[ACT I , Scene2]  

 

[Sound sennet.]Enter the MOOR in his chariot, attended with[a page on each side, CALIPOLIS, his wife, MULY MAHAMET] his son.PISANO, HIS CAPITAIN, with his Guard and treasure.

 

THE MOOR

   Pisano, take a corner of our hors,

   As many argolets and armed pikes,

   And with our carriage mach away before

   By Scras, and those plots of ground

   That to Moroccus lead the lower way:

   Our enemies keep upon the mountain-tops,

   And have encamp’d themselves not far from Fez.-

   Madam, gold is the glue, sinews, and sthrength of war,

   And we must see our treasure may go safe.-

   Away!

                           

 

                          [Exit PISANO with the treasure and some of the Guards.]

 

    Now, boy, what’s the news?

THE MOOR

   The news, my lord, iswar,warand revenge;

   And, if Ishall declare the circumsttanc,

   ‘Tis thus.

   Rubin, our uncle’s wife, that wrings her hands

   For Abdelmumen’s death,accompanied

   With many dames of Fez in mourning weeds,

   Near to Argier encountered Abdelmelec,

   That bends his force, puff’d up with Amurath’s aid,

   Against your holds and castles of defence.

   The younger brother, Muly Mahamet Seth,

   Greets the great Bassa that the king of turks

   Sends to invadeyour right and royal realm;

   And basly beg revenge, arch-rebels all,

   To be inflict upon progeny.

THE MOOR

   Why, boy, is Aurath’s Bassa such a bug

   That he is mak’d to do this doughty deed?

   Thn, Bassa, lock the winds in wards of brass,

   Thunder from heaven, damn wretched men to death,

   Bear all the offices of Saturn’s sons,

   Be Pluto, then, in hell, and bar the fiends,

   Tak Neptune’s force to thee and calm the seas,

   And exscute Jive’s justice on the world;

   Covey Tamburlaine into our Affric here

   To chastise and to menace lawful kings:

   Tamburlaine, triumph not, for thou must die,

   As Philip did, Caesar, and Caesar’s peers.

THE MOOR’S SON

   The Bassa grossly flattered to his face,

   And Amurath’s paise advanced above the cloud

   Upon the plains, the soldiers being spread,  

   And that brave guard of stury Janizaries,

   That Amurath to Abdelmelec gave,

   And bade him boldly be with them as safe,

   As if he slept whithin a walled town,

   Who, boy, are we successors to the great Abdallas

   Descendedfrom the Arabian Muly Xarif,

   And shall we be afraid of Bassas and bugs,

   Raw-heas and Bloody- bone?

   Boy, seest here this scimitar by my side?

   Sith they beginto bath in blood,

   Blood be the theme whreron our time shall tread;

   Such sloughter with my weapon shall I make

   As though the stream and bloody channels

   From Tangier-shore unto the gates of Fez.

THE MOOE’S SON

   And of those slaughtered bodies shall thy son

   Ahugy tower erect like Nimrod’s frame

   To threaten those injust and partial gods

   That to Abdallas’ lawful seed deny

   A long, ahappy, and triumphant reign.

 

                       An alarm whithin, and enter a Messenger.

 

MESSENGER

   Fly, King of Fez, King of Moroccus, fly,

   Fly with thy friends, Emperor of Barbary;

   O, fly the sword and fury of the foe,

   That rageth as the ramping lioness

   In rescue of her younglings from the bear!

   Thy towns and holds by numbres basely yield,

   Thy land to Abdelmelec’s rul resigns,

   Thy carriage and thy treasur takenis

   By Amurath’s soldiers, that have sworn thy death:

   Fly Amurath’s power and Abdelmelec’s threats,

   Or thou and thine look hereto breathe your last.

THE MOOR

   Villain, what dreadful sound of death and flight

   Is this wherewiyh thou dost afflict our ears?

   But if there be no safetyto abide

   The favour, fortune, and success of war,

   Away in hast! Roll on, my chariot-wheels,

   Restless till Ibe safety set in shade

   Of some unhaunted place, some blasted grove

   Of deadly hue, or dismal cypress-tree,

   Far from the light or comfort of the sun,

   There to curse heaven and he that heaven me hance;

   To sick as Envy at Cecropia’s gate,

   And pine with thought and terrorof mishap:

   Away!

                                                            [Exeunt.]

                                                                   
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