Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.64 · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Courteous and honourable Abdelmelec, We are not come at Amurath's command, As mercenary men to serve for pay, But as sure friends by our great master sent To gratify and to remunerate, Thy love, thy loyalty, and forwardness, Thy service in his father's dangerous war, And to perform in view of all the world, The true office of right and royalty, To see thee in thy kingly chair enthroned, To settle and to seat thee in the same, To make thee Emperor of this Barbarie, Are come the viceroys and sturdy janissaries Of Amurath, son to Sultan Soliman. Long live my Lord the sovereign of my heart, Lord Abdelmelech whom the God of kings, The mighty Amurath hath happy made, And long live Amurath for this good deed. Our Moores have seen the silver moons to wane, In banners bravely spreading over the plain, And in this semicircles have descried All in a golden field a star to rise, A glorious comet that begins to blaze, Promising happy sorting to us all. Brave man at arms whom Amurath hath sent To sow the lawful true succeeding seed In Barbarie, that bows and groans withal Under a proud usurping tyrant's mase, Right thou the wrongs this rightful king hath borne. Distressed ladies and ye dames of Fez, Sprung from the true Arabian Muly Xarif The lodestar and the honour of our line, Now clear your watery eyes, wipe tears away, And cheerfully give welcome to these arms, Amurath hath sent scourges by his men, To whip that tyrant traitor king from hence, That hath usurped from us, and maimed you all. soldiers sith rightful quarrels aid Successful are, and men that manage them Fight not in fear as traitors and their feres That you may understand what arms we bear, What lawful arms against our brother's son, In sight of heaven, even of mine honours worth, Truly I will deliver and discourse The sum of all. Descended from the line Of Mahomet, our grandsire Mulizaref With store of gold and treasure leaves Arabia, And strongly plants himself in Barbary, And of the Moores that now with us do wend, Our grandsire Mulizaref was the first, From him well wot ye Muly Mahamet Xeque, Who in his life time made a perfect law, Confirmed with general voice of all his peers That in his kingdom should successively His sons succeed. Abdullas was the first Eldest of four Abdelmenen the second, And we the rest my brother and myself, Abdullas reigned his time. But see the change, He labours to invest his son in all, To disannul the law our father made, And disinherit us his brethren, And in his life time wrongfully proclaims, His son for king that now contends with us,
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Curteous and honourable Abdelmelec, VVe are not come at Amuratbs command, As mersenarie men to serue for pay, But as sure friends by our great master sent To gratifie and to remunerate, Thy loue, thy loialtie, and forwardnes, Thy seruice in his fathers dangerous warre, And to performe in view of all the world, The true office of right and roialtie, To see thee in thy kingly chaire inthronde, To settle and to seate thee in the same, To make thee Emperor of this Barbarie, Are come the viseroies and sturdie Ianisaries Of Amurath, sonne to Sultan Solimon. Long liue my Lord the soueraigne of my heart, Lord Abdilmelecke whom the God of kings, The mightie Amurath hath happie made, And long liue Amurath for this good deed. Our Moores haue seen the siluer moons to wane, In banners brauely spreading ouer the plaine, And in this semicircles haue descride All in a golden field a starre to rise, A glorious comet that begins to blase, Promising happie sorting to vs all. Braue man at armes whom Amurath hath sent To sow the lawfull true succeeding seed In Barbarie, that bowes and grones withall Vnder a proud vsurping tyrants mse, Right thou the wrongs this rightfull king hath borne. Distressed ladies and yee dames of Fesse, Sprong from the true Arabian Muly Xarif The loadstarre and the honor of our line, Now cleere your watrie eies, wipe teares away, And cheerfully giue welcome to these armes, Amurath hath sent scourges by his men, To whip that tyrant traitor king from hence, That hath vsurpt from vs, and maimd you all. Souldiers sith rightfull quarrels ayde Succesfull are, and men that manage them Fight not in feare as traitors and their pheres That you may vnderstand what armes we beare, What lawfull armes against our brothers sonne, In sight of heauen, euen of mine honors worth, Truly I will dehuer and discourse The summe of all. Descended from the line Of Mahomet, our grandfire Mulizaref With store of golde and treasure leaues Arabia, And strongly plants himselfe in Barbary, And of the Moores that now with vs do wend, Our grandfire Mulizaref was the first, From him well woe ye Muly Mahamet Xeque, Who in his life time made a perfect lawe, Confirmd with generall voice of all his peeres That in his kingdome should successiuely His sonnes succeede. Abdullas was the first Eldest of faire Abdelmenen the second, And we the rest my brother and my selfe, Abdullas raignd his time. But see the change, He labours to inuest his sonne in all, To disanull the lawe our father made, And dis-inherite vs his brethren, And in his life time wrongfully proclaimes, His sonne for king that now contends with vs,