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Fred. Your majesty remembers, I am sure, What cruel slaughter of our Christian bloods These heath'nish Turks and Pagans lately made, Betwixt the city Zula and Danubius; • How through the midst of Varna and Bulgaria, And almost to the very walls of Rome, They have, not long since, massacred our camp. It resteth now then, that your majesty Take all advantages of time and power, And work revenge upon these infidels. Your highness knows for Tamburlaine's repair, That strikes a terror to all Turkish hearts, Natolia hath dismiss'd the greatest part Of all his army, pitch'd against our pow'r, Betwixt Cutheia and Orminius' mount, And sent them marching up to Beigasar, Acantha, Antioch, and Ceesaria, To aid the kings of Syria and Jerusalem. Now then, my lord, advantage take thereof, And issue suddenly upon the rest; That in the fortune of their overthrow, We may discourage all the Pagan troop, That dare attempt to war with Christians.
Sig. But calls not then your grace to memory, The league we lately made with king Orcanes, Confirm'd by oath and articles of peace, And calling Christ for record of our truths? This should be treachery and violence Against the grace of our profession.
Bald. No whit, my lord, for with such infidels, In whom no faith nor true religion rests,
We are not bound to those accomplishments,
The holy laws of Christendom enjoin;
But as the faith, which they profanely plight,
Is not by necessary policy
To be esteem'd assurance for ourselves,
So .we that vow to them, should not infringe
Our liberty of arms or victory.
Sig. Though I confess the oaths they undertake Breed little strength to our security, Yet those infirmities that thus defame Their faiths, their honours, and religion, I Should not give us presumption to the like. Our faiths are sound, and must be continuate, Religious, righteous, and inviolate.
Fred. Assure your grace 'tis superstition To stand so strictly on dispensive faith; And should we lose the opportunity That God hath given to Venge our Christians' death, And scourge their foul blasphemous Paganism, As fell to Saul, to Balaam, and the rest, That would not kill and curse at God's command, So surely will the vengeance of the highest, And jealous anger of his fearful arm, Be pour'd with rigour on our sinful heads, If we neglect this offer'd victory.
Sig. Then arm, my lords, and issue suddenly, Giving commandment to our general host, With expedition to assail the Pagan, And take the victory our God hath giv'n. [Exeunt. SCENE II.
Enter Orcanes, Gazellus, and Uribassa, with their Trains.
One. Gazellus, Uribassa, and the rest, Now will we march from proud Orminius' mount, To fair Natolia, where our neighbour kings Expect our power and our royal presence, T encounter with the cruel Tamburlaine, That nigh Larissa sways a mighty host, And, with the thunder of his martial tools Makes earthquakes in the hearts of men and heavens.
Gaz. And now come we to make his sinews shake, With greater pow'r than erst his pride hath felt. An hundred kings, by scores, will bid him arms, An hundred thousand subjects to each score, Which, if a show'r of wounding thunderbolts Should break out of the bowels of the clouds, And fall as thick as hail upon our heads, In partial aid of that proud Scythian, Yet should our courages and steeled crests, And numbers, more than infinite, of men, Be able to withstand and conquer him.
Uri. Methinks I see how glad the Christian king Is made, for joy of your admitted truce, That could not but before be terrified "With unacquainted power of our host. Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Arm, dread sovereign, and my noble lords! The treach'rous army of the Christians,
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Taking advantage of your slender power,
One. Traitors! villains! damned Christians!
Gaz. Hell and confusion light upon their heads,
Orc. Can there be such deceit in Christians,
[He tears to pieces the articles of peace.
Thou Christ, that art esteem'd omnipotent,
Alarums.—They go out.—Enter Sigismund, wounded.
Sig. Discomfited is all the Christian host, And God hath ttiunder'd vengeance from on high, For my accurs'd and hateful perjury. O, just and dreadful punisher of sin, Let the dishonour of the pains I feel, In this my mortal well.deserved wound, End all my penance in my sudden death! And let this death, wherein to sin I die, Conceive a second life in endless mercy! [He dies. Enter Orcanes, Gazellus, UrivAssAt and others.
Oac. Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods, And Christ or Mahomet hath been my friend.
Gaz. See here the perjur'd traitor, Hungary, Bloody and breathless for his villainy.
Orc. Now shall his barbarous body be a prey To beasts and fowls, and all the winds shall breathe Through shady leaves of ev'ry senseless tree, Murmurs and hisses for his heinous sin. Now scalds his soul in the Tartarian streams,