The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 36 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
An honoured Legate? an Ambassador? As if that title like Medeas charm Could stay the untamed spirit of my wrath, Had he been sent a messenger from heaven, And spoke in thunder to the slavish world; If he had roared one voice, one syllable Cross to my humour, I'd a searched the depth Of his unhallowed bosom, and turn out His heart, the profane seat of saucy pride. Slain an Ambassador? no less: 'tis done, And '●was a noble slaughter, I conceive A joy ineffable to see my sword Bathed in a blood so rare, so precious, As an Ambassador s; must we be told Of times delays, and opportunities? That the basesoldier hath gainsaid our bliss? Thought Bajazet, his son so cold, so dull, So innocently blockish, as to hear An Embassy most harsh and grossly bade The people to deny me? we contemn With strange defiance Bajazet, and them. Mischief on mischief, all our hopes are dead, Slain in the hapless fall of Selimus. I think the devils fought for Bajazet And all the infernal hags; how could he else With a confused army, and half slain, Break the well-ordered ranks of a strong foe? And unexpected to— now Isaac! what Sadly repenting for thy last misdeeds. Plots and conspiracies against thy Prince? Faith we must hang together— Good Mesithes 'Tis nothing so: they say 〈◊〉 Disdaining to be mocked out of his hopes, And most desired possession of the Crown, Has in contempt of Bajazet and all, Slain the Ambassador, and vows revenge On every guilty agent in his wrong. I looked for that; and therefore first shrank back, When Bajazet made choice of one to send On such a thankless errand as that was. Grant the report be true: what's that to us? Fame in mine ear ne'er blabbed a sweeter tale, This shall redeem our low dejected hopes, To their full height. no more; be it my charge, To chase out the event— what's this comes here? Upon my life, the body of the slain Ambassador. 'Tis so. We greet you friends, And your sad spectacle. 'tis sad enough To banish peace and patience, from each breast That owes true loyalty to Bajazet. And so it shall; lay down the injured corpse. Achomates has wronged his Father's love, To grossly, in the murder even of him That bore his sacred person, and should stand Inviolably honoured by the law Of men and nations, But here comes Bajazet. A tragic spectacle? whose trunk is this? The body of your slain Ambassador. Slain? by what cursed violence? what slave Durst touch the man that represented me? Achomates. Achomotes? The same Highly displeased with the unexpected news Of a denial from the people's mouth, His reason slipped in fury, and contempt Hath thus abused your gracious Majesty. Withal, he threatened to maintain this sin With force of arms, and so resolved to win Your Crown, without such tarriance—
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An honour'd Legate? an Ambassadour? As if that title like Medas charme Could stay the vntam'd spirit of my wrath, Had he bin sent a messenger from heauen, And spoke in thunder to the slauish world; If he had roar'd one voice, one sillable Crosse to my humour, I'de a searcht the depth Of his vnhallowed bosome, and turne out His heart, the prophane seate of sawcy pride. Slaine an Ambassador? no lesse: 'tis done, And 'was a noble slaughter, I conceiue A joy ineffable to see my sword Bath'd in a blood so rare, so prcious, As an Ambassadour s; must we be tolde Of times delayes, and opportunities? That the basesoldier hath gaine-sayd our blisse? Thought Baiazet, his son so cold, so dull, So nnocently blockish, as to heare An Embassie most harsh and grossely bad The people to deny me? we contemne With strange defiance Baiazet, and them. Mischiefe on mischiefe, all our hopes are dead, Slaine in the haplesse fall of Selymus. I thinke the deuills fought for Baiazet And all the infernall haggs; how could he else With a confused army, and halfe slaine, Breake the well-ordered rancks of a strong foe? And vnexpected to—now Isaacke! what Sadly repenting for thy last misdeeds. Plots and conspiracies against thy Prince? Faith we must hang together— Good Mesthes 'Tis nothing so: they say Disdaining to be mockt out of his hopes, And most desired possession of the Crowne, Ha's in contempt of Baiazet and all, Slaine the Ambassador, and vowes revenge On euery guilty agent in his wrong. I lookt for that; and therefore first shranke back, VVhen Baiazet made choyce of one to send On such a thankelesse errand as that was. Grant the report be true: what's that to vs? Fame in mine eare nere blab'd a sweeter tale, This shall redeeme our low dejected hopes, To their full height. no more; be it my charge, To chase out the event—whats this comes here? Vpon my life, the body of the slaine Ambassador. 'Tis so. VVe greet you friends, And your sad spectacle. Tis sad enough To banish peace and patience, from each breast That owes true loyalty to Baiazet. And so it shall; lay downe the iniur'd corps. Achomates ha's wrong'd his Fathers loue, To grosly, in the murder euen of him That bore his sacred person, and should stand Inviolably honor'd by the law Of men and nations, But here comes Baiazet. A tragicke spectacle? whose trunke is this? The body of your slaine Ambassador. Slaine? by what cursed violence? what slaue Durst touch the man that represented me? Achomates. Achomotes? The same Highly displeas'd with the vnexpected newes Of a deniall from the peoples mouth, His reason slipt in fury, and contempt Hath thus abus'd your gracious Majesty. Withall, he threatned to maintaine this sinne With force of armes, and so resolu'd to winne Your Crowne, without such tarriance—