The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 37 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Oh! no more, I am unfortunate in all my blood. Hath he thus guerdoned my fair promises, My daily sweat and care, to further him, And fix him in the paradise of joy? Nations cry out for vengeance of this fact, I'll scourge this black impiety to hell. Muster our forces to the utmost man, Once more I'll bury this my aged corpse In steely armour, and my coloured crest Like a bright star shall sparkle out revenge Before the rebels faint amazed eyes. Lose not a minute, Bassas hence, be gone Muster our men, stay not; that from the tide Of our fierce wrath, no drop may ebb away By causeless linger. Whom speak you General? Whom but myself? whom doth the cause concern More nearly then myself? My honoured Liege, Bear your best care about you; 'tis a time Of double danger, but remove the one, The other strait called forward, Selymus Great in the favour of Tartaria's King, Is manned afresh with soldiers; his assault Threatens as much as fierce 〈◊〉, And must be borne off with your ablest forces, Then if you leave the City to subdue, One of these two, expect ere you return T'other possessed, and seated on your throne. Distraction rends my soul: what shall I do? Force out one nail with other of these two, Choose him you most affect, and best dare trust, Allure him fairly home, wink at his crimes, And then create him your high General, To lead against his brother, since yourself Cannot at once oppress two foes so stout Try if one heat can drive another out. Isaac we like thy counsel: but of these Which can we pardon? either so deboyst, So guilty of rebellion, so 〈◊〉 From pious loyalty, that my soul even both With bitter hatred equally may loathe. First weigh their faults, the one a brainsick youth, Endeavoured to supplant your Majesty, The other in defiance, and contempt, Of God and man profaned the holy rights Of an Ambassador. For which dire fact, Should it slip up unpunished, the name, The fearful name of 〈◊〉 would prove The subject of each libel, and the scoff Of petty Princes. Enough, we have decreed Achomates shall quake beneath the stroke Of our fierce anger. Isaac speed away To Selimus, he shall confront the slave The best of two so bad, go— 'Tis hard when we beg succour of a foe: Beg? stay again— first will I drop before The sword of proud Achomates— go— tell him, Upon his low submission we will deign To make him Champion to his sovereign. My dear Corcutus welcome. Royal Father. Arise thou only solace of mine age, It was a night of harmless innocence, Of peace and rest, in which kind nature laid Thee in thy mother's womb: Right virtuous boy, How hast thou lived untainted with the breath Of that infectious vice Rebellion,
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Oh! no more, I am vnfortunate in all my blood. Hath he thus guerdon'd my faire promises, My dayly sweat and care, to further him, And fix him in the paradise of joy? Nations cry out for vengeance of this fact, I'le scourge this blacke impiety to hell. Muster our forces to the vtmost man, Once more I'le bury this my aged corps In steely armour, and my coloured crest Like a bright starre shall sparkle out reuenge Before the rebels faint amazed eyes. Loose not a minute, Bassaes hence, be gone Muster our men, stay not; that from the tide Of our fierce wrath, no drop may bbe away By causelesse lingering. Whom speake you Generall? Whom but my selfe? whom doth the cause concerne More neerely then my selfe? My honored Liedge, Beare your best care about you; 'tis a time Of double danger, but remoue the one, The other straight cald forward, Selys Great in the fauour of Tartaria's King, Is man'd afresh with souldiers; his assault Threatnes as much as fierce , And must be borne off with your ablest forces, Then if you leaue the Citie to subdue, One of these two, expect e're you returne Tother possest, and seated on your throne. Distraction rends my soule: what shall I do? Force out one nayle with tother of these two, Chuse him you most affect, and best dare trust, Allure him fairely home, winke at his crimes, And then create him you high Generall, To leade against his brother, since your selfe Cannot at once oppresse two foes so stout Trie if one heate can driue another out. Isaack we like thy counsell: but of these Which can we pardon? either so deboyst, So guiltie of rebellion, so From pious loyalty, that my soule euen both With bitter hatred equally may loath. First weigh their fults, the one a brain-sick youth, Endeauor'd to supplant your Majestie, The other in defiance, and contempt, Of God and man prophan'd the holy rights Of an Ambassador. For which dire fact, Should it slip vp vnpunished, the name, The fearefull name of would proe The subiect of each libell, and the scoffe Of petty Princes. Enough, we haue decreed Achomates shall quake beneath the stroke Of our fierce anger. Isaack speed away To Selymus, he shall conront the slaue The best of two so bad, goe—stay—yet goe, 'Tis hard when we begge succour of a foe: Begge? stay againe—first will I drop before The sword of proud Achomates—goe—tell him, Vpon his low submission we will daigne To make him Champion to his soueraigne. My deare Corcutus welcome. Royall Father. Arise thou onely solace of mine age, It was a night of harmlesse innocence, Of peace and rest, in which kinde nature laid Thee in thy mothers wombe: Right vertuous boy, How hast thou liu'd vntanted with the breath Of that infectious vice Rebellion,