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Scena Quarta.

Enter Mahometes, Achomates, Selymus three of Baiazets sonnes.
Sely.
Indeed we may be thought vpon in time,
When there be Countries more then there be men,
We may get some preferment: sit at home
And proue good boyes, and please our father well.
My thoughts are two vnbridled, Baiazet,
aside
I neither can, nor will endure thy curbe,
My comprest valor like a strangled fire.
Breakes out in violent flames, and I must rule.
Trizham and Mahomet are slipt in hast
Each to their seuerall Prouince, we must stay,
That are their Elders for another day;
This Court will proue our scaffold where vve stand
Plac't in the eye of angry Baiazet:
Who thvvarts him in his fury is but dead,
And in that passions heate, off goes his head.
I must not liue thus.

Maho.
I could bee content,
He feares not death, vvhose thoughts are innocent.

Sely.
I thanke you brother, then belike some crimes
Lye heauy on my conscience, and I feare,
Vnlesse I shift my station, 'twill be knowne;
You thinke well of me kind Mahometes.

Maho.
As well as of a brother I can thinke.
If by a rash applying to your selfe,
My words haue beene distastfull, blame not me.

Sely.
Can I applie them then vnto my selfe?
Am I so loose in manners? by heauen and earth,
Thou shalt repent this deepelie.

Ach.
Stop that oath,
Brothers agree, or walke hence but along
Into my garden, where each springing hearbe
Smiles on my faire content, there you shall see,
How flowers of one stocke, so twisted are,
One in the others twinings, that they shew,
One stands by th'others helpe, both ioyntly grow;
These shall suffice your quarrels to remooue,
And dumbe examples teach a liuely loue.

Maho.
Come let vs goe.

Exeunt Mahomates, and Achomates.
Sely.
Straight I will follow you.
Away fond wretches, ô that every breast
Were of so dull a temper as you two.
But who come's heere?
Enter Corcutus
Brother Corcutus whither are you bent,
What from the Court so soone?

Corcu.
My father bids,
I goe to vndertake the charge, his loue
Hath throwne vpon me; That's rich Jonia.

Sely.
You goe to rule there?

Cor.
Yes:

Sely.
Heauens speede you well.

Cor.
Deare Selymus adiew.

Sel.
Brother farewel.
Exit Corcutus
Revenge and you, three furious twinnes of night,
Ascend vp to our theater of ill,
Plunge my black soule twice in your Stygian flood,
That by it's vertue it may be congeal'd,
And harden'd against remorse: Pluto enrich
My breast, with a diviner pollicie,
Then every trifling braine can reach vnto;
Ile fill the world with Treasons, and my wit
Shall put new tracts to death: Charon shall see,
His wastage still in vse by companie,
Sent thither by my care, o 'twill doe well,
To blast the earth with want, and furnish hell.

Exit.