The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 9 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Doubt not our haste and truth, he shall as soon Break through the fiery fabric of the skies, As through my Provinces: Through hell as soon as mine. Go, I have done my part; Mars and my fate Give fair success to my designed plot, And Zemes is entrapped, already dead: That hand secures me that strikes off his head. The battle will prove great and dangerous, But were their number double more than ours, The justice of our cause bids us go on, And like a cheerful drum strikes panting fear From every breast. Father, lead you the vanguard, The rearward be your charge, the right wing yours, Myself will guide the left, this day shall crown Your valour in full pride, Zemes must down. Time hath outstripped our haste, our foes do stand, Waving their golden plumes, as if the gods, Were come to meet great Zemes in the field, Their armies planted, and a distilling cloud, Hovers above their heads, as if it wept, At their approaching fate. Armenia's King Lead you the vanguard, under your command The rearward shall march on, the Phalanx Be your care brave Captains, as we're informed, Achmetes rules the left wing of our foe, I'll rule the right wing of ours, so when I meet, Him in his pride I'll prostrate at his feet. Our men are ordered, Zemes lead the way, The skies look dusky black on this sad day. Great Queen of chance; but do I call on this Unconstant Stepdame? be thou propitious Mars, Rough god of war: steel up this weary arm, And put a ten fold vigour in my bones; What shall Achmetes fall, and in his loss, Great Bajazet, be wronged? it cannot be Death comes to wound thee Zemes, I am he. Zemes? Achmetes? Opportunelie met, Here staggers all the fortune of the field, This hour must bless me, and a single fight Purchase thee honour, and to me my right: Honour to thee, to die by Zemes' hand, My right to me, an Empire to command. Brave Prince, I more lament thy case then can thyself That runnest with such madness on the edge Of desperate ruin, thou art but young and weak, Manhood's soft blossoms are not fully spread Upon thy downy chin; but riper years Have settled the compacture of my joints, And they are strongly knit: 'twill vex my soul In the clear morn of thine uprising hopes, To wrap thee in a fatal cloud of death. Submit thee to thy brother, thou shalt find Me thy true friend, him merciful and kind. Submit? had I a right to loves high Throne, And stood in opposition of his power, Should all the gods advise me to submit, I would reject their counsel: much more thine. Guard thee Achmetes, I thy stroke abide, I cannot gore thy Prince but through thy side. The day be thine, and Zemes stand thy Fate; Strike home, I'd lost the day, and life I hate.
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Doubt not our hast and truth, he shall as soone Breake through the fiery fabrick of the skies, As through my Provinces: Through hell as soone as mine. Goe, I haue done my part; Mars and my fate Give faire successe to my designed plot, And Zemes is intrapt, already dead: That hand secures me that strikes off his head. The battell will prove great and dangerous, But were their number double more then ours, The justice of our cause bids vs goe on, And like a cheerefull drumme strikes panting feare From euery brest. Father, lead you the vangard, The reare-ward be your charge, the right wing yours, My selfe will guie the left, this day shall crowne Your valour in full pride, Zemes must downe. Time hath outstript our hast, our foes doe stand, Wauing their golden plumes, as if the gods, Were come to meete great Zemes in the field, Their armies planted, and a distilling cloud, Hovers aboue their heads, as if it wept, At their approaching fate. Armnia's King Leade you the vanguard, vnder your command The reareward shall march on, the Phalance Be your care braue Captaines, as we're inform'd, Achmetes rules the left wing of our foe, Ile rule the right wing of ours, so when I meete, Him in his pride Ile prostrate at his feete. Our men are ordered, Zemes leade the way, The skies looke duskie blacke on this sad day. Great Queen of chance; but do I call on this Vnconstant Stpdame? be thou propitious Mars, Rough god of warre: steele vp this wearie arme, And put a ten fold vigor in my bones; What shall Achmetes fall, and in his losse, Great Baiazet, be wrong'd? it cannot bee Death comes to wound thee Zemes, I am hee. Zemes? Achmetes? Opportunelie met, Here staggers all the fortune of the field, This houre must blesse me, and a single fight Purchase thee honor, and to mee my right: Honour to thee, to die by Zemes hand, My right to me, an Empire to command. Braue Prince, I more lament thy case then can thy selfe That runnest with such madnesse on the edge Of desperate ruine, thou art but young and weake, Manhoods soft blossomes are not fully spread Vpon thy downy chinne; but riper yeeres Haue setled the compacture of my ioynts, And they are strongly knit: 'twill vexe my soule In the cleare morne of thine vp-rising hopes, To wrap thee in a fatall cloude of death. Submit thee to thy brother, thou shalt finde Me thy true friend, him mercifull and kinde. Submit? had I a right to Ioes high Throne, And stood in opposition of his power, Should all the gods aduise me to submit, I would reiect their counsell: much more thine. Guard thee Achmetes, thy stroke abide, I cannot gore thy Prince but through thy side. The day be thine, and Zemes stand thy Fate; Strike home, I'e lst the day, and life I hate.