Two of my Servants passed over in a Boat to _Pera_; they went alone, either because the _Janizaries_ were not at home, or else they thought it needless to take them; one was my Apothecary, the other Master of my Wine-Cellar. When they had done what they went for, they hired a Boat to carry them back to _Constantinople_; they were scarce sat down in the Boat, but there came a Youth from the _Caddy_, or Judge of that Place, commanding them to come forth, for the _Caddy_ must be wafted over in that Boat: My Servants told him, there were Boats enough to carry over the _Caddy_, besides that which they had hired, and therefore they would not stir: Hereupon he endeavoured to force them; so that from Words they came to Blows. This being done in sight of the _Caddy_, who was coming down to the Boat, it made him run to help the Boy, (who was thought to be his _Ganymede_) but the Steps towards the Sea being slippery, by reason of Ice, (for it was Winter) he fell head-long into the Sea, and had been drown’d if his Companions had not relieved him: Hereupon a Clamour was raised all over _Pera_, and the _Turks_ would have it that my Servants had laid Violent Hands on the Judge, and had almost drown’d him. My Servants were seized and carried before the Judge in Capital Cases: They fetch out Clubs, and Stocks to put their Feet in, that they might beat them, as their manner is, on the Soles of them. In the interim one of my Servants, an _Italian_, cried out in a Rage, _Beat, strike, Dogs, strike! we are wronged, we are innocent! we are Servants to ~Cæsar~’s Ambassador, and doubtless when your own Emperor shall know how we are abused, he will make you smart for it_. One of the _Turks_, hearing him cry out so boldly: _D’ye think_, said he, that One-ey’d thing is a Man? No; for certain, he _is an One-ey’d ~Cacodæmon~_, (for he had a Blemish in one of his Eyes.) The _Waywode_ also, that is, in their Language, the Judge, perceiving the Boldness of the Man, was at a stand what to do; but thought it best to send them to _Rustan_: Thither went the whole Rout, with a pack of false Witnesses, ready to give their Testimonies against the Innocent; for the _Turks_ count it meritorious to give in false Evidence against a _Christian_; you need not summon them to appear, they came of their own accords, as it happened in this Case: They all cried out before the _Grand Vizier_, that those Rogues had beaten their Judge, and, if they had not been seiz’d, would have drowned him: My Servants denied the Crime they were charged with, alledging that they were falsly accused, and that they were my menial Servants. By this Time _Rustan_ perceived that there was more Noise than Truth on his Countrymens side; yet, to still the Fury of the inraged Multitude, he told them he would punish them severely; and he sent them to Prison. The Prison was a Safeguard to them against the Fury of the Multitude; he then examined Witnesses, the most credible among them, and found my Servants were