No, Amurath, for murthering him thou diest. O Haleb, how shall I begin to mourn, Or how shall I begin to shed salt tears, For whom no words nor tears can well suffice? Ah, that my rich imperial diadem Could satisfy thy cruel destiny! Or that a thousand of our Turkish souls, Or twenty thousand millions of our foes, Could ransom thee from fell death's tyranny! To win thy life would Soliman be poor, And live in servile bondage all my days. Accursed Amurath, that for a worthless cause In blood hath shortened our sweet Haleb's days! Ah, what is dearer bond than brotherhood? Yet, Amurath, thou wert my brother too, If wilful folly did not blind mine eyes; Ay, ay, and thou as virtuous as Haleb, And I as dear to thee as unto Haleb, And thou as near to me as Haleb was. Ah, Amurath! why wert thou so unkind To him for uttering but a thwarting word? And, Haleb, why did not thy heart's counsel Bridle the fond intemperance of thy tongue? Nay, wretched Soliman, why didst not thou Withhold thy hand from heaping blood on blood? Might I not better spare one joy than both? If love of Haleb forc'd me on to wrath, Curs'd be that wrath that is the way to death! If justice forc'd me on, curs'd be that justice, That makes the brother butcher of his brother!-- Come, Janissaries, and help me to lament, And bear my joys on either side of me-- Ay, late my joys, but now my lasting sorrow. Thus, thus, let Soliman pass on his way, Bearing in either hand his heart's decay. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ CHORUS. LOVE. Now, Death and Fortune, which of all us three Hath in the actors shown the greatest power? Have not I taught Erastus and Perseda By mutual tokens to seal up their loves? FORTUNE. Ay, but those tokens, the ring and carcanet, Were Fortune's gifts; Love gives no gold or jewels. LOVE. Why, what is jewels, or what is gold, but earth; An humour knit together by compression, And by the world's bright eye first brought to light, Only to feed men's eyes with vain delight? Love's works are more than of a mortal temper, I couple minds together by consent: Who gave Rhodes' princess to the Cyprian prince, But Love? FORTUNE. Fortune, that first by chance brought them together; For, till by Fortune persons meet each other, Thou canst not teach their eyes to wound their hearts. LOVE. I made those knights, of several sect[s] and countries, Each one by arms to honour his beloved. FORTUNE.