King. O reverent man, come neare me; worke this wonder,
Aske gold, honours, any, any thing
The sublunary treasures of this world
Can yeeld, and they are thine.
Eugen. I will doe nothing without a recompence.
King. A royall one.
Omnes. Name what you would desire.
King. Stand by; you trouble him. A recompence can my Crowne bring thee, take it; Reach him my Crowne and plant it on his head.
Eugen. No; here's my bargaine—
King. Quickly, oh speake quickly.— Off with the good man's Irons.
Eugen. Free all those Christians which are now thy slaves,
In all thy Cittadels, Castles, Fortresses;
Those in Bellanna and Mersaganna,
Those in Alempha and in Hazanoth,
Those in thy Gallies, those in thy Iayles and Dungeons.
King. Those any where: my signet, take my signet, And free all on your lives, free all the Christians. What dost thou else desire?
Eugen. This; that thy selfe trample upon thy Pagan Gods.