The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 31 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Achomates I sent for, how he'll digest These gross illusions, I may justly fear: By this I had discouraged Selimus, And killed his hopes; by this I had cut off The growth of hate, and choked discords seed. Bear this to Selimus with thy best care. And this. And this: fly, let thy winged speed Return a sudden answer, ely we bleed. Go on brave Prince; Led on thy marshaled troops, Degrade the Turkish Monarch, let him faint At the deep wounds, which thy revengeful hand Shall print upon the bosom of his land. Go on; Me thinkes I see Victoria sit Triumphant on thy steely Burganet. Farewell; now I will meet thee Bajazet With a career as free as if Heaven's Ioue Had bid me go: bespeak the stoutest gods To take thy part; tell them that thou must meet A Selymus, who when the wars are done, Will scale the Forts and Castles of the Sun, Break up the brazen gates of Acheron, And bury Nature with the world together. Captains lead on; Now shall the sword and fire By public ruins crown my just desire. Sleep Hungary, I'll not break off thy rest With the unwelcome Music of my Drums; I'll turn the edge of my revengeful sword Upon the bosom of my native soil; There dwells the motive of my Tragic wars, Whose ruthless sad Catastrophe shall wound Posterity in us: Infants shall mourn Over their Fathers ' tombs as yet unborn. But who comes here? I'll meet him. Noble Viceroy. Peace and health to Selimus. Health, but not peace, whilst yonder light can see Mortals, whom Turkish force could ne'er subdue. Yet what if Baiazet our honoured Lord Bid you roll up those flaxen signs of war, And sheathe the sword drawn forth against his foe? When duty says obey, what shall say no. My courage and a proud contempt of all Corrival Nations, could send back a no, Able to fright a Parliament of gods. It could so: but if Bajazet gainsay My plumy valour flags, my thoughts gave way. Then thus he will you to discard your force, And send the black Tartarians to their home, Withal averring the Hungarian foe (Against whose power, you have summoned Arms) Is full of strength and power, ne'er opposed Without the bitter downfall of our side. Nor would the world's great Monarch 〈◊〉 Impair his fame so much, as to be said, He tamed a Foe by Tartars borrowed aid. Ha: I am vilely nonplussed. Courteous Viceroy Return our duty back to Bajazet, Even in the humblest terms wit can invent, Tell him 〈◊〉 hath a son of that high spirit, As doth detest a cowardly retreat. Were all the dead Heroes of our foes All that are now, and all that are to come Met in one age, I'd face them drum to drum. Bid our dear Father be secure of me And my proceedings: then true valour shines Most bright, when busied in the great'st designs. Is not this answer fair?
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Achomates I sent for, how hee'le disgest These grosse illusions, I may iustly feare: By this I had discourag'd Selymus, And kill'd his hopes; by this I had cut off The growth of hate, and choked discords seed. Beare this to Selymus with thy best care. And this. And this: fly, let thy winged speed Returne a suddaine answere, elie we bleed. Goe on braue Prince; Lead on thy marshal'd tropes, Degrade the Turkish Monarch, let him faint At the deepe wounds, which thy reuengefull hand Shall print vpon the bosome of his land. Goe on; Me thinks I see Victoria sit Triumphant on thy steely Burganet. Farewell; now I will meete thee Baiazet With a careere as free as if Heauens Ioue Had bid me goe: bespeake the stoutest gods To take thy part; tell them that thou must meete A Sely, who when the warres are done, Will scale the Forts and Castles of the Sunne, Breake vp the brazen gates of Acheron, And bury Nature with the world together. Captaines leade on; Now shall the sword and fire By publique ruines crowne my iust desire. Sleepe Hngary, I'le not breake off thy rest With the vnwelcome Musick of my Drummes; I'le turne the edge of my reuengefull sword Vpon the bosome of my natiue soyle; There dwels the motiue of my Tragick warres, Whose ruthlesse sad Catastrophe shall wound Posterity in vs: Infants shall mourne Ouer their Fathers' tombs as yet vnborne. But who comes here? I'le meete him. Noble Vize-roy. Peace and health to Selymus. Health, but not peace, whilst yonder light can see Mortalls, whom Turkish force could ne're subdue. Yet what if Baiazt our honour'd Lord Bid you roule vp those flaxen signes of warre, And sheath the sword drawne forth against his foe? When duty sayes obey, what shall say no. My courage and a proud contempt of all Corriuall Nations, could send back a no, Able to fright a Parliament of gods. It could so: but if Baiazet gaine-say My plumy valour flags, my thoughts gaue way. Then thus he wills you to discard your force, And send the black Tartarians to their home, Withall averring the Hungarian foe (Against whose power, you haue summon'd Armes) Is full of strength and power, ne're oppos'd Without the bitter downefall of our side. Nor would the worlds great Monarch Empaire his fame so much, as to be sayd, He tam'd a Foe by Tartars borrowed ayd. Ha: I am vilely non-plust. Courteous Vize-roy Returne our duty back to Baiazet, Euen in the humblest termes wit can inuent, Tell him hah a sonne of that high spirit, As doth detest a cowardly retreat. Were all the dead Heroes of our foes All that are now, and all that are to come Met in one age, I'de face them drum to drum. Bid our deare Father be secure of me And my proceedings: then true valour shines Most bright, when busied in the great'st designes. Is not this answere faire?