On this Occasion, let me tell you, that the Sons of the _Turkish_ Emperors are the miserablest Creatures in the World; for if any one of them succeed his father in the Empire, the rest are inevitably put to Death by him. For the _Turks_ cannot endure any Corrival in Government; and besides they are egged on to this severity by their _Prætorian_ Bands, (_Janizaries_ and _Spahies_) who, as long as there is any one of the _Grand Seigniors_ Brothers alive, never cease craving of Largesses and Boons, and if the present Emperor refuses to grant them, they presently cry out, _God save your Brother, God send your Brother a long Life_; by which Words, they more than intimate their Wishes, that he were on the Throne. So that the _Turkish_ Emperors are in a manner compelled to put their Brethren to Death, and so begin their Reign with Blood. But _Mustapha_ was afraid of such a fatal end; or else _Roxolana_ was willing to translate the said Destiny from her own Children upon _Mustapha_: Upon one or other of these Grounds, it was, that _Solymon_ entertain’d the thought of putting his Son _Mustapha_ to Death. And the occasion fell out opportunely, for he had War at that Time, with _Sagthama_ King of the _Persians_, thither _Rustan_ was sent with a vast Army. When he drew near to the Borders of _Persia_, upon a sudden he made a stop, and wrote back fearful Missives to _Solyman_, telling him, _That the whole Empire was in great hazard, there was nothing but Treason studied in the Army, they all cry’d out ~A Mustapha! A Mustapha!~ yea, the Disease was grown to such a height, that ’twas past his skill to cure it; and therefore the Emperor himself must come immediately, if he would have the Crown sit safe on his Head._