The Wars of Cyrus, King of Persia · chunk 23 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 0.82 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Thy words Araspas 'tice me to the field, and makes me think I shall be conqueror, Come let us march from wealthy Babylon, and then towards Cyrus with our royal camp. My husband mighty Lord, from Bactria, Where he lay legar for th' Assyrian king, Is come to serve under your highness flags, and in your aid hath brought two thousand horse, Backed by his friends Assyrian Gentlemen. all which will die at conquering Cyrus feet. Is Abradates come from Bactria, Then will I leave to moan Araspas loss, and think on conquest and sweet victory? Gobrias go with lovely Panthea, and bring him presently unto our tent, With those brave horsemen of Assyria, You warlike and victorious men, Marshal your several bands in equipage, That Abradates king of Susia, May wonder at the hugeness of our camp, and be the willinger to league with us. Here he comes, and if by his aspect, I may conjecture of his qualities, He is valiant, wise, trusty and liberal, I need not ask which is the Persian king, The virtues shining in his glorious looks, Say this is Cyrus, and in sign of love, will Abradates thus salute his grace, Sweet Abradates thou embracing me, Hath stolen my heart, I love and honour thee, Fair Lord was never captive gentler used, Than Panthea of this gracious conqueror. For Panthea, Cyrus I and this my train, Of which the meanest soldier may take charge, and be commander of a camp of men, So able, wise and venturous they are, Doth rest for ever at your highness beck, Our horses which are grazing on the plain, In winter gallops, and in icy seas, and in the summer swims the deepest streams, Swifter are they in pace then lightfoot Hart, Surer they are then Camels plodding on the ways, Fiercer than Tigers, and as Elephants with Castles on their backs, And if they were compassed with arming pikes, They knew which way to make their passage forth, And when their sides is painted eke with blood, they pull their reins, and looks down to the ground As if they vaunted of their service done, The rider being dismounted they stand still, And kneel upon the ground to take him up, But if he chance to die, they pine to death. These are Cyrus and the riders too, Soldiers as good as ever sun beheld, These horses thou speakest of makes me glory more, Than Lydian Croesus in his heaps of gold, And of them all doth Cyrus make account, As of the strengths and sinews of the war, We have intelligence the Assyrian king Is come from Babylon to meet us straight, Therefore if Abradates favour us, Mount and away for we'll assail them first. For that comes Abradates, let's away.
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Thy wordes Araſpas tiſe me to the field, and makes me thinke I ſhall be conquerour, Come let vs march from wealthie Babylon, and then towards Cyrus with our royall campe. My husband mightie Lord, from Bactria, Where he lay legar for th' Aſſyrian king, Is come to ſerue vnder your highneſſe flagges, and in your aide hath brought two thouſand horſe, Backt by his friends Aſſyrian Gentlemen. all which will die at conquering Cyrus feete. Is Abradates come from Bactria, Then will I leaue to mone Araſpas loſſe, and thinke on conqueſt and ſweete victorie? Gobrias go with louely Panthea, and bring him preſently vnto our tent, With thoſe braue horſemen of Aſſyria, You warlike and victoriouſmen, Marſhall your ſeuerall bands in equipage, That Abradates king of Suſia, May wonder at the hugeneſſe of our campe, and be the willinger to league with vs. Here he comes, and if by his aſpect, I may coniecture of his qualities, He is valiant, wiſe, truſtie and liberall, I need not aske which is the Perſian king, The vertues ſhining in his glorious lookes, Say this is Cyrus, and in ſigne of loue, will Abradates thus ſalute his grace, Sweete Abradates thou imbraſing me, Hath ſtolne my heart, I loue and honour thee, Faire Lord was neuer captiue gentler vſde, Then Panthea of this gracious conquerour. For Panthea, Cyrus I and this my traine, Of which the meaneſt Soulder may take charge, and be commander of a campe of men, So able, wiſe and venterous they are, Doth reſt for euer at your highneſſe becke, Our horſes which are graſing on the plaine, In winter gallops, and in Iſie ſeas, and in the ſommer ſwimmes the deepeſt ſtreames, Swifter are they in pace then lightfoot Hart, Surer they are then Cammels dlodding on the wayes, Fiercer then Tygres, and as Olephants with Caſtles on their backes, And if they were compaſt with arming pikes, They knew which way to make their paſſage forth, And when their ſides is painted eke with blood, they pull their reines, and lookes downe to the ground As if they vaunted of their ſeruice done, The rider being diſmounted they ſtand ſtill, And kneele vpon the ground to take him vp, But if he chaunce to die, they pine to death. Theſe are Cyrus and the riders too, Souldiers as good as euer ſunne behelde, Theſe horſes thou ſpeakeſt of makes me glorie more, Then Lydian Creſſusin his heapes of gold, And of them all doth Cyrus make account, As of the ſtrengthes and ſinewes of the warre, We haue intelligence the Aſſyrian king Is come from Babylon to meete vs ſtraight, Therefore if Abradates fauour vs, Mount and away for we'le aſſaile them firſt. For that comes Abradates, lets away.