Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.72 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Their matchless valour have prevailed with us, Freely enjoy the pleasures of our Land, Our Army here we do conjoin with yours, To lead them to the fair Jerusalem. We pawn our faith to this perpetual league: And now we show ourselves that Christian Host, In which true peace should flourish and abound: Unto this peace let Drums and Trumpets sound. champion's embrace, and all your stern debate Pour in abundance on the pagan's heads. Princes and Lords, let our united bands Win back Iudea from the pagan's hands. Thus have I masked my bashful modesty Under the habit of a trusty Page, And now my servants servant am I made. Love, that transformed the Gods to sundry shapes, Hath wrought in me this Metamorphosis. My love and Lord, that honoured me a woman, Loves me a youth, employs me everywhere, I serve him, wait upon him, and he swears He favours both my truth and diligence: And now I have learned to be a perfect Page, He will have none to truss his points but me, At board to wait upon his cup but me: To bear his Target in the field, but me. Nay, many a thing, which makes me blush to speak, He will have none to lie with him but me, I dream and dream, and things come in my mind: Only I hide my eyes; but my poor heart Is barred and kept from loves satiety. Like Tantalus, such is my poor repast, I see the Apples that I cannot taste. I'll stay my time, and hope yet, ere I die, My heart shall feast as richly as my eye. Counsel brave Lords, the Christian Army marcheth Even to our gates with paces undisturbed: The hollow earth resounds with weight of arms, And shrinks to bear so huge a multitude. They make a valley as they march along, And raising hills encompass either side. Counsel, brave Lords, these terrors to decide. Ioues great Vicegerent over all the world: Let us confront their pride, and with our powers Disperse the strength of their assembled Troops. Zion is ours by conquest: All Iudaea Is the rich honour of our conquering swords. Shall we not guard it then, and make our breasts The walls that shall defend Ierusalem? They shall march over us, that march this way: Before the Christians shall attain these walls With dead men's faces we will pave the earth. I cannot judge the Christians are so mad To come in way of battle, but of peace. They rather travel in devotion, To pay their vows at their Messia's Tomb, And so, as pilgrims, not as Soldiers come. Your own power blinds you and hath screened your eyes, My hairs do wear experience livery: But yours, the badge of youth and idleness. Their Army stands upon a Mountain top, Like a huge Forest: their tall Pikes, like Pines, In height do overpeer the lower Trees; Their Horsemen ride like centaurs in the meads, And scout abroad for pillage and for prey: Courage is their good Captain.
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Their matchlesse valour haue preuail'd with vs, Freely enioy the pleasures of our Land, Our Army here we do conioyne with yours, To ad them to the faire Hierusalem. We pawne our faith to this perpetuall league: And now we shew our selues that Christian Hoast, In which true peace should flourish and abound: Vnto this peace let Drums and Trumpets sound. Champions embrace, and all your sterne debate Poure in aboundance on the Pagans heads. Princes and Lords, let our vnited bands Winne back Iudea from the Pagans hands. Thus haue I maskt my bashfull modesty Vnder the habite of a trusty Page, And now my seruants seruant am I made. Loue, that transform'd the Gods to sundry shapes, Hath wrought in me this Metamorphosis. My loue and Lord, that honoured me a woman, Loues me a youth, employes me euery where, I serue him, waite vpon him, and he sweares He fauours both my truth and dilligence: And now I haue learnt to be a perfect Page, He will haue none to trusse his points but me, At boord to waite vpon his cup but me: To beare his Target in the field, but me. Nay, many a thing, which makes me blush to speak, He will haue none to lie with him but me, I dreame and dreame, and things come in my mind: Onely I hide my eyes; but my poore heart Is bar'd and kept from loues satiety. Like Tantals, such is my poore repast, I see the Apples that I cannot taste. I'le stay my time, and hope yet, ere I die, My heart shall feast as richly as my eye. Counsell braue Lords, the Christian Army marcheth Euen to our gates with paces vndisturb'd: The hollow earth resounds with weight of armes, And shrinkes to beare so huge a multitude. They make a valley as they march along, And raising hils encompasse either side. Counsell, braue Lords, these terrours to decide. Ioues great Vice-gerent ouer all the world: Let vs confront their pride, and with our powers Disperse the strength of their assembled Troupes. Sion is ours by conquest: All Iudaea Is the rich honour of our conquering swords. Shall we not guard it then, and make our breasts The wals that shall defend Ierusalem? They shal march ouer vs, that march this way: Before the Christians shall attaine these wals With dead mens faces we will paue the earth. I cannot iudge the Christians are so mad To come in way of battell, but of peace. They rather trauell in deuotion, To pay their vowes at their Messia's Tombe, And so, as Pilgrimes, not as Souldiers come. Your own power blinds you and hath skreend your eies, My haires do weare experience liuery: But yours, the badge of youth and idlenesse. Their Army stands vpon a Mountaine top, Like a huge Forrest: their tall Pikes, like Pines, In height do ouer-peere the lower Trees; Their Horsemen ride like Centaur's in the meads, And scout abroad for pillage and for prey: Courage is their good Captaine.