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ACT. V.

Enter Thomazo and Dorello.
Dorel.
The Bassa's Kindness to me still Continues,
Nay, rather is increas'd by knowing me.
But yet I can't prevail to see the Ladies.
Enter Mutantrope, They sign to one another.
But see your little Traitor,—is your Tongue
Cut out?—it is no matter, you deserv'd it—
Nay, you do well, to own your fault,
There is no trusting such a Rogue as you.
If I had any business—wou'd you indeed—
Then let me see Udoxia, or Calista—
How! Calista in such favour! where's Irene then?
Thou art a lying Rogue, I still perceive—
Oh Villain, dar'st thou swear so false a thing?
As that the Sultan does not know Irene?—

Thom.
Can only such a Traitor speak the truth?
And all Man-kind be lyars? yet, methinks
The vertue of Irene, does make me hope it.

Dorel.
If this you swear, be true, then bring my Friend
And me to see Irene—If you're forsworn
Expect a greater judgment then you have—
Well, wee'l try your faith.

Ex. Mutant.
Thom.
The Boy is strangly earnest; sure he cannot
Be such a Villain to invent all this?
'Tis possible the subtle Chancellor
Contriv'd, that Fame might say it was Irene,
Lest his Intelligence might be suspected.

Dorel.
I can't tell, what to think; there's no design
The Boy can have—is worth his Perjury,
Except he wholly does delight in False-hood.

Thom.
To see Irene, and see her true, will be
Some few Degrees beyond felicitie.

Exeunt.
Enter Synan.
Synan.
She threatens now: what a rank Ass was I
To bring ambitious Beauty 'bout my Prince,
This Poison is for Irene—
I'm confident,—but Lady look about you,
We Statesmen have our tricks; 'tis well I did not
Inform her Father that it was her self,
And not the fair Irene the Sultan dotes on,
Did he but know it, we soon should have bin here:
His Politick Pate wou'd still Solicite Bowstrings
Might be presented us, that vacant places
Might be dispos'd by him,—but to his greif,
Both he and all men else, think 'tis Irene.

Enter Calista, Irene, Udoxia, and Mutes, one Carrying a Cup of Poison, th'other Bowstrings.
Calist.
No! I'le cut off my fears, their hopes and thine
All at one blow.

Synan.
Consider but the Crime!

Calist.
No Synan, you mistake that charming Face
Which in dead colours first bewitch'd my Lord,
Shall not remain for you to shew a line,
From that design Springs all your Piety.

Synan.
If you fear that, then spare this other Lady;
Why Madam, must she dye?

Calist.
For sweet revenge,
She did upbraid me, with my Fathers Nature
And now she'l find I have it thoroughly.

Udox.
I will not lose a Pray'r to ask thee Mercy,
Nor will I live after Irene is Dead.

Calist.
You shall never doubt it.

Irene.
Ah Calista!
Think of the pleasant hours we three have spent
In Childish sports together,—call to mind
How both of us have strove which most shou'd please you.

Calist.
Plead not our wanton Childish Tales to me,
I am a Woman, and do see the Danger
Of that bewitching Beauty you have got,
Therefore make haste and chuse your way of dying.

Irene.
Save but Udoxia's life, I'le call that Mercy,
And with my dying Breath beg pardon for you.

Udox.
Irene, ne're speak of that, give me the Cup,
I do defie all kindness from the Monster
Except you share it too—

Calist.
Bravely Resolv'd!
But do not drink it all, one half will serve;
I try'd it on a Slave, and he dy'd calmly,
Made no ill Faces as some people do.

Iren.
Come then, let's take our everlasting leaves
Of all our Sorrows here,—my thoughts begin
To prompt me it is brave to leave this world,
And all it's flattering, false, and painted joys,
Which do allure to real Miseries.
Udoxia, lead the way.

Udox.
Farewel Dorello.

She drinks and gives the Cup to Irene.
Iren.
And farewel now for ever my Thomazo.

Drinks.
Calist.
Curse on his Name, it staggers me a little;
But Love Adieu! and Tryumph my Revenge!
In thy first Conquest—Farewel Play-fellows.
Exit. Calist.

Synan.
Sure 'tis some Bodied Fury this, not Woman;
Ladies, you'l find your Deaths steal gently on you
Like a soft Sleep: but yet to shew I wou'd
Do any thing was in my power to serve you,
I'le send the little Traytor, Mutantrope
To find Dorello out, and bring him to you,

Udox.
May Heav'n reward your Charity, my Lord,
It is the only thing I'd wish on Earth.

Synan.
You shall not fail of that—now Mustapha,
Our Plot is Ripe to ruine this Medea.

Exit.
Iren.
Whither, dear Friend, are thou and I a going?

Udox.
To Heaven Irene.

Irene.
Heav'n is a great way off,
And though I doubt not, we shall soon reach thither,
Yet Nature shudders at the world of Miles
That Fancy says is thither—Ah Udoxia—
I hope we shall know one another there.

Udox.
I hope soo too—yet, what the pleasure is
Which happy Souls enjoy, I cannot guess,
But sure it won't be any thing like those
We do enjoy on Earth.

Irene.
Ay, there's the fright;
Methinks we're about to lose our selves,
And change to something else. Tho' what we know not?
But we shall ne're be We again I fear.

Udox.
Yet this we're certain of we can't be worse.
Enter Mutantrope, and observes them, then Exit.
Enter Dorello and Thomazo.
But see the Boy! I hope Dorello's coming.

Dorel.
It makes me happy I'm in your thoughts.

Vdox.
I'le own that nought on Earth could be so welcome.

Irene.
Nor to me neither except Prince Thomazo.

Thom.
That word in spight of Fortune makes me happy.

Iren.
Ah! do I see you Sir? Then welcome Death—

faints away.
Thom.
How's this! Irene! paleness sits on her lips.

Dorel.
The sudden Joy o'recame her—give her Breath,
She'l come to her self—

Vdox.
Never on Earth.

Thom.
What dreadful word is that? it pierc'd my Soul!

Vdox.
The strange Surprize did make the Poison work.

Dorel.
Poison!

Vdox.
Ay Sir, Calista Poison'd her.

Dorel.
Ah Horrid Deed! but see the Prince Sir, Sir,
I fear his Soul's not proof against this blow.

Thom.
Irene so Angry, that she will not speak!
Ha! Poison! Never! I will not have Calista,
Her Father is a Traytor—but Irene
Is the great Sultans Mistriss,—Is she so?
Then I'le turn Hermit in a Grove of Willows,
Berrys of Baleful Ivy shall be my Food,
And the Drink nothing else but my own Tears!
For fair Irene is false.

Dorel.
Ah dire mishap,
His scarce Cur'd Lunacy agen returns:
Great Sir, Irene is Vertuous—

Thom.
Then I'le have her.
I will my Self destroy the Sultans Army,
And Rescue my Irene—to horse—to horse—
Draw up the Guards and follow,—sound a Charge—
What do you Run you Dogs—

Draws & exiturus, is held by Dorello.
Dorel.
Oh, good Sir stay—
Discover'd once, he will be lost for ever—

Thom.
What are you that take me Prisoner?
I won't have Quarter now Irene is lost.

Dorel.
Look on me Sir! do not you know Dorello?

Thom.
Ha! where's Irene? Oh! there, She's there—
Have I recover'd her?—I thank you all—
You have Fought bravely—you shall all be Knighted.
But won't Irene speak to her own Thomazo?
Pardon me, Madam,—by all my Love I thought
Kneels by her.
'Twas you I shou'd have Marry'd.

Udox.
Ah poor Prince!
Dorello, look to him—but if you can
Procure our Bodies Christian Funerals,
I know hers does, and I hope mine deserves it.

Dorel.
What mean you, Madam?

Udox.
I find the Poison works on me apace.

Dorel.
What are you poyson'd too!

Udox.
Ay Sir, Calista
Was kind in that, to let us Die together.
I can no more! Farewel, my dear Dorello.

Enter Calista and Mutes.
Dorel.
I envy not the Prince! why do not I
Learn the same Art to lose my greif in Madness.

Calist.
What men are these, seize on them; ha! Thomazo
Dorello too!

They seize them, Thom. stands amaz'd.
Dorel.
Ah thou cursed Monster!
What Devil taught thee all this Cruelty?

Calist.
I learn't it of that Prince, he taught me first
To find my Nature bad—I else had liv'd
A puling vertue, still frighted with tales
Of Hell and Devils, with other silly Bug-bears;
But seeing him the stout and brave Thomazo,
The Wise, Just, Generous, and great Thomazo,
Take pleasure to betray a harmless Maid:
This taught me rage, and rag'd instill'd revenge,
Which made me do this petty triffling mischeif;
But that's not half enough, since above my hopes,
You two are fallen thus into my hands.

Dorel.
Ay, dare thy worst; as for that noble Prince,
Were he but safe, Death were to me favour.

Calist.
Nay, you shall both together! Slaves your strings.

Mutes put Bow-strings on them.
Thom.
Though I'm a Prisoner; I'le
Wear no Chaines but those of faire Irene!

Dorel.
Irene is Poison'd!
Poison'd most Noble Prince, by this damn'd Monster.

Thom.
Ha! 'tis the Devil Dorello, 'tis the Devil:
He has Calista's shape, but 'tis a Devil,
He cannot hurt me though, for I defy him;
Ha, ha, ha,—see! how the Devil weeps
Because he cannot get his will to hurt us.
VVe are too honest for his Mischief,—let me go,
I'le make him vanish with a Vengeance hence.

Calist.
Oh! I could chide my Eyes for shewing greif,
Tho' tis a Killing sight.—Thomazo is Mad!
How came he thus Dorello?

Dorel.
Can you ask?
And see Irene lie Murder'd there by you?

Calist.
Oh I wou'd rail and call him if I cou'd,
Ungrateful, base Thomazo. But this sight
Renews agen my Love, and stops my Mouth.

Dorel.
Talk not of Love at all, much less for him,
That is too good a Passion for thy Soul,
And he a Cause too Noble.

Calist.
Ah Dorello!
Judge but from whence proceeds this Flood of Tears!

Dorel.
They're such as Crocodiles by Nilus shed.

Calist.
Nay, rather such as once Medea did,
When she dispers'd her tender Brothers limbs;
Love taught her Cruelty, and I perceive
'Twas that, and not Revenge has Murder'd these.

Dorel.
If cruel hearts, like yours, be capable
Of Love, yet all you have the Sultan claims.

Calist.
The Sultans Title sprung from my Ambition,
But now that Passions cloy'd, and Love returns.

Dorel.
Madam, why do you pause? pray give me death,
Vdoxia chides my sloath for staying thus.

Thom. starts up.
Thom.
Ha! Sir! I am no Traytor! I'm your Brother,
Ask Dorello if the Dam'd Chancellor
Be not the Mighty Traytor of your State—
But see his Daughter—She shall be Sultaness.—
I will have none of her—She is a Monster—
See see—how she's besmear'd with Blood,
But where's Irene—Alas! She's angry—Ah me—
I will have none but her—

Dorel.
Alas poor Prince!
The fair Irene is Murder'd by Calista.

Thom.
SONG.
He Sings.

Falls down.
Calist.
Why do you pause upon't? he in his Madness shews
His lasting hate to me, and Love to her;
Revenge is rous'd again by Jealousie,
And now I wish him Dead; Passions in me
Like Tides in some great Rivers, flow not in,
But first in heaps of Water take their view,
Then Roar, then tumble in Mountains of Sea,
Devouring Shores almost as quick as thought;
So now your times are come.

Dorel.
I do rejoyce—

Calist.
Your joy shall be but short, pull Slaves!

Enter Synan.
Synan.
Hold Doggs!—

Calist.
Synan! how's this? dare you controul our orders?

Synan.
Not but by his; whom you your self obey.
Our Mighty Sultan saw and pitty'd him.

Calist.
Oh I am lost.

Synan.
No, Madam, I am so without your Mercy;
And 'tis 'gainst me alone his Rage is bent,
For thus deluding him about Irene:
But save my Life since for your sake I did it.

Calist.
No Synan, if thy Fate depends on me,
Thou must expect a dreadful Destiny.

Synan.
I see my Deaths inevitable now!
But I am glad my life does Ransome yours.

Dorel.
You cannot give us life, in them we die.

Synan.
That Death will but continue till they wake.

Dorel.
How wake! my Lord! do not despise our griefs.

Synan.
'Tis but a sleepy potion, which they took,
Which I prepar'd to save them from Calista.

Dorel.
My Lord, my Lord, you grieve without a cause
For fair Irene's not dead; This noble Bassa.
Who knows no falshood sayes it.

Thom.
What is that?

Dorel.
Irene is living Sir.

Thom.
Ay, but She's angry,
She won't speak one word to poor Thomazo.

Dorel.
Sir! she's a sleep!

Thom.
Ah do not wake her then!
Husht! husht! no noise, I pray let her sleep—
She will be pleas'd anon—steale softly out—
Softly—softly—do not wake her for the world.
She's Dreaming now of poor Thmazo's love.

Exit softly.
Synan.
I must admire the wayes of providence,
That strangely thus by wicked mens designs,
Does oft protect the just—your Chancellor
To fortify his greatness in our Court
Has caus'd your being here, where you are safe,
Which else you cou'd not be in our next storm:
For then the Town's betray'd: The General
Has promis'd to march out with all his Souldiers,
And there's a Royal Half-moon Banner sent
To th'Chancellor which will protect his house—

Dorel.
Good my Lord,
Let not the Prince hear this but by degrees,
His Brother and his Country's loss will be
A Greif his worthy mind will hardly bare,
Shou'd he recover this which now assaults him.

Synan.
My Lord, you freely shall command this place
Whilst I have any Breath to give that power,
And after that, you safely may rely—
Upon our Sultans friendship to the Prince,
Which I dare say is reall: But I must
Make hast and meet that Death now stays for me.

Dorel.
My Lord! I hope much better.

Synan.
No, my Lord!
Our Sultan's Frowns are Mortal; they'r met by this
To be spectators of my Tragedy.
Carry the Ladies in—when I am dead—
May you, my Lord, and all your Friends be happy.

Mutes carry in the Ladies.
Dorel.
My Lord! farewell; may Heav'n preserve
You still—
Exit Synan.
But yet I fear he's lost: Vertue on Earth
Is like some wholesome Herb o're grown with Hemlock,
There is so little, men can hardly find it,
And all that use it are unfortunate—

Exeunt.
Enter Emperor, Theoph. Chancellor, Cardinal, Attendants.
Theoph.
This Information puzles my belief,
I sooner shou'd have doubted my own Faith
Then Prince Thomazo's—sure it cannot be.

Card.
The things too evident for any doubt;
Hot spur'd Ambition in a Young mans breast
Ne're boyles at a Crime wou'd give it Checque.

Theoph.
But sure the world must end, when Crimes like these
Are boldly Acted by the best of men;
Vertue has spent her utmost stock on Earth;—
Vertue, that Cement of the World, grows loose,
Then Nature sure must shake into its Chaos.
Irene to turn a Strumpet, did Amaze me!
Though she's a Woman—but for Prince Thomazo
To make a base Revo't, is Miraculous.

Emp.
What can an Emperor, bounded and ty'd
By Laws, Act more than I already have—
But Heav'n and all things else conspire our Ruin,
What can we then more but resolve to Die;
Story shall never say I did neglect
My personal Duty to the very last.

Chanc.
No, Mighty Sir, had the Revolted Prince,
And others of his Faction, but bin faithful,
You might have shin'd in History, as great,
As does that Constantine who first Raign'd here.

Emp.
Heav'n strangely brings its great Decrees about
A Constantine, whose Mothers name was Helena,
Began this Empire: The Bishop of this See
Was Theodotius then, so all are new,
Both, and State must sink in the same names
As founded them; but let Heavens will be done.

Card.
Dispair not Mighty Sir; the ways of Heav'n
Are past all finding out, who knows but you
May give a new beginning to this Empire
By driving back this faithless Mahomet.

Emp.
I for my subjects sakes, perhaps could wish it,
Though for my self a worthy death is best;
Which I have sought from Mahomets own hand
By single fight; but that he basely waves
With Crowds of bleeding slaves he snatches glory,
Which flyes from me, who court it still in person.

Enter Justiniano.
Justin.
Sir I am come once more to ask our Pay,
Which, if deny'd, we presently will March.

Chanc.
Now it begins to work!

Aside.
Emp.
Do as you please,
My subjects obstinate to all entreaties,
Deny me their supplies; and I'm resolv'd
Rather to perish with them, then extend
My Regal pow'r beyond its usual bounds:
Blinded they are, and blinded let them be,
Since they love Gold beyond themselves and me.

Justin.
Bare witness all, that 'tis no fault of mine
This Empire sinkes: I could have propt it yet;
And with this single Arm sustain'd it's weight,
Had not affronts upon affronts at first
Disarm'd me of the power to wish your good;
But I'le not stay to bury all my glory
Under your mighty ruines; no, my Sword,
When you are nothing but the name of Prince,
Shall give me the full power of being so—

Theop.
Sir; will you patiently endure this slight!

Emp.
Let him, and all the world grow insolent;
It shall not move my rage: My Brother's Crimes
Have stupify'd my Anger.

Enter Captain.
Capt.
Mighty Sir;
The perdues do fly in the Turks advance
As if they did intend a general Storm.

Emp.
All that dare not be Slaves, now follow me,
To certain Death, or glorious Victorie.

Exeunt.
Enter Thomazo and Dorello.
Thom.
Dorello! sure I'm deluded still
And this I feel's another sort of madness,
Is it not so, Dorello?

Dorel.
No, my Lord;
Your cause of joy is sollid, like those Cares,
Whose unexpected sounds, distemper'd you.

Emp.
Am I then known, and in the Turkish Camp,
Yet free from Chaines? and does Irene still live?
Nay, live for Prince Thomazo! this, Dorello,
My sickly fancy wou'd perswade is true.

Enter Synan.
Dorel.
For all these mighty Blessings, next to Heav'n,
We owe our thanks toth' noble Eunuch Bassa,
I wish his safety were as firm as ours.

Enter Mutes with Calista's head.
Synan.
Thanks to that hearty wish, and so it is;
See there the head that lately threaten'd mine.

Thom.
Oh wonderful! Calista's head cut off!

Synan.
Ay noble Prince! our Sultan has deceiv'd us;
But to our satisfaction, for just now
Mounted upon a Throne in full assembly,
He did expose this Beauty to our view,
Seeming to glory in so rich a Jewel.
And had his praise Eccho'd back by us:
Then Beckon'd me, I went and kneel'd before him,
Thinking my self a Victim to her Triumph,
And she believ'd it too, for big with joy,
Her Eyes roll'd Grace to all; but scornes on me,
When in her height of Pride, one sudden blow
Given by the Sultans Sword, took off her Head
So quick, she cou'd not shreek one Pray'r for Mercy:
Then throwing me the Head—cry'd, Synan take it,
And smiling, bid us see, how much he valu'd
True Glory above Beauty—but the Storm
Will presently begin, and I must thither,
And be an Actor in this Scene of Fate
Which will Create our Sultan Emperor.

Thom.
Are you assur'd my Lord the Town will yield?

Synan.
Nothing more certain Sir, the Town's betray'd,
But Heav'n has so contriv'd that you are safe:
Farewell most noble Lords; if I am slain—
Think of me—If I live, I'm still your Servant.

Exeunt Synan, &c.
Thom.
Ah Dorello, 'tis not for us to live
Beyond our Princes Ruin. No, Brother,
Thomazo's Love and Fortune shall give way
When's Honour, or your safety is in question;
Come Friends, let's once again Enter the Town,
And leave the Ladies here, they'l still be safe,
What e're becomes of that, or of our lives,
Though Dead in them, some part of us survives.

Exeunt.
Enter Emperor, Theophilus, and Attendants with Swords drawn, They pass over the Stage in hast, great Clamors and Noise.
Trumpets and Drums beat a Battle.
Enter Chancellor, Lorenzo, and Michael, like Turks above.
Chanc.
The sport's begun, that noise which dreadful sounds
To others Ears, to mine seems sprightly Musick.
Day breaks apace, as soon as we perceive
The Town is taken, hang the Banner out.

Loren.
Shall we admit of such as seek Protection?

Chanc.
No, not the Emperor himself shall enter;
Let them e'en take their Chance.
Shouts.
Oh, that was brave!
Cries, and running o're the stage, all's lost, all's lost.
Hang out the Banner strait, the Town's our own?

The Banner hung out; Enter Christians, drove in by Turks. Enter Emperor, Theoph. &c. Who make strong Fight by giving way. Enter Thomazo and Dorello Fighting, and driving off the Turks.
Lorenz.
See there! the Prince Thomazo and Dorello
Are Fighting on this side.

Chanc.
I'm glad of that,
This forfeits all his favour with the Turk,
And 'tis not in his Pow'r to save the Town.

Enter Emperor, Thomazo, Dorello, Theoph.
Emp.
Brother, your Loyalty does bring a joy
Beyond what Victory it self wou'd do.

Thom.
Ah Royal Sir, there is no time to talk,
Our Men can never hold the ground we gain'd;
Were but your Person safe, I wou'd not Care.

Emp.
'Tis safe whilst Guarded by your Noble Sword,
And mine I hope shall prove a Guard to yours.

Thom.
Sir, 'tis in vain to hope to keep the Town:
Then take this time to save your self by Flight,
Whilst I make Head against the Entring Turks.

Emp.
How Brother, Fly! No, it shall ne're be said
That I surviv'd a loss so great, as is
So brave a Brother, and an Empire too.

Thom.
Sir, be not obstinate! but see a Flag
That speaks Protection to the Chancellor,
Open your Gates my Lord, and take but in
Your Emperor and Theophilas; such a Deed
Will make Atonement now for all your Crimes.

Emp.
I will not hold my Safety from a Villain.

Chanc.
No Sir, content your self, you come not here,
Nor any person else—my Crimes, my Lord,
Are got above the punishment of Heav'n.

Shouts and Clamors.
Emp.
Infamous Renegade—but the Noise
Calls loud for our assistance—

Exit.
Thom.
Come, Dorello,
Let's Keep him safe as long as e're we can—

Ex. all but Theop.
Theop.
Blasphemous Traytor, are thy Crimes so great?
Thou thinks the pow'rs above han't strength to punish!

Chanc.
Talk not my Lord, I for your Daughters sake
Will let you singly in, and save your life.

Theop.
No cursed Dog, I'd sooner find my Death
From my own hand, then owe my life to thee.

Exit.
Chanc.
Nay, if you be so brisk, e'en take your Chance!
What insolent Slaves are these?

Enter Cardinal.
Card.
Oh my good Lord!
Let me but find protection in your House!

Chanc.
Alas my Lord, your Eminence on foot!
'Tis a great way to Rome; you had best make hast,
Spare Complements to me—you have my leave—

Card.
My Lord! mock not my misery.

Chanc.
You'l be belated truly, wanting Horses,
My Duty to his Holiness, and tell him,
I've ended now this long continuing Schisme
To his own hearts Content!

Card.
Impudent Traytor!

A noise! Enter Christians retreating.
Chanc.
See see, the Cardinal has lost his Gout—

Ex. Card. runing.
Enter Emperor, Thomazo, Theoph. Dorello, and Guards Fighting before the Turks. Emperor falls Dead.
Thom.
Oh Heavens! the Emperor's Slain, preserve his Body.
They Fight. Enter Synan, who fighting falls. They are going to Kill him. Thomazo prevents it—
Accept your Life from Prince Thomazo Sir,
As part of recompence for all your favour Sir.

Synan.
Most noble Prince, persist not thus in vain
To stop the Current of our Victory,
Which will at last flow o're, and drown you all;
You, and those you shall chuse, shall on my honour,
Be safe from either Death or Slavery.—

Thom.
I've nothing now to fight for, but my self,
Since this brave Prince is Slain, therefore I yield
To be a Prisoner to Noble Synan.

Syna.
Christians, put up your Swords, this party shall
Continue as a guard about your person,
But that they may be safe, I will appoint
Some Janizaries that may joyne with them.

Thom.
Your Favours all are large!

Syna.
Lord Chancellor,
The Sultan does require your person shou'd, shou'd,
Be brought before him straight.

Chanc.
With hast I'le fly
To Kiss the Foot of our great Emperour.

Exeunt.
Enter Irene and Udoxia.
Udox.
What various changes have our miseries?

Irene.
'Tis better sure we had for ever slept
Then onely wak't to a more grievous Death.

Udox.
See yonder! how the Flames ascend the Skies,
Seeming to melt the Heavens.

Iren.
O sad sight!
This is the Prince Thomazo's Funeral Pile,
And I ungrateful, I don't leap into't,
But I'le not long survive thee, noble Prince,
For in a Flood of Teares I'le drown my self,
Thus from two warning Elements we'l meet
Above; yet keep an everlasting Peace!

Udox.
I yet could Chide, methinks their gallantry
That cou'd expose both us and them to ruine,
In such a needless danger as they sought.

Irene.
No 'twas their duty lead them to the fight,
And I do love Thomazo's flame too well,
To wish him safe with loss of any honour,
Though to revive from Death, and meet him well,
Then straight again to lose him, seems severe.

Udox.
Ha! what vision's this!

Enter Thomazo Theop, &c.
Theop.
Do I see thee alive, and vertuous both?
Can Heav'n bring joy after these fatal losses!
Irene, our Prince is slain and Country lost.

Irene.
Did not the thoughts of that suspend my joy,
To see Thomazo and your self alive,
I scarcely should be able to support it.

Enter Synan.
Synan.
Great Sir! the Sultan has commanded me,
To greet you with this stile—King of Morea;
For with that Kingdom he does now invest you,
Under the tribute of an Annual Horse.

Thom.
Your Princes's soul's as large as is his Empire,
And I with grateful thanks receive the guift.

Synan.
That action which I fear'd would raise his anger
Increas'd but his esteeme—He said, you could
Have found no better way to perfect glory
Then this last act of fighting for your Brother:
And it has strengthen'd much his Friendship to you.

Thom.
How shall I e're express my gratitude
For all these Mighty Favours he bestowes.

Synan.
The riches in the Town are found prodigious;
Though basely they deny'd their Prince assistance;
For which 600000. Thousand Souls and more
Forever must into—Captivity—
As a just reward for their Disobedience!
Only he does permit you shall set free
Ten thousand of such Persons you best like;
The Chancellor and some few other Traitors
He only does except: For they must die
A just example to all future times;
He further does intend a Noble present
For this fair Lady; whom he dares not see.

Thom.
He is a Prince of such a mighty Soul;
Vertues in him contend for Victory,
And each of them in turn do gain a Triumph.

Synan.
The Execution's doing on the Traytors!
A noise of groaning.
Step but a broad and you may see the Train.
I'le go and cleer, and stand—

Exit.
Theop.
Fame certainly does spread abro'de
'Twas you the Sultan kill'd.

Irene.
That errour does arise because we were
Ne're seen by any person but the Mutes;
The Sultan, and two Bassa's, since we came,
And Fame does still report I was his Mistress.

Thom.
Let fame be still a Lyar, my Irene,
And say, 'tis thou art Dead, so I can thus
Admire thy living Beauties—but let's go
And see the Sultans justice upon Traitors—

Exeunt.
The Scene a great Number of Dead and Dying men in several manner of Death's. The Chancellor, Lorenzo, and Michael Empal'd.
Within.
Make way there! Make way.

Enter Synan and Mutes, Thomazo, Dorello, & the rest.
Theoph.
What a sad sight is this?

Dorel.
This is a severe extension of his power.

Thom.
This Turkish way of rule threatens the world,
As if their Crescent would at last be full,
And rule it all.

Synan.
This is the way to govern:
Severity, not Mercy, strengthens power.
See there your Chancellor and his two Scribes.

Thom.
I pitty them, though they deserv'd far worse,
For ruining their Country, whose sad Fate,
We during life shall Mourn, yet in our Tales
We must your Vertue, and the Sultans praise,
And Monuments of Thanks for ever raise.

Exeunt omnes.