Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.77 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Courage! no. Pale fear, and black destruction, leads the so. I say again, the Christian Princes lead An Army, for their power, invincible. Victorious hope sits hovering on their plumes: Their guilded Armour shines against the Sun, Dazzling our eyes from top of yonder Hill Like the bright streaks that flow from Paradise. Oh conquest worthy the brave Persian swords? Let us descend from forth the Town and meet them. No. Yes. Should Ioue himself in Thunder answer I When we say no; we'd pull him from the sky. Should Soldan, Sophy, Priest, or Presbyter, Or Gods, or devils, or men, gainsay our will: Him, them, or thee, would the brave Persian Kill. Quench your hot spleens with drops of sweet advice, Temper your rage with counsel mighty Kings. I say we will make peace with Christendom. I say the Persian scorns to be colleague, Or to have part with them of Christendom. Yet hear my age. Yet hearken to my youth. My tongue give place unto the soldan's age. But I applaud the Persians youthful rage. Stay Lords, our grave experience doth foresee The mischiefs that attend on this debate. We tread the path of our destruction, By our dissensions grow the Christians strong, Whom our united hearts may easily quell. Brave Persian Sophy, we commend your hate To them that have abhorred our Pagan gods: Yet temper it with wisdom, valiant Prince. 'Tis our security I would increase, When with my words I mention gentle peace. Experience doth instruct the sultan's tongue, Hearken to him, he speaks judicially. My tongue a while gives licence to mine ear: The depth of your grave wisdoms let us hear. Then thus, let's send unto the Christians' Host, To know what cause hath brought them thus far armed. If peaceably they come to visit here The ancient Relics of their saviours Tomb; Peace shall conduct them in, and guard them out. But if they come to conquer Zion's Hill, And make irruption through our triple walls; Death and despair shall ambush in their way, And we will seize the ensigns they display. My youth yields willingly to your grave years, Let it be so. But whom shall we elect To be created Lords Ambassadors? Moretes shall be one, for I am sure He will employ his tongue, peace to procure. Turnus another, he that all things dares, Will with defiance stir them up to war. Moretes and brave Turnus, speed you straight Unto the Christian Host: Say, if they come Like pilgrims, to behold the Sepulchre, Our gates stand open to receive them in: And be you painful to persuade a peace. But if they stand upon their hostile ground, Say that our breasts are armed, our swords are keen, Bold are our hearts, and fiery is our spleen, And so be gone. I to persuade a peace. I go the furious rage of war t'increase.
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Courage! no. Pale feare, and blacke destruction, leads the soe. I say againe, the Christian Princes leade An Army, for their power, inuincible. Victorious hope sits houering on their plumes: Their guilded Armour shines against the Sunne, Dazeling our eyes from top of yonder Hill Like the bright streakes that flow from Paradise. Oh conquest worthy the braue Persian swords? Let vs descend from forth the Towne and meete them. No. Yes. Should Ioue himselfe in Thunder answere I When we say no; wee'd pull him from the skie. Should Soldan, Sophy, Preist, or Presbyter, Or Gods, or deuils, or men, gaine-say our will: Him, them, or thee, would the braue Persian Kill. Quench your hot spleenes with drops of sweete aduice, Temper your rage with counell mighty Kings. I say e will make peace with Christendome. I say the Pean scornes to be colleague, Or to haue part with them of Christendome. Yet heare my age. Yet hearken to my youth. My tongue giue place vnto the Sold age. But I applaud the Persians youthfull rage. Stay Lords, our graue experience doth forsee The mischeifes that attend on this debate. We tread the path of our destruction, By our dissentions grow the Christians strong, Whom our vnited hearts may easily quell. Braue Persian Sophy, we commend your hate To them that haue abhor'd our Pagan gods: Yet temper it with wisedome, valiant Prince. 'Tis our security I would increase, When with my words I mention gentle peace. Experience doth instruct the Soldans tongue, Hearken to him, hee speakes iudicially. My tongue a while giues licence to mine eare: The depth of your graue wisedomes let vs heare. Then thus, let's send vnto the Christians Hoast, To know what cause hath brought them thus farre arm'd. If peaceably they come to visite here The ancient Reliques of their Sauiours Tombe; Peace shall conduct them in, and guard them out. But if they come to conquer Syons Hill, And make irruption through our triple wals; Death and despaire shall ambush in their way, And we will seize the ensignes they display. My youth yeelds willingly to your graue yeares, Let it be so. But whom shall we elect To be created Lords Embassadours? Moretes shall be one, for I am sure He will employ his tongue, peace to proure. Turnus another, he that all things dares, Will with defiance stirre them vp to warre. Moretes and braue Turnus, speed you straight Vnto the Christian Hoast: Say, if they come Like Pilgrimes, to behold the Sepulchre, Our gates stand open to receiue them in: And be you painefull to perswade a peace. But if they stand vpon their hostile ground, Say that our brests are arm'd, our swords are keene, Bold are our hearts, and fiery is our spleene, And so be gone. I to perswade a peace. I go the surious rage of warre t'encrease.