The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 23 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Arm arm my Lord, my Lords to instant arms, four mighty kings are landed in thy coast, And threaten death and ruin to thy land, Black Porus the AEthiopian king, Comes marching first with twenty thousand men, Next Rhesus king of sweet Arabia, In warlike manner marcheth after him, In equal number and in battle ray, Next Bion king of rich Phasiaca, And stern Bebritius of Bebritia, With each of them full twenty thousand strong All which hath vowed the death, of Ptolemy, and thus they hither bend their speedy feet. How suddenly is weather over cast, How is the face of peaceful Egypt changed, Like as the smiling flowers above the ground, By keenest edge of Eura's breath is cut. To arms my Lord and gather up your strength, Your bands in Memphis and in Caspia, Joined with your power of Alexandria, Will double all the forces of these kings, All shallbe done we may meanwhile, Bury the body of this slaughtered prince, lest with the view my senses follow his, Cursed be his hand that wrought the damned deed, Cold and uncovered may his body lie. Let stormy hail and thunder beat on him And every bird and beast run over him, That robbed poor Ptolemy of such a hope, Pursue the desperate Count that murdered him, A thousand kingdoms shall not save his life A miracle a miracle, a dreadful miracle. What miracle, oh what will heavens do more, To punish Egypt and her hapless king, As I was walking through the sirian groves I saw the desperate Count the murderer, Of good prince Doricles as I hear say, Fly through the deserts to the mimphick shades Where hell to interrupt his passage thither, Raving beneath the ground work of the earth As if ten thousand vapours burst in her, severed her womb and swallowed quick, The miserable Count. Just are the heavens in his most dreadful end, But come my Lords let us to instant arms, To drive away more mischiefs from our land. So get you gone and perish all with him, Now shall you know what want you have of me, Now will I gather up my sums of money, And of my creditors borrow what I can, Because as Leon I'll be seen no more, This day they promised for to meet me here, And here comes some of them. My master sir your friend Calatius, Hath sent you sir your five hundredth crowns for the rich jewel that he bought of you. I thank him heartily, this jewel of so many thousand crowns The Queen of Egypt did bestow on me, when that I told her in poor Iris' shape where her Cleanthes was, but soft who have we here. Druso the Italian Merchant here by me, Hath sent you sir in Diamonds and in Pearls, So much as mounteth to five thousand crowns, And craves no more assurance but your word, There's my bill and thank thy master he shall have more than word.
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Arme arme my Lord, my Lords to instant armes, Foure mightie kinges are landed in thy coast, And threaten death and ruine to thy land, Blacke the king, Comes marching first with twentie thousand men, Next Rhesus king of sweete Arabia, In warlicke manner marcheth after him, In equall number and in battaile ray, Next Bn king of rich Phasiaca, And sterne Bebritius of Bebritia, VVith each of them ful twentie thousand strong All which hath vowd the death, of Ptolomy, and thus they hether bend their speedie feete. How sodaynely is weather ouer cast, How is the face of peacefull Aegypt changd, Like as the smiling flowers aboue the ground, By keenest edge of Eras breath is cut. To armes my Lord and gather vp your strength, Your bandes in Memphis and in Caspia, Ioynd with your power of Alexandria, VVill double all the forces of these kinges, All shalbe done we may meane while, Bury the body of this slaughtered prince, Least with the vew my senses follow his, Curst be his hand that wrought the damned deede, Cold and vncouered may his body lye. Let stotmie hayle and thunder beate on him And euery bird and beast runne ouer him, That robd poore Ptolomy of such a hope, Pursue the desperate Count that murdered him, A thousand kingdomes shall not saue his life A miracle a miracle, a dreadfull miracle. VVhat miracle, oh what will heauens do more, To punish Aegypt and her haplesse king, As I was walking through the Serian groues I sawe the desperate Count the murderer, Of good prince Doicles as I heare say, Fly through the desarts to the mimphick shades VVhere hell to interrupt his passage thether, Rauing beneath the ground worke of the earth As if ten thousand vapours burst in her, Seuered her wombe and swallowed quicke, The miserable Count. Iust are the heauens in his most dreadfull end, But come my Lords let vs to instant armes, To driue away more mischeiefes from our land. So get you gone and pish all with him, Now shall you know what want you haue of mee, Now will I gather vp my sommes of money, And of my creditors borow what I can, Because as Leon Ile be seene no more, This day they promisd for to meete me heere, And here comes some of them. My mayster sir your friend Calatius, Hath sent you sir your fiue hundreth crownes for the rich Iewell that he bought of you. I thanke him hartely, this Iewell of so many thousand crownes The Queene of Aegypt did bestowe on mee, when that I told her in poore Jrus shape where her Cleanthes was, but soft who hau we here. Druso the Italian Marchant here by mee, Hath sent you sir in Diamonds and in Pearles, So much as mounteth to fiue thousand crownes, Ad craues no more assurance but your woord, Theres my bill and thanke thy maister he shall haue more then woord.