The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 12 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Canst thou advise me Isaac how to sound The depth of all his mischief. Thus you may, He being come from Zemes overthrow, And yet lukewarm in blood, and full of joy, You may in way of honour and free mind, Call him this night to banquet, then being set, When the hot spirits of caroused healths, Have spoiled his wit of smooth and painted tales, And wine unlocked the passage for the truth, Bid him relate the manner of his war, The chances and events; then when he comes To Zemes, if he err about his flight, His ends are bad, his bosom black as night. Thou art my good Angel, Isaac I applaud Thy faithful plot, Achmetes were thy soul As dark as hell, and thy enclosed thoughts, As subtle as a winding Labyrinth, By such a guide as can remove each doubt, And by a quill of thread ●'de track them out. But Isaac, if we trap him in this wiles, How shall we kill the traitor? We have a trick, Already strange to catch him in the nick. Easily thus: our laws allow a custom, Not used of late, yet firm still in effect, And thus it is; when there doth breath a man, Direfully hated of the Emperor, And he in strict severity of right Cannot proceed against him, than he may O'erwhelm him in a robe of mourning black, Which we have called deaths mantle, that thing done, The man thus used, is forfeited to fate, And a devoted sacrifice to him Whom he had er'st offended, neither can Strength or entreaty, wrest him from his death, Both which are treason, and inexpiable. Thus than you may proceed, when banquets done, And all their comic merriment run on To the last scene, and every man expects A solemn gift, due to Achmetes worth, Call for a robe therewith to deck your friend, And perfect all his glory, let that be This robe of fate, in which ready at hand, You may entomb the traitor, and bewrappe His pampered body in a veil of death, So let him dye, dream not on the event, Vice is rewarded in its punishment. I will be fierce and sudden, Isaac invite Achmetes to a feast: he dies this night. I shall: would not a private warning serve But open penance must correct my child, And a severe divorcement quite degrade Her other honoured Matrimonial rights? Were he as strong, as steele-like jointed Mars, As much applauded through our popular streets, As erst Dictator Fabius was in Rome, Or great Augustus, yet the slave should feel The wrath of an inflamed father light Heavy upon his soul, and that e'er the next sun Appear, Achmetes all thy glory's done. I feared your safety and devoutly prayed The sword of justice, which your hand did sway, Might be of conquering force.
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Canst thou advise me Isaack how to sound The depth of all his mischiefe. Thus you may, He being come from Zmes ouerthrow, And yet luke-warme in blood, and full of ioy, You may in way of honour and free mind, Call him this night to banquet, then being se, When the hot spirits of carroused healths, Haue spoyl'd his wit of smooth and painted tales, And wine vnlockt the passage for the truth, Bid him relate the manner of his warre, The chances and events; then when he comes To Zemes, if he erre about his light, His ends are bad, his bosome blacke as night. Thou art my good Angel, Isaack I applaud Thy faithfull plot, Achmetes were thy soule As darke as hell, and thy enclosed thoughts, As subtill as a winding Laberinth, By such a guide as can remoue each doubt, And by a quill of threed 'de tracke them out. But Isaacke, if we trappe him in this wiles, How shall we kill the traytor? We haue a tricke, Already strange to catch him in the nicke. Easily thus: our lawes allow a custome, Not vs'd of late, yet firme still in effect, And thus it is; when there doth breath a man, Direfully hated of the Emperour, And he in strickt seueritie of right Cannot proceed against him, then he may Oewhelme him in a robe of mourning blacke, Which we haue cal'd eaths mantle, that thing done, The man thus v'd, is foreted to fate, And a deuoted sacrifice to him Whom he had er't offende, neither can Strength or intratie, west him from his death, Both which are treason, and inexpiable. Thus then you may proceee, vvhen banquets done, And all their comicke merrimnt runne on To the last sceane, and euery man expects A solemne gift, due to Achmetes vvorth, Call for a robe therewith to decke your friend, An perfect all his glory, let that bee This robe of fate, in which ready at hand, You may intombe the traytor, and bewrappe His pampered body in a vaile of death, So let him dye, dreame not on the event, Vice is rewarded in it's punishment. I will be fierce and sudden, Isaack inuite Achmetes to a feast: he dies this nght. I shall: vvould not a private vvarning serue But open penance must correct my child, And a seuere divorcemnt qite degrade Her oher honoured Matrimoniall rights? Were he as strong, as steele-like joynted Mars, As much applauded through our popular streetes, As er'st Dictator Fbius was in Rome, Or great Augustus, yet the slaue should feele The wrath of an inflamed father light Heauy vpon his soule, and that e'r the next sunne Appeare, Achmetes all thy glorie's done. I fear' your saety and voutly prayed The sword of justice, which your hand did swaye, Might be of conquering force.