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Scena Quinta.

Enter Selymus, Tartarian King. Attendants.
Tartar.
Goe on braue Prince; Lead on thy marshal'd troupes,
Degrade the Turkish Monarch, let him faint
At the deepe wounds, which thy reuengefull hand
Shall print vpon the bosome of his land.
Goe on; Me thinks I see Victoria sit
Triumphant on thy steely Burganet.

Exit Tartarian King.
Selym.
Farewell; now I will meete thee Baiazet
With a careere as free as if Heauens Ioue
Had bid me goe: bespeake the stoutest gods
To take thy part; tell them that thou must meete
A Selymus, who when the warres are done,
Will scale the Forts and Castles of the Sunne,
Breake vp the brazen gates of Acheron,
And bury Nature with the world together.
Captaines leade on; Now shall the sword and fire
By publique ruines crowne my iust desire.
Sleepe Hungary, I'le not breake off thy rest
With the vnwelcome Musick of my Drummes;
I'le turne the edge of my reuengefull sword
Vpon the bosome of my natiue soyle;
There dwels the motiue of my Tragick warres,
Whose ruthlesse sad Catastrophe shall wound
Posterity in vs: Infants shall mourne
Ouer their Fathers tombs as yet vnborne.
But who comes here? I'le meete him.
Noble Vize-roy.

Enter Cherseogles.
Cherseo.
Peace and health to Selymus.

Selym.
Health, but not peace, whilst yonder light can see
Mortalls, whom Turkish force could ne're subdue.

Cherseo.
Yet what if Baiazet our honour'd Lord
Bid you roule vp those flaxen signes of warre,
And sheath the sword drawne forth against his foe?
When duty sayes obey, what shall say no.

Selym
My courage and a proud contempt of all
Corriuall Nations, could send back a no,
Able to fright a Parliament of gods.
It could so: but if Baiazet gaine-say
My plumy valour flags, my thoughts gaue way.

Cherseo
Then thus he wills you to discard your force,
And send the black Tartarians to their home,
Withall averring the Hungarian foe
(Against whose power, you haue summon'd Armes)
Is full of strength and power, ne're oppos'd
Without the bitter downefall of our side.
Nor would the worlds great Monarch Baiazet
Empaire his fame so much, as to be sayd,
He tam'd a Foe by Tartars borrowed ayd.

Selym.
Ha: I am vilely non-plust. Courteous Vize-roy
Returne our duty back to Baiazet,
Euen in the humblest termes wit can inuent,
Tell him he hath a sonne of that high spirit,
As doth detest a cowardly retreat.
Were all the dead Heroes of our foes
All that are now, and all that are to come
Met in one age, I'de face them drum to drum.
Bid our deare Father be secure of me
And my proceedings: then true valour shines
Most bright, when busied in the great'st designes.
Is not this answere faire?

Cherseo.
Most true: and yet
'Twill proue distastfull.

Selym.
No, it cannot be:
If there be too much valour in this breast,
Blame him that plac't it there, euen Baiazet.
My vertues and my bloud, are both deriu'd
From his first influence, and I must either hate
Disgracefull calumn's, or degenerate.

Cherseo.
All this I'le tell your Father, yet hee'le rest
As much vnsatisfied as at the first,
He will expect the head-strong pride of youth
Should strike low sayle to his graue providence.

Selym.
And so it shall: sage Vize-roy I obey,
And reuerence his counsell more, then feare
An host of armed foes: tell him I'le come
To his Court gates with neither man nor drum.

Cherseo.
I'le tell it him with ioy, which when he heares,
Hee'le be disburden'd of a thousand feares.

Selym.
Remember my just duty: 'tis no matter,
I will retaine that till I come my selfe.
I am not out-reach'd yet by all these trickes,
My hopes are farther strong, I'le to the Court
With a close martch, in no submissiue sort,
And steale vpon them: Instantly I goe
To meete my Father, but a subtill foe.

As he goes out, a Messenger meetes him, giues him the Letters.
Messen.
Good health to Selymus.

Selym
Good health: From whom?

Messen.
Isaack, Mesithes, Mustapha salute you.

Selym.
Opens the Letters.
Descants.
Reades second.
Reads.

Yours Isaack Bassa.

Exit.