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Scæn 4.

Amurath makes haste to the Bed, on a suddaine enter Schahin disguised like the Ghost of Orchanes father to Amurath.
Scahin.
Amurath, Amurath?

Amur.
Divel, Divel? What?
Dar'st thou appeare before an Angell (Fiend?)

Scah.
O Amurath, why doth intemperate Lust
Raging within thy furious youthfull veines,
Burst through thy fathers Tombe? Disturbe his soule?
Know, all the torments that the fabulous age
Dream't, did afflict deceased impious Ghosts,
Hartbiting-hunger, and soule-searching thirst,
The nere consumed, yet ever eaten prey
That the devouring Vulture feeds upon,
Are not such tortures as our off-springs crimes!
They, they sit heavy on us, and no date
Makes our compassionate affection cease.
O thou hereditary Vlcer, hearke
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 crowne:
My enterprise surpast the boundlesse Sea,
Cutting the churlish Waves of Hellespont,
When the flood stood which wind for to obey!
Euxinum groan'd beneath my burdenous Ships;
I was the first of all the Turkish Kings
That Europe knew, and the fond Christians plague
What coward blood ran flowing in my veines,
When thou wert first begot: who marrest all
Thy Fathers acts, by thy untam'd desires,
Wherefore with Stygian curses I will lade thee
First, may she prove a Strumpet to thy Bed
Be her lips poyson, and let her loose embrace,
Be venemous as Scorpions! If she conceiv'd,
A Generation from thee, let it be
As ominous as thou hast beene to me!
Rebellious to thy Præcepts, printing cares,
Vpon thy aged browes, O may they prove,
As Faeries for to lash thee in thy rest!
But Amurath, if thou canst quench this flame,
If thou wilt cut this Gordian thred, and rend hence,
That putrid Wenne which cleaves unto thy flesh,
Be all thine actions prosperous! Mahomet,
Shall be auspitious unto each designe;
Fortune to shew thee favour shall be proud,
Farewell! if that men doe speake last, before
They dye, take root, then dead mens should take more.
Exit Scahin.

Amur.
What art thou vanisht? Know (thou carefull spright)
Thou shalt no sooner pierce the wandring Clouds
With unperceived flight, than my resolue
Shall expiate my former Vanity!
Looke on thy sonne thou (aery intellect)
And see him sacrifice to thy command!
Now Titan turne thy breathing curses backe!
Start hence bright day, a sable Cloud invade
This Vniversall Globe, breake every prop,
And every hindge that doth sustaine the Heavens:
For straight must dye a woman, I have named
A crime, that may accuse all Nature guilty.
The Sexe wisely considered, deserves a death;
For thinke this (Amurath) this woman may,
Prostrate her delicate and Ivory limbes,
To some base Page, or Scul, or shrunk up Dwarf:
Or let some Groome lye feeding on her lips,
She may devise some mishapen trick,
To satiate her goatish Amurath,
And from her bended knees at Meditation,
Be taken by some slave toth' deepe of Hell!
Th'art a brave Creature, wert thou not a woman:
Tutor! Come! thou shalt see my well-kept vow,
And know my hate, which saw me dote but now:
Schahin! Eurenoses! Captaines ho!