The Raging Turk, or Bajazet the Second · chunk 50 of 51
Goffe, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1618 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.72 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
We thank you friendly Actors of our bliss, Our patience hath at length tired out the gods; Our Empire hath been racked enough with treasons, And black seditions, as if no Christians Were left to conquer, we yield our Turkish blades Against ourselves, imbowelling the State With bloody discord, by our strength we fall A scorn to Christians, with our hands we shed That blood which might have conquered Christendom; Thus while we hate ourselves we love our enemies, And heal them with our sores, whilst we lie weltering n bloudy peace: the dy of the publique safety Hath been already cast by th'hand of war, Treasons have made a blot, which may provoke The enemy to enter, and bear our men To dark Avernus, Envy might have blushed, Though always pale at all our projects: now This bloody deluge is quite past, return Sweet Peace with th'olive branch, enough of wars, 'Tis thou must pour oil into our scars. Fly hence Hereditary hate, discords dead, Let not succeeding omnities and hatred live. Let none presume to cover private sores With public ruins, nor let black discord Make an Anatomy of our too lean Empire, let it w●● sat again; when peace Hath knit her knots, then shall the wanton sounds Of Bells give place to thundering bombards, And blood wash out the smoothing oil of Peace, Every Soldier I'll ordain a Priest To ring a fatal knell to Christians, And every minute unto earth's wide womb, Shall sacrifice a Chrisitians' Hecatomb: Then shall we make a league with Aeolus, The winds shall strive to further our proceedings, Then will we load the Seas, and fetter Neptune With chains that hold our Anchors; he shall quake Lest he to Pan resign his watery Empire, And three forked-mace unto my awful Sceptre; The Whales and Dolphins shall amazed stand, That they shall yield their place to Bears and lions, Sylla shall howl for fear when she shall see The Sea become a Forest, and herself Mountanie, then let Siren's quake For fear of Satyrs, then let the Christians think, Not that our Navy, but the Country itself Is come to move them from the growing earth; Comets, fiery swords shall be my Heralds, Threatening to th'world sudden combustion: Let our arms be steely bows, our arrows Thunderbolts, and in stead of warlike drums, Thunder shall proclaim black destruction; Vulcan I'll tax thee, exercise thy Forge, Prepare to me for all the world a scourge, The Fates to me their powers shall resign, Which with this hand will rend the strongest twine Of humane breath, first for the I'll of Rhodes Destruction there shall keep his mournful Stage: Th'inhabitants shall act a bloody Tragedy, And personate themselves; Then for Nayos I'll Death there shall keep her Court, than I will make Vienna all a Shambles; yea gaping Famine Ever devouring, always wanting food, Shall gnaw their bowels, and shall lean them nothing Besides themselves to feed on; their dead corpses Shall be entombed in their neighbour's bellies. There every one shall be a living Sepulchre, An unhallowed Churchyard; famine shall feed itself,
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We thanke you friendly Actors of our blisse, Our patience hath at length tired out the gods; Our Empire hath beene rackt enough with treasons, And black seditions, as if no Christians Were left to conquer, wee yeeld our Turkish blades Against our selues, imbowelling the State With bloudy discord, by our strength we fall A scorne to Christians, with our hands we shed That bloud which might haue conqured Christendome; Thus while we hate our selues we loue our enemies, And heale them with our sores, whil'st we lye weltring n bloudy peace: the dy of the publique safety Hath beene already cast by th'hand of warre, Treasons haue made a blot, which may prouoke The enemie to enter, and beare our men To darke Auernus, Enuie might haue blusht, Though alwayes pale at all our projects: now This bloudy deluge is quite past, returne Sweet Peace with th'Oliue branch, enough of warres, 'Tis thou must powre oyle into our scarres. Fly hence Hereditary hate, discords dead, Let not succeeding omnities and hatred liue. Let none presume to couer piuate sores With publique ruines, nor let black discord Make an Anatomie of our too leane Empire, let it w sat againe; when peace Hath knit her knots, then shall the wanton sounds Of Bells giue place to thundring Bobardes, And blood wash out the smoothing oyle of Peace, Euery Souldier I'le ordaine a Priest To ring a fatall knell to Christians, And euery minute vnto earths wide wombe, Shall sacrifice a Chrisitians Hecatombe: Then shall we make a league with Aeolus, The windes shall striue to further our proceedings, Then will we loade the Seas, and fetter Neptune With chaines that hold our Anchors; he shall quake Lest he to Pa resigne his watry Empire, And three fork'd-mace vnto my awfull Scepter; The Whales and Dolphins shall amazed stand, That they shall yeeld their place to Beares and Lyon, Sylla shall howle for feare when she shall see The Sea become a Forrest, and her selfe Mountanie, then let Syrens quake For feare of Satyres, then let the Christians thinke, Not that our Nauie, but the Country it selfe Is come to moue them from the growing earth; Comets, fiery swords shall be my Heraulds, Threatning to th'world suddaine combustion: Let our armes be steely bowes, our arrowes Thunderbolts, and in stead of warlike Drumme, Thunder shall proclaime black destruction; Vulcan I'le tax thee, exercise thy Forge, Prepare to me for all the world a scourge, The Fates to me their powers shall resige, Which with this hand will rend the strongest twine Of humane breath, first for the I'le of Rhodes Destruction there shall keepe his mornfll Stage: Th'inhabitants shall act a bloody Tragedy, And personate themselues; Then for Nayos Ile Death there shall keepe her Court, then I will make Vienna all a Shambles; yea gaping Famine Euer deuouring, alwayes wanting foode, Shall gnaw their bowels, and shall leane them nothing Besides themselues to feede on; their dead corpes Shall be entombed in their neighbours bellies. There euery one shall be a liing Sepulcher, An vnhallowed Churchyard; famine shall feede it selfe,