With strugling doubts: O strange were these delayes!
At last a Chelfane came, a Christian kind
Who by my griefe soone understood my mind;
And told me flat, the Janizaries drift
Was to extort me with a lingring shift.
Come, come, sayd he, the Sanzacke here is just,
Let us complaine, for now complayne you must:
He with me went, and for a Trenchman serv’d
And told the Ruler, how my Conduct swervd:
He’s calld, and soone convinc’d, and with command