The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 11 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.81 · 452 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Our Tutor, Eurenoses, Captains, welcome! Gallants, I call you to a spectacle: My breast too narrow to hoard up any joy: Nay, gaze here (Gentlemen!) give Nature thanks, For framing such an excellent sense as (Sight) Whereby such objects are enjoyed as this! Which of you now imprison not your thought In envious and silent policy. My Lord to whatsoever you shall propose, My sentence shall be free. And mine. Chase-Il. And mine. Which of you then dare challenge to himself, Such a pathetic a Prerogative, So stoically severed from affection, That had he such a Creature as lieth here, One, at whom Nature herself stood amazed: One, whom those lofty ecstasies of Poets, Should they decay, here't must not barely dump Their dull inventions with similitudes, Taken from Sun, Moon, Violets, Roses, And, when their raptures at a period stand; A silent admiration must supply Only name her, and she is all described. Hyperbole of women, Colour itself Is not more pure, and incontaminate! Sleep dotes on her: and grasps her eyelids close; The sky itself hath only so much blue As the azure in her veins, bends by reflex. Here's breath that would those vapours purify, Which from Avernus chokes the flying Birds! Here's heat would tempt the numbed Atkenian, Though all his blood with age were conjealed ice! Now, which of you all is so temperate; That, did he find this jewel in his Bed (Unless an Eunuch) could refrain to grapple, And dally with her? Come! Speak freely all. Truly (my Lord) I came of mortal Parents And much confess me subject to desires; Freely enjoy your Love! That were she mine, I surely would do no less. What saith Eurenoses? My Lord, I say; That they may rail at light, that ne'er saw day; But, had I such a Creature by my side Were the world twice enlarged, and all that world O'ercome by me, all volumes writ, Made clean and filled up by Rhetoric strains: Of my great deeds, Historians should spend Their Ink and Paper in my sole Chronicle, A thousand such alluring idle charms, Could not conjure me from betwixt her arms. Your sentence Chase Ill Beg? What need your Grace depend upon our breath? I vow (my Lord,) if all those scrupulous things Which burden us with precepts so praecise, Those Parents which when they are married once And past their strength of years, think their sons straight, Should be as old in every thing as they, I say my Lord, did my head wear a Crown That Queen should be the chiefest gem t'adorn it, Spite of all hate, that's an unhappy state When Kings must fear to love, least subjects hate.
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Our Tutor, Eurenoses, Captaines, welcome! Gallants, I call you to a spectacle: My breast too narrow to hoard up any joy: Nay, gaze here (Gentlemen!) give Nature thanks, For framing such an excellent sence as (Sight) Whereby such objects are injoy'd as this! Which of you now imprison not your thought In envios and silent policy. My Lord to whatsoever you shall propose, My sentence shall be free. And mine. Chase-Il. And mine. Which of you then dare chalenge to himself, Such a pathetique a Praerogative, So stoically evered from affection, That had he suh a Creature as lyeth here, One, at whom Nature her selfe stood amazed: One, whom thse lofty extaies of Poets, Should they decay, here't must not barely dump Their dull inventions with similitudes, Taken from Sunne, Moone, Volets▪ Roses, And, when their raptures at a period stand; A silent admiration must supply Onely name her, and she is all describ'd. Hyperbole of women, Colour it selfe Is not more pure, and incontaminate! Sleep doates on her: and grasps her eye-lids close▪ The sky it selfe hath onely so much blew As the azure in her veies, bends by reflexe. Here's breath that would those vapors purifie, Which from Avernus choakes the flying Birds! Here's heat would tempt the numb'd Atkenian, Though all his bloud with age were conjealed yce! Now, which of you all is so temperate; That, did he find this Iewel in his Bed (Vnlesse an Eunuch) could refraine to grapple, And dally with her? Come! Speake freely all. Truly (my Lord) I came of mortall Parents And much confesse me subject to desires; Freely injoy your Love! That were she mine, I surely would doe no lesse. What sayth Eurenses? My Lord, I ay; That they may raile at light, that nere saw day; But, had I such a Creature by my side Were the world twice enlarged, and all that world Orecome by me, all volumes writ, Made cleane and fild up by Rhetorique straines: Of my great deeds, Historians should spend Their Inke and Paper in my sole Chronicle, A thousand such alluring idle charmes, Could not conjure me from betwixt her armes. Your sentence Chase Beg? What need your Grace depend upon our breath? I vow (my Lord,) if all those scrupulous things Which burden us with praecepts so praecise, Those Parents which when they are married once And past their strength of yeares, thinke their sonnes traight, Should be as old in every thing as they, I say my Lord, did my head weare a Crowne That Queen should be the chiefest jem t'adorne it, Spite of all hate, that's an unhappy state When Kings must feare to love, least subjects hate.