You are but the shadow of an Emperour, Not really effecting what you are, A slothfull Epicure, a puling louer, That now en'e trembles at the name of warre, Obliuion all thy former acts do couer, Most willing to remoue you I will dye, The sunne of honour now is scarce a starre, Vertue at first was sire to Maiesty. 94 The Emperour vpon his subiect stares, As if a Gorgons head he there had seene, How comes it vassall, that thy proud t[=o]gue dares, Speake to remoue mee fr[=o] this heauenly queene? The gods wold liue on earth, to haue their shares In my _Hirena_: Sirra, you want nurture: Thy life I will not touch now in my spleene, But in cold bloud it shall depart with torture. 95 I feare not death, repli'd bold _Mustapha_, At your command I'le clime a steepy rocke, Then headlong tumble downe into the sea, Or willingly submit me to the blocke, Disrobe my nature, and my body flea: Yet in that tyranny I'le speake my minde, And boldly like a Souldier stand deaths shocke, Concluding, lust can strike the Eagle blinde. 96 His haughty words amaz'd this king of loue, Thou wert not wont to speake thus without duty. Can her embraces so my soule remoue? And must he be a coward dotes on beauty? Such rarity of pleasure I do proue, In her enioying, that my soule is fed, With that variety, to speake her truly, Each night she giues me a new maiden-head. 97 Yet shall my subiects know my power in this, That I can rule mine own affection: I pardon freely what thou speak'st amisse, Knowing it sprung from loue, and thy subiection: Your eies shall see me rob the earth of blisse, A sight too sad, all heauen strike men with terror, And in that act cast such reflexion. That kings shall see th[=e]selues in me their mirror. 98 Go, tell my Bashaes, and the noble bloud, I do inuite them to a royall dinner, And there I'le shew them loue can be withstood: Yet he that wrongs my _Greeke_ is such a sinner, He cannot cleanse himselfe, washt in _Ioues_ flood. Fortune this fate vpon my loue hath hurld, The Monarkes of the earth in hope to win her, Against her beauty would stake all the world. 99 Leaue vs: and be thou comforted my faire, I will aduance thee bou'e the stile of woman: Let not my words bring thee vnto dispaire, Thou shalt imbrace the Gods, for her's no man Worthy to taste thy sweetes, they are so rare. Drawn by the _Phoenix_ thou through heauen shalt ride And _Saturn_ wo[=u]ded by loues litle bowman Shall get his sonne to haue thee stellifide. 100