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Scena Secunda.

Enter Baiazet and Trizham, and Mahomet his two sonnes.
Baia.
Alaready marcht so neere, Zemes make hast
To death, as if he long'd our wrath to tast.
Trizham, and Mahomet, it concernes you now,
To flie hence nimbly to your Provinces,
Zemes is come too neere vs to escape,
He cannot flye the ground whereon he treads,
But through your countreys, hast then, if she wars
Cracke not his threed of life, his flight will bee
When you may intercept it; if we presume
Only on bold Achmetes, and our selues,
In beds of downe supinely, sleepe at home,
Zemes may scape the tempest of our wrath.
Then we hope best, when each event we see,
Thwarted with their preventing policie.

Trizham.
Doubt not our hast and truth, he shall as soone
Breake through the fiery fabrick of the skies,
As through my Provinces:

Exit.
Maho.
Through hell as soone as mine.

Exit.
Baia.
Goe, I haue done my part; Mars and my fate
Give faire successe to my designed plot,
And Zemes is intrapt, already dead:
That hand secures me that strikes off his head.