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Scena Tertia,

Isaack.
Death, and the furies plunge the obsequious slaues,
Would he have joyn'd with vs? we would haue kept
Corcutus high, and honoured, where he sits
In spight of a whole hoast of Baiazets.

Musta.
Me thinkes your power might haue bin greater farre
Ouer Achmetes, one adict to you
By no lesse bond of dutie, then the sonne
Is to the father:

Isa.
Mustapha Ile tell you
Had not my daughter beene espoused to him,
I had nam'd his death, and by some plot
Work't him a quicke destruction long e'r this;
Now let vs temporize with Baiazet;
Yet keepe thy nature ever, and be true
To thine owne profit; Fortune may aduance
Some other Prince, worth both thy loue and mine.

Musta.
Weele stay her leasure,

Isaack
See more Harpies gathered to catch a Crowne,
O tis a charming baite.

Exit vterque.
Enter Mahomete, Achmetes, Selinus.
Mahom.
Me thinks these City walles smile on our entrance,
As if they knew great Baiazets three sonnes,
Were come to grace their beautie.

Sel.
But We should frowne
On them which harbor such blacke treasons, Well,
Were I great Baiazet, I'de ring a noyse
Of spightfull horrour, that should make the grovnd
Tremble beneath their weight at such a sound:
A younger sonne enthron'd an Emperour.

Achm.
Brother containe your selfe, come lets away,
To see the end that waits on this sad day.

Exeunt
As they goe Trizham and Mahomet, two other Sonnes of Baiazet goe to meete them.
Selin.
What Mahomet?

Achm.
And Trizham? heers a fight
Of one mans issue, Noble Baiazet,
Brothers we haue iumpt together?

Sel.
All save one,
And hee's a great deale better so alone.

Triz.
Corcutus t'is you meane, who though he raigne,
Aboue vs now, yet must fall backe againe,
Into our rancke, t'is Baiazet must rise,
And hee descend, such a report there flyes.

Exeunt.