The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 23 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Unfold a Scene of murders: Fates work on, we'll make a path to Heaven, and being gone Down from the lofty towers of the skies Throw thunder at the Tyrant; will he press The earth with weight of slaughtered carcases? Let him grow up in mischief, still shall her womb Gaping, reserve for him an empty tomb. We do but tread his path; and Bassa since It stands upon thee, now to cure thy Prince Of his distempered lunacy, go fetch The instrument of death, whilst I a wretch Expect thy sad return. I go; and could It stand with mine allegiance, sure I should Employ my service to a better end, Then to disrobe the Court of such a friend. He that is judged, down from a steepy hill To drop unto his death, and trembling still Expects one thence to push him, such a slave Doth not deserve to live, nor's worth a grave. Then Lachisi●, thou that divid'st the thread Of breath, since this day's Sun must see me dead, Thus I'll prevent thy pain, thus I'll outrun My Fate; and in this stroke thy work is done. Eternal mover, thou that whirl'st about The skies in circular motion hear me out What I command, see that without control Thou make Heaven clear, to entertain my soul, And let the nimble spirits of the air Print me a passage hence up to thy chair, There will I sit, and from the Azure sky, Laugh at obsequious base mortality. Vanish my soul, enjoy, embrace thy Fate We are prevented; see the fates command False deeds, must dye though by the Actor's hand. Return to Bajazet, and bear that corpses. So now I am alone, nor need I fear To breathe my thoughts out to the silent air; My conscience will not hear me, that being deaf I may joy freely: first thy hated breath Achmetes vanished, next Caigubus fell, Thus we climb Thrones, whilst they drop down to hell. The glorious eye of the all-seeing sun, Shall not behold (when all our plots are done) A greater Prince than Selimus; 'tis he Must share with Ioue an equal Majesty. But for myself his Engineer I'll stand Above mortality, and with a hand Of power, dash all beneath me into dust, If they but cross the current of my lust. What I but speak, 'tis Oracle and Law, Thus I will rule and keep the world in awe. Noble assistant. Happy Selimus. 'Tis thou must make me so, for should I stay Waiting my Father's pleasure, I might stand Gazing with envy at my Brother's pride, Myself lying prostrate, even beneath their feet. Towns, Cities, Countries, and what ere so ever Can give high thoughts content, are freely theirs, I only like a spend thrift of my years Idle my time away, as if some god Had razed my name out of the roll of Kings, Which if he have, than Isaac be thy hand As great as his, to print it in again Though Bajazet say nay.
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Vnfold a Scene of murders: Fates worke on, Wee'le make a path to Heauen, and being gone Downe from the lofty towers of the skies Throw thunder at the Tyrant; will he presse The earth with waight of slaught'red carcasses? Let him grow vp in mischiefe, still shall her wombe Gaping, reserue for him an empty tombe. We doe but tread his path; and Bassa since It stands vpon thee, now to cure thy Prince Of his distemper'd lunacie, goe fetch The instrument of death, whilst I a wretch Expect thy sad returne. I goe; and could It stand with mine alleageance, sure I should Imploy my seruice to a better end, Then to disrobe the Court of such a friend. He that is iudg'd, downe from a steepy hill To drop vnto his death, and trembling still Expects one thence to push him, such a slaue Doth not deserue to liue, nor's worth a graue. Then Lachisi, thou that deuid'st the threed Of breath, since this dayes Sun must see me dead, Thus I'le preuent thy paine, thus I'le out-runne My Fate; and in this stroke thy worke is done. Eternall mouer, thou that whirl'st about The skies n circular motion heare me out What I command, see that without controule Thou make Heauen cleare, to entertaine my soule, And let the nimble spirits of the ayre Print me a passage hence vp to thy chaire, There will I sit, and from the Azure sky, Laugh at obsequious base mortality. Vanish my soule, enioy, embrace thy Fate We are preuented; see the fates command False deedes, must dye though by the Actors hand. Returne to Baiazet, and beare that corpes. So now I am alone, nor need I feare To breath my thoughts out to the silent ayre; My conscience will not heare me, that being deafe I may ioy freely: first thy hated breath Achmetes vanisht, next Caigub fell, Thus we clime Thrones, whilst they drop downe to hell. The glorious eye of the all-seeing sunne, Shall not behold (when all our plots are done) A greater Prince then Selymus; 'tis hee Must share with Ioue an equall Maiesty. But for my selfe his Enginer I'le stand Aboue mortality, and with a hand Of power, dash all beneath me into dust, If they but crosse the current of my lust. What I but speake, 'tis Oracle and Law, Thus I will rule and keepe the world in awe. Noble assistant. Happy Selymus. 'Tis thou must make me so, for should I stay Wayting my Fathers pleasure, I might stand Gazing with enuie at my Brothers pride, My selfe lying prostrate, euen beneath their feete. Townes, Cities, Countries, and what ere so euer Can giue high thoughts content, are freely theirs, I onely like a spend thrift of my yeares Idle my time away, as if some god Had raz'd my name out of the roule of Kings, Which if he haue, then Isaack be thy hand As great as his, to print it in againe Though Baiazet say nay.