The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 15 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 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Lest when he saw our limbs bathed all in blood, And purple streams gushed from our wounded breasts, Like water from their springs; he in a fear Should be eclipsed, or startle from his sphere, The air was thick and dim, our armies joined, The skirmishes grew hot, and angry Mars Enthroned upon the battlements of heaven, Left either side to tug with their own strength, Till their oppressing multitude bore down, The justice of our cause, and our whole side, Not daring to withstand, scorning to fly, Stood trembling on the utmost brink of hope, Then the propitious Gods singled me out Zemes, the life and spirit of our foes: We met and fought, such was my happy fate, That at the first encounter Zemes fell, And I disarmed him, when in proud contempt, He spit defiance in the face of death, Opened his breast, and dared me to the stroke, Whereby I might have sent him hence to hell, But I in admiration of his worth, Armed his right hand once more and bad him fight, Chance did direct my sword upon his head, He fell before me, and cried, Achmetes hold▪ I'm wounded to the death, and Captain go Tell Bajazet that thou hast slain his foe. I left the dying Prince, our wars were done And ceased with him, by whom they were begun. The plot has took. Treason by Mahomet. I left the dying Prince. Pursue the project. Worthy Achmetes, Well we may give, but not reward by gifts, And thank, but not requite thee, I would hate That liberality which would abate The worth of the receiver▪ thy true fame, Outstrips the length of titles, and a name Of weighty honour, is a slender price, To grace thy merits with, as for a voice, To crown thee after death, thou art the choice, Of everliving glory, on thy crest, Is her abode, and when the latest rest Of nature, hath betrayed thee to thy grave, Then shall she print in characters of gold How brave a man thou wast, how great, how bold; Though we be dumb, yet shall the world uplift, Thy name, and thou shalt live without our gift. Yet thy blessed fates, have not created thee So clearly Godlike, but some other chance, May cross thy greatness, and thy high renown The envy of some God may shoulder down, Then thus we'll make thee happy, future events Ne'er shall oppress thy worth nor envious chance Blot thy ensuing fame, Achmetes know, Death an immortal gift, we 〈…〉 Treason, treason. O my Father treason, Help janissaries. Stop the furious youth. Bring in an Headsman. Traitor, Zemes' dead? He lives to see this hand untwine thy thread. What means this outrage? Cruel homicide. Vngratefull Tyrant. Meet hilts in's guts. First let his own hands take that Mantle off. Help! Treason! I am slain. Help? why? From whom? Is not thy Guard about thee.
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Lest when he saw our limbs bath'd all in blood, And purple streames gush't from our wounded breasts, Like vvater from their springs; he in a feare Should be eclips'd, or startle from his spheare, The ayre was thicke and dimme, our armies joyn'd, The skirmishes grew hot, and angry Mars Inthron'd vpon the battlements of heauen, Left either side to tugge with their owne strength, Till their oppressing multitude bore downe, The justice of our cause, and our whole side, Not daring to withstand, scorning to flye, Stood trembling on the vtmost brinke of hope, Then the propitious Gods singled me out Zemes, the life and spirit of our foes: We met and fought, such was my happy fate, That at the first encounter Zemes fell, And I disarm'd him, when in proud contempt, He spit defiance in the face of death, Open'd his brest, and dard me to the stroake, Whereby I might hane sent him hence to hell, But I in admiration of his worth, Arm'd his right hand once more and bad him fight, Chance did direct my sword vpon his head, He fell before me, and cry'd, Achmetes hold▪ I'me wounded to the death, and Captaine goe Tell Baiazet that thou hast slaine his foe. I left the dying Prince, our warres were done And ceas'd with him, by whom they were begunne. The plot has tooke. Treason by Mahomet. I left the dying Prince. Pursue the proiect. Worthy Achmetes, Well we may giue, but not reward by gifts, And thanke, but not requite thee, I would hate That liberality which would abte The worth of the receiuer▪ thy true fame, Outstrips the length of titles, and a name Of weightie honour, is a slender price, To grace thy merits with, as for a voice, To crowne thee after death, thou art the choice, Of euerliuing glory, on thy crest, Is her abode, and when the latest rest Of nature, hath betrayd thee to thy graue, Then shall she print in characters of gold How braue a man thou wast, how great, how bold; Though we be dumb, yet shall the world vplift, Thy name, and thou shalt liue without our gift. Yet thy blest fates, haue not created thee So clearely Godlike, but some other chance, May crosse thy greatnesse, and thy high renowne The envie of some God may shoulder downe, Then thus weele make thee happy, future events Ne'r shall oppresse thy worth nor enuious chance Blot thy ensuing fame, Achtes know, Death an immortall gift, we Treason, treason. O my Father treason, Helpe lanizaries. Stop the furious youth. Bring in an Heads-man. Traytor, Zemes dead? He liues to see this hand vntwine thy thread. What meanes this outrage? Cruell homicide. Vngrateull wrtch. Tyrant. Meete hilts in's guts. First let his owne hands take that Mantle off. Helpe! Treason! I am slaine. Helpe? why? From whom? Is not thy Guard about thee.