The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 34 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.80 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
We thank you friends: Your care hath fostered up our infant hopes Beyond the pitch of expectation. We hear that Bajazet is going now From hence to Constantinople; my men Lie closely ambushed in the middle way, Close by a ruinous city, there expect A sudden onset, but till then farewell. When we meet next, our ensigns waved on high, Shall shine like Meteors blazing in the sky. Fortune's best care go with thee. Brave boy i'faith. I shall adore him whilst I breathe for this. Again in heart? Let's follow Bajazet, come lads away, The sun of all his glory sets this day. Come on the honoured youth of Tartary, My brothers and joint sharers of my woe, Draw forth the weapons of inflamed revenge, Against this horrid monster's Tyranny; I seem like Rome's great Caesar, when oppressed With Pompey's grating malice he led forth His noble Frenchmen through the snowy Alps, I have my Curio Isaac in the Court, And Cherseogles like grim Cato's ghost, Soothes the rough humour of fierce Bajazet, These men's examples, were we faint and loath Would set sharp spurs unto ourslow paced wrath, And whet our dull-eged anger▪ but I see In your smooth brow perfect alacrity; We stand to thwart the passage of a fiend, Through whose wide yawning throat hath coasted down. The blood of Princes, in continual streams, Has fed and pampered up his appetite With the abhorred destruction of his own, And glutted on the blood of innocents. Stood we like marble statues in his way, And had no use of policy and wit, Our Ireful Prophet Mahomet would send Sense, life, and valour through our stony joints, That we might ruinate this ghastly boar, Made by some hellish fury to confound The order of this wondered Universe. I'll grapple with the monster, he's at hand, If you stand firm▪ the Common Wealth may be, A slave to Bajazet, but I'll live free. No Drum nor Trumpet hath disturbed the air, Within the reach of mine attention. And I admire it, '●were a miracle If that ambitious boy intent no harm. What noise is that? Help Bajazet, the vanguard's almost slain, The Tartars lay in ambush. What? so near? Set up our standard, I'll give battle here, Hang out defiance, scorn, and proud contempt, Write in the blood-red colours of your plumes, Summon our Army From these skirmishes, Speak out the traitor's doom in thine alarms. Thought he to daunt our courage? Valiant soldiers; When I behold the manner of this war Then treason copes with awful Majesty, A graceless son, with his own aged Sire, Me thinks to bid you fight, were full as vain As to bid heavy clouds fall down in rain: But when I view the Chaos of the field, And wild confusion striking valour dead, I called you, not (as Captains do to boys) To read a lecture of encouragement, But that your ancient virtue may be shown In this my last defence: I wish to dye Revenged, that death sorts best with Majesty,
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We thanke you friends: Your care hath fostered vp our infant hopes Beyond the pitch of expectation. We heare that Baiazet is going now From hence to Constantinople; my men Lie closely ambusht in the middle way, Close by a ruinous city, there expect A sudden on-set, but till then farewell. When we meete next, our ensignes wau'd on high, Shall shine like Meteors blazing in the skie. Fortunes best care goe with thee. Braue boy y'faith. I shall adore him whilest I breath for this. Againe in heart? Let's follow Baiazet, come lads away, The sunne of all his glory sets this day. Come on the honored youth of Tartary, My brothers and joynt sharers of my woe, Draw forth the weapons of inflam'd reuenge, Against this horrid monsters Tyranny; I eeme like Romes great Caesar, when opprest With Pompeys grating malice he led forth His noble French-men through the snowy Alpes, I haue my Curio Isaacke in the Court, And Cherseogles like grim Catoes ghost, Soothes the rough humour of fierce Baiazet, These mens examples, were we faint and loath Would set sharpe spurs vnto ourslow pac'd wrath, And whet our dull-eged anger▪ but I see In your smooth brow perfect alacrity; We stand to thwart the passage of a feind, Through whose wide yawning throat hath coasted downe. The blood of Princes, in continuall streames, Ha's fed and pampered vp his appetite With the abhor'd destruction of his owne, And glutted on the blood of jnnocents. Stood wee like marble statues in his way, And had no vse of policy and wit, Our Irefull Prophet Mahomet would send Sence, life, and valour through our stony joynts, That we might ruinate this gastly bore, Made by some hellish fury to confound The order of this wondred Vniuerse. Ile grapple with the monster, hee's at hand, If you stand firme▪ the Common Wealth may bee, A slaue to Baiazet, but Ile liue free. No Drumme nor Trumpet hath disturb'd the ayre, Within the reach of mine attention. And I admire it, 'were a miracle If that ambitious boy intend no harme. What noyse is that? Helpe Baiazet, the vauntgard's almost slaine, The Tartars lay in ambush. What? so neere? Set vp our standard, Ile giue battell here, Hang out defiance, scorne, and proud contempt, Write in the blood-red colours of your plumes, Summon our Army From these skirmishes, Speake out the traitors doome in thine alarmes. Thought he to daunt our courage? Valiant souldiers; When I behold the manner of this warre Then treason copes with awfull Majestie, A gracelesse sonne, with his owne aged Sire, Me thinks to bid you fight, were full as vaine As to bid heauy clouds fall downe in raine: But when I view the Chaos of the field, And wild confusion striking valour dead, I cald you, not (as Captaines doe to boyes) To read a lecture of encouragement, But that your auncient vertue may be showne In this my last defence: I wish to dye Reueng'd, that death sorts best with Majesty,