The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 32 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 · 506 words
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Most true: and yet 'Twill prove distasteful. No, it cannot be: If there be too much valour in this breast, Blame him that placed it there, even Baiazet. My virtues and my blood, are both derived From his first influence, and I must either hate Disgraceful calumns, or degenerate. All this I'll tell your Father, yet he'll rest As much unsatisfied as at the first, He will expect the headstrong pride of youth Should strike low sail to his grave providence. And so it shall: sage Viceroy I obey, And reverence his counsel more, then fear An host of armed foes: tell him I'll come To his Court gates with neither man nor drum. I'll tell it him with joy, which when he hears, he'll be disburdened of a thousand fears. Remember my just duty: 'tis no matter, I will retain that till I come myself. I am not outreached yet by all these tricks, My hopes are farther strong, I'll to the Court With a close march, in no submissive sort, And steal upon them: Instantly I go To meet my Father, but a subtle foe. Good health to Selimus. Good health: From whom? Isaack, Mesithes, Mustapha salute you. Those good Trinm viri what is't they, speak? (To feed on hopes is but a slender diet) 'Tis short, but full of weight: to feed on hope Is but a slender diet. Let it be. I'll mend my table though no feast with me. (Fair opportunity is bald behind) 'Tis true indeed Mesithes. Never fear I'll twist my fingers in her golden hair. What speaks the third? This writes more at large, And comments on the prefixed principals. (Your Father did proclaim who should succeed Public denials nullified his deed, Your haste will be convenient; things concur To bless your hopes, Fate bids you not demur) I am thine, And come to finish up our great design. Unquiet anguishments and jealous fear Fly from any thoughts, like night before the Sun: I'm lifted to the highest Sphere of joy, My top enveloped in the azure cloud, And starry rich habiliments: my feet Set rampant on the face of Nature's pride, The rarest work weaved by her handmaid Art clothes my soft pleasures, I'm as great as Ioue. Only I rule below, he reigns above. Oh! the unspoken beauty of a Crown, Whose empty speculation mounts my soul Up to an heavenly Paradise of thoughts. Father, I come that thou may'st crown my head, Whilst apprehensive reason stands amazed, Amidst the blissful shades of sweet conceit. Then I'll call back my wand'ring intellect From dreams, and those imaginary joys, I'll teach my soul to twine about a Crown To sweat in raptures, to fill up a Throne With the big-swelling looks of Majesty, I'leamble through a pleasure's Labyrinth, And wander in the path of happiness, As the true object of that faculty. Great Bajazet I come. Thou must descend From Honour's high Throne, and put off thy right To build me up an heaven of choice delight.
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Most true: and yet 'Twill proue distastfull. No, it cannot be: If there be too much valour in this breast, Blame him that plac't it there, euen Baazet. My vertues and my bloud, are both deriu'd From his first ifluence, and I must either hate Disgracefull calum's, or degenerate. All this I'le tell your Father, yet hee'le rest As much vnsatisfied as at the first, He will expect the head-strong pride of youth Should strike low sayle to his graue providence. And so it shall: sage Vize-roy I obey, And reuerence his counsell more, then feare An host of armed foes: tell him I'le come To his Court gates with neither man nor drum. I'le tell it him with ioy, which when he heares, Hee'le be disburden'd of a thousand feares. Remember my just duty: 'tis no matter, I will retaine that till I come my selfe. I am not out-reach'd yet by all these trickes, My hopes are farther strong, I'le to the Court With a close martch, in no submissiue sort, And steale vpon them: Instantly I goe To meete my Fahr, but a subtill foe. Good health to Selymus. Good health: From whom? Iaack, Mesithes, Mustapha salute you. Those good Trinm vi what is't they, speake? (To feede on hopes is but a slender dyet) 'Tis short, but full of weight: to feede on hope Is but a slender diet. Let it be. I'le mend my table though no feast with me. (Faire oportunity is bald behind) 'Tis true indeede Mesthes. Neuer feare I'le twist my fingers in her golden haire. What speakes the third? This writes more at large, And comments on the prefixt principalls. (Your Father did proclaime who should succeede Publique denialls nullified his deede, Your hast will be conuenient; things concurre To blesse your hopes, Fate bids you not demurre) I am thine, And come to finish vp our great designe. Vnquiet anguishments and iealous feare Fly from any thoughts, like night before the Sunne: I'me lifted to the highest Spheare of ioy, My top inuelopt in the azure cloud, And starry rich habiliments: my feete Set rampant on the face of Natures pride, The rarest worke weau'd by her handmayd Art Cloathes my soft pleasures, I'me as great as Ioue. Onely I rule below, he raignes aboue. Oh! the vnspoken beauty of a Crowne, Whose empty speculation mounts my soule Vp to an heauenly Paradise of thoughts. Father, I come that thou may'st crowne my head, Whilst apprehensiue reason stands amaz'd, Amidst the blisfull shades of sweet conceit. Then I'le call back my wandring intellect From dreames, and those imaginary ioyes, I'le teach my soule to twine about a Crowne To sweat in raptures, to fill vp a Throne With the bigge-swelling lookes of Majestie, I'leamble through a pleasures Labyrinth, And wander in the path of happinesse, As the true obiect of that faculty. Great Baiazet I come. Thou must descend From Honours high Throne, and put off thy right To build me vp an heauen of choyse delight.