The Wars of Cyrus, King of Persia · chunk 17 of 26
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 0.76 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Lady, how far your usage disagrees, From Cyrus' meaning, records be the gods, As for myself (not vainly be it said) I hold my eyes in bondage to my will, And keep my thoughts in yoke to reason love, My sight on beauty never surfeited, And where her beams were likely to infect, My judgement was a vail before mine eyes To bear such piercing fancies from my heart, Such as I am, such must my followers be, Else let them pack they shall not follow me. The man that offered to dishonour you, shall be so thoroughly chastised for his fault, As you shall rest sufficiently revenged, and knowledge me a gracious conqueror, Histaspis carry her to your pavilion. So stand the God's assistant to your arms, as you stand pitiful to my mishaps. My Lord, the gods and fate reserves your page, To do you further service ere he dies. Gobrias goes your page in that attire? My Lord, she is no page of mine. Some shameless strumpet and lascivious trull. And hath my Lord forgot his servant then? First must I know before I can forget, Thee have I neither seen nor known till now. O say not so my Lord, for oft ere this I have been seen and thoroughly known to you, And you I know to be my gracious Lord. Gobrias that renowned Assyrian. Fond girl it seems thy wits be not thine own. What hath my Lord forgot Libanio? I know thee now thou art my sweet Libanio, Thy borrowed habit made me to mistake, I know thee now thou art my sweet Libanio, A virtuous boy and of a noble spirit, To whose deserts and courage I ascribe, The rescue of my daughter's liberty, O Cyrus this is he that to preserve My daughter's freedom from the Assyrian king, Chose to disguise himself in her array, In fearful doubt and hazard of his life, To save her honour from the tyrant's wrath. My boy, whate'er thy birth and fortune be, Great doth this mind and thoughts of honour taste, Expressing marks of true Nobility, And to excite thee to commended works, which are the paths that to advancement ledes, Receive this chain of gold from Cyrus' neck. And wear it in the face of all the world, Not as a favour to thy person given, But as in honour to thy virtuous mind, Great and surpassing is the kingly grace. Yea far beyond the compass of my hope, Gods grant me life and fortune to deserve, This part of bounty at your royal hands. Libanio then I have not prayed in vain, Nor called upon the gods with frustrate vows, If thou once more be rendered to my sight, The tears of whose supposed funerals, Did hour by hour bedew my blubbered face. madam, the blessing of my strange escape, I attribute alone unto the gods, If passed so far the reach of human sense.
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Ladie, how farre your vſage diſagrees, From Cyrus meaning, records be the gods, As for my ſelfe (not vainly be it ſaide) I holde my eyes in bondage to my will, And keepe my thoughts in yoke to reaſon loue, My ſight on beautie neuer ſurfetted, And where her beames were likely to infect, My iudgement was a vaile before mine eyes To beare ſuch pearcing fancies from my heart, Such as I am, ſuch muſt my followers be, Elſe let them packe they ſhall not follow me. The man that offered to diſhonour you, ſhall be ſo throughly chaſtiſed for his fault, As you ſhall reſt ſufficiently reuenged, and knowledge me a gracious conquerour, Hiſtaſpis carie her to your pauilion. So ſtand the gods aſsiſtant to your armes, as you ſtand pittifull to my miſhaps. My Lord, the gods and fate reſerues your page, To doe you further ſeruice ere he dies. Gobrias goes your page in that attyre? My Lord, ſhe is no page of mine. Some ſhameleſſe ſtrumpet and laſcioious trull. And hath my Lord forgot his ſeruant then? Firſt muſt I know before I can forget, Thee haue I neither ſeene nor knowne till now. O ſay not ſo my Lord, for oft ere this I haue beene ſeene and throughly knowne to you, And you I know to be my gracious Lord. Gobrias that renowmde Aſſyrian. Fond girle it ſeemes thy wits be not thine owne. What hath my Lord forgot Libanio? I know thee now thou art my ſweet Libanio, Thy borrowed habite made me to miſtake, I knowe thee nowe thou art my ſweea Libanio, A vertuous boy and of a noble ſpirit, To whoſe deſerts and courage I aſcribe, The reſcue of my daughters libertie, O Cyrus this is he that to preſerue My daughters freedome from the Aſſyrian king, Choſe to diſguiſe himſelfe in her aray, In fearefull doubt and hazarde of his life, To ſaue her honour from the tyrants wrath. My boy, what ere thy birth and fortune be, Great doth this mind and thoughts of honour taſte, Expreſsing markes of true Nobilitie, And to excite thee to commended workes, which are the pathes that to aduauncement ledes, Receiue this chaine of golde from Cyrus necke. And weare it in the face of all the worlde, Not as a fauor to thy perſon giuen, But as in honour to thy vertuous minde, Great and ſurpaſsing is the kingly grace. Yea farre beyond the compaſſe of my hope, Gods grant me life and fortune to deſerue, This part of bountie at your royall hands. Libanio then I haue not prayed in vaine, Nor callde vpon the gods with fruſtrate vowes, If thou once more be rendred to my ſight, The teares of whoſe ſuppoſed funerals, Did houre by houre bedew my blubbered face. Madame, the bleſsing of my ſtrange eſcape▪ I attribute alone vnto the gods, If paſt ſo farre the reach of humane ſenſe.