The Wars of Cyrus, King of Persia · chunk 22 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 0.72 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Is it likely Abradatus will forsake, His native prince to follow for rain arms, The father of this king by Cyrus slain, was highly loved and honoured of my Lord, This now that reigns affected Panthea's bed, Sought to procure a most unjust divorce, Betwixt my best beloved Lord and me, who therefore bears him an immortal hate, The stars of which incurable despite, Remain so deep imprinted in his thought, That ten times blessed would he think himself, To find a fit occasion for revenge. Believe me Madam, if your Lord be armed, With such sore grounded malice to the prince, His help may greatly further my affairs, And therefore if you can procure the man, To stand assistant to the Persian arms, You shall deserve great thanks at Cyrus' hand, Cyrus, I will presume to make my Lord A trusty follower of the Persian arms, And him your highness shall not fail to find, A noble friend and valiant gentleman. And Madam, he shall want at Cyrus' hands, No praise, nor honour due to good deserts. r Aaspas though thy birth and parentage, Seem deadly to the Assyrian ears, Being descended of our chiefest foes, who purchased gentry by our overthrow, And in their insignes bear the Assyrian arms, Yet seeing thou comest as confederate, In token that I love and honour thee, Receive this sword, and fight courageously. Antiochus I'll wear it for thy sake, And for the wrong that Cyrus offered me, Unless my destiny prevent my drift, I'll quickly handsel it with Cyrus' blood. Wherein hath Cyrus wronged thee Persian say. In barring me of her whom I esteem, Above the value of his Diadem. Panthea my Lord. What Panthea, Abradates wife? I lovely Panthea Abradates wife, Speak not of Panthea if thou lovest me, For her remembrance wounds my heart afresh, His grace is always passionate and sad, If she be mentioned, therefore name her not. Not that alone, but many injuries, Incensed me to attempt his overthrow, For in the field wherein your father fell, I got rich armour, gold, and sumptuous tents, all which he took unto his proper use, and gave unto his special favourites, Nor had I where withal at Cyrus' hands, To heal those wounds which I received in fight. Then see thou make as deep wounds in his flesh, And so cry quittance with the covetous king, I give thee to this sword, armour and horse, a horse as fierce as proud Bucephalus, armour of trustier proof than Thetis found, Therefore Araspas fight courageously. Albeit I have not Alexander's skill, To manage him, nor yet Achilles' arms, to charge as bravely, yet as good a heart, as Alexander or Achilles ever had. And when I shrink for fear out of the field, Let me be torn in pieces with that horse, Or hewed to death with this bright cortelaux,
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Is it likely Abradatus will forſake, His natiue prince to follow for raine armes, The father of this king by Cyrus ſlaine, was highly loued and honourde of my Lord, This now that reignes affected Pantheas bed, Sought to prucure a moſt vniuſt diuorce, Betwixt my beſt beloued Lord and me, who therefore beares him an immortall hate, The ſtarres of which incurable diſpight, Remaine ſo deepe inprinted in his thought, That ten times bleſſed would he thinke himſelfe, To finde a fit occaſion for reuenge. Beleeue me Madam, if your Lord be armde, With ſuch ſore grounded malice to the prince, His helpe may greatly further my affaires, And therefore if you can procure the man, To ſtand aſsiſtant to the Perſian armes, You ſhall deſerue great thankes at Cyrus hand, Cyrus, I will preſume to make my Lord A truſtie follower of the Perſian armes, And him your highneſſe ſhall not faile to finde, A noble friend and valiant gentleman. And Madam, he ſhall want at Cyrus hands, No praiſe, nor honour due to good deſerts. r Aaſpas though thy birth and parentage, Seeme deadly to the Aſſyrian eares, Being diſcended of our chiefeſt foes, who purchaſte gentrie by our ouerthrow, And in their inſignes beare the Aſſyrian armes, Yet ſeeing thou commeſt as confederate, In token that I loue and honour thee, Receiue this ſworde, and fight couragiouſly. Antiochus Ile weare it for thy ſake, And for the wrong that Cyrus offered me, Vnleſſe my deſtnie preuent my drift, Ile quicklie hanſell it with Cyrus blood. Wherein hath Cyrus wrongd thee Perſian ſay. In barring me of her whom I eſteeme, Aboue the value of his Diademe. Panthea my Lord. What Panthea, Abradates wife? I louely Panthea Abradates wife, Speake not of Panthea if thou loueſt me, For her remembrance wounds my heart afreſh, His grace is alwayes paſsionate and ſad, If ſhe be mentioned, therefore name her not. Not that alone, but manie iniuries, Inſenſt me to attempt his ouerthrow, For in the field wherein your father fell, I got rich armour, golde, and ſumptuous tents, all which he tooke vnto his proper vſe, and gaue vnto his ſpeciall fauourites, Nor had I where withall at Cyrus hands, To heale thoſe wounds which I receiued in fight. Then ſee thou make as deepe wounds in his fleſh, And ſo crie quittance with the couetous king, I giue thee to this ſword, armour and horſe, a horſe as fierce as proude Bucephalus, armour of truſtier proofe then Thetis found, Therefore Araſpas fight couragiouſlie. Albeit I haue not Alexanders skill, To manage him, nor yet Achilles armes, to charge as brauely, yet as good a heart, as Alexander or Achilles euer had. And when I ſhrinke for feare out of the field, Let me be torne in peeces with that horſe, Or hewed to death with this bright cortelaux,