Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.86 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Thou durst as well Have eaten fire, as uttered these bold words, If 'twere not for the laws that are observed Between all Nations, that Ambassadors Be well entreated, this great privilege Hath brought forth this presumption; know yourself And how far you may go, else I shall be Though loath, a breaker of the ancient custom. Sir, I'm commanded not to be in place Where I shall hear my King, or any branch Sprung from that royal stock traduced in fame, But to make answer roughly, not to stand A silent auditor, or a dumb statue, Without or sense or motion. I commend thee Old man, and love thee for it, we will be Soon reconciled, and will lay the fault Of our contention to the heat of youth And choler of old age; now our affairs Call us to fight a battle, all my thoughts Must be employed in this, whereby I shall With glory rise, if not with honour fall. Now whilst the trumpets sound, drums beat alarm, The cannons roar, the armies join and charge, (Which sometimes were the music we delighted) Must old Arabia lay his arms aside, And sit at home with Ladies by command Of nature's law although his life and crown, Lie at the doubtful hazard of the day: Heaven bless our army we that cannot fight Will send our prayers up to the Gods for aid, And wake there sleeping justice with our cries: Great Princess you are sad to see us so And of your silken disposition seem To have a fellow feeling of our sorrow, Cheer up, we do beseech you, and dear daughter Be joyful too, we shall have good success My better Genius tells me. Who commands Great King your army 'gainst the enemy? The valiant Prince Amandus, whom at length We did persuade to take that charge upon him. Then be assured the victory is yours, For all things prosper under his conduct. Madam you do revive our dying spirits With words of comfort, happy time that made us Enjoy your conversation, blessed occasion That brought the noble Prince unto our aid Whom heavens defend from danger and return Home safe conqueror crowned with victory. Here comes a Lord with news, what tidings bring you? To whether side doth victory incline, And bend her flight? 'tis doubtful yet my Lord Where she will light, she hovers in the air Uncertain where to rest her, sometimes ready To light upon the prince his white pavilion, Sometimes upon the Persians; had we not Fought at such disadvantage as we do, The glory of the day had not so long Between us been disputed: never was An army better ordered for a battle, Than ours is by the Prince, Doth wonders in the field breakes through their troops, And strong battalions, Wisely retraits with honour: hard's the fight That is between them, and the issue stands Yet in suspense. We must attend more news Another Lord intelligencer comes. How speeds the battle?
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Thou durst as well Have eaten fire, as utter'd these bold words, If twere not for the lawes that are observ'd Betweene all Nations, that Embassadours Be well intreated, this great priviledge Hath brought forth this presumption; know your selfe And how farre you may goe, else I shall be Though loath, a breaker of the antient custome. Sir, I'm commanded not to be in place Where I shall heare my King, or any branch Sprung from that royall stock traduc'd in fame, But to make answer roughly, not to stand A silent auditour, or a dumbe statue, Without or sence or motion. I commend thee Old man, and love thee for it, we will be Soone reconcil'd, and will lay the ult Of our contention to the heate of youth And choler of old age; now our affaires Call us to fight a batell, all my thoughts Must be imploy'd in this, whereby I shall With glory rise, if not with honor fall. Now whilst the trumpets sound, drums beat alarm▪ The cannons roare, the armyes joyne and charge, (Which sometimes were the musicke we delighted) Must old Arabia lay his armes aside, And sit at home with Ladyes by command Of natures law although his life and crowne, Lye at the doubtfull hazard of the day: Heaven blesse ou we that cannot fight Will send our prayers up to the Gods for aide, And wake there sleeping justice with our cries: Great Princesse you are sad to see us so And of your silken disposition seeme To have a fellow feeling of our sorrow, Cheere up, we doe besech you, and deere daughter Be joyfull too, we shall have good successe My better Genius tells me. Who commands Great King your army 'gainst the enemie? The valiant Prince Amandus, whom at length We did perswade to take that charge upon him. Then be assur'd the victory is yours, For all thinges prosper under his conduct. Madam you doe reviv our dying spirits With wordes of comfort, happy time that made us Enjoy your conversation, blest occasion That brought the noble Prince unto our ayd Whom heavens defend from danger and returne Home safe conquerour cround with victory. Here comes a Lord with newes, what tidings bring you? To wether side doth victory encline, And bend her flight? t'is doubtfull yet my Lord Where she will ight, she hovers in the aire Vncertaine where to rest her, sometimes ready To light upon the prince his wh parilion, Sometimes upon the Persian; had we no Fought at such disadvantage as we doe, The glory of the day had not so long Betweene us beene disputed: never was An army better order'd for a battell, Then ours is by the Prince, Doth wonders in the field their troops, And strong battalions, Wisely retraits with honour: hard's the fight That is between them, and the issue stands Yet in suspence. We must attend more news Another Lord intelligence comes. How speeds the battell?