The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 5 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 · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Fair Bride I sang thy Epithalamy, And left Elisium for thy Nuptials: Iuno here thundered 'gainst the Thunderer, Knowing how thy beauty dazzles hers, She durst not let heaven's King once glance a look, But threatened with her hellbred incantations, To metamorphize thine unparaleld And most celestial shape into worse forms; And more prodigious than ever poisoned charms. Wrought on the fabled Concubines of love: But know great Queen, my Mother Venus vows Her everlasting guard to save such beauty, Lest if thou perish, Nature herself Loose her only pattern of serenity, But I must hast, Love which the Gods protect, Can never be indangered by neglect. Scahin, thine Art is excellent; but say, Do Gods fall out for love amongst themselves? My Lord, these are but fables: yet to make The show more pertinent, and to grace your Queen, Conceipt took leave to put the frown on Iuno. My Lords and friends, we shall be ever thankful And rest a Debtor to your courtesy. Not so fair Queen, but durst I now entreat The Kings detaining from the sweets of Bed, There yet remains one thought upon conceit, Which you would doubly grace me to behold. Our worthy Tutor shall obtain a Night, A night ofus, in any case we can! But then let me inform your Majesty, That 'tis a warrior's show, which once you loved, But now are free from. 'Tis best of all, with greediness we'll see it, O how the soul doth gratulate itself When safely it beholds the dangerous state Of others, and itself securely free! Glad are we still to stand upon the shore, And see a far off others tossed in the Sea, Or in a Gallery at a Fencer's stage, We laugh when mutually each one takes wounds; Sat still (Eumorphe) Scahin, thy show in haste; 'Tis best delight, to think on troubles past. Stay you most worthy shades! brave Hector stay! And proud Achilles, know your massy Tombs, Which have so long o'erwhelmed your valiant bones Yawns wide to let the imprisoned corpses forth. I must afresh imbalm your sacred Trunks, And sweet your memory with most happy oil, Of just report, the Gods awaked me Fame From out the oblivious Sepulcher of sleep, To drop that Ink into old Homer's pen, Wherewith he curiously hath lined your names, Enfolding them in Everlasting Cedar, And made them live to all posterity. Virtue to valour hath his gift assigned. Great men may dye, yet deeds still rest in mind. Most fortunate young man, whose worth is crowned With everlasting Trophies of renown, How hath he set thee on the wings of Fame Which sore i'th' middle region of high glory Proposed to all, a never dying story. May it please the (Son of Iupiter) to accept A Present, which our fight enriched us with? Is it a Band of stubborn Souldiers Captain? O no (my Liege) of exquisite formed Ladies, Darius his wife, the wonder of her Sex, Besides a Troop of such shaped Ganimedes, That love not equals. Philoxenus▪ We thank thee! Yet hark! There is a secret we would know of thee, And you must tell Us: on your faith you must.
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Faire Bride I sang thy pithalamy, And left for thy Nuptials: Iuno here thundered gainst the Thunderer, Knowing how thy beauty dazles hers, She durst not let heavens King once glance a looke, But threatned with her helbred incantations, To metamorphise thine unparaleld And most caelestiall shape into worse formes; And more prodigiou than ever poysoned charmes. Wrought on the fabled Concubines of love: But knw great Queene▪ my Mother Venus vowes Her everlasting guard to save such beauty, Lest if thou perish, Nature selfe Loose he oely patterne of erenity, But I must hat, Love which the Gods protect, Can never by neglect. cahin, thine Art is excellent; but say, Doe Gods fall out for love amongst themselves? My Lord, these are but fables: yet to make The shew more prtinent, and to grace your Queene, Coceipt tooke leave to put the frowne on Iuo. My Lords and friends, we shall be ever thankfull And rest a Debtor to your curtesie. Not so faire Queen, but durst now ntreat The Kings detaining from th sweets of Bed▪ There yet remaines one thought upon conceipt, Which you would doubly grace me to behold. Our worthy Tutor shall obtaine a Night, A night ofus, in any case we can! But then let me informe your Majesty, That 'tis a warrier shew, which once you loved, But now are free from. 'Tis best of all, with greedinesse we'l see it, O how the soule doth gratulate it selfe When safly it beholds the dangerous state Of others, and it selfe securely free! Glad are we still to stand upon the shore, And see a farre off oters tost in the Sea, Or in a Gallery at a Fencers stage, We laugh when mutually each one takes wound; Sit still ( ) Schin, thy shew in hast; 'Tis best delight, to think on troubles past. Stay you most worthy fhades▪ brave Hector stay▪ And proud Achilles, know your massi Tombes, Which have so long orewhelm'd your valiant bones Yawnes wide to let the imprisoned coarses forth. I must afresh imbalme your sacred Trunkes, And swet your memory with most happy oyle, Of just report, the Gods awakt me Fame From out the oblivious Sepulchr of sleepe, To drop that Inke into old Homer pen, Werewith he curiously hath lin'd your names, Enfolding them in Everlasting Cedar, And made them live to all posterity. Vertue to valour hath his guift assign'd▪ Great men may dye, yet deeds still rest in mind. Most fortunate young man, whose worth is crown'd With everlasting Trophies of renowne, How hath he set thee on the wings of Fame Which soare i'th middle region of high glory Propos'd to all, a never dying story. May it please the (Sonne of Iupiter) to accept A Present, which our fight enricht us with? Is it a Band of stubborn Souldirs Captaine? O no (my Lieg) of exquisite form'd Ladies▪ Darius his wife, the wonder of her Sexe, Besides a Troope of such shapt Ganimdes, That love ot equals. Philoxenus▪ We thanke thee! Yet harke! There is a secrt we would know of thee, And you must tell Vs: on your faith you must.