The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 25 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Return with ruin painted in thy brow, Pale death triumphant in thy horrid crest, Danger limned out upon thy threatening sword, The Turkish thraldom portrayed on thy shield, we'll meet thee in thy horror, and unfold Our arms as wide as heaven to take thee in. We trust you: if there lie unspoken love Hid in your bosoms? we must bury it In silent Farewells. Noble Prince adieu, Since thy frank deeds have printed in our hearts So true a pattern of thee, we will feed Our contemplation with thy memory. When thou art really departed, thus A better part of thee shall stay with us. So the swift wings of flight shall mount me up Above these walls into the open air, And I will tower above thee Bajazet. Farewell soft Court; I have been kept too long Within thy narrow walls, and am new borne To golden liberty; now stretch out you heavens, Spread forth the dewy mantle of the clouds Thou powerful Sun of Saturn, and remove The terminating Poles of the fixed earth To entertain me in my second birth. Not yet rid from our wars? Fair Prince take heed, Treason's a Race that must be run with speed: Aelus beckons, and the flattering winds join all to help our project: quickly hence: All's full of danger. Did your Father know he'd stop your flight, and breath at one deaths blow. Friend I am gone: thou hoary God of Seas, Smooth the rough bosom of thy wrinkled tide, That my winged Boat may gently on it glide. How the obsequious duty of the world Hangs shivering on the skirts of Majesty, And mells out all her footsteps: I could yet Never steal leisure reform my thoughts, Since my pale brow was first hooped in with gold Till this blessed hour: and now great Bajazet Empty thy breast of her imprisoned joys, Which like the smothering winds, could with a blast Rip up a passage. I am crowned in bliss, Placed on the rocks of strong security, Without the reach of Fate. Envy shall gnash And pine at my full pleasures; the soft feet Of labouring Ambition, shall quite tyre Ere touch the starry-height on which I stand. Achmotes and his son with my two boys Are fall'n, to clear the sunshine of my joys, Achomates I fear not, Selimus lives caged within the compass of mine eye, All that I doubt is of Mahomates, That blazing star once darkened, I will throw The lustre of my pomp from me, as clear As if three Suns were orbed all in one Sphere. What news brings Isaac? Unwelcome news. Be quick in the delivery. Then thus. Young Selimus is fled. Fled? Fled this night to the Tartarian King. Would he had sunk To the Tartarian deep. Isaac, thouart false, And every hair dependant from thy head Is a twined serpent. Isaac I say thouart false, I read it in thy brow. By heaven I am not.
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Returne with ruine painted in thy brow, Pale death triumphant in thy horrid crest, Danger limm'd out vpon thy threatning sword, The Turkish thraldome pourtrai'd on thy shield, Wee'le meete thee in thy horror, and vnfold Our armes as wide as heauen to take thee in. We trust you: if there lie vnspoken loue Hid in your bosomes? we must bury it In silent Farewells. Noble Prince adiew, Since thy franke deeds haue printed in our hearts So true a patterne of thee, we will feed Our contemplation with thy memory. VVhen thou art really departed, thus A better part of thee shall stay with vs. So the swift wings of flight shall mount me vp Aboue these walls into the open ayre, And I will towre aboue thee Baiazet. Farewell soft Court; I haue beene kept too long VVithin thy narrow walls, and am new borne To golden liberty; now stretch out you heauens, Spread forth the dewy mantle of the cloudes Thou powerfull Sunne of Saturne, and remoue The terminating Poles of the fixt earth To entertaine me in my second birth. Not yet rid from our warrs? Faire Prince take heed, Treason's a Race that must be runne with speed: Aelus beckons, and the flattering windes Ioyne all to helpe our proiect: quickly hence: All's full of dnger. Did your Father know Hee'd stop your flight, and breath at one deaths blow. Friend I am gone: thou hoary God of Seas, Smooth the rough bosome of thy wrinckled tide, That my wing'd Boat may gently on it glide. How the obsequious duty of the world Hangs shiuerng on the skirts of Majestie, An mells out all her footsteps: I could yet Neuer steale leasure reforme my thoughts, Snce my pale brow was first hoop'd in with gold Till this best houre: and now great Baiazet Empty thy breast of her imprison'd ioyes, Which like the smothring windes, could with a blast Rip vp a passage. I am crown'd in blisse, Plac'd on the rockes of strong scurity, Without the reach of Fate. Envie shall gnash And pine at my full pleasures; the soft feete Of labouring Ambition, shall quite tire Ere touch the starry-height on which I stand. Achmotes and his sonne with my two boyes Are falne, to cleare the sun-shine of my joyes, Achomates I feare not, Selymus Lues cag'd within the compasse of mine eye, All that I doubt is of Mahomates, That blazing starre once darkned, I will throw The lustre of my pompe from me, as cleare As if three Sunnes were orb'd all in one Spheare. What news brings Isaack? Vnwelcome newes. Be quick in the deliuery. Then thus. Young Selymus is fled. Fled? Fled this night to the Tartarian King. VVould he had sunke To the Tartarian deepe. Isaack, th'art false, And euery haire dependant from thy head Is a twin'd serpent. Isaack I say th'art false, I read it in thy brow. By heauen I am not.