The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 45 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Go, make haste, But if this base rascal should deceive My trust? a trifle— my nerves are plumped up And filled with vigour, strong enough to fright, A million of such big backed, drowsie slaves; I hear them both approach. See where he stands, I shall not be flow To second your encounter being met, Parley before ye fight, till I prepare Myself, to run upon him unaware, Mean while I'll withdraw— now for my Bassas, A time of dismal blackness, and my soul Is dull and heavy, as if envious night, Strived to subdue my fatal watch fullness. But I have rushed upon my foe: whose there? Answer thy Prince first I say, what art thou? He that vsurp's the title of a villain. But he that wears it is a Saint, and such am I thouart a treacherous slave. Achomates thou liest, this night shall prove I shrink not to unmake what I have done. Oh heavens so impudently bad? Good brother we know your virtues, one that Gain country, gods, and men, Slew an Ambassador which here we must revenge. Hark in thine ear, I'll whisper forth thy mice 〈◊〉, lest the heavens Should tear and snatch them hence from my reuenge, In greediness of wrath— they whisper. See where they stand. Achomates and Selimus? Both: They are two, we four, le's run upon them, 'Tis very dark, be certain in your aim, And all strike home. A match. Isaack, and I will take the nearest. And we the other. Strike home, and sure, and here's at them. I have the Crown, and I will, Oh, oh, oh. Oh, òò, O villain I am slain. It is not Cherseogles we have slain. Not Cherseogles villain, whom then? speak. Achomates and Selimus. Ha. None other. Hast thou betrayed us so? Be silent, hear me. There lie the Captains of both Armies dead, Breathless, and so stupid to neglect The use of opportunities. What use? Are you not rich, wealthy in powerful gold, Go whilst the Soldiers lie thus destitute Of any Leader, frankly bribe both parts Buy their unsettled love at any rate, And creep into their bosom, then in this Dead want and dearth of Princes, they will Cleave to Isaac, and at length salute Me Emperor? You apprehend it right. What blessed angel art thou? 'Tis no time for uncle compliment. Thy counsel's good. I would not let slip this sweet occasion, For all the precious plenty of the world. Come let's away. First make some quick dispatch with these now rivals. True, they'll not endure my Sovereignty. Hast no sudden wits how to remove them both? No wile but strength; are not we two? They are no more; we must encounter them, 'tis man to man: The match no whit unequal. I am thine: I hate to have copartners in my state: There shall not breathe a man whose envious eye Dares look a squint on my dread Majesty. They that bring news first, are still most welcome. Experience speaks it true.
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Goe, make hast, But if this base raskall should deceiue My trust? a trifle—my nerues are plumped vp And fil'd with vigor, strong enough to fright, A million of such big backt, drowfie laues; I heare them both approach. See where he stands, I shall not be flow To second your encounter being met, Parley before ye fight, till I prepare My selfe, to runne vpon him vnaware, Meane while I'le withdraw—now for my Bassaes, A time of dismall blacknes, and my soule Is dull and heauy, as if enuious night, Striu'd to subdue my fatall watch fullnesse. But I haue rush'd vpon my foe: whose there? Answere thy Prince first I say, what art thou? He that vsurp's the title of a villaine. But he that weares it is a Saint, and such am I. Th'art a treacherous slaue. Achomates thou lyest, this night shall proue I shrinke not to vnmake what I haue done. Oh heauens so jmpuently bad? Good brother we know your vertues, one that Gayn country, gods, and men, Slew an Ambassadour which here we must reuenge. Hearke in thine eare, Ile whisper forth thy mise , least the heauens Should teare and snatch them hence from my reuege, In greedinesse of wrath—they whisper. See where they stand. Achomates and Selymus? Both: They are two, we foure, lets runne vpon them, 'Tis very darke, be certaine in your aime, And all strike home. A match. Isack, and I will take the neerest. And we the other. Strike home, and sure, and here's at them. I haue the Crowne, and I will, Oh, oh, oh. Oh, òò, O villaine I am slaine. It is not Cherseogles we haue slaine. Not Cherseogles villaine, whom then? speak. Achomates and Selymus. Ha. None other. Hast thou betray'd vs so? Be silent, heare me. There lie the Captaines of both Armies dead, Breathlesse, and so stupid to neglect The vse of oportunities. What vse? Are you not rich, wealthie in powerfull gold, Goe whilst the Souldiers lye thus destitute Of any Leader, frankly bribe both parts Buy their vnsetled loue at any rate, And creepe into their bosome, then in this Dead wat and dearth of Princes, they will Cleaue to Isaack, and at length salute Me Emperour? You apprehend it right. What blessed angell art thou? 'Tis no time for ide complement. Thy counsel's good. I would not let slip this sweet occasion, For all the pretious plenty of the world. Come let's away. First make some quick dispatch with these now riualls. True, they'le not endure my Soueraignty. Hast no suddaine wits how to remoue them both? No wile but strength; are not we two? They are no more; we must encounter them, 'tis man to man: The match no whit vnequall. I am thine: I hate to haue co-partners in my state: There shall not breath a man whose enuious eye Dares looke a squint on my dread Maiestie. They that bring newes first, are still most welcome. Experience speakes it true.