The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 44 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Till night beguiles my woes with sleep. The grieved Flora hangs the head Of every youthful plant and tree And flowery pleasures are stark dead, at my lamenting melody, Then all you Muses help my strain To reach the depth of bitter pain. Oh let me sigh, and sighing weep Till night beguiles my woes with sleep. Me thinks I hear the singing spheres, tune their melodious strains to mine, The dewy clouds dissolve in tears, as if they grieved to see me pine; Thus each thing joins to help my moan, Thus seldom come true sighs alone; Then let me sigh, and sighing weep, Till night beguile my woes with sleep. He sleeps: Then enter two murderers Who slaying him, bear him away. A dark and heavy night, as if the gods Winked at our projects, and had clad the heavens In a propitious black, to bless my plot; Revenge, to thee I dedicate this work, And I will pamper thy wild appetite With blood and murder, thy dull slow paced feet Shall caper to behold our fearful scenes Drenched in a scarlet Ocean, 'tis full twelve— I hear a quiet foot pace, and it beats Directly towards. 'Tis Selimus, joy of expectation. Thou Queen of shades; Bright Cynthia, and you starry lamps of heaven, What sphere hath told you? oh y'are envious all, And therefore hate to grace the time, in which I ruinated my latest foe; this is the sand On which I am to wrestle for a Crown, And I am entered full of greedy lust, To meet my adverse champion; here's my god, Whom I adore with greater confidence Than all those beauties, Sun, or Moon, or Stars That with malicious absence have disrobed, This gracious hour of its due respect. Oh thou the silent darkness of the night, Arm me with desperate courage and contempt, Of gods— loved men, now I applaud the guile, Of our brave roarers which select this time, To drink and swagger, and spurn at all the powers Of either world, blessed mortals, had that mother Strangled her other infant, white faced day, And brought forth only night, my limbs are stiff, And I must bathe them in my brother's blood, I'll steep this grass in a red purple gore, Scatter the carcase piecemeal, and that done I'll rear a lasting monument, I'll sign A trophy, which inscribed, shall speak my deeds To after ages, that's my chief intent, he's coldly praised that's written innocent; who's there? my soldier? Soldier and slave, great Prince at your command, I will jnoble thee place thee my second self In all my power for thy rare faith. Where's our Achomates? I heard one softly track full hitherwards, And think 'tis he; 'tis needful that I meet him, And give some proof that I continue his, Else jealous of my faith, he will return, And we be both deluded; when y'are met, Parley before you fight, till I prepare Myself to run upon him unawares, Mean while I'll go to meet him.
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Till night beguiles my woes with sleepe. The grieed Flora hangs the head Of euery youthfull plant and tree And flowry pleasures are starke dead, at my lamenting melody, Then all you Muses hepe my straine To reach the depth of bitter paine. Oh let me sigh, and ighing weepe Till night beguiles my woes with sleepe. Me thinkes I heare the singing spheares, tune their melodious straines to mine, The deawie clouds dissolue in teares, as if they grieu'd to see me pine; Thus each thing ioynes to helpe my moane, Thus seldome come true sighs alone; Then let me sigh, and sighing weepe, Till night beguil my woes with sleepe. He sleepes: Then enter two murthers Who slaying him, eare him away. A darke and heauy night, as if the gods Winckt at our projects, and had clad the heauens In a propitious blacke, to blesse my plot; Reuenge, to thee I dedicate this worke, And I will pamper thy wild appetite With blood and murther, thy dull slow pac' feet Shall caper to behold our feaefull sceanes Drencht in a scarlet Ocean, Tis full twelue— I heare a quiet foot pace, and it beates Directly towards. 'Tis Selymus, Ioy of expectation. Thou Queene of shades; Bright Cynthia, and you starry lampes of heauen, What spheare hath told you? oh y'are enuious all, And therefore hate to grace the time, in which I ruinate my latest foe; this is the sand On which I am to wrestle for a Crowne, And I am entred full of greedie lust, To met my adverse champion; here's my god, Whom I adore with greater confidence Then all those beauties, Sunne, or Moone, or Starres That with malicious absence haue disrob'd, This gracious houre of i'ts due respect. Oh thou the silent darkenesse of the night, Arme me with desperate courage and contempt, Of gods—lou'd men, now I applaud the guile, Of our braue roarers which select this time, To drink and swagger, and spurne at all the powers Of either world, blest mortals, had that mother Strangled her other infant, white fac't day, And brought forth onely night, my limbs are stiffe, And I must bath them in my brothers blood, Ile steepe this grasse in a red purple goare, Scatter the carcasse peecemeale, and that done Ile reare a lasting monument, Ile signe A trophie, which inscrib'd, shall speake my deede To after ages, that's my chiefe intent, Hee's coldly prays'd that's written innocent; VVhose there? my souldier? Souldier and slaue, great Prince at your command, I will jnoble thee place thee my second selfe In all my power for thy rare faith. VVhere's our Achomates? I heard one softly tracke full hitherwards, And thinke tis he; 'tis needfull that I meete him, And giue some proofe that I continue his, Else jealous of my faith, he will returne, And we be both deluded; when y'are met, Parley before you fight, till I prepare My selfe to runne vpon him vnawares, Meane while Ile goe to meete him.