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Scæna Vltima.

Asambeg, Mustapha, Ianizaries.
Asam
Excuse me Mustapha, though this night to me
Appeare as tedious as that treble one
Was to the world, when Ioue on faire Alcmena
Begot Alcides. Were you to encounter
Those rauishing pleasures, which the slow pac'd howres
(To me they are such) bar me from, you would
With your continued wishes striue to impe
New feathers to the broken wings of Time
And chide the amorous Sun, for too long dalliance
In Thetis watry bosome.

Musta.
You are to violent
In your desires, of which you are yet vncertaine
Hauing no more assurance to enioy 'em
Then a weake womans promise, on vvhich vvisemen
Faintely relye.

Asam.
Tush she is made of truth
And vvhat she says she vvill doe, holds as firme.
The chamber shot off.
As laws in brasse that know no change, what's this?
Some new prize broght in sure. Why are thy looks
So ghastly. Villaine speake.

Enter Aga.
Aga.
Great sir heare me
Then after kill me, vve are all betrayde,
The false Grimaldi suncke in your disgrace
With his confederates, haue seas'd his ship
And those that garded it stow'd vnder hatches
With him the condemn'd Princesse, and the Marchant
That vvith a ladder made of ropes descended
From the blacke Tower in which he was inclos'd,
And your fayre mistresse,

Asam.
Ha!

Aga.
With all their trayne
And choysest iewels are gone safe aboard,
Their sayles spread forth and with a fore-gale
Leauing our cost, in scorne of all pursuite
As a farewell they shew'd a broad side to vs.

Asam.
No more.

Musta.
Now note your confidence.

Asam.
No more.
O my credulity! I am too full
Of griefe, and rage to speake. Dull, heauy foole
Worthy of all the tortures that the frowne
Of thy incensed Master can throw on thee
Without one mans compassion, I will hide
This head among the desarts, or some caue
Fil'd with my shame and me, where I alone
May dye without a partner in my mone.

Exeunt.