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Scena Sexta.

Enter Achmetes, and Caigubus his sonne.
Caigu.
I fear'd your safety and devoutly prayed
The sword of justice, which your hand did swaye,
Might be of conquering force.

Ach.
Thy prayers were heard
And I am here as safe as I went forth,
Vntouch't by the rough hands of desperate warre,
Nor did I once spie danger in the field,
But when I fronted Zemes, then there met
Two streames of valor, sith on vs was set
The chance of the whole combat, others stood
Expecting which of vs should loose his blood:
But heaven was just, and to compose the strife,
This sword at one sad blow tooke thence his life.

Caig.
The heavens were iust indeed, but who comes heere,
Isaack, Mesithes, and Baiazets three sonnes,

Enter Isaack, Mesithes, Mahometes, Achomates, Selymus.
Ach.
They come to gratulate my late successe,
I see their errand foulded in their smiles,
How cheerefully they looke vpon my ioyes,

Omnes.
All happines attend Achmetes.

Ach.
Thankes Noble friends, how fares the Emperor.

Isaack.
Well by your guard, and he hath sent vs now,
All to invite your presence to a feast,
We must be frolike, and this following night,
Shall Crowne your joy with revels and delight,
Or else deprive thy soule of that good light.

aside
Ach.
We must be frolicke Captaines, thinke not then
On my loud drummes, and staring trumpeters,
Such whose strong lungs roare out a bellowing voyce,
Would make a man daunce Antick in the fire,
Weele haue a choicer musique, and my feete,
Shall tread a neater march, then such harsh straines
Can teach them, with more pleasure, and lesse paines.
Since it hath pleas'd the Emperor to grace
Our slender merrits thus: we shall be there,
To taste his bountie.

Mes.
Weele lead on before.

Ach.
Ile follow you.

Isa.
Ne'r to returne more,
aside

Exeunt omnes, Manent, Achmetes, and Caigabus.
Ach.
I am happy aboue envie, and my state,
Not to be thwarted with iniurious fate,
I could disburden all my jealous thoughts,
And shake that currish vice supition, off
From my sincere affection, I haue wrong'd
Sure I haue wrong'd thee Isack thy chast loue,
Cloakes not intended mischiefe, blacke deceit
Cannot lie hid vnder so pure a white,
But it would cast a coloured shadow out,
Through such a slender vayle, thy generous thoughts,
Nourish no base detraction; thy free loue
Thy profest actions, say t'were no just fate
That good mens deedes should die by ill mens hate.

Caig.
Pray heaven they doe not.

Ach.
feare not, I am guest
To Baiazet, expected at the feast,

Exeunt