The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 35 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 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Selimus? Bajazet? Ioue lend me but a minute's patience. Unnatural son. Vencharitable Father. Father? My sword shall hew that title off. And cut in twain kindreds continued line, By which thou canst derive thy blood from mine. Abortive monster— thou first breath of sin, We had but slender shadows of offence, Till thou creptst forth to the offended light, The very mass, and stock of villainy. Crimes in all others, are but thy influence. Nature has planted viperous cruelty, In thy dark breast, the scandal of her works Her error, and extract perfection Of vices; the first wellhead of bad things From whence the world of ills draw their weak springs, Then hear me speaketoo: you have been to me No Father, but a sour Pedantic wretch, One that with frosty precepts, strived to kill The flaming heat of my ambitious youth, As vainly as to strangle fire with straw: You sit so daily hover on your Throne, As if you'd hatch new Monarchies to feed The hungry gulf of your unbridled pride, Y'ave surfettted on titles, y'ave engrossed Honour, you are the moth of eminence, And liberal fortunes answered your desires; You had deflowered th'infinity of Crowns, With your adulterate ambition, Y'are Sovereignty's horseleech, and have spilled The blood of State, to have your own veins filled. Hold, hold thy venomed tongue, if there be hid More of this kind unuttered, I le rip up Thy full fraught bosom, and to save mine ear Mine eyes shall overview what I'll not hear. Dar'st thou fight Traitor? Dare I be ealed a King? Dare I unsheathe my sword, or gather might? If I dare aught of these, I dare to fight. Guard thee, I'd not omit the sweet desire And pleasure of revenge, were heaven my hire. The slave has scaped the power of my wrath, Midst the disseured troops of scattered foes I lost him in a smoky cloud of dust, So thick as if the tender Queen of love, Had wrapped her brat Aeneas from my sight. joy to my Liege, of his last victory. The bold Tartarians flew like fearful Hearts Before the hunters rage. So let them fly; Heaven rain down vengeance on their cursed heads; It is our honour that the frighted slaves Owe their life's dearest safeties to their heels. How now, whence come you? From yonder hayricke Sir. Didst thou see Selimus when he fled the field? No indeed, I was two far crept in. O you are brave attendants. Let's forward in our journey; these affairs Achomates must know, his golden wish, The people have delayed, perhaps he'll frown, And trample filial duty under feet As this hath done: but let them storm their fill virtue's not shipwrecked in a sea of ill.
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Selymus? Baiazet? Ioue lend me but a minutes patience. Vnnaturall sonne. Vencharitable Father. Father? My sword shall hew that title off. And cut in twaine kindreds continued line, By which thou canst deriue thy blood from mine. Abortiue monster—thou first breath of sinne, We had but slender shaddowes of offence, Till thou crepst forth to the offended light, The very masse, and stocke of villanie. Crimes in all others, are but thy influence. Nature ha's planted viprous crueltie, In thy darke breast, the scandall of her workes Her error, and extract perfection Of vices; the first well-head of bad things From whence the world of ills draw their weake springs, Then heare me speaketoo: you haue bin to me No Father, but a sowre Pedanticke wretch, One that with frosty precepts, striu'd to kill The flaming heate of my ambitious youth, As vainely as to strangle fire with straw: You sit so dayly houering on your Throne, As if you'd hatch new Monarchies to feed The hungry gulfe of your vnbridled pride, Y'aue surfettted on titles, y'aue ingrost Honor, you are the moth of eminence, And liberall fortunes answered your desires; You had deflow'rd th'infinitie of Crownes, With your adulterate ambition, Y'are Soveraignties horse-leach, and haue spild The blood of State, to haue your owne veines fild. Hold, hold thy venom'd tongue, if there be hid More of this kind vn-vttred, I le rip vp Thy full fraught bosome, and to saue mine eare Mine eyes shall ouerview what I'le not heare. Darst thou fight Traitor? Dare I be eal'd a King? Dare I vnsheath my sword, or gather might? If I dare ought of these, I dare to fight. Guard thee, I'de not omit the sweete desire And pleasure of revenge, were heauen my hyre. The slaue has scapt the power of my wrath, Midst the disseur'd troups of scattered foes I lost him in a smoky cloud of dust, So thicke as if the tende Queene of loue, Had wrapt her brat Aeneas from my sight. Ioy to my Liege, of his last victory. The bold Tartarians flew like fearefull Harts Before the huters rage. So let them fly; Heaven raine downe vengeance on their cursed heads; It is our honour that the frighted slaues Owe their liues deerest safeties to their heeles. How now, whence come you? From yonder hayricke Sir. Didst thou see Selymus when he fled the field? No indeed, I was two farre crept in. O you are braue attendants. Let's forward in our journey; these affaires Achomates must know, his golden wish, The people haue delayd, perhaps heele frowne, And trample filiall duty vnder feete As this hath done: but let them storme their fill Vertu's not shipwrackt in a sea of ill.