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THE SACRIFICE.
ACT I. SCENE I.
At unknown Virtues Salvages are frighted.
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At unknown Virtues Salvages are frighted.
My Fathers old Captains: Let them have considera∣ble Pensions, besides Pay; and the first Commands that fall.
Isfendlar, Tachretin, and Germean Ogli.
Rich Noblemen: Let them be imploy'd in places of Honour and Magnificence, they may support themselves.
Haly Mordecai.
Ha! A man that opposes me; not for the publick good, but to be taken off by preferment: let him be advanc'd to the Gallows.
Burranes and Garrulan.
Men of more Sail then Ballast; Impudent, shallow Intruders: Let 'em be banish'd the Court. Princes, for the most part, keep the worst Company.
Persons of great Wit, Honor, and Integrity: Let 'em be advanc'd immediately; there can be no places too good for 'em.
I love not to force Grounds; but sow my Favors In fertil Soils, and my returns ne'r fail me: 'Tis pity Virtue shou'd want stuff to work on, Or languish with Ignoble Aliments.The mighty Tamerlane lyes at your mercy. Nothing is weaker than secure Greatness. On the South side of his Camp you may break in, up to his own Pavilion. Make use of the sudden opportunity, by the advice of
I'm sorry for't indeed, Sir.
Bless me! what Thunder, and what Lightning too!
'Tis hard, when a Man's own Wit runs so low, that he is forc'd to let in the Tide of another Man's Counsel; 'tis as fatal and slavish, as borrowing of Money. Now will Despina, when she's a little cooler, tell him that formal Tale I told her; Plow, that upon very high, and opprobrious Language to the Emperor, one of the Keepers, by his order, struck Bajazet, that he dyed on't: which is not so very Barbarous, but Tamerlane perhaps will own it a little to try her temper; but he shall never be believed, if he unswear it a Thousand times. He is a Man of so much Honor, That a Lye of his is more credible than a Ver∣dict of Twelve Men. 'Tis not good to use a Man's self to be too punctual: 'tis too like an Engine; Every Man knows where to have him.