Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1594] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.83 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
weighing the double fortune of the wars, And in my thoughts foredreading these mishaps, What likelier rescue to prevent my harms, Then to be guarded with a mighty camp, Since that an army of united hearts, Is stronger than a fort af brazen walls. Madam, your fall is great and lamentable, Thus of a Queen a captive to become, This rests to show your princely fortitude, In bearing these mishaps with patient mind. Philosophy hath taught me to embrace, A mean and moderation in mishaps, Long since I learned to master all affects, And perturbations that assail the mind, Only I have not learned to master chance, yet have I learned to scorn the utmost spite, Only the pang that most torments my thought, Is absence of my best beloved lord. Learn henceforth to forget your lord, There lives another lord to enjoy your love, Victorious Cyrus he shall be your lord. Victorious Cyrus though I be his thrall, Shall know my honour is invincible. But they that once in state of bondage be. Must yield to hest of others that be free. Lord's dream of me or Cyrus as you please, Only this outward person is his thrall, My mind and honour free and ever shall. For that agree with Cyrus as you may, Till then Araspas take her to your tent. Come Lady, you must walk apart with me, So fortune and my destinies agree. Persians conduct me to your general. What art thou that thus armed with sword and spear, Dares crave access unto our general? I come to yield, bring me to Cyrus' tent. Thy habit shows thou art an enemy, And we may suspect thou meanest but ill, Therefore if thou wilt yield unarm thyself, And we will bring thee unto Cyrus' tent. The Assyrian king whom ye have put to death, Making me leader of a thousand horse, Buckled the armour with his gracious hands, Nor shall it be unloosed but by asking. How haughty minded is this conquered man, Cyrus shall know upon what terms he stands. Assyrian captain as thou lovest thy life, Stand not upon thy guard, but yield to us. Small guard have I to shield me from your swords, Most of my region is slain in fight, And of a thousand only these are left, Whose wounds yet bleeding proves then faint & weak, Yet rather will we run upon your spears, Then with dishonour yield our weapons, These if ye injure us must be our friends, And either make us live or die like men. Of whence art thou that craves access to us? By birth great Cyru: an Assyrian, And of the noblest house in Babylon. Sometime commander of a thousand horse, But those thy men have slaughtered and surprised, And therefore I have lost the ample shle, yet I am mighty Gobrias, rich in revenues, strong in fortresses That can command a camp of fighting men, As resolute (be it said without offence) As those that had the glory of the day, All which with me the governor of all, I yield unto your mighty patronage.
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Weying the double fortune of the warres, And in my thoughts foredreading theſe miſhaps, What likelier reſcue to preuent my harmes, Then to be garded with a mightie campe, Since that an armie of vnited hearts, Is ſtronger then a fort af brazen walles. Madam, your fa l is great and lamentable, Thus of a Queene a captiue to become, This reſts to ſhew your princely fortitude, In bearing theſe miſhaps with patient minde▪ Philoſophy hath taught me to embrace, A meane and moderation in miſhaps, Long ſince I learnde to maſter all affects, And perturbations that aſſaile the minde, Onely I haue not learnde to maſter chaunce, yet haue I learnde to ſcorne the vtmoſt ſpight▪ Onely the pangue that moſt torments my thought, Is abſence of my beſt beloued lord. Learne henceforth to forget your lord, There liues an other lord to enioy your loue, Victorious Cyrus he ſhall be your lord. Victorious Cyrus though I be his thrall, Shall know my honour is inuincible. But they that once in ſtate of bondage bee. Muſt yeeld to heſt of others that be free. Lords dreame of me or Cyrus as you pleaſe▪ Onely this outward perſon is his thrall, My minde and honour free and euer ſhall. For that agree with Cyrus as you may, Till then Araſpas take her to your tent. Come Ladie, you muſt walke apart with me, So fortune and my deſtinies agree. Perſians conduct me to your generall. What art thou that thus armde with ſword and ſpeare, Dares craue acceſſe vnto our generall▪ I come to yeeld, bring me to Cyrus tent. Thy habit ſhowes thou art an enemie, And we may ſuſpect thou meaneſt but ill, Therefore if thou wilt yeeld vnarme thy ſelfe, And we will bring thee vnto Cyrus tent. The Aſſyrian king whom ye haue put to death, Making me leader of a thouſand horſe, Buckled the armour with his gracious hands, Nor ſhall it be vnlooſed but by asking. How hautie minded is this conquered man, Cyrus ſhall know vpon what tearmes he ſtandes. Aſſyrian captaine as thou loueſt thy life, Stand not vpon thy guard, but yeeld to vs. Smal guard haue I to ſhield me from your ſwords, Moſt of my region is ſlaine in fight, And of a thouſand onely theſe are left, Whoſe wounds yet bleeding proues thē faint & weak, Yet rather will we runne vpon your ſpeares, Then with diſhonour yeeld our weapons, Theſe if ye iniure vs muſt be our friends, And either make vs liue or die like men. Of whence art thou that craues acceſſe to vs? By birth great Cyru: an Aſſyrian, And of the nobleſt houſe in Babylon. Sometime commander of a thouſand horſe, But thoſe thy men haue ſlaughtered and ſurpriſed, And therefore I haue loſt the ample ſhle, yet I am mighty Gobrias, rich in reuenues, ſtrong in fortreſſes That can command a campe of fighting men, As reſolute (be it ſaid without offence) As thoſe that had theglorie of the day▪ All which with me the gouernor of all, I yeeld vnto your mightie patronage.