The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 19 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Words are but empty shadows, but if deeds Answer their words, we cannot doubt their faith, They stoop beneath my feet, I seem to be As true as Ioue, but sly as Mercury, Here comes Mesithes muttering back again, But step aside and we shall know his mind. But he is cruel, bloody, and his pride Unsufferable great— Ha? Proud Bajazet, Thou hast usurped a title, thy descent Could never reach unto, thou wrong'st the world Since thou detainest the Crown, which heavens decree Due to a better brow, thou art defamed With Tyranny and wrong, but Selimus Is void of blemishes as truth of lies; Bad stocks must be cut down, the good must rise. He daunted me at first, but now I find The golds bright lustre made his judgement blind, Mustapha comes. Fortune hath wheeled me up above the stars, Under a Monarch I'll not sell my hopes: Bold Selimus I'll second thy designs, And thou shalt Queen my daughter, that being done With mine own splendour I'll eclipse the Sun. ist so? a while I'll feed thy airy hopes Than dash thee into nothing. here's a third. A purse of gold? I can untie the knot, The close aengima says, I would be King. Brave Selimus I like thy mounting thoughts, Work out thy projects, thou canst never need Or ask my help, but thou art sure to speed. What we resolved, stands firm, but the event Be scanned when leisure serves, we'll now prevent My brother's hopes, and by a sudden fate Unto their lives and days give equal date, To compass a blessed end: now we begin Ioue hath offended if it be a sin To throw a father down: Saturn did dwell Once in the heavens, Ioue threw him down to hell. But stay. Achmetes, and our father's friends? Achmetes I have injured thy deserts, Suborned accusers, wronged my credulous ears, And my rash censure undervalued much Thy noble spirits, when it first condemned Then of intended treason, rinse thy soul In the dull river of oblivion, We halt beneath the burden of thy hate, Think my moved anger made me hot and wild▪ I cannot sleep till we be reconciled. The gods neglect my welfare here on earth, And when I shall put off this mortal load, Let me be outlawed from the Court of heaven, If in this bosom there lie hid one thought That doth not honour Bajazet. We know— Thy virtues make us happy: valiant Sir, Thy feet once more must tread a warlike march▪ Under our fearful banner, thou shalt place Even to the walls of Rome, there dwells our foe, Where our half Moon reared in the middle camp, Like a distempered Meteor in the air, Shall strike amazement in the cloistered monks And shake the prelate's Mitre from his head, Till he yield Zemes up alive or dead. When we have moved thee from thy januzaries, Thou shalt not travel far. A subtle trick And well pretended, I admire thy wit.
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Words are but empty shaddowes, but if deeds Answere their words, we cannot doubt their faith, They stoupe beneath my feete, I seeme to be As true as Ioue, but slye as Mercurie, Here comes Mesithes muttering backe againe, But step aside and we shall know his mind. But he is cruell, bloody, and his pride Vnsufferable great— Ha? Proud Baiazet, Thou hast vsurp'd a title, thy defcent Could neuer reach vnto, thou wrongst the world Since thou detain'st the Crowne, which heavens decree Due to a better brow, thou art defam'd With Tyranny and wrong, but Selymus Is voyd of blemishes as trueth of lyes; Bad stocks must be cut downe, the good must rise. He davnted me at first, but now I find The golds bright lustre made his judgement blind, Mustapha comes. Fortune hath wheel'd me vp aboue the starres, Vnder a Monarch Ile not sell my hopes: Bold Selymus Ile second thy designes, And thou shalt Queene my daughter, that being done With mine owne splendor Ile eclipse the Sunne. I'st so? a while Ile feede thy ayrie hopes Then dash thee into nothing. Heer's a third. A purse of gold? I can vntie the knot, The close aengima say's, I would be King. Braue Selymus I like thy mounting thoughts, Worke out thy proiects, thou canst neuer need Or aske my helpe, but thou art sure to speed. What we resolu'd, stands firme, but the euent Be scan'd when leasure serues, weele now preuent My brothers hopes, and by a sudden ate Vnto their liues and dayes giue equall date, To compasse a blest end: now we beginne Ioue hath offended if it be a sinne To throw a father downe: Saturne did dwell Once in the heauens, Iou threw him downe to hell. But stay. Achmetes, and our fathers friends? Achmetes I haue iniur'd thy deserts, Subbornd accusers, wrong'd my credulous eares, And my rash censure vndervalued much Thy noble spirits, when it first condemnd Then of intended treason, rense thy soule In the dull riuer of obliuion, We halt beneath the burthen of thy hate, Thinke my mou'd anger made me hot and wild▪ I cannot sleepe till we be reconcil'd. The gods neglect my welfare here on earth, And when I shall put off this morall load, Let me be out-law'd from the Court of heauen, If in this bosome there lye id one thought That doth not honour Baiazet. Wee know— Thy vertues make vs happy: liant Sir, Thy feete once more mst ead warlike mach▪ Vnder our feareull banner, thou halt pace Euen to the walles of Rome, there dwels our foe, Where our halfe Moone rear'd in the middle camp, Like a distempred Meteor in the ayre, Shall strike amazement in the cloistred monkes And shake the prelates Miter from his head, Till he yeeld Zemes vp aliue or dead. When we haue mou'd thee from thy Ianuzaries, Thou shalt not trauell farre. A subtile tricke And well pretended, I admire thy wit.