The Wars of Cyrus, King of Persia · chunk 15 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 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Nay rather sit upon this ledgy banks, That I seeing thy shadow in the stream, May feed my fancy with thy pleasant view, If not enjoy the sweetness I desire, and leap into the waves and drown myself, That thou mayst pity Dinon being dead. O I could pity Dinon being alive, But that I fear my father will not come, and then shall Alexandra suffer death. and being dead Dinon may pity me. Love, may I call thee love, lo she doth not frown, Her looks gives warrant for that Appetite, For thee I'll kneel before Antiochus, and rather than thou shalt be touched by him, I'll bear thee hence as far as Tanais, Or keep thee close in these Assyrian woods, No place is secret to Antiochus, Dost thou not know that kings hath reaching hands? I do yet know my sword is sharp and keen which when I draw and brandish in the air, all Babylon will fight in my avail, who honour me more than Antiochus. I will not say how great thy dower shall be, Nor boast what cities I command, Let this, though not a king in name, In wealth and friends I am an Emperor. If I should yield your honour might suppose, That dignity and wealth should conquer me, Therefore I blush to say I love my Lord. And when thou blushes Dinon's heart is fired, Therefore to quench it give a gentle grant. My honour being preserved, my grant is given. Thereof am I as chary as thyself, And of thy love as of my proper life, O Alexandra thy words ravisheth me, Lull me asleep with sweetness of thy voice. Then shall my song be of my Dinon's praise, Sleep Dinon, than Libanio draw thy sword, And manly thrust it in his slumbering heart. There is no way to save thy life but this. And therefore fear not, shall I slaughter him That entertained me with such amorous words, Such bounteous gifts and golden promises? When he shall know I am Libanio, And go I cannot but I shall be ta'en, Unless I slay him in his hapless sleep, For he will quickly wake and follow me, Now Dinon dies, alas I cannot strike, This habit makes me over pitiful. Remember that thou art Libanio. No woman but a bondman, strike and fly. Now that Gobrias fortress is our own, His daughter prisoner, and his Country burnt, Let's march from hence to wealthy Babylon. And muster those resolved Citizens, To meet the Persian in the open field, Twice hath he led his forces by our gates, Yet never durst to mount his battering Ram, Or warlike engine against the rampired walls, Therefore we he no more in garrison, But bustle out and fight for liberty, My Lord behold where Dinon slaughtered lies
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Nay rather ſit vpon this ledgie bankes, That I ſeeing thy ſhadowe in the ſtreame, May feede my fancie with thy pleaſant view, If not enioy the ſweetneſſe I deſire, and leape into the waues and drowne my ſelfe, That thou maiſt pittie Dinon being dead. O I could pittie Dinon being aliue, But that I feare my father will not come, and then ſhall Alexandra ſuffer death. and being dead Dinon may pittie me. Loue, may I call thee loue, loe ſhee doth not frowne, Her lookes giues warrant for that Epitite, For thee Ile kneele before Antiochus, and rather then thou ſhalt be toucht by him, Ile beare thee hence as farre as Tanais, Or keepe thee cloſe in theſe Aſſyrian woods, No place is ſecrete to Antiochus, Doſt thou not know that kings hath reaching hands? I do yet know my ſworde is ſharpe and keene which when I drawe and brandiſh in the aire, all Babylon will fight in my auaile, who hononr me more than Antiochus. I will not ſay how great thy dowre ſhall be, Nor boaſt what cities I commaund, Let this, though not a king in name, In wealth and friends I am an Emperour. If I ſhould yeeld your honour might ſuppoſe, That dignitie and wealth ſhould conquer me, Therefore I bluſh to ſay I loue my Lord. And when thou bluſhes Dinons heart is fired, Therefore to quench it giue a gentle grant. My honor being preſerude, my grant is giuen. Thereof am I as chairie as thy ſelfe, And of thy loue as of my proper life, O Alexandra thy wordes rauiſheth me, Lull me a ſleepe with ſweetneſſe of thy voice. Then ſhall my ſong be of my Dinons praiſe, Sleepe Dinon, then Libanio draw thy ſword, And manly thruſt it in his ſlumbring heart. There is no way to ſaue thy life but this. And therefore feare not, ſhall I ſlaughter him That intertained me with ſuch amorous wordes, Such bounteous gifts and golden promiſes▪ When he ſhall know I am Libanio, And go I cannot but I ſhall be taine, Vnleſſe I ſlay him in his hapleſſe ſleepe, For he will quickly wake and follow me, Now Dinon dies, alas I cannot ſtrike, This habit makes me ouer pitifull. Remember that thou art Libanio. No woman but a bondman, ſtrike and flie. Now that Gobrias fortreſſe is our owne, His daughter priſoner, and his Countrie burnt, Lets march from hence to welthie Babylon. And muſter thoſe reſolued Citizens, To meete the Perſian in the open field, Twice hath he led his forces by our gates, Yet neuer durſt to mount his battring Ramme, Or warlike engine againſt the rampred walles, Therefore we he no more in garriſon, But buſſell out and fight for libertie, My Lord behold where Dinon ſlaughtred lies