delight.  
And so deceive the time.  Irene. 
Not so my Lord, for they're so sweet,  
That time would, ravished, stop to hear them.  Mah. 
Still contrary:  
Well! You serve to gloss the enjoyment.  Enter a Mes. 
What news?  Mes. 
Great Sir, Anatolia courts an entrance here without.  Mah. 
Anatolia may command it; go haste him in:  
I wonder what his pregnant Wit doth labour of.  Exit Mes. Irene. 
Well! I'll withdraw my Lord.  Exit Irene. Mah. 
Command thy liberty.  
Come on Anatolia.  Enter Nato. 
Methinks thou swells with some great tidings.  Nato. 
My mighty Lord,  He falls down. 
I am fallen for your Rise,  
Had I disloyally affected renovation,  
I might have pearkt the pinnacle of Rule,  
And spurned you in forgotten dust:  
I need not desperately have rifled the Lion of his prey,  
But slightly couchant, have surprised him:  
Pardon my boldness, my passions high  
Rains me at pleasure:  
Where's that great Spirit, that awed the Fates  
And cowed the world?  
What is it shrunk in fear,  
To hide itself within a Lady's Lap?  
Or do you think that the mistaken world  
Will attribute this Imperial Conquest unto you?  
Who, in your greatest might,  
Could not withstand a whining fit of love:  
Your new acquired name,  
In after-ages shall be razed  
From dreadful Chronicles,  
And registered in frothy birth of working brains:  
And your great Deeds shall be a winter's tale  
For downy boys, and puny Wenches:  
O mighty Prince! I dread the event of this same lethargy;  
For while your charmed senses  
Snort in security,  
Your active and great Commanders  
Plot dreadful actions.  
If this that's spoke be kindly taken, 'tis enough:  
If not, too much.  Mah. 
Unreverend Villain!  
Thou hast sufficiently begged death.  
I could afford to make thee feel I sleep not,  
But ancient Love pleads some respect:  
Therefore I'll favour thee with Banishment;  
From henceforth see my face no more.  
Go instantly, Depart the Limits of my Power;  
For if thou dost but stay to bid farewell unto thy friends;  
For this neglects, of my command, thou diest.  Nat. 
Great Sir, Let me but stay a day  
To pack some things for my relief abroad.  Mah. 
No: they may come after you.  Nat. 
Then gracious Prince farewel;  
I still will wish your Reformation.  Enter the janissaries, in mutiny ●owards the Palace. Exit Nato: and the Emperor. Enter to them two Bashaws. All. 
Great Lords, we need no longer groan in expectation,  
We see the dire Resolve:  
The froward fancios of a woman must snaffle us:  
By the great Mahomet, we will not suffer it:  
He's give her up a Sacrifice for our Revenge;  
Or we will force her from him.  2 
Are your Resolves no fouler?  All. 
By the hairy scalp of our great Fathers  
We wish his standing;  
And only him, to pull this Witching Charm  
From his ren●wned bosom.  Enter a Gentleman to them. Gent. 
A very lamentable—  
Surprised my sight as I came here,  
That mighty man of war Anatolia,  
Drived by the gusts of his own sighs,  
Sailed in the brackish Sea of's own Creation from Turkey.  1. 
From Turkie● declare the aenigma.  Gent. 
Banished?, I mean.  All. 
The great Anatolia banished  
Go Sir, we beg,  To an Officer. 
And tell the Emperor, that we in arms  
Attend his presence at the Palace Gates,  
And needs must see him.  
Declare the manner, Sir:  Exit a Gent 
For what!  Gent. 
The zeal of Loyal Love  
Emboldened him, to tell the Emperor of his state:  
But the bewitching flames of Lust  
But n●d all his weighty Reasons into chalk,  
Which with his Self must, banished, roam the World.  All. 
Fie on't, there's not a head in Turkey  
Fi●t so sure, which reels not with a sigh  
Of this same idle Whore:  
Come, let us antidote this poison.  Exeunt omnes to the Palace. Enter the Messenger to Mahomet. Gent. 
Great emperor,  
The troubled janissaries all in Arms  
Attend your presence at the Palace Gates.  M●h. 
What means the unwarranted Assembly of them?  
Well! I'll go to them.  Exit Mahomet with his Guard. Enter soldiers, as before the Palace. All. 
Well! did he know he kissed his last,  
And courted his farewell:  
He'd 〈◊〉 our expectation:  
But soft! he mounts the Battlement.  Enter Mahomet, as on the Wall. Mah. 
How now! What mean these postures  
Of Disloyalty and Treason?  All. 
What mean these curled Dangles and Perfumes,  
They speak some od●riserous Sacrifice, and must not be in vain:  
Bring forth that witchlike Saint,  
That with her Charms poisons thy blood:  
We'll lose thee from enchantments,  
By the destroying her.  Mah. 
Imperious Villains! for the best life that breathes amongst you,  
By your base sultry breath stain her perfection:  
Slaves, what hath she done deserves it?  
Must she be murdered because I love her?  All. 
She hath fettered your heroic spirits,  
Impriso●'d your freedom,  
And even reduced you to a sluggish carelessness;  
Caused brave Natolia's banishment,  
Because he sought for to reclaim you.  Mah. 
'Tis false:  
She never knew the Conference as yet;  
Much less his Banishment:  
'Twas his unreverened impudence that caused it.  All. 
It was no impudence, great Sir:  
'Twas his zeal of love,  
Ingratefully rewarded,  
Caused through respect of her.  
This day shall see the dissolution of her, and her enchantments.  
We know we shall be thanked,  
When you become yourself:  
Therefore pardon our rudeness.  Mah. 
Patience, I'●e send for her:  They offer violence to the Gates. 
Ah! ah! pure innocent;  
Why doth not every thing that pleads  To a Gent. Go fetch my Love unto her Funeral. 
Non-guilty,  
Appear like Espine Plants,  Exit a Gent. 
While their great Queen ascends her direful Scaffold:  
Methinks that mighty Rouf an emblem of her,  
Should crush together,  
With destruction on her Foes: But soft! she's yonder!  
Oh how all murderous thoughts  
Creep back with fear at her approach.  Enter Irene. Irene. 
What will my mighty Lord?  Mah. 
The preservation of thy life.  Irene. 
Does any covet an improfitable Clod?  Mah. 
Oh! oh! my Soul.  
Sad Funerals still succeed a Nuptial Dream:  
Thou harm●esly enjoyed the Wedlock thoughts of pleasure,  
While sullen Brains bring Death to be thy Bridegroom:  
Look o'er and see the Dogs of Death,  
That do pursue so sweet a Game.  She looks o'er. All. 
Oh gilt-temptation!  Irene. 
Oh Fates! Is my weak limbs  
A subject for your great Revenge?  
Well! well! my colour's past; my period draws fast on, ●  
And I must down to dust  
And loathsomeness, return to a none-being.  
Great Sir! Who's my prepared Butcher?  Mah. 
Thy Butcher:  
That word murders my Soul-deep perplexity;  
I'll speak to them again.  
Inhuman Wretches! On your allegiance pass: let her alone,  
I'll stop the gap, betwixt her, and your base Revenge.  All. 
Mad men must be madly dealt with.  Mah. 
Stop your unreverend proceedings,  They rush open the Gates, part enter, with swords drawn. 
She's not for common Butchers:  
This my own hand shall give enlargement to her Soul,  
To tower the Heavens to invoke revenge upon your murderous heads.  Irene. 
Well! I am prepared a Sacrifice of Reconciliation  
Betwixt you, and your imperious Camp,  
Oh! oh! my dear Paeologus;  
Thou little knowest I lip the grave,  All aside. 
And have not now a friend in all the World  
For to receive my dying words.  
Oh my dear love! that I might melt into thy bosom:  
Oh now!  
I feel the chillness of cold Death seize on my yielding spirits:  
I will go slumber, and not see the fatal blow of my Decease:  
Farewell Paeologus: My dearest Lord for ever now adieu.  Mah. 
Not once farewell to me, my Soul,  She 'swounds. 
Farewell to thee:  
O had thou but looked,  
I never could have struck this fatal blow.  All. 
To a●mes, our  
Emperor is himself, with his Falchion ●overs head and body.  Mah. 
O damnatio●, Villains,  
I am myself indeed:  
For you have rifled me of the sweet addi●ion,  
And now in all myself,  
I cannot find one thought of comfort,  
For to please myself.  
Well! Revenge and Fury be my Conducts now;  
I'll send the Royal Spirits of slaughtered Princes to attend her.  
Bring in that great perfection,  
That such honour may be laid in dust.  Exit Mah. Then exeunt omnes. Then enter with the corpse; as to them a Gentleman. Gent. 
Shines not the fair Irene here.  One. 
She did of late:  
But Death defaced that beauty now,  
Behold her breathless corpse,  
By her pare Spirits forsaken ●.. born there.  Gent. 
I beseech you Sir, the fatal Story.  The other. 
The great content the Emperor took in her,  
Made him lay by the great Affairs of State to court her:  
At which the imperious soldiers high incensed,  
Forced his unwilling hand to part her head and body.  Gen. 
Were they married?  The oath. 
Oh no! she kept alou●e:  
But should the morrow been a Royal Bride.  Gent. 
Oh sad! my Errand's done:  
I an unwelcome messenger must now return,  
Farewell, sweet Sir.  Exit. Enter the Lord Paeologus, at the appointed place before the Walls. Paeo. 
I wonder our dull Post exceeds the lazy time,  
I am wearied with the tosses of this tedious night,  
And fain would see my Sun.  1 
I do discover one.  2 
Soft! it bears resemblance of our expectation.  3 
'Tis certain none but he.  Daem. 
Hum! Methinks his looks speak horrible destruction.  Paeo. 
Oh! and alas!  Enter Gent. 
What mean these News?  
That toss thy tongue from Order,  
And shakes the frame of thy composed Spirits:  
Oh dead! I need not bid thee speak;  
I read me senseless in thy look;  
Yet of the manner give me satisfaction.  Gent. 
The pure Soul of fair Irene,  
Hath now acquired its proper centre.  Paeo. 
Oh! oh! Does that bald Tyrant  
In secret Clay, reap her sweet corpse.  
Oh! my dear Love, whose presence made delight,  
Must thou be rotting in the irksome Grave,  
The food of loath'ome Worms:  
Sith I in the Air enjoy the light of Phoebus.  
Oh no! There was inherent simplicity in us:  
I know her Soul in restless expectation doth remain,  
Therefore, I will not now, as hereto, brook a delay●  
Demosthenes, thank thou these noble Gentlemen,  
For their true pains in this lost labour:  
For now the life and soul of all my spirits,  
Press to acquire their centre, and rack me fearfully:  
Go thou relentless Steel,  
And spur them forth:  
Come, come, my Soul,  He with a Dagger stabs himse'f. 
Although our bodies, separate for ever, moulder in the dust:  
Our Spirits shall conjoin.  
Oh! oh! my Love, I haste.  Dyes. 1 
Oh doleful Tragedy●  
I did not dream this point.  2 
I wonder where unseen  
He wore the fatal Steel.  Daem. 
I was inseparable in life,  
And will not be disjoined in death.  
Oh! oh!  He stretches himself close down by the corpse, and with the same Dagger kills himself. All. 
Oh! Loyal Servant!  Dyes. 
This is a Spectacle of like Woe  
To that of Juliet, and her Romeo.  Exeunt omnes. 
FINIS.