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began with open voyce, to detracte and slaunder their lorde, commonlie
complaining howe hee consumed his life like an effeminate persone,
without inferring or doyng anye profite to the Empire. To bee shorte,
the matter came to suche desolation, as it might rather haue bene called
a sedition then a murmure: and yet there was none so hardie as durst
attempte to declare the same to the Emperour, knowing him to be of
nature terrible, cruell, and rigorous, that with a woorde woulde put him
to death that went about to withdrawe him from his desire. Therewithall
he was so dronke with the beautie of the Greeke, that the leste matter,
wherewith they might geue occasion to withdrawe him from his negligent
life, was enough to driue him into rage and furie. This poore Emperour
was so bewitched, as not onely hee consumed dayes and nightes with her,
but he burned with continual ielousie, whose beautie was so liuelie
painted in the inward partes of his hart and minde, that he remained
thus ouerwhelmed in beastly pleasure, euery man in particuler and all in
generall conspired against him, with one determinate minde, to yelde no
more obedience vnto him in time to come, and purposed to chose some
Emperour, that were more marciall and warlike, through whose succour and
counsaile they might not onely conserue the thinges gotten, but also
amplifie the boundes and limites of their Empire. Mustapha which was
brought vp with the Emperour, a gentle personage, franke of talke, and
so nere to his maiestie that he might go into his chamber, although the
Greeke was present: when he perceiued conuenient time, suche as he
desired to haue, repaired to the Emperour vpon a daye, who liking well
his deuises, walked with him alone in his Gardeine, to whom after he had
made great reuerence, according to their custome, he sayde: “My
souereigne lorde and maister, if I might speake freely, without seruile
feare, which staieth mee, or if the terrour of your displeasure might
not abash me, I would willingly declare vnto your maiestie that which
concerneth not onely your securitie and saulfegarde, but (which is more)
the saulfetie of your whole Empire.” Whom Mahomet aunswered with merie
countenance in these wordes. “Cast away such colde feare as staieth
thee, and speake hardly thy minde: Shewe me what it is that toucheth
me.” “I doubt, and it shall please your maiestie, leste I shall seeme
ouer presumptuous and rashe, if I discouer the secretes of my hart: but
our auncient education, the dutie of my conscience, with the experience
that you haue alwayes had of my fidelitie, haue so much forced mee, as
being no longer able to rule my selfe, (I am constrained, by what
vertuous prouocation I know not) to manifest thinges vnto you, that both
time and necessitye will make you to thincke them good and necessarie:
althoughe (it may so be) that now your eyes be so bounde vppe, in the
vaile of your disordinate affection, that you cannot digeste, or take
the same in good part.
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