The Wars of Cyrus, King of Persia · chunk 11 of 26
Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1594] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Because the plants of such corrupted stocks, will fructify according to the root, And for Gobrias treason to his prince, I will prevent like mischiefs in his race. Admit Gobrias might be reclaimed, Unto his first allegiance to my Lord, Would you remit the offence of his revolt, And take him to your former grace again? So let the gods stand gracious to my soul, If he forsake those hateful Persian arms, And firm his faith and loyalty to me. Then prince before you wreak revenge on me, Grand passport and safe conduit to my page, That he may go and signify to him, The desperate state wherein his daughter stands, When once my father shall perceive my plight, And that my life must pay for his revolt, I know that instant hour he will return, And yield himself to mercy of my Lord. Scribe give her page safe conduct through my camp, And boy when you arrive before Gobrias, Tell if he return I pardon him, If other wise, off goes his daughter's head. I will dread Lord: O madam grant the gods, These eyes once more may see your liberty. As pleaseth their deities Libanio. Dinon take you this damsel to your charge, And use her nobly though she be a thrall. To use her worse the honour were but small. I murder Cyrus, far be such a thought, Much more the execution of the deed, Like as the Sun beams to the gazer's eye, So is his view to daunted Ctesiphon, During the rancour of my wicked mind, And melting all in thoughts of sweet remorse, How wise and gracious is this Persian king, Who by his wisdom wins his followers hearts, Letting them march in armour wrought with gold, And he girt in a coat of complete steel. O Cyrus politic and liberal, How honourable and magnanimous? Rewarding virtue, and revenging wrongs, How full of temperance and fortitude, Daring to menace Fortune with his sword, Yet merciful in all his victories, See where he comes, I'll fall upon the ground, And ask for pardon at his highness feet. Rise up Assyrian, Cyrus is no God. O Cyrus, know Antiochus my Lord, My Lord, said I, no I will renounce him quite, suborned me wretch with his persuasions words, To do a deed of such impiety, As I God knows suborn to think upon, It was thy death victorious Cyrus, But mighty Lord your virtues conquered me, And or an enemy false and treacherous, Am I become a vowed friend to Cyrus' health, And in that resolution priest to die. Live long to wail for thy pretended ill, As free from punishment as for reward, The lives of kings are guarded by the gods, Nor are they in the hands of mortal men, Assyrian, though thy sword were at my breast, The jealous angel that attends on us, Would snatch it from thy hands, and fling it down. And therefore muse not at this accident.
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Becauſe the plants of ſuch corrupted ſtockes, wil fructifie according to the roote, And for Gobrias treaſon to his prince, I will preuent like miſchifes in his raſe. Admit Gobrias might be reclaimed, Vnto his firſt allegiance to my Lord, Would you remit the offence of his reuolt, And take him to your former grace againe? So let the gods ſtand gracious to my ſoule, If he forſake thoſe hatefull Perſian armes, And firme his faith and loyaltie to me. Then prince before you wreake reuenge on me, Grand paſſeport and ſafe conduite to my page, That he may goe and ſignifie to him, The deſperate ſtate wherein his daughter ſtandes, When once my father ſhall perceiue my plight, And that my life muſt pay for his reuolt, I know that inſtant houre he will returne, And yeeld himſelfe to mercie of my Lord. Scribe giue her page ſafe conduct through my campe, And boy when you ariue before Gobrias, Tell if he returne I pardon him, If other wiſe, off goes his daughters head. I will dread Lord: O madam grant the gods▪ Theſe eyes once more may ſee your libertie. As pleaſeth their dieties Libanio. Dinon take you this damſell to your charge, And vſe her noblie though ſhe be a thrall. To vſe her worſe the honour were but ſmall. I murther Cyrus, farre be ſuch a thought, Much more the execution of the deed, Like as the Sunne beames to the gazers eye, So is his view to daunted Cteſiphon, During the rancor of my wicked minde, And melting all in thoughts of ſweet remorce, How wiſe and gracious is this Perſian king, Who by his wiſdome winnes his followers hearts, Letting them march in armour wrought with gold, And he girt in a coate of complete ſteele. O Cyrus politique and liberall, How honourable and magnanimious? Rewarding vertue, and reuenging wrongs, How full of temperance and fortitude, Daring to menace Fortune with his ſworde, Yet mercifull in all his victories, See where he comes, Ile falle vpon the ground, And aske for pardon at his highneſſe feet. Riſe vp Aſſyrian, Cyrus is no God. O Cyrus, know Antiochus my Lord, My Lord, ſaid I, no I will renounce him quite, Subornd me wretch with his perſuaſious wordes, To doe a deed of ſuch impietie, As I God knowes ſuborne to thinke vpon, It was thy death victorious Cyrus, But mightie Lord your vertues conquered me, And or an enemie falſe and trecherous, Am I become a vowed friend to Cyrus health, And in that reſolution preſt to die. Liue long to waile for thy pretended ill, As free from puniſhment as for reward, The liues of kings are garded by the gods, Nor are they in the hands of mortall men, Aſſyrian, though thy ſword were at my breaſt, The gealous angell that attends on vs, Would ſnatch it from thy hands, and fling it downe. And therefore muſe not at this accident.