The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 29 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Enough, regret our Father with our love Tell him we shall not sleep to his command; Fly nimbly back▪ dares the audacious boy, Trouble the world with his tempestuous arms? I'll chastise him with iron whips of war, If either strength or stratagems shall serve, To spoil the gaudy plumes of his high crest, I'll use the strongest violence of both; I am swollen big with hate, and I could break Untimely passage with a wholesome stab To vent the monster strangled in my womb. Father I come, he that detains a Crown Bequeathed to me, must thunderstrike me down. Buzzing reports have piered my sluddy walls, And clogged my meditations airy wings, By which I mount above the moving spheres And search the hidden closerts of the heaven, I cannot live retired, but I must hear Mine own wrongs sounded in my troubled ear: What? will my father falsify that oath; In which he vowed successions right to me, When I resigned my honours up to him, He deeply swore; when the uprising Sun Of his bright-shining royalty had run It's complete course through the whole heaven of state, And fainting dropped into the Western lapse; My brightness next should throw its golden beams, Upon the world's wide face, and over-peere The dusky clouds of hidden privacy, And shall Achomates succeed? Shall he Shine in the spangled robes of Majesty? Then Bajazet is false, let it be so I am secured from a huge mass of woe. Yet I'll toth'Court, that when Achomates Shall spy me, and remember but my due 'Twill stain his lustre with a blushing hue, My cares are grown to great to be comprised, Within the narrow compass of my breast, Viceroy of Greece, I'll pour into thy heart Part of my secrets; which being entered in, Lock them as close up, as thou wouldst a sin Committed, yet not known: I must impart Things worth thy faithful silence. Worthy Sir, By the enclosure of my soul I swear— I'll not hear out oath, in brief 'tis thus The Bassas are all false and love not us; Nor doth my 〈…〉 prompt 〈◊〉 thus, I read it in their gestures, 〈◊〉, Actions, and counsels, my suspicious eye Hath found a great breach in their loyalty. Surely this cannot be. By heaven 'tis true, Each man that guards mine honour is my foe, I'll shake these splendent robes of Majesty From my o'erburdened shoulders, and to ease Myself, bequeath them to 〈◊〉. Achomates? Even he, unless the voice Of the whole City interdict my choice. here comes the 〈◊〉, Sure I see bad news Portrayed on the Index of their fronts. Bad news? We have outlived good days too long, We can expect no other, come unclasp Volumes of mischiefs, and make deaf my ears With an infused multitude of cares. Young Selimus hath crossed Danubius' flood, And seized upon the Provinces of Thrace, And with a Navy ploughed the Euxine Sea.
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Enough, regreet our Father with our love Tell him wee shall not sleepe to his command; Fly nimbly backe▪ dares the audacious boy, Trouble the world with his tempestuous armes? Ile chastise him with yron whips of warre, If either strength or stratagems shall serue, To spoyle the gavvdy plumes of his high crest, I'le vse the strongest violence of both; I am swolne big with hate, and I could breake Vntimely passage with a wholesome tabbe To vent the monster strangled in my wombe. Father I come, he that detaines a Crowne Bequeath'd to me, must thunder-strike me downe. Buzzing reports haue pier't my sluddy walles, And clog'd my meditations ayry wings, By which I mount aboue the mouing spheares And search the hidden closets of the heauen, I cannot liue retir'd, but I must heare Mine owne wrongs sounded in my troubled eare: VVhat? will my father falsifye that oath; In which he vowd successions right to mee, VVhen I resign'd my honors vp to him, He deepely swore; when the vprising Sunne Of his bright-shining royallty had runne It's compleat course through the whole heauen of state, And fainting dropt into the VVesterne lapse; My brightnesse next should throw it's golden beames, Vpon the worlds wide face, and ouer-peere The duskie clouds of hidden privacie, And shall Achoates succeed? Shall hee Shine in the spangled robes of Majesty? Then Baiazet is false, let it be so I am secur'd from a huge masse of woe. Yet Ile toth'Court, that when Achomates Shall spie mee, and rememb but my due 'Twill staine his lustre with a blushing hue, My cares are growne to great to be compri'd, Within the narrow compasse of my breast, Vice-roy of Greece, Ile powre into thy heart Part of my secrets; which being entred in, Locke them as close vp, as thou wouldst a sinne Committed, yet not knowne: I must impart Things worth thy faithfull lence. Worthy Sir, By the inclosure of my soule I sweare— Ile not heare outhine oth, in briefe 'tis thus The Bassaes are all false ad loue not vs; Nor doth my prompt thus, I read it in their gestures, , Actions, and counsells, my suspitious eye Hath found a great breach in their loyalty. Surely this caot bee. By heauen 'tis true, Each man that guards mine honour is my foe, Ile shake these splendant robes of Majesty From my ore-burden'd shoulders, and to ease My selfe, bequeath them to . Achomates? Euen he, vnlee the voyce Of the whole Citie interdict my choice. Heere comes the , Sure I see bad newes Pourtrai'd on the Index of their fronts. Bad newes? We haue out-liu'd good dayes too long, We can expect no other, come vnclaspe Volumes of mischiefes, and make deafe my eares With an infused multitude of cares. Young Selymus hath crost Danubius floud, And seiz'd vpon the Provinces of Thrace, And with a Navie plow'd the Euxine Sea.