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Enter Isaacke, Mesithes, Mustapha.
Mesith.
Mischiefe on mischiefe, all our hopes are dead,
Slaine in the haplesse fall of Selymus.

Mustapha
I thinke the deuills fought for Baiazet
And all the infernall haggs; how could he else
With a confused army, and halfe slaine,
Breake the well-ordered rancks of a strong foe?

Mesith.
And vnexpected to—now Isaacke! what
Sadly repenting for thy last misdeeds.
Plots and conspiracies against thy Prince?
Faith we must hang together—

Isaacke.
Good Mesithes
'Tis nothing so: they say Achomates
Disdaining to be mockt out of his hopes,
And most desired possession of the Crowne,
Ha's in contempt of Baiazet and all,
Slaine the Ambassador, and vowes revenge
On euery guilty agent in his wrong.

Mustaph.
I lookt for that; and therefore first shranke back,
VVhen Baiazet made choyce of one to send
On such a thankelesse errand as that was.

Mesith.
Grant the report be true: what's that to vs?

Isaack
Fame in mine eare nere blab'd a sweeter tale,
This shall redeeme our lowd dejected hopes,
To their full height, no more; be it my charge,
To chase out the event—whats this comes here?

Mustaph.
Vpon my life, the body of the slaine
Ambassador.

Enter the Ambassadors followers with the dead body
Mesith.
'Tis so.

Isaacke
VVe greet your friends,
And your sad spectacle.

Followers.
Tis sad enough
To banish peace and patience, from each breast
That owes true loyalty to Baiazet.

Isaacke
And so it shall; lay downe the iniur'd corps.
Achomates ha's wrong'd his Fathers loue,
To grosly, in the murder euen of him
That bore his sacred person, and should stand
Inviolably honor'd by the law
Of men and nations,
But here comes Baiazet.

Enter Baiazet and Cherseogles.
Baia.
A tragicke spectacle? whose trunke is this?

Follow.
The body of your slaine Ambassador.

Baia.
Slaine? by what cursed violence? what slaue
Durst touch the man that represented me?

Follow.
Achomates.

Baia.
Achomates?

Follow.
The same
Highly displeas'd with the vnexpected newes
Of a deniall from the peoples mouth,
His reason slipt in fury, and contempt
Hath thus abus'd your gracious Majesty.
Withall, he threatned to maintaine this sinne
With force of armes, and so resolu'd to winne
Your Crowne, without such tarriance—

Baia.
Oh! no more,
I am vnfortunate in all my blood.
Hath he thus guerdon'd my faire promises,
My dayly sweat and care, to further him,
And fix him in the paradise of joy?
Nations cry out for vengeance of this fact,
I'le scourge this blacke impiety to hell.
Muster our forces to the vtmost man,
Once more I'le bury this my aged corps
In steely armour, and my coloured crest
Like a bright starre shall sparkle out reuenge
Before the rebels faint amazed eyes.
Loose not a minute, Bassaes hence, be gone
The chance of warre, or resolutely die.
Feare no crosse blow, for with this hand I moue
The wheele of Fate: and each successe shall runne
Euen with our pleasures, till our hopes are spun
Vp to their full perfection, this dayes light
That lookes so cheerefully, shall see as bright
As it, my crowne and glory.
Makes a stand.
As they march on, enter Isaack Bassa.
What stranger's this? my blessed Genius haunts me.
Isaack I take thee in with open loue.
What speakes thy Presence?

Isaack.
Good newes to Selymus.

Selym.
From whom?

Isaack.
From Baiazet.

Selym.
'Tis strange if good.

Isaack.
And full as good as strange. March quickly hence.
I'le tell you as we walke; if constant Chance
Smile on our project e're this Sunne goe downe,
We may salute you with a glorious Crowne.

Selym.
I follow euen to death. Grand Mars to thee
I'le build an Altar if thou prosper me.

Exeunt.