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edge of his sword, euen to the sea Ionicum, lettinge passe many
wonderfull expeditions and iourneis by him made against the Lidians and
Scicilians? But nowe I cannot reuiue the memorie of your father Amurate,
but to my great sorow and griefe, who by the space of XL. yeres made the
Sea and earth to tremble and quake, and with the furie of his stronge
hand vsed such cruell reuengment ouer the Grekes, that the memorie of
the woundes do remaine at this present, euen to the mountaines of Thomao
and Pindus: he subiugated the Phocians, made tributarie Athenes, Beotia,
Aetolia, Caramania, and all the barbarous nations, from Morea to the
straits of Corinthe. What neede I here to bring in the cruel battell
that he fought with the Emperour Sigismunde and Philip Duke of Burgundia
wherin he ouerthrew the whole force of the Christians, toke the Emperour
prisoner, and the Duke of Burgundie also, whom he sent to Andrionopolis?
or to remember other fierce armies which he sent into Hungarie, wherof
your maiesty is a faithfull witnes, your selfe being stil there in your
owne person. Iudge, then, my Lord, what diligence and intollerable
trauell he vsed in his manifolde glorious enterprises and famous
victories. Do you thincke that if hee had bin idle in his palace,
amonges the Ladyes, you had inherited your Empyre, or had nowe bin Lord
of so many excellent Prouinces: which he is not sufficient to rule, that
cannot prouide to confirme and establish the same. There be many of your
subiectes and vassals at this day, which do obey and honour your
maiestie (more for feare then good loue they beare you) that woulde
rebell against you, if Fortune would turne her backe. The Christians of
longtime (as you know) haue sworne your ruine and destruction. Moreouer
they say that their high bishop the pope of Rome hath conuocated all his
prelates to vnitie, and reconciled the Princes and Monarches of
Christendome together, to ouer run you, and to take the Scepter out of
your hands, and to dispoile you of your Empire. But what know we whither
they wil ioyne their force with the power of the Persian Sophi, your
capital enemie, or with the Souldan or Aegipt, your auncient aduersary:
which if they come to passe (as God forbid) your Empire wilbe consumed.
Gather your wits then together from henceforth my Lord, and call againe
reason, which so many yeres you haue banished from you. Awake out of the
deepe sleepe which hath sealed vp your eyes: imitate and folow the trade
of your auncestors, which euer loued better one day of honour then a
hundred liuing yeares of shame and reproch. Attend to the gouernment of
your Empire: leaue of this effeminate life; receiue againe the smell of
your generosity and vertue: and if you cannot at one time cutte of and
remoue all that amorous heate which vndermineth so your hart, moderate
the same by litle and litle, and giue some hope to your people, which
thincke you to be vtterlye loste and desperate of recouerie. Or if so be
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