Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
The news my Lord is war, war and revenge. And if I shall declare the circumstance. 'tis thus. Rubyn our uncles wife that wrings her hands For Abdelmunen's death, accompanied With many dames of Fez in mourning weeds, Near to Argier encountered Abdelmelec, That bends his force puffed up with Amurath's aid, Against your holds and castles of defence. The younger brother Muly Mahamet Seth, Greets the great Bassa, that the king of Turks. Sends to invade your right and royal realm, And basely beg revenge, archrebels all, To be inflict upon our progeny. Why boy, is Amurath's Bassa such a bug, That he is marked to do this doughty deed? Then Bassa lock the winds in wards of brass, Thunder from heaven damn wretched men to death Bar all the offices of Saturn's sons, Be Pluto then in hell and bar the fiends, Take Neptune's force to thee and calm the seas, And execute Ioues justice on the world, Convey Tamburlaine into our Afrique here, To chastise and to menace lawful kings, Tamburlaine triumph not, for thou must die As Philip did, Caesar, and Caesar's peers. The Bassa grossly flattered to his face, And Amurath's praise advanced above the sound Upon the plains, the soldiers being spread, And that brave guard of sturdy janissaries, That Amurath to Abdelmelec gave, And bade him boldly be to them as safe, As if he slept within a walled town, Who take them to their weapons threatening revenge. Bloody revenge, bloody revengeful war. Away, and let me hear no more of this, Why boy, are we successors to the great Abdelmelec, Descended from the Arabian Muly Zarif, And shall we be afraid of Bassas and of bugs, Raw head and bloody bone? Boy, seest here this scimitar by my side, Sith they begin to bathe in blood, Blood be the theme whereon our time shall tread, Such slaughter with my weapon shall I make, As through the stream and bloody channels deep, Our Moores shall sail in ships and pinnaces, From Tangier shore unto the gates of Fez. And of those slaughtered bodies shall thy son, A hugy tower erect like Nimrod's frame, To threaten those unjust and partial Gods, That to Abdallas' lawful seed deny, A long, a happy, and triumphant reign. Fly king of Fez, king of Moroccus fly, Fly with thy friends Emperor of Barbary, O fly the sword and fury of the foe, That rageth as the ramping lioness, In rescue of her younglings from the bear, Thy towns and holds by numbers basely yield, Thy land to Abdilmelec's rule resigns, Thy carriage and thy treasure taken is By Amurath's soldiers, that have sworn thy death, Fly Amurath's power, and Abdilmelec's threats, Or thou and thine look here to breathe your last.
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The newes my Lord is warre, warre and reuenge. And if I shall declare the circumstance. Tis thus. Rubyn our vnkles wife that wrings her hands For Abdilmunens death, accompanied With many dames of Fesse in mourning weeds, Neere to Argier encountred Abdilmelec, That bends his force puft vp with Amuraths aide, Against your holds and castles of defence. The yonger brother Muly Mahamet Seth, Greets the great Bassa, that the king of Turkes. Sends to inuade your right and royall realme, And basely beg reuenge, arch-rebels all, To be inflict vpon our progenie. Why boy, is Amuraths Bassa such a bug, That he is markt to do this doubtie deed? Then Bassa locke the winds in wards of brasse, Thunder from heauen damne wretched men to death Barre all the offices of Saturnes sonnes, Be Pluto then in hell and barre the fiends, Take Neptunes force to thee and calme the seas, And execute Ioues iustice on the world, Conuey Tamberlaine into our Affrike here, To chastice and to menace lawfull kings, Tamberlaine triumph not, for thou must die As Philip did, Caesar, and Caesars peeres. The Bassa grosly flattered to his face, And Amuraths praise aduancde aboue the sound Vpon the plaines, the souldiers being spread, And that braue gard of sturdie Ianizaries, That Amurath to Abdilmelec gaue, And bad him boldly be to them as safe, As if he slept within a walled towne, Who take them to their weapons threatning reuenge. Bloudie reuenge, bloudie reuengefull warre. Awaie, and let me heare no more of this, Why boy, are we successours to the great Abdilmelec, Descended from the Arabian Muly Zarif, And shall we be afraide of Bassas and of bugs, Rawe head and bloudie bone? Boy, seest here this semitarie by my side, Sith they begin to bath in blond, Bloud be the theame whereon our time shall tread, Such slaughter with my weapon shall I make, As through the streame and bloudie chanels deepe, Our Moores shall saile in ships and pinnaces, From Tanger shore vnto the gates of Fesse. And of those slaughtered bodies shall thy sonne, A huge towre erect like Nemrods frame, To threaten those vniust and parciall Gods, That to Abdallas lawfull seed denie, Along, a happie, and triumphant raigne. Flie king of Fesse, king of Moroccus flie, Flie with thy friends Emperour of Barbary, O flie the sword and furie of the foe, That rageth as the ramping lyonesse, In rescue of her yonglings from the beare, Thy townes and holds by numbers basely yeeld, Thy land to Abdilmelecs rule resignes, Thy carriage and thy treasure taken is By Amuraths souldiers, that haue sworne thy death, Flie Amuraths power, and Abdilmelecs threats, Or thou and thine looke heere to breath your last.