Travels into Turkey: Containing the most accurate account of the Turks, and neighbouring nations, their manners, customs, religion, superstition, policy, riches, coins, &c.Busbecq, Ogier Ghislain de
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Travels into Turkey: Containing the most accurate account of the Turks, and neighbouring nations, their manners, customs, religion, superstition, policy, riches, coins, &c.
Busbecq, Ogier Ghislain de
Turkey -- Description and travel -- Early works to 1800
But _Rustan_ died of a Dropsy soon after, and _Haly_, then Second Vizier
succeeded him. He was a prudent and courteous Person as any was among
the _Turks_. I sent him a Present, a large Garment of Silk, by way of
Congratulation upon his new Dignity. He returned me this obliging Answer,
That he would always be my Friend, and upon any occasion I should not
scruple to make my Address to him. And I found him as good as his Word;
for, when my House a while after was re-visited with the Plague, which
swept away many of my Servants, and amongst others, my chief Physician;
I sent the same Message to _Haly_ which I had done to _Rustan_ before;
who answered me, for his part he was very willing I should remove my
Habitation; but that it were better for me to ask leave of the Sultan
himself, lest, said he, if he casually light upon any of your Servants
walking at random up and down, he should take it very ill that so much
liberty was granted them without his knowledge: And yet, proceeded he, I
shall propose the matter so cautiously to the Prince, that I do not doubt
of his Assent. And accordingly, soon after I received a Message from him,
that I might remove whither I pleased. Whereupon I chose an Island called
_Principo_, for my Dwelling, about four Hours Sail from _Constantinople_.
It was the pleasantest of all the little Isles contiguous to that City,
for the rest have no Village at all in them, or but one at most; but this
has two.
The Physician, I lately told you died at my House of the Plague, was my
old Friend Dr. _Williams_, the Faithful Companion of my long and tedious
Pilgrimage. The occasion of the Sickness was this: It seems, among the
rest of the Prisoners I had redeemed, one, as the Event declared, who was
sick of the Plague. My Physician constantly attended him, till he got the
Infection himself. He had that Angularity of Opinion, that there was no
more Fear than Danger; for at the same time, said he, there are wont to
arise other Diseases, which Men are apt to think is the Pestilence; so
that Pestilential Remedies are usually applied to every common Sore or
Boyl. Thus he flattered himself, even when he was deeply infected; yet
he did not suspect it to be the Plague, till it was past Remedy, and
he was ready to die under the Hands of his Attendance. The Day before
he died, he sent me word he was better; and desired to see me, if I
pleased to bestow a Visit upon him. I did so, and sat a great while by
his Bed-side. He told me how very ill he had been, and that his Sight,
as well as his other Senses, had been so weakened, that he knew no body;
but now, said he, my Senses are restored, and if I could be freed from
a Distillation that almost stops my Breath, I should presently be well;
and at my Departure, I told him, I heard he had a Tumour in his Breast.
I have so, says he; and thereupon he threw aside his Blanket, and shewed
me his Breast: But there is no Danger, says he, in it; for it came from
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