Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 18 of 51

Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals)
tragedy · at University
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

Am I so poor in worth? still kept so low? Was I begot only to live and dye, To fill a place, move idly to and fro Like other naturals? unmanly life, The world shall take more notice of my fame, Else will I with the venomed sting of war, Deface the beauty, of the universe. Posteritie shall know, once there did breathe A Selimus, a mortal deity, A man at whose blessed birth the planets smiled, And spent their influence to create a boy, As brave as Greece e'er hatched, or Rome, or Troy. here's Isaac Bassa, he's already mine, He courts my father, but intends for me, And furthers all my counsels; Noble friend▪ How stand our hopes? Great Sir, most happily, The Bassa's murmur at Achmetes wrong: Seize on their wavering love, their breasts are open, To him that first will enter there's free scope; Drop down thy frank affection in their hands, To bribe is lawful, and 'tis strongly proved By good examples, Otho ne'er was loved, Till he had bought the soldiers, that once done, Galba grew out of fashion; so must we Addict them to us by a gainful fee: Give freely, and speak fairly I'll be gone▪ Stay, here, the Bassaes will be here anon. I shall observe thy precepts, Mesithes welcome, How fare you in these days of discontent? My duty bids me ask, and wish you well; I have been long a barren debtor to you, At length I may prove thankful: wear my love, 'Tis yours without refusal, a sleight gift, Yet your looks tells me, 'twill help out my drift. This courtesy exceeds my weak deserts Sweet Prince but when occasion calls me forth, To help you, I'm devoted to your worth. Your kind acceptance of that recompense, Binds me more strictly to you. Sir, farewell, So one hath took, see where another comes: All health to Mustapha. Thanks gracious Prince, Your gentle pardon for my boldness Sir. Command my pardon, and commend my love To thy bright daughter: tell her I admire Her virtuous perfection; let that chain Make me remembered often in her mind. When my weak strength, or wealth shall stretch so far, As to continue— No Cynic compliment, good Mustapha. Then I return you thanks Health follow you, And honour me; here is a third at hand. Continuance to your health Sir. Thanks gentle Prince▪ Please you to use my service? Yes, thus far Spend me that purse of gold. What means your Highness? But to deserve your kindness, and avoid The hated censure of ingratitude, This is your liberal virtue not my deeds, But you shall find me thankful. So I hope; Three steps are trod already to a Throne, And I am rich in friends, these prfferd gifts Conjure observance from their servile breasts: Oh powerful gold, whose influence doth win Men with desire for to engender sin. Isaac Bassa? Even the man you wished; What did the golden 〈◊〉 work good effect? And make the Bassas stoop unto your mind?
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PlayThe Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second
AuthorGoffe, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1618 [c.1613-c.1618]
First performance (BritDrama)1617 [1613-1618(?)]
Theaterat University;
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 961 · TCP A01839 · DEEP 775
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1148–1222 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 51 in this edition
Length508 words · 686 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.654
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Am I so poore in worth? still kept so low? Was I egot only to liue and dye, To fill a place, moue idlely to and fro Like other naturalls? vnmanly life, The world shall take more notice of my fame, Els will I with the venom'd sting of warre, Deface the beauty, of the vniuerse. Poteritie shall know, once there did breath A Selymus, a mortall diety, A man at whose blest birth the planets smil'd, And spent their influence to create a boy, As braue as Greece e'r hatcht, or Rome, or Troy. Heer's Isaack Bassa, hee's already mine, He courts my father, but intends for mee, And furthers all my counsells; Noble friend▪ How stand our hopes? Great Sir, most happily, The Bassaes murmure at Achmetes wrong: Seize on their wauering loue, their breasts are ope, To him that first will enter ther's free scope; Drop downe thy franke affection in their hands, To bribe is lawfull, and 'tis strongly prou'd By good examples, Otho ne'r was lou'd, Till he had bought the souldiers, that once done, Gala grew out of fashion so must wee Addict them to vs by a gaine-full fee: Giue freely, and speake fairely I'le be gone▪ Stay, here, the Bassae will be here anon. I shall obserue thy precepts, Mesithes welcome, How fare you in these dayes of discontent? My dutie bids me aske, and wish you well; I haue beene long a barren debtor to you, At length I may proue thankfull: weare my loue, 'Tis yours without refusal, a sleight gift, Yet your lookes tels me, 'twill helpe out my drift. This courtesie exceeds my weake deserts Sweet Prince but when occasion calls me forth, To helpe you, I'me deuoted to your worth. Your kind acceptance of that recompence, Binds me more strictly to you. Sir, farewell, So one hath tooke, see where another comes: All health to Mustapha. Thankes gracious Prince, Your gentle pardon for my boldnesse Sir. Command my pardon, and commend my loe To thy bright daughter: tell her I admire Her vertuous perfection; let that chaine Make me remembred often in her mind. When my weak strength, or wealth shall stretch so far, As to continue— No Cynicke complement, good Mustapha. Then I returne you thankes Health follow you, And honour me; here is a third at hand. Continuance to your health Sir. Thankes gentle Prince▪ Please you to vse my seruice? Yes, thus farre Spend me that purse of gold. What meanes your Highnesse? But to deserue your kindnesse, and avoid The hated censure of ingratitude, This is your liberall vertue not my deeds, But you shall find me thankefull. So I hope; Three steps are trod already to a Throne, And I am rich in friends, these prfferd gifts Conjure observance from their servile breasts: Oh powerfull gold, whose influence doth winne Men with desire for to engender sinne. Isaacke Bassa? Euen the man you wisht; What did the golden worke good effect? And make the Bassaes stoupe vnto your minde?