The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 8 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
We hate thy brother, therefore lend thee aid, 'Tis not our duty to expostulate Thy right unto the Crown, on to your wars, Thrive in your projects, I shall joy to see A quarrel fought 'twixt Bajazet and me. I'll second thy encounters, and we two Like the two Roman thunderbolts of war, Will with the flashes of our fiery swords Keep their composed ranks, that they shall stand Aghast, to see two Scipioes in one band, Thanks great Armenian King, and when I am Wheeled to that height, which now my brother holds, I shall require these benefits, and vow That kindness, which I can but promise now. Come let's away, our armies are well set, Ready to march, now tremble Bajazet. Caigubus, public dangers call me forth, And I must leave thee now unto thyself My son, thou seest unto what height of fame We are ascended, yet the sun shines clear, And not one dusky cloud of discontent Dims the unspotted brightness of our joys, Not Bajazet is more beloved than I: Such strict observance is there showed to me, By all that know my worth, and hear me named, As if I grasped Ioues thunder in my hands: By all my hopes, I fear some tragic scene Will trouble our calm fortune▪ Son beware, The top of honour is a narrow plot Of ground, whither we have already got, 'Tis brittle, and uncertain, if thou tread One careless step aside, thou fallest down dead, The shoot from thence is deep, and underneath, Ruin gapes wide, thy body to receive. Stand firm Caigubus: though thou startest not away Yet blasts of envy often force aside The weariest footsteppe: these where e'er they shall, Blow strong▪ will make them stagger if not fall. I shall forget to sleep, to breath, to live, Sooner than these thy precepts, they are fixed, And printed in my thoughts. Enough, no more, That Isaac Bassa trust him not too much: I have divorced his daughter from my bed, For her adulterate looseness, hence, he hides A mass of fretting ranchor in his breast, Which he hath varnished yet, and gilded o'er With coloured shows of love, but he is false, And subtle as a Serpent, that will wind Into thy breast, stinging thee ere thou find Or once suspect his hatred; I must away, Hasty alarms call me hence, thus, and farewell, Envy grows greater, as our states excel: Father, adieu. Alaready marched so near, Zemes make haste To death, as if he longed our wrath to taste. Trizham, and Mahomet, it concerns you now, To fly hence nimbly to your Provinces, Zemes is come too near us to escape, He cannot fly the ground whereon he treads, But through your countries, hast then, if the wars Crack not his thread of life, his flight will be When you may intercept it; if we presume Only on bold Achmetes, and ourselves, In beds of down supinely, sleep at home, Zemes may scape the tempest of our wrath. Then we hope best, when each event we see, Thwarted with their preventing policy.
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Wee hate thy brother, therefore lend thee ayde, 'Tis not our dutie to expostulate Thy right vnto the Crowne, on to your warres, Thriue in your proiects, I shall joy to see A quarrell fought twixt Baiazet and mee. Ile second thy encounters, and we two Like the two Roman thunder-bolts of warre, Will with the flashes of our fierie swordes Keepe their composed rankes, that they shall stand Agast, to see two Scipies in one band, Thankes great Armeian King, and when I am Wheel'd to that height, which now my brother holdes, I shall require these benefits, and vow That kindnesse, which I can but promise now. Come let's away, our armies are well set, Ready to march, now tremble Baiazet. Caigubus, publike dangers call me forth, And I must leaue thee now vnto thy selfe My sonne, thou seest vnto what height of fame We are ascended, yet the sunne shines cleare, And not one dusky cloude of discontent Dimmes the vnspotted brightnesse of our ioyes, Not Baiazet is more belou'd then I: Such strict obseruance is there shew'd to mee, By all that know my worth, and heare me nam'd, As if I grasp't Ioues thunder in my hands: By all my hopes, I feare some tragicke sceane Will trouble our calme fortune▪ Sonne beware, The top of honour is a narrow plot Of ground, whither we haue already got, 'Tis brittle, and vncertaine, if thou tread One carelesse leppe aside, thou fall'st downe dead, The shute from thence is deepe, and vnderneath, Ruine gapes wide, thy body to receiue. Stand firme Caigubus: though thou start'st not away Yet blasts of envie often force aside The weariest footsteppe: these where e'r they shall, Blow strong▪ will make them stagger if not fall. I shall forget to sleepe, to breath, to liue, Sooner then these thy precepts, they are fixt, And printed in my thoughts. Enough, no more, That Isaack Bassa trust him not too much: I haue divorc'd his daughter from my bed, For her adulterate loosenesse, hence, hee hides A masse of fretting ranchor in his brest, Which he hath varnish't yet, and gilded o're With coloured shewes of love, but he is false, And subtile as a Serpent, that will winde Into thy brest, stinging thee ere thou finde Or oce suspect his hatred; I must away, Hasty alarmes call me hence, thus, and farewell, Envie growes greater, as our states excell: Father, adiew. Alaready marcht so neere, Zemes make hast To death, as if he long'd our wrath to tast. Trizham, and Mahomet, it concernes you now, To flie hence nimbly to your Provinces, Zemes is come too neere vs to escape, He cannot flye the ground whereon he treads, But through your countreys, hast then, if the wars Cracke not his threed of life, his flight will bee When you may intercept it; if we presume Only on bold Achmetes, and our selues, In beds of downe supinely, sleepe at home, Zemes may scape the tempest of our wrath. Then we hope best, when each event we see, Thwarted with their preventing policie.