The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 16 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
May't please your Majesty to like mine advice It's good to have alliance with such friends; Kings that combine themselves are like to shafts, The ancient Sage proposed unto his son! Which whilst together they were close compact: Arms, knees, and his whole strength, could never break; Take one by one, they with a touch were tract, So Kings may be o'ercome that stand alone; But two such Princes, knit thus hand in hand, Should Nations totter, they would firmly stand. Yes Schahin we'll approve what thou sayest; Then from us carry the great Asians Monarch, This his kindest greeting: Tell him the gates of Prusa shall stand open, And the glad air shall Echo notes of joy, To entertain her who shall bless our Land, With hopeful issue; greedy thoughts expect Her soon arrival; and so (Embassador) Inform thy Priucesse, when she shall appear, A lasting Star shall shine within our Sphere! O Servia, our Cities are turned flames; Each stays to hast his own and others death: And as though Heaven conspired destructiou too, That reigns down scalding Sulphur on our heads, Here one that lies thick gasping for his breath, Is choked with blood that runs from's fellows wounds, Whilst others for the dead are making Graves, Themselves are made the corpses that do fill them! Nobles, and base, together perish all: And a drawn sword sticks fast in every rib; Our stones are died Vermilion with our blood! Old creatures that are creeping to the grave, Are thrust on faster! Infants but in the threshold of their lives, And thus kicked off, O most disastrous times, To love our deaths, and make our life our crimes. See, see, the ruins of our goodly Walls, Our City's smoke hinders the sight of heaven: The conqueror yet amazed measures out our Towns, With eyes of terror, and doth scarce believe He hath o'ercome us; yet among these fires, Our dead men are denied their funeral flames: Aud those infectious Carkases doe performe, A second murder on the rest that live! And all the hope of safety that we have, Is now to fix our flattering lips at's feet: Mercy (perhaps) may wearied slaughter meet. Will you do so? speak for I am determined— No (worthy General) Heaven avert And arm you with the proof of better thoughts! What though a Tyrant strives to terrify All Christendom, and would not be beloved? Let not your fears give impious rage such scope! As for to bring Religion to profaneness: Fortune and Heaven will scorn to try a man, That hurls his weapons hence and runs away! How is he worthy of heaven's victory; That, when it frowns, dares not look up and see? Me thinks we three are now environed round, With hosts of Angels, and our powerful Mars. Is putting bows of steel into our hands: He doth suggest our wrath, and bids us, on! O what an army 'tis to have a cause Holy and just; there, there's our strength indeed.
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May't please your Majesty to like mine advice It's good to have allyance with such friends; Kings that combine themselves are like to shafts, The ancient Sage propos'd unto his sonne! Which whilst together they were close compact: Armes, knees, and his whle strength▪ could never breake; Take one by one, they with a touch were tract, So Kings may be orecome that stand alone; But two such Princes, knit thus hand in hand, Should Nations totter, they would firmely stand. Yes Schahin we'll approve what thou sayest; Then from us carry the great Asians Monarch, This his kindest greeting: Tell him the gates of Prusa shall stand ope, And the glad ayre shall Eccho notes of joy, To entrtaine her who shall blesse our Land, With hopefull issue; gredy thoughts expect Her soone arrivall; and so (Embasador) Enforme thy Priucesse, when she shall appeare, A lasting Starre shall shie within our Sphaere! O Servia, our Cities are turned flames; Each stayes to hast his owne and others death: And as though Heaven conspir'd destructiou too, That raignes downe scalding Sulphure on our heads, Here one that lyes thicke gasping for his breath, Is choakt with bloud that runs from's fellowes wounds, Whilst others for the dead are making Graves, Themselves are made the coarses that doe fill them! Nobles, and base, together perish all: And a drawne sword stickes fast in every rib; Our stones are dyed Vermillion with our bloud! Old creatures that are creeping to the graue, Are thrust on fastr! Infants but in the of their lives, And thus kickt off, O most disastrous times, To love our deaths, and make our life our crimes. See, see, the ruines of our goodly Walles, Our Cities smoake hinders the sight of heaven: The conquerour yet amaz'd measures ou our Townes▪ With eyes of terror, and doth scarce beleeve He hath orecome us; yet among these fires, Our dead men are denyed their funerall flames: Aud those infectious Carkases doe performe, A second murder on the rest that live! And all the hope of safety that we have, Is now to fixe our flattering lips at's feet: Mercy (perhaps) may wearied slaughter meet. Wil you doe so? speake for I am determi'nd — No (worthy Generall) Heaven avert And rme you with the proofe of better thoughts! What though a Tyrant strives to terrifie All Christendome, and would not be beloved? Let not your feares give impious rage such scope! As for to bring Religion to prophanesse: Fortune and Heaven will scorne to try a man, That hurles his weapons hence and runs away! How is he worthy of heavens victory; That, when it frownes, dares not looke u and see? Me thinks w three are now inviron'd round, With hosts of Angels, and our powerfull Mars. Is putting bowes of steele into our hands: He doth suggest our wrath, and bids us, on! O what an army 'tis to have a cause Holy and just; there, there's our strength indeed.