The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 2 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and typicality 0.83 · 455 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Yet must great Amurath thank those sacred powers, They have enriched our souls with such a price, As had those Heroes whose revengeful Arms, Served Mars a ten years' Prenticeship at Troy, dreamed succeeding times should be possessed, With such an unparalleled unprized beauty as my Saint: They would not have prevented so their bliss, But been most humble Suitors to the Gods, To have protracted their then fond spent life, But to behold this object. Which outshines Their Helena, as much as doth the eye O all the World, dazle the lesser fires. Iove I'll outbrave thee! melt thyself in Lust Embrace at once all star-made Concubines, I'll not envy thee, know I have to spare Beauty enough, to make another Venus; And for fond Gods, that have no reward in store To make me happier, here I'll place my Heaven. And for thy sake, this shall my Motto be, I conquered Greece, one Grecian conquered me. But (gracious Lord) those streams (we see) soon ebb, Which with outrageous swelling flow to fast, Forbid (Lucina) this soon kindled fire, Should ere burn out itself 'tis a true Theme, That ne'er lasts long, that seemeth most extreme. Can this rich price of nature, precious gem Give entertainment to suspecting guests? Come, come, these arms are curious chains of love, With which thou linkest my heart eternally, Thy cheeks the royal Paper interlined, With Nature's Rhetoric, and love persuasion, Stands there attracting still my gazing eye: This than I'll read, and here I now will feign, That these all Antique fables of the Gods, Are writ in flowing numbers; first thy lip, Was fair Europa's which they say made Iove, Turn a wild Heifer: next, this sparkling eye Was the Aemonian Io's; then, this hand Leda's, fair Mother to those Stare made Twins, Thus, thus, I'll Comment on this golden Book: Nature nor Art, have taught how to feign: Fairest, 'twas you first brought me to this vain: In loving Combats now I valiant prove, Let others war, great Amurath shall love. Brave resolution, O the fond thoughts of man, Awake Enuo! I'll find stratagems: There shall be Physic, to purge this disease, Light sores are gently used, but such a part, Must be cut off, lest it infect the hart. Schahin, Our Tutor, we command this night Be solemnized with all delightful sports, Thy learned invention best can think upon. Prepare a Mask, which lively represents, How once the Gods did love: that shall not teach Us by examples, but we'll smile to think: How poor and weak their idle feigning was To our affection. Schahin, be free in wit; And sudden: now come my Kingdom's Pride: Hymen would wed himself to such a Bride.
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Yet mst great Amurath thanke those sacred powers, They have enricht our soules with such a price, As ha those Heroes whose revengefull Armes, Sv'd Mars a ten yeares Prentiship at Troy, re deam'd succeeding times should b possest, With such an unparalel'd unprized beauty as my Saint: They would not have prevented so their blisse, But beene most humble Sutors to the Gods, To have protrated their then fond spent life, But to behold this object. Which out-shines Their . as much as doth the eye O all the World, dazle the lesser fires. ove Ile outbrave thee! melt thy selfe in Lust Embrace at once al starre-made Concubines, Ile not envie thee, know I have to spare Beauty enough, to make another Uenus; And for fond Gods, that have no reward in store To make me happier, here Ile place my Heaven. And for thy sake, this shall my Motto be, I conquered Greece, one Grecian conquered me. But (gracious Lord) those streames (we see) soone ebbe, Which with outragios swelling flow to fast, Forbid ( ucina) this soone kindled fire, Should ere burne out itselfe 'tis a true Theame, That nere lastlong, that seemeth most extreame. Can this rich price of nature, precious jem Give entertainment to suspecting guests? Come, come, these armes are curious chaines of love, With which thou link'st my heart aeternally, Thy cheeks the royall Paper interlined, With Natures Rhetorique, and love perswasion, Stands there attracting still my gazing eye: This then le read, and here I now will faine, That these all Antique fables of the Gods, Are writ in flowing numbers; first thy lip, Was faire Euroaes which they say made Iove, Turne a wild Heyfer: next, this sparkling eye Was the Aemonian Io's; then, this hand Laedaes, faire Mother to those Stare made Twins, Thus, thus, Ile Comment on this golden Booke: Nature nor Art, have taught how to faine: Fairest, 'twas you first brought me to this vaine: In loving Combats now I valiant prove, Let others warre, great murath shall love. Brave resolution, O the fond thoughts of man, Awake Enuo! Ile find stratagems: There shall be Physick, to purge this disease, Light sores are gently us'd, but such a part, Must be cut off, least it infect the hart. Schahi, Our Tutor, we command this nigh Be solemniz'd with all delightfull sports, Thy learn'd invention best can thinke upon. Prepare a Maske, which lively represents, How once the Gods did love: that shall not teach Vs by examples, but we'll smile to thinke: How poore and weake their idle faining was To our affection. Scahin, be free in wit▪ And suddaine: now come my Kingdomes Pride▪ Hymen would wed himselfe to such a Bride.