The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 14 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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Blessed be the hour in which I see Achmetes safe returned Bring in our banquet soldiers: boys kneel round, A ring of braver lads ne'er blessed the ground, Supply us here with nectar, give it me, Achmetes, noble warrior, here's to thee, A health to thy blessed fortunes, it shall run A complete circle ere the course be done. My duty bids me pledge it. I return Good health to Isaac, and in this I've drowned All concealed enmities. Ioue split me with his thunder, if my breast Harbour one bad thought, when this draught is past. And so I greet thy son? health to Caigubus. Mahomates the turn lights next on you. I'll pledget freely, Viceroy her's to you. Achomates, to you I must commend The welfare of Achmetes in this cup. To you Mesithes, thus I prove my love. Young Prince I do commit this health to you. I am the last▪ be prodigallin wine, Fill up my bowl with Nectar, let it rise Above the goblet's side, and may it like A swelling Ocean flow above the banks, I will exhaust it greedily, 'tis my due. we'll drink with Bacchus and his roaring crew. Already done, so quickly run about, One health to me, faith sith you are set to't, here's a carouse to all, we'll pledge it round. 'Tis the last draught to some, or I shall fail, In mine intendments▪ let a foe escape? When he was trampled down beneath his feet, There must be treason in it; how my blood boils in my breast, with anger, not the wine Could work such strong effect; my soul is vexed, 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 vnchanneled from thy veins, Then shall I be secure, a quiet rest Shall rock my soul asleep, 'tis thy last hour, Must set a period to my restless fears. What are you merry friends? drink on your course, Then all arise: and now to consummate Our happy meeting, and shut up our joys, Discourse Achmetes of your finished wars; After an age of woes it proves at last A sweet content to tell of dangers past. Let's know your whole events. Great Emperor Scarce had the rosy daystar through the East, Displayed her silver colours through the heaven, But all the watchful soldiers ready armed, Dimmed her pale cheeks, with their transparent steel, And added lustre to the dull sight morn, So stood we in full pride till the bright Sun Climbing the glass pavement of the skies, Roused the slow spirits of the backward foe, And urged them to the field; at length stepped forth Zemes, in all the trappings of his state: And like a well-taught Hector, ranged his troops, Into their several orders, all prepared Titan being fearful stepped behind a cloud,
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Blest be the houre in which I see Achmetes safe return'd Bring in our banquet souldiers: boyes kneele round, A ring of brauer lads nere blest the ground, Supplie vs here with nectar, giue it me, Achmetes, noble warriour, heer's to thee, A health to thy blest fortunes, it shall runne A compleate circle ere the course be done. My dutie bids me pledge it. I returne Good health to Isaack, and in this wee' drownd All conceal'd enmities. Ioue split me with his thunder, if my brest Harbour one bad thought, when this draught is past. And so I greet thy sonne? health to Caigubus. Mahometes the turne lights next on you. Ile pledget freely, Viceroy her's to you. Achmates, to you I must commend The welfare of Achmetes in this cup. To you Mesithes, thus I proue my loue. Yong Prince I doe commit this health to you. I am the last▪ be prodigallin wine, Fill vp my bowle with Nectar, let it rise Aboue the goblets side, and may it like A swelling Ocean flow aboue the banckes, I will exhaust it greedily, 'tis my due. Weele drinke with Bacchus and his roaring crew. Already done, so quickly runne about, One health to me, faith sith you are set too't, Heer's a carouse to all, Weele pledge it round. 'Tis the last draught to some, or I shall faile, In mine intendments▪ let a oe escape? When he was trampled downe beneath his feete, There must be treason in it; how my blood Boyles in my breast, with anger, not the wine Could worke such strong effect; my soule is vext, A chafing heat distempers all my blood, Achmetes thou must coole it when thy limbes Are emptied of that moisture they sucke in, And thy stain'd blood vnchannel'd from thy veines, Then shall I be secure, a quiet rest Shall rocke my soule asleepe, 'tis thy last howre, Must set a period to my restlesse feares. What are you merry friends? drinke on your course, Then all arise: and now to consummate Our happy meeting, and shut vp our joyes, Discourse Achmetes of your finish't warres; After an age of woes it proues at last A sweete content to tell of dangers past. Let' know your whole events. Great Emperor Scarce had the rosie day-starre through the East, Display'd her silver colours through the heauen, But all the watchfull souldiers ready arm'd, Dim'd her pale cheekes, with their transparent steele, And added lustre to the dull sight morne, So stood we in full pride till the bright Sunne Climing the glasse pauement of the skies, Rouz'd the slow spirits of the backward foe, And vrg'd them to the field; at length stept forth Zemes, in all the trappings of his state: And like a well-taught Hctor, rang'd his troupes, Into their seuerall orders, all prepar'd Titan being fearefull stept behind a cloud,