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Scæna tertia.
Enter Asambeg, Mustapha, Aga, Capiaga.Asambeg.
Your pleasure,
Mus.
T'will exact your priuate eare,
And when you haue receiude it, you will thinke
Too many know it.
Exeunt Aga, Capiaga.
Asambeg.
Leaue the roome, but bee
Within our call. Now sir, what burning secret brings you
(With which it seemes you are turnde Cynders)
To quench in my aduise, or power?
Mustapha.
The fire
Will rather reach you.
Mee?
Musta.
And consume both,
For tis impossible to be put out
But with the blood of those that kindle it:
And yet one viall of it is so pretious,
It being borrow'd from the Ottoman spring,
That better tis I thinke, both vve should perish
Then proue the desperate meanes that must restraine it,
From spreading further.
Asam.
To the poynte, and quickely.
These vvinding circumstances in relations
Seldome enuiron truth.
Musta.
Truth Asambeg?
Asam.
Truth Mustapha. I sayd it, and adde more
You touch vpon a string that to my eare,
Do's sound Donusa.
Musta.
You then vnderstand
Who tis I aime at.
Asam.
Take heed Mustapha,
Remember what she is, and whose we are;
Tis her neglect perhaps, that you complaine of,
And should you practise to reuenge her scorne,
With any plot to taynt her in her honor,
Musta.
Heare mee.
Asam.
I will be heard first, there's no tongue
A subiect owes, that shall out thunder mine.
Musta.
Well take your way.
Asam.
I then againe repeate it
If Mustapha dares with malitious breath
(On iealous suppositions) presume
To blast the blossome of Donusas Fame
Because he is denide a happinesse
Which men of equall, nay of more desert,
Haue su'd in vaine for.
Musta.
More?
Asam.
More. Twas I spake it,
The Basha of Natolia and my selfe
More Victories, more Trophies, to pleade for vs
To our great Master, then you dare lay claime to,
Yet still by his allowance she was left
To her election, each of vs ow'd nature
As much for outward forme, and inward vvorth
To make vvay for vs to her grace and fauour,
As you brought with you. We vvere heard, repuls'd
Yet thought it no dishonour to sit downe,
With the disgrace; if not to force affection,
May merit such a name.
Musta.
Haue you done yet?
Asa.
Be therfore more then sure the ground on which
You rayse your accusation, may admit
No vndermining of defence in her,
For if with pregnant and apparent proofes
Such as may force a iudge, more then inclin'd
Or partiall in her cause to sweare her guilty;
You win not me to set off your beleefe,
Neither our ancient friendship, nor the rites,
Of sacred hospitality (to which
I would not offer violence) shall protect you:
Now vvhen you please.
Must.
I will not dwell vpon
Much circumstance, yet cannot but professe
With the assurance of a loyalty,
Equall to yours, the reuerence I owe,
The Sultan, and all such his blood makes sacred;
That there is not a veyne of mine vvhich yet is
Vnemptied in his seruice, but this moment
Should freely open, so it might vvash off
The staynes of her dishonor, could you thinke?
Or though you saw it credit your owne eyes?
That she, the wonder and amazement of
Her sex, the pride, and glory of the empire,
That hath disdain'd you, sleighted me, and boasted
A frozen coldnesse which no appetite,
Be hurried vvith the violence of her lust,
As in it burying her high birth and fame,
Basely descend to fill a Christians armes
And to him yeeld her Virgin honour vp,
Nay sue to him to take't.
Asam.
A Christian?
Must.
Temper
Your admiration: and vvhat Christian thinke you?
No Prince disguis'd; no man of marke, nor honour,
No daring vndertaker in our seruice,
But one vvhose lips her foote should scorne to touch,
A poore Mechanicke-Pedler.
Asam.
Hee?
Must.
Nay more,
Whom doe you thinke she made her scout, nay baude,
To finde him out but me? What place makes choyce of
To wallow in her foule and lothsome pleasures,
But in the pallace? Who the instruments
Of close conueyance, but the captaine of
Your gard the Aga, and that man of trust
The warden of the inmost port? I'll proue this,
And though I fayle to shew her in the act,
Glew'd like a neighing Gennet to her Stallion,
Your incredulity shall be conuinc'd
With proofes I blush to thinke on.
Asam.
Neuer yet,
This flesh felt such a feuer, by the life
And fortune of great Amurath, should our prophet
(Whose name I bow to) in a vision speake this,
T'would make me doubtfull of my faith: leade on,
And when my eies, and eares, are like yours, guilty,
My rage shall then appeare, for I will doe
Something; but what, I am not yet determin'd.
Exeunt.
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