The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 16 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Hemmed in with death? My friends beset me round Not to preserve my life, but murder me. Blush you pale heavens at this abhorred fact, That they may see their crimes, and be ashamed Of this unheard offence: Valiant janissaries, Sheath up these weapons of rebellion, Print not that ugly sin upon your brow, Let my tree pardon woe you to submit. Keep your allegiance firm. Ha, ha, ha, ha. One word more damns thee. How prettily he began to talk Of sin and pardon. Bajazet behold Here stands a man mild, honoured, gracious, Valiant, and faithful; gentle in command, At home beloved, and feared amongst our foes, Yet hath thy hand of cruelty assayed The hated murder of so de re a friend: Blush you pale heavens at this abhorred fact, That he may see his crimes, and be ashamed Of this new bloodiness. Wicked Bajazet These admonitions fit the teacher well. But hear me speak. First set Achmetes free, then speak thy fill. What shall I be compelled? And quickly too. We cannot brook to see him stand thus clothed. Your anger will have way. Achmetes go. There take him. They have saved thee from this woe. Pernicious villains, they have crossed my plot, 'Twas intercepted e'en in the last deed: What should Achmetes mean thus to engross The best affections of my janissaries? Will he defrand me of my Crown and life? My life I weigh not: but to lose my Crown Were to be sentenced to a hell of woes. I am full stuffed with choler. Slavish Peasants Held I a sword of power in mine hand, I would disjoint them piecemeal; can I not? Am I not Emperor? men call me so: A reverend title, empty attributes, And a long page of words follow my name, But no substantial true prerogative. Good health to Bajazet. Indeed that's nothing, since your counsel failed. Use your best patience it may be regained. Affection in your stubborn multitude Is a prone torrent not to be withstood. Were you as sacred as their household gods, Yet when you thwart the current of their will, They'll break the bands of duty, and profane That holiness to which they bound their thoughts. Mine eyes are witness with what lively joy They bore him through the streets upon their necks, Offering the use of their best strength. No more. I am already gone. Why did not then His proud ambitious tongue bid them go fetch My Crown, and with quick speed disrobe a wretch? 'Twas in his power: we are distracted Isaac▪ Lend us thy wholesome counsel to prevent My ruin, and their dangerous intent. Mine is a blunt advice, and deep in blood To cut off those base Peasants that withstood The force of your decree. To cut them off? Me thinks I see myself yet circled in With their revengeful swords, ha? cut them off? Could I but curse the Traitors from the earth, Or were my doom pronounced but of effect, I'd rattle such new torments in their ears, Should stagger their high courage; but my fears Strangle my furies, and my envious fate Forceth my tongue to flatter, where I hate.
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Length
533 words · 711 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Hemn'd in with death? My friends beset me round Not to preserue my life, but murder me. Bush you pale heauens at this abhorred fact, That they may see their crimes, and be asham'd Of this vnheard offence: Valiant Ianizaries, Sheath vp these weapons of rebellion, Print not that vgly sinne vpon your brow, Let my tree pardon woe you to submit. Keepe your alleagiance firme. Ha, ha, ha, ha. One word more damnes thee. How pretily he began to talke Of sinne and pardon. Baiazet behold Here stands a man milde, honour'd, gracious, Valiant, and faithfull; gentle in command, At home belou'd, and fear'd amongst our oes, Yet hath thy hand of cruelty assay'd The hated murder of so de re a friend: Blush you pale heauens at this abhorred fact, That he may see his crimes, and be asham'd Of this new bloudinesse. Wicked Baiazet These admonitions fit the teacher well. But heare me speake. First set Achmetes free, then speake thy fill. What shall I be compell'd? And quickly too. We cannot brooke to see him stand thus cloath'd. Your anger will haue way. Achmetes goe. There take him. They haue sau'd thee from this woe. Pernicious villaines, they haue crost my plot, 'Twas intercepted eu'n in the last deede: What should Achmetes meane thus to ingrosse The best affections of my Ianizaries? Will he defrand me of my Crowne and life? My life I weigh not: but to loose my Crowne Were to be sentenc'd to a hell of woes. I am full stuft with choller. Slauish Peasants Held I a sword of power in mine hand, I would disioynt them peece-meale; can I not? Am I not Emperour? men call me so: A reuerend title, empty attributes, And a long page of words follow my name, But no substantiall true prerogatiue. Good health to Baiazet. Indeed that's nothing, since your counsell fail'd. Vse your best patience it may be regain'd. Affection in your stubborne multitude Is a prone torrent not to be withstood. Were you as sacred as their houshold gods, Yet when you thwart the current of their will, They'le breake the bands of duty, and prophane That holinesse to which they bound their thoughts. Mine eyes are witnesse with what liuely ioy They bore him through the streetes vpon their necks, Offering the vse of their best strength. No more. I am already gone. Why did not then His proud ambitious tongue bid them goe fetch My Crowne, and with quick speede disrobe a wretch? 'Twas in his power: we are distracted Isaack▪ Lend vs thy wholsome counsell to preuent My ruine, and their dangerous intent. Mine is a blunt aduice, and deepe in bloud To cut off those base Peasants that withstood The force of your decree. To cut them off? Me thinkes I see my selfe yet circled in With their reuengefull swords, ha? cut them off? Could I but curse the Traytors from the earth, Or were my doome pronounc'd but of effect, I'de rattle such new torments in their eares, Should stagger their high courage; but my feares Strangle my furies, and my enuious fate Forcth my tongue to flatter, where I hate.