Better Gutenberg
Free, beautifully formatted public-domain ebooks
‹Better GutenbergThomas Heywood: PlaysScene III — Morocco. The Court · 49 of 122Contents›

Thomas Heywood: Plays

by Thomas Heywood

49 of 122 · Contents · Download EPUB

Scene III Morocco. The Court

Enter Mullisheg, Bashaw Alcade, and Bashaw Joffer, with other Attendants.

Mullisheg.

Out of these bloody and intestine broils

We have at length attained a fortunate peace,

And now at last established in the throne

Of our great ancestors, and reign as King

Of Fez and great Morocco.

Alcade.

Mighty Mullisheg,

Pride of our age and glory of the Moors,

By whose victorious hand all Barbary

Is conquered, awed, and swayed, behold thy vassals

With loud applauses greet thy victory.

[Shout; flourish.

Mullisheg.

Upon the slaughtered bodies of our foes

We mount our high tribunal; and being sole,

Without competitor, we now have leisure

To stablish laws, first for our kingdom’s safety,

The enriching of our public treasury,

And last our state and pleasure; then give order

That all such Christian merchants as have traffic

And freedom in our country, that conceal

The least part of our custom due to us,

Shall forfeit ship and goods.

Joffer.

There are appointed

Unto that purpose careful officers.

Mullisheg.

Those forfeitures must help to furnish up

The exhausted treasure that our wars consumed:

Part of such profits as accrue that way

We have already tasted.

Alcade.

’Tis most fit

Those Christians that reap profit by our land

Should contribute unto so great a loss.

Mullisheg.

Alcade, they shall.—But what’s the style of king,

Without his pleasure? Find us concubines,

The fairest Christian damsels you can hire,

Or buy for gold; the loveliest of the Moors

We can command, and negroes everywhere;

Italians, French, and Dutch, choice Turkish girls,

Must fill our Alkedavy, the great palace

Where Mullisheg now deigns to keep his court.

Joffer.

Who else are worthy to be libertines

But such as bear the sword?

Mullisheg.

Joffer, thou pleasest us.

If kings on earth be termèd demigods,

Why should we not make here terrestrial Heaven?

We can, we will: our God shall be our pleasure;

For so our Meccan prophet warrants us.

And now the music of the drums surcease;

We’ll learn to dance to the soft tunes of peace.

[Hautboys. Exeunt.

← Back to Thomas Heywood: Plays

Scroll to Top