The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 6 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.77 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Scarce had I set my foot within these walls In expectation of a solemn hearse, Due to the wand'ring Ghost of Mahomet; But loud alarms of abundant joy Ring in mine ears, and every servile groom Congratulates the Coronation Of Bajazet: hark how they roar it out. A cold disturbance like a gelid ●●ost Settles my blood within me, and I hate His cheerful triumphs, more than mine own Fate. 'Tis true indeed, I proved not the first fruits, An elder offspring of my Fathers breed, Yet was it so that Bajazet and I Both tumbled in one womb, perhaps the Queen Of women's labours doted at our birth, And sent him first abroad, or else I slept, And he before me stole into the world, Must I then lose my glory, and be hurled A slave beneath his feet? no, I must be An Emperor as full as great as he. Divorced my Daughter? fond and insolent man, I'll crush thee into nothing, if I can Endure the noise of my disgrace I know How to return it; I am a flame of fire, A chafing heat distempers all my blood. Achmetes thou must cool it, when thy limbs Are emptied of that moisture they suck in, And thy stained blood enchanted from thy veins, Then shall I be appeased, mean while I live Thy mortal foe: But stay, let me contain Mine anger undiscovered. Friend how is't? Know you not Isaac? What? The flight of Zemes Hence to Armenia. O Zemes? Yes e walkt About the City disguised, and unseen Till his escape. 'tis strange and full of fear. We meet him frequent in the vulgar mouth. Zemes is valiant, and Armenia strong, Here's Bajazet, he must beware the wrong. What is it thou murmur'st, Bajazet and wronged? Something it is thou knowest concerning us: Take thee fair leave, and speak it. Yes I know Matter of weight, such as concern thy life. Such as concern my life? Speak out thy tale, We are so fleshed in joy, bad news proves strange, And touch my sense too harshly. But you must hear. Your brother Zemes, when swift winged Fame Told him your father Mahomet was dead, Flew quickly hither first to celebrate His funeral pomp, then to assume his State, His Crown, and Sceptre: which he rightly knew, Unto your hand, and head, both to be due. But when applausive joys, and peals of mirth, Sounded loud Mosique in his troubled ears, Of you enthroned; then he began too late To brawl at heaven, and wrangle with his Fate. So he went hence and cried; revenge be mine: Quake thou great City of proud Constantine At my fierce anger, when I next return, With clouds of misty powder, I shall choke Thy breath, and dull thy beauty with its smoke. This posted he hence to Armenia's King, There to implore his aid, which he will bring To front thy power: nor doth he yet despair, To dispossess, and fright thee from thy chair.
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Scarce had I set my foote within these walls In expectation of a solemne heare, Due to the wandring Ghost of Mahomet; But lowd alarmes of abundant ioy Ring in mine eares, and euery seruile groome Congratulates the Coronation Of Baiazet: harke how they roare it out. A cold disturbance like a gelid ost Settles my blood within me, and I hate His cheerefull triumphes, more then mine owne Fae. 'Tis true indeede, I prou'd not the first fruites, An elder off-spring of my Fathers breede, Yet was it so that Baiazet and I Both tumbled in one wombe, perhaps the Queene Of womens labours doted at our birth, And sent him first abroad, or else I slept, And he before me stole into the world, Must I then loose my glory, and be hurl'd A slaue beneath his feete? no, I must be An Emperour as full as great as he. Deuorc'd my Daughter? fond and insolent man, Ile crush thee into nothing, if I can Endure the noyse of my disgrace I know How to returne it; I am a flame of fire, A chafing heat distempers all my blood. Achmetes thou must coole it, when thy limbes Are emptied of that moysture they sucke in, And thy stain'd blood inchanted from thy veines, Then shall I be appeased, meane while I liue Thy mortall foe: But stay, let me containe Mine anger vndiscouered. Friend how is't? Know you not Isaack? What? The flight of Zemes Hence to Armenia. O Zemes? Yes e walkt About the Citie disguis'd, and vnseene Till his escape. Tis strange and full of feare. We meet him frequent in the vulgar moth. Zemes is valiant, and Armenia strong, Here's Baiazet, he must beware the wrong. VVhat is it thou murmurst, Baiazet and wrongd? Something it is thou knowest concerning vs: Take thee faire leaue, and speake it. Yes I know Matter of weight, such as concerne thy life. Such as concerne my life? Speake out thy tale, VVe are so flesht in ioy, bad newes proues strange, And touch my sense too harshly. But you must heare. Your brother Zemes, when swift winged Fame Tolde him your father Mahomet was dead, Flew quickly hither first to celebrate His funerall pompe, then to assume his State, His Crowne, and Scepter: which he rightly knew, Vnto your hand, and head, both to be due. But when applausiue ioyes, and peales of mirth, Sounded loud Mosique in his troubled eares, Of you enthron'd; then he began too late To brawle at heauen, and wrangle with his Fate. So he went hence and cried; reuenge be mine: Quake thou great Citie of proud Constantine At my fierce anger, when I next returne, VVith cloudes of misty powder, I shall choake Thy breath, and dull thy beauty with it's smoake. This posted he hence to Armenias King, There to implore his ayde, which he will bring To front thy power: nor doth he yet dispaire, To dispossesse, and fright thee from thy chaire.