And therefore, if you be wife, don’t rouze a sleeping _Lyon_; for thereby you will but hasten your own Miseries, which are coming on fast enough of themselves. Such were the Harangues of the Bashaws to us; and the rest of the _Turks_ were of the same Mind. The mildest Punishment they denounced against us, was, that two of us would be cast into a nasty Dungeon; and the third (which was to be my share) would have his Nose and Ears cut off, and so sent back to his Master. And, to strike the greater Terror into us, the _Turks_, who passed by our Lodgings, gave us many a sour Look; which was an Argument, that they intended some cruel Deportment towards us. And the truth is, from that Day forward, they used us more coarsely than ever; they kept us up close as Prisoners rather than Ambassadors: They suffer’d no body to come to us, nor permitted any of us to go forth, and the rest of their Carriage was as intolerable. Thus have they treated us these six Months past; and I know not how long they will continue these Severities; but, come what will, we submit to the Will of God, our Cause is just and honourable, and that gives us Relief against their vigorous Extremities. But leaving the Narration of our own Misfortunes, I shall answer your Desire, in giving you an Account of the Story of _Bajazet_. For the clearer Explication thereof, I must acquaint you, that _Solyman_ had five Sons; the Eldest, begot by him on a Concubine, near the _Bosphorus_, was called _Mustapha_, of whose unhappy End you have heard before; but by another Wife, named _Roxolana_, he had four, _Mahomet_, _Selimus_, _Bajazet_ and _Giangir_. _Mahomet_ liv’d till he was married, (for the _Turks_ call their Concubines, Wives) but died soon after; so that _Selimus_ and _Bajazet_ of this latter Venter only remain’d alive. As for _Giangir_, he came thus to his end: When News was brought to _Constantinople_, that his Half-brother _Mustapha_ was put to death, the Youth, being of a timorous Mind and infirm Body (for he was crook-back’d) fell into a grievous Passion, upon the Imagination that the like Fate did hang over his own Head; for he could promise safety to himself no longer than his Father liv’d. If his Head were once laid, he that was his Successor, would certainly kill all his Brethren, as emulous of the Kingdom; not one of them would be excepted, and himself, being among the Number, must look for the same Fate. This Thought struck him into a Disease, even as if the Bow-string had been already about his Neck, which cost him his Life; so that now only _Selimus_ and _Bajazet_ remained. _Selimus_ was the Elder, and ’twas known to all, that his Father design’d him for the Empire; but _Bajazet_ was most favoured and doted upon by his Mother. Whether it were out of Commiseration to prevent his inevitable Ruin, or else out of motherly Indulgence, or whatever else the Reason was; this is certain, if her Vote could have carried it, _Bajazet_ had certainly succeeded in the