The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 14 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 448 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Why (Gentlemen) we want no foes to fight, Nor need we turn our weapons on ourselves! You lazy rogue, what! come in my Cabinet? Conspiring slave you murmured 'gins th'allowance, And wouldst persuade upon a larger pay, To betray all Garrisons, and turn Turk. Thou half Can-carousing rascal, I'll tear thee, And those treacherous veins of thine, will you see. Will you see your Corporal wronged? Well, since I fight for victuals for company, Use now your swords and Bucklers. Treason the next man that speaks or strikes a blow! Then shall our Laundresses fight for us. Why, Amazons! Baudicans, come help to scratch! O Cobelitz, what way shall we appease them? Out thy Corporal (huswife) hath the itch, You now will have foul washing, Drab i'll tear your mouth; An inch or two yet wider. What, soldiers think you each distasteful word, Given▪ 'mongst yourselves so strong an obloquy That revenge spurs you to each others death? And will not seek to wash those blasphemies, In Seas of their foul blood, which they belched out. By our approaching foes, against the Essence Of the Eternal. Leave, leave, these factions; cease these Mutinies! Hark their Drums take advantage of these stirs! Let us oppose our strength against our foe! And in our Camp let not one soldier be, Who will not find and strike his Enemies. Now (blessed guider and great strength of arms) If in thy secret and hid decree, Thou hast not yet appointed the full time, Wherein thou meanest to tame this tiger, Who dare murmur against thine hidden will? Be we slain now, there's victory in store, Which when thou pleasest thou'lt give, & not before. Give us still strength of patience, not to wish, A funeral honour unto all the world, When we are perishing we'll still believe, Those dangers worth our death we undergo. Whilst who is ours, is all alike thy foe; Should fortune lose this day when we are slain, Thou canst give hands, and strength, and men again; On thee we trust then, and on thee bear, Scorning for Heaven's sake to shed a tear. Bassa! we thank thy valour and discretion, In finding fit occasion to invade The mutinons Christians! these Captives here Shall be good presents to our worthy Master. General now trust me these young slaves, To be full of Valour, they have metal in them. Yes; and to his Highness shall perform A service which I long have thought upon, And which his Turkish Majesty requires; They'll fit to be a near attendant guard, On all occasions to the Emperor; Therefore they shall be called Janizaries, By me first instituted, for our Prince's safeties sake.
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Why (Gentlemen) we want no foes to fight, Nor need we turne our weapons on our selves! You lazy rogue, what! come in my Cabinet? Conspiring slave you murmur'd gin's th'allowance, And wouldt perswade upon a larger pay, To betray all Garrisons, and turne Tur. Thou halfe Can-carousing rascall, Ile teare thee, And those treacherous veines of thine, will you see. Will you see your Corporall wrong'd? Well, since I fight for victuals for company, Vse now your swords and Bucklers. Treason the next man that speakes or strikes a blow▪ Then shall our Laundresses fight for us. Why, Amazos! Baudicans, come helpe to scratch! O Cobelitz, what way shall we appease them? Out thy Corporal (huswife) hath the itch, You now will have foule washing, Drab ile teare your mouth; An inch or two yet wider. What, souldiers thinke you each distastfull word, Given ▪mogst your selves so strong an obloquie That revenge spurs you to each others death? And will not seeke to wash those blasphemies, In Seas of their foule blood, which they belcht out. By our approaching foes, against the Essence Of the Eternall. Leave, leave, these factions; cease these Mutinies▪ Harke their Drums take advantage of these stirre ▪ Let us oppose our strength against our foe! And in our Campe let not one souldier be, Who will not finde and strike his Enemies. Now (blest guider and great strength of armes) If in thy secret and hid decree, Thou hast not yet appointed the full time, Wherein thou meanest to tame this tyger, Who dare murmur against thine hidden will? Be we slaine now, there's victory in store, Which when thou pleasest thou't give, & not before. Give us still strength of patience, not to wish, A funerall honour unto all the world, When we are perishing we'l still beleeve, Those dangers worth our death we undergoe. Whilst who is ours, is all alike thy foe; Should fortune loose this day when we are slaine, Thou canst give hands, and strength, and men again; On thee we trust then, and on thee beare, Scorning for Heavens sake to shed a teare. Bassa! we thanke thy valor and discretion▪ In finding fit occasion to invade The mutinons Christians! these Captives here Shall be good presents to our worthy Master. Generall now trust me these young slaves, To be full of Valor, they have mettall in them. Yes; and to his Highnesse shall performe A service which I long have thought upon, And which his Turkis Majesty requires; They'l fit to be a neare attendant guard, On all occasions to the Emperour; Therefore they shall be called ▪ By me first instituted, for our Princes safeties sake.