_Mahomet_ [_speaking out of the Brazen Head_]. You cannot tell, nor will you seek to know: O perverse priests, how careless are you wax'd, As when my foes approach unto my gates, You stand still talking of "I cannot tell!" Go pack you hence, and meet the Turkish kings Which now are drawing to my temple ward; Tell them from me, God Mahomet is dispos'd To prophesy no more to Amurack, Since that his tongue is waxen now so free, As that it needs must chat and rail at me. [_The_ Priests _kneel._
_First Pr._ O Mahomet, if all the solemn prayers Which from our childhood we have offer'd thee, Can make thee call this sentence back again, Bring not thy priests into this dangerous state! For when the Turk doth hear of this repulse, We shall be sure to die the death therefóre.
_Mahomet_ [_speaking out of the Brazen Head_]. Thou sayest truth; go call the princes in: I'll prophesy unto them for this once; But in such wise as they shall neither boast, Nor you be hurt in any kind of wise.
_Enter_ BELINUS, CLARAMONT, ARCASTUS _and_ FABIUS, _conducted by the_ Priests.
_First Pr._ You kings of Turkey, Mahomet our god, By sacred science having notice that You were sent legates from high Amurack Unto this place, commanded us, his priests, That we should cause you make as mickle speed As well you might, to hear for certainty Of that shall happen to your king and ye.
_Beli._ For that intent we came into this place; And sithens that the mighty Mahomet Is now at leisure for to tell the same, Let us make haste and take time while we may, For mickle danger happeneth through delay.
_Sec. Pr._ Truth, worthy king, and therefore you yourself, With your companions, kneel before this place, And listen well what Mahomet doth say.
_Beli._ As you do will, we jointly will obey. [_All kneel down before the Brazen Head._
_Mahomet_ [_speaking out of the Brazen Head_]. Princes of Turkey, and ambassadors Of Amurack to mighty Mahomet, I needs must muse that you, which erst have been The readiest soldiers of the triple world, Are now become so slack in your affairs As, when you should with bloody blade in hand Be hacking helms in thickest of your foes, You stand still loitering in the Turkish soil. What, know you not how that it is decreed By all the gods, and chiefly by myself, That you with triumph should all crownèd be? Make haste, kings, lest when the fates do see How carelessly you do neglect their words, They call a council, and force Mahomet Against his will some other things to set. Send Fabius back to Amurack again, To haste him forwards in his enterprise; And march you on, with all the troops you have, To Naples ward, to conquer Arragon, For if you stay, both you and all your men Must needs be sent down straight to Limbo-den.