The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 33 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 465 words
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The Emperor begins to smell deceit. I know by his ill looks and sparkling eye That he affects us not. I doubt as much. Young Selimus has wronged our loyalty In his so slack proceedings; we were rash And indiscreetly-forward in consent, When we joined on to raise his government. Peace, 'tis too late to chide at what is done, We have so deeply waded in the streams Of those procellous plots, nor can revoke Repentant footsteps, or securely creep Back to the Throne of safety, 'tis now good To venture on, and swim quite through the flood. Here comes the emperor. Attend us Bassaes. Art sure he's dead? Mahomates is dead. There's nothing moving of him but his soul, And that robbed of his body by this hand. Enough. That soul revives to see him dead That wronged the body; Oh! my bloody heart, Must in his frenzy act an horrid part. Follow thy Prince to hell. To death! Oh devilish ingratitude: I'm slain. I die. And justly: would each foe And Traitor to my state were thwarted so. Bassas convey this hated body hence, The sight of that damned villain moves offence: Now pause a while my soul, and reckon up What obstacles are yet to be removed Achomates must stay the people's leisure. Corcutus dally with Minor●aes Nymphs. The last and worst, proud Selimus shall dye. Thus I'll compose a firm security. Arrived already noble Cherseogles? You're careful in our cause: but speak the news From our pert Soldier. What means Selimus? To tract the path backward from whence he came, To strip himself of martial ornaments, And to fill up the duty of a Son, Come visit you in low submission. These are too fairly promised, to be meant, Ambition hath already chained his soul Too surely in the captive bonds of pride, Then that he now should clothe his stately hopes In the plain sordid weeds of penitence, He doth but varnish o'er some treacherous plot In this smooth answer: come, wee'le lead along To our Imperial seat of 〈◊〉, That strongly fortified, we need not fear The weak attempts an homebred foe can dare. Ha! we are sweetly plunged, if cold despair Benumb his youthful courage, and he faint, Would I were fairly rid of all these cares, Dejected Cowards: are you not ashamed Thus to give up the goal of dignity To heartless fear? Here comes the Messenger. What news from Selimus? Even nothing certain: Ambiguously he promised to be here As soon as I. ist even so? We are quite dashed— undone. Lift up your downcast spirits— who comes here? Who? Selimus? Where? sweet Isaac do not tell him, That we were sending forth faith's latest breath. Enough, I will not— happy Selimus. Long live great Selymus.
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The Emperour begins to smell deeit. I know by his ill lookes and sparkling eye That he affects vs not. I doubt as much. Young Selymus ha's wrong'd our loyalty In his so slack proceedings; we were rash And indiscreetly-forward in consent, When we ioyn'd on to raise his gouernment. Peace, 'tis too late to chide at what is done, We haue so deepely waded in the streames Of those procellous plots, nor can reuoke Repentant footsteps, or securely creepe Back to the Throne of safety, 'tis now good To venture on, and swim quite through the flood. Here comes the Emperou. Attend vs Bassaes. Ar't sure hee's dead? Mahometes is dead. There's nothing mouing of him but his soule, And that robd of his body by this hand. Enough. That soule reuiues to see him dead That wrong'd the body; Oh! my bloudy heart, Must in his frenzy act an horrid part. Follow thy Prince to hell. To death! Oh deuillish ingratitude: I'me slaine. I dye. And iustly: would each foe And Traytor to my state were thwarted so. Bassaes conuay this hated body hence, The sight of that damn'd villaine moues offence: Now pause a while my soule, and reckon vp What obstacl are yet to be remou'd Achoates must stay the peoples leasure. Corcutus dally with Minoraes Nimphes. The last and worst, proud Selymus shall dye. Thus I'le compose a firme security. Arriu'd already noble Cherseogles? You'r carefull in our cause: but speake the newes From our pert Souldier. What meanes Selymus? To track the path backward from whence he came, To strip himselfe of martiall ornaments, And to fill vp the duty of a Sonne, Come visite you in low submission. These are too fairely promis'd, to be meant, Ambition hath already chain'd his soule Too surely in the captiue bonds of pride, Then that he now should cloath his stately hopes In the plane sordid weedes of penitence, He doth but varnish o're some treacherous plot In this smooth answere: come, wee'e leade along To our Imperiall seat of , That strongly fortified, we need not feare The weake attempts an home-bred foe can dare. Ha! we are sweetly plung'd, if cold despaire Benumme his youthfull courage, and he faint, VVould I were fairly rid of all these cares, Dejected Cowards: are you not asham'd Thus to giue vp the goale of dignity To heartlesse feare? Here comes the Messenger. VVhat newes from Selymus? Euen nothing certaine: Ambiguously he promis'd to be here As soone as I. I'st euen so? We are quite dash't—vndone. Lift vp your downe-cast spirits—who comes here? Who? Selymus? Where? sweete Isaack doe not tell him, That we were sending forth faith's latest breath. Enough, I will not—happy Selymus. Long liue great Selyus.