The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 11 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 519 words
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Yes: Heaven's speed you well. Dear Selimus adieu. Brother farewel. Revenge and you, three furious twins of night, Ascend up to our theatre of ill, Plunge my black soul twice in your Stygian flood, That by its virtue it may be congealed, And hardened against remorse: Pluto every My breast, with a diviner policy, Then every trifling brain can reach unto; I'll fill the world with Treasons, and my wit Shall put new tracts to death: Charon shall see, His waftage still in use by company, Sent thither by my care, o 'twill do well, To blast the earth with want, and furnish hell, Tush, Virtue makes men fools, Isaac be wise, Shake off the tender fetters of remorse, And hug that chance, that opens thee the way To ruinate Achmetes: did he stand On terms of conscience, neighbourhood or love, When he cashiered my daughter from his house, And to the world's broad eye, opened her crime? No: he was swift and bitter in his hate, And so will I, he is but now returned In Triumph from the field, as full of pride As I of envy, hence I'll ground my hate. When fierce Bellona smiled on Bajazet, Amidst the fiery tumults of the War, She offered Zemes to Achmetes hand, They fought, Achmetes conquered at his foot, Fell the proud rebel, wounded, but not slain, There might Achmetes with a blow of death Cut off our fears, continued in his breath: This shall incense the angry Emperor, And crush Achmetes in his fairest hopes. True politicians work by others hands, So I will by the Prince, my plot stands firm: See where he comes, now sly Mercurius, whet My tongue, to kindle hate in Bajazet, Isaac how thrived Achmetes in his Wars, Fame is of late grown dumb of his renown, Surely unwelcome news clogs her swift wings, Else had she now been freqvent in our Court; And we had fully known the chance of all. We had, yet could not the event, Lie so concealed, but Isaac found it out, Which when I first discovered, strait it wrought Tempests of passions in me, joy and grief Reigned at one instant in the self same breast. As how? As thus. I joyed that Zemes fell, Was sorry he escaped. Fell and yet escaped? Beneath Achmetes feet the traitor fell. And yet escaped, good Ioue how may this be. Thus it might be, and was so: when sad death Was glutted with the ruin of each side, When slaughtering Mars had stained the field with blood, And cast a purple colour o'er the earth, At length some milder providence desired, An end of those hot tumults that were seen, To last in Zemes' breath; so that their fire Would be extinct, when Zemes should expire Then from the middle skirmish forth were brought He and Achmetes, being met they fought, Zemes was vanquished by a violent blow, Which struck him trembling lower than his knees▪ Now whither flattering, or present gifts Redeemed him from his fate I cannot show Something they plotted, what, none yet can know.
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Yes: Heauens speede you well. Deare Selymus adiew. Brother farewel. Revenge and you, three furious twinnes of night, Ascend vp to our theater of ill, Plunge my black soule twice in your Stygian flood, That by it's vertue it may be congeal'd, And harden'd against remorse: Pluto enrich My breast, with a diviner pollicie, Then every trifling braine can reach vnto; Ile fill the world with Treasons, and my wit Shall put new tracts to death: Charon shall see, His watage still in vse by companie, Sent thither by my care, 'twill doe well, To blast the earth with want, and furnish hell, Tush, verue makes men fooles, Isaack be wise, Shake off the tender fetters of remorse, And hugge that chance, that opens thee the way To ruinate Achmetes: did he stand On termes of conscience, neighbor-hood or loue, When he cashierd my daughter from his house, And to the worlds broad eye, opened her crime? No: he was swift and bitter in his hate, And so will I, he is but now return'd In Triumph from the field, as full of pride As I of envy, hence Ile ground my hate. When fierce Bellona smil'd on Baiazet, Amidst the fiery tumults of the Warre, She offered Zemes to Achmetes hand, They fought, Achmetes conquered at his foote, Fell the proud rebell, wounded, but not slaine, There might Achmetes with a blow of death Cut off our feares, continued in his breath: This shall incense the angry Emperor, And crush Achmetes in his fairest hopes. True polititians worke by others hands, So I will by the Prince, my plot stands firme: See where he comes, now sly Mercurius, whet My tongue, to kindle hate in Baiazet, Isaack how thriu'd Achmetes in his Warres, Fame is of late growne dumbe of his renowne, Surely vnwelcome newes clogs her swift wings, Else had she now bin freqvent in our Court; And we had fully knowne the chance of all. We had, yet could not the event, Lie so conceal'd, but Isaac found it out, Which when I first discovered, straight it wrought Tempests of passions in me, joy and griefe Raign'd at one instant in the selfe same breast. As how? As thus. I joy'd that Zemes fell, Was sorry he escap'd. Fell and yet escap'd? Beneath Achmetes feete the traytor fell. And yet escaped, good Ioe how may this bee. Thus it might be, and was so: when sad death Was glutted with the ruine of each side, When slaughtring Mars had stain'd the field with blood, And cast a purple colour o'r the earth, At length some milder providence desir'd, An end of those hot tumults that were seene, To last in Zemes breath; so that their fire Would be extinct, when Zemes should expire Then from the middle skirmish forth were brought He and Achmetes, being met they fought, Zemes was vanquish't by a violent blow, Which strucke him trembling lower then his knees▪ Now whither flattering, or present gifts Redeem'd him from his fate I cannot show Something they plotted, what, none yet can know.