Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.76 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Art thou that Fortunatus, whose great name, Being carried in the Chariot of the winds, Has filled the Courts of all our Asian Kings, With love and envy, whose dear presence ties The eyes of admiration to thine eyes? Art thou that Iove that in a shower of gold Appearedst before the Turkish Emperor? I am that Fortunatus, mighty soldan. Where is that purse which threw abroad such treasure? I gave it to the Turkish Soliman, A second I bestowed on Prester Iohn, A third the great Tartarian Cham received: For with these Monarchs have I banqueted, And rid with them in triumph through their courts, In crystal Chariots drawn by Unicorns. England, France, Spain, and wealthy Belgia, And all the rest of Europa's blessed daughters, Have made my covetous eye rich in th' embrace Of their celestial beauties; now I come To see the glory of fair Babylon. Is Fortunatus welcome to the Soldan? For I am like the Sun, if Iove once chide, My gilded brows from amorous heaven I hide. Most welcome; and most happy are mine arms In circling such an earthly deity: But will not Fortunatus make me blessed By sight of such a purse? Ere I depart, The Soldan shall receive one at my hands: For I must spend some time in framing it, And then some time to breath that virtuous spirit Into the heart thereof, all which is done By a most sacred inspiration. Welcome, most welcome, to the sultan's court; Stay here, and be the King of Babylon, Stay here, and I will more amaze thine eyes With wondrous sights, then can all Asia. Behold you tower, there stands mine Armoury, In which are corselets forged of beaten gold, To arm ten hundred thousand fighting men, Whose glittering squadrons when the Sun beholds, They seem like to ten hundred thousand Ioves, When Iove on the proud back of thunder rides, Trapped all in lightning flames: there can I show thee The ball of gold that set all Troy on fire; There shalt thou see the scarf of Cupid's mother, Snatched from the soft moist ivory of her arm, To wrap about Adonis wounded thigh; There shalt thou see a wheel of Titan's care, Which dropped from heaven when Phaeton fired the world: I'll give thee (if thou wilt) two silver Doves Composed by Magic to divide the air, Who (as they fly) shall play their silver wings, And give strange music to the Elements, I'll give thee else the fan of Proserpine, Which in reward (for a sweet Thracian song,) The black-browed Empress threw to Morpheus, Being come to fetch Eurydice from hell. Hath ever mortal eye beheld these wonders? Thine shall behold them, and make choice of any, So thou wilt give the soldan such a purse. By Fortune's blessed hand (who christened me,) The mighty soldan shall have such a purse, Provided I may see these priceless wonders.
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Art thou that Fortunatus, whose great name, Being carried in the Charriot of the winds, Has sild the Courts of all our Asian Kings, With love and envie, whose dear presence tyes The eyes of admiration to thine eyes? Art thou that Iove that in a shower of gold Appearedst before the Turkish Emperour? I am that Fortunatus, mightie Souldan. Where is that purse which threw abroad such treasure? I gave it to the Turkish Soliman, A second I bestowed on Prester Iohn, A third the great Tartarian Cham received: For with these Monarches have I banquetted, And rid with them in triumph through their courts, In crystall Charriots drawne by Unicornes. England, Fraunce, Spaine, and welthy Belgia, And all the rest of Europs blessed daughters, Have made my covetous eye rich in th' embrace Of their celestiall beauties; now I come To see the glory of faire Babylon. Is Fortunatus wel-come to the Soldan? For I am like the Sunne, if Iove once chide, My gilded browes from amorous beaven I hide. Most welcome; and most happie are mine armes In circling such an earthly deitie: But will not Fortunatus make me blessed By sight of such a purse? Ere I depart, The Soldan shall receive one at my hands: For I must spend some time in framing it, And then some time to breathe that vertuous spirit Into the heart thereof, all which is don By a most sacred inspiration. Wel-come, most welcome, to the Soldans court; Stay here, and be the King of Babylon, Stay here, and I will more amaze thine eyes With wondrous sights, then can all Asia. Behold you towre, there stands mine Armourie, In which are Corsiets forg'd of beaten gold, To arme ten hundred thousand fighting men, Whose glittering sqaudrons when the Sunne beholds, They seeme like to ten hundred thousand Ioves, When Iove on the proud backe of thunder rydes, Trapt all in lightning flames: there can I shew thee The ball of gold that set all Troy on fire; There shalt thou sée the skarfe of Cupids mother, Snatcht from the soft moyst Iuorie of her arme, To wrap about Adonis wounded thigh; There shalt thou sée a whéele of Titans care, Which dropt from heauen when Phaeton fir'd the world: Ile give thée (if thou wilt) two siluer Dooues Compos'd by Magicke to diuide the ayre, Who (as they flie) shall play their siluer wings, And giue straunge musicke to the Elements, Ile giue thée els the fanne of Proserpine, Which in reward (for a sweete Thracian song,) The black-browd Empresse thre to Mopheus, Being come to fetch Euridice from hell. Hath euer mortall eye beheld these wonders? Thine shall behold them, and make choice of any, So thou wilt giue the Souldan such a purse. By Fortunes blessed hand (who christned me,) The mightie Souldan shall haue such a purse, Prouided I may sée these prizelesse wonders.