The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 48 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 · 502 words
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Could not produce an heat so violent As burns within my body: Oh I feel My heart drop into cinders, I am dust; Ioue for thine own sake Ioue, confine my soul Within these walls of earth: for in the sky When I am there, none shall be Ioue but I. Still, still I boil, and the continued flames Are aggravated: He is done, subdued (By the base Art of a damned Empiric) Whose empty name sent terror through the world: Is not the heaven bespangled all with stars, And blazing Meteors, whose bright glimmering flames Like ceremonial Tapers should adorn My solemn Hearse? what doth the golden Sun Ride with its wont motion? are the waves Bridled within their narrow Continent No deluge? not an earthquake? Shall a Prince, An Emperor, a Batazet decease And make no breach in nature? fright the world With no prodigious birth? Are you asleep You thundering beggars that so awe the world? I'll hasten to revenge this strong neglect Of my deceasing spirits, mount my soul, Brush off this cloddy heavy element: So Ioue I come excorporate, divine, Immortal as thyself, I must contest With thee proud god, with thee to arm my mind, Only my soul ascends earth stays behind. Is Selymus deceased? He is my Lord. Who Solymus? what Fate durst be so bold: Oh, I could act an holy frenzy now Selimus deceased? What did not Atlas tremble At such a burden? Can he support the Orb That holds up Selimus? is not yet the Pole Cracked with his weight? do not the heaven's preparr His funeral Exequys? Ioue I invoke thee now, Command the heavens that the prone Chandler shops Command that idle Phoebus, that he exhale Matter from earth to make thy funerall Tapers: Or I'll make Torches of the universe In stead of Comets; flaming Countries, Cities Shall be thy ceremonial Tapers: Or if not this; I'll ransack Christendom, King's Daughters I'll embowel for a Sacrifice, Their fat with vestal fire will I refine, And offer virgins ware unto thy shrine. Start back bright Phoebus, let thy fiery Steeds Keep Holiday for Selimus. tell thy host Proud Neptune now expects another's deluge, That all the earth may weep for Selimus. What do you smile you Heavens? are ye conscious, And guilty of this execrable treason? What dare the fields to laugh when I do mourn? I'll dye your motley coloured weeds in scarlet, And clothe the world in black destruction. Nemesis, I'll nail thee to my greedy sword, Destruction shall serve under me a Prenticeship. Courage brave Sel●xie, with thy Princely boat Through Styx even all mortality shall float; I'll levy Soldiers through the Universe, With which thou shalt begirt Elysium; Thus barren Nature shall repent thy fall, Grieving that she did not the event forestall; Death I will hate thee: the world shall wear Thy sable livery embroidered with fear: Thy Trophies every where the world shall gaze on: Thy Arms in sable and in gules I blazon.
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Could not produce an heat so violent As burnes within my body: Oh I feele My heart drop into cindars, I am dust; Ioue for thine own sake Ioue, confine my soule Within these walls of earth: for in the skie VVhen I am there, none shall be Ioue but I. Still, still I boyle, and the continued flames Are aggrauated: He is done, subdu'd (By the base Art of a damn'd Emperick) VVhose empty name sent terrour through the world: Is not the heauen bespangl'd all with starres, And blazing Meteors, whose bright glimmering flames Like ceremoniall Tapers should adorne My solemne Hearse? what doth the golden Sunne Ride with it's wonted motion? are the waues Bridled within their narrow Continent No deluge? not an earthquake? Shall a Prince, An Emperour, a Batazet decease And make no breach in nature? fright the world With no prodigeous birth? Are you asleepe You thundring beggards that so awe the world? I'le hasten to reuenge this strong neglect Of my deceasing spirits, mount my soule, Brush off this cloddy heauy element: So Ioue I come excorporate, diuine, Immortall as thy selfe, I must contest With thee proud god, with thee to arme my minde, Onely my soule ascends earth stayes behinde. Is Selyms deceased? He is my Lord. Who Solymus? what Fate durst be so bold: Oh, I could act an holy frenzy now Selymus deceas'd? What did not Atlas tremble At such a burden? Can he support the Orbe That holds vp Selymus? is not yet the Pole Crackt with his weight? doe not the heauens preparr His funerall Exequies? Ioue I inuole thee now, Command the heauens that the prone Chandler shops Command that idle Phaebus, that he exhale Matter from earth to make thy unerall Tapers: Or I'le make Torches of the vniuerse In stead of Comets; flaming Countries, Cities Shall be thy cermoniall Tapers: Or if not this; I'le ransack Christendome, Kings Daughters I'le embowell for a Sacrifice, Their fat with vestall fire will I refine, And offer virgs ware vnto thy shrine. Start back bright Phaebus, let thy firie Steedes Keepe Holiday for Selymus. tell thy host Proud Neptune now expects anothers deluge, That all the earth may weepe for Selymus. What doe you smile you Heauens? are ye conscious, And guilty of this execrable treason? What dare the fields to laugh when I doe mourne? I'le dye your motly colour'd weedes in scarlet, And cloath the world in black destruction. Nemesis, I'le naile thee to my greedy sword, Destruction shall serue vnder me a Prentiship. Courage braue Selxie, with thy Princely boat Through Styx euen all mortality shall float; I'le leauie Souldiers through the Vniuerse, With which thou shalt beguirt Elizeum; Thus barren Nature shall repent thy fall, Grieuing that shee did not the euent fore-stall; Death I will hate thee: the world shall weare Thy sable liuerie embroydered with feare: Thy Trophies euery where the world shall gaze on: Thy Armes in sable and in gules I blazon.