The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 1 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi typicality 0.79 · 545 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
LEt the world feel thee, and those Demigods, Proud with the name of Kings, debase themselves To honour thee, this Crown commands as much Wherewith I do invest thy happy brow, Happy indeed if that succeeding times Shall set up virtue, so to lessen crimes. Thus from the ashes of dead Solyman Is raised another Phoenix great Corcutus; Live equally adored, when Princes bend To better courses, all their subjects mend. Crowns make not Kings, nor can that glittering show Perfect thine honour, take another sign Of thy Imperial dignity, 'tis thine. That adds a Godlike grace unto thy brow, This binds due honour, that prostrates every knee Before thy throne, then live, and may that arm Secure thy subjects from all foreign harm. What seasoned knowledge, learning's prudent Queen Hath blessed thee with, must now initiate thee In the paths of war, all studied Arts Are but degrees unto some wished end▪ And steps of hope whereby we do ascend Unto the top; and level of our thoughts. But Kings than prove most happy when they are Watchful in peace, and provident in war. Those are their utmost ends, which that they may O'ertake, Art, and the sword, make fairest way. The Muses nursed thee up, and thou didst draw The pleasant juice of learning from their breasts, In thy first nonage; here than we bestow The second help, to which good Princes owe Much of their welfare; swords are the first ground Of peace, and war; they both defend and wound. Thus are we vowed to thee, let thy dread fame Thunder amazement through the spacious world, That when thou lifts thine arm, thy foes may say Not Ioue, but great Corcutus rules the day. Which that applause hath crowned, and with it Will ever spite of traitors joying sit As now we do; nor shall my watchful care Be wanting to you, whilst this subtle air Feeds mine industrious spirits, I shall fill The good with joy, by cutting of the ill Corrupted rags of men; Ioue let me stand An object in thine eye, when thy swift hand Fails in the stroke of justice, virtue return From thy sad exile, I will purge the walls From spotted vice, and make this City free To entertain so fair a Queen as she. Then (Bassanes) I embrace what you have thrown Upon me, and these signs of honour thus We rebestow; their power still stays with us. Could this vast body of the Commonwealth Stand fast without a soul? each man should see I am not greedy of this dignity: This burdenous weight which some must undergo, The gods are busied with diviner things, And put Earth's care into the hands of Kings. And is Bajazet arrived? So fame reports Yet how he doth digest Corcutus Reign, That every Bird sings not; but sure with pain. A Turkish Bajazet, and suffer wrong, May for a time conceal his grief, not long. Eagles soar high, and scorn that shorter Plumes Should reach the clouds, which their proud wings can touch, Corcutus must not reign, to keep his father's right Due to his father, nor will he if he might, he's learned, therefore just, Arts not allow To were a Crown due to another's brow.
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LEt the world feele thee, and those Demigods, Proud with the name of Kings, debase themselues To honour thee, this Crowne commands as much Wherewith I doe invest thy happy brow, Happy indeed if that succeeding times Shall set vp vertue, so to lessen crimes. Thus from the ashes of dead Solyman Is raised another Phoenix great Corcutus; Liue equally adored, when Princes bend To better courses, all their subiects mend. Crowns make not Kings, nor can that glittering shew Perfect thine honour, take another signe Of thy Imperiall dignity, 'tis thine. That addes a God-like grace vnto thy brow, This binds due honour, that prostrates euery knee Before thy throne, then liue, and may that arme Secure thy subiects from all forraigne harme. What seasoned knowledge, learnings prudent Queen Hath blest thee with, must now initiate thee In the pathes of warre, all studied Arts Are but degrees vnto some wished end▪ And steps of hope whereby we doe ascend Vnto the top; and leuell of our thoughts. But Kings then proue most happy when they are Watchfull in peace, and prouident in warre. Those are their vtmost ends, which that they may O're-take, Art, and the sword, make fairest way. The Muses norc'd thee vp, and thou didst draw The pleasant iuice of learning from their brests, In thy first non-age; here then we bestow The second helpe, to which good Princes owe Much of their welfare; swords are the first ground Of peace, and warre; they both defend and wound. Thus are we vow'd to thee, let thy dread fame Thunder amazement through the spatious world, That when thou lifts thine arme, thy foes may say Not Ioue, but great Corcutus rules the day. Which that applause hath crowned, and with it Will euer spight of traytors ioying sit As now we doe; nor shall my watchfull care Be wanting to you, whilst this ubtill ayre Feedes mine industrious spirits, I shall fill The good with ioy, by cutting of the ill Corrupted ragges of men; Ioue let me stand An obiect in thine eye, when thy swift hand Failes in the stroke of Iustice, vertue returne From thy sad exile, I will purge the walls From spotted vice, and make this Cittie free To entertaine so faire a Queene as shee. Then (Bassaes) I embrace what you haue throwne Vpon me, and these signes of honour thus We re-bestow; their power still stayes with vs. Could this vast body of the Common-wealth Stand fast without a soule? each man should see I am not greedy of this dignity: This burdenous waight which some must vndergoe, The gods are busied with diuiner things, And put Earths care into the hands of Kings. And is Baiazet arriu'd? So fame report Yet how he doth digest Corcutus Raigne, That euerie Bird sings not; but sure with paine. A Turkish Baiazet, and suffer wrong, May for a time conceale his griefe, not long. Eagles soare high, and scorne that shorter Plumes Should reach the cloudes, which their proud wings can touch, Corcutus must not raigne, to keepe his fathers right Due to his father, nor will he if he might, Hee's learned, therefore iust, Arts not allow To were a Crowne due to anothers brow.