The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 17 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 · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Tu ment Labantes, Dirige nos, dubios: Certo Robore firmâ. If we must dye, the narrow way to bliss, Shall be made wide for us, the gate wide open, And the spread Palace entertains with joy. Mean time, let's look like men upon our grief. Out frown fate, Despot, Bulgaria, come! Turk! once more at thee (Tyrant) mortals must, Command Heaven's favour in a cause so just. Sends our proud father in Law this greeting to us? Was our sword sheathed so soon to hear this answer? My Lord, he bade me tell you that 'twas you Have made him leave off this great Prophets Wars, When he was hewing down the Christians; Therefore submission should not now appease him, More, though your Wife, his Daughter, should herself, Upon her penitent knees be suppliant! No sooner shall the Tyrian splendent Sol, Open Heavens Casements, and enlarge the day, But his horse hooves shall beat your treacherous Earth; And that you may be warned of his approach, Murder and flames shall be his Prodromo's! Confederate Princes and my kind allies, Shall his proud nostrils breathe those threats on us? Moreover, my Lord will or win, or raze, Iconium and Larenda. Iconium and Larenda? I? No more? Had best look first, how safe his Prusa stands! Lords, I am moved, and will forget my Queen Was ere the issue of his hated blood! My spleen is tossed within; mine entrailes pant, As, when the Sea is raised with Southern gusts, The wind allayed, yet still the Waves will tremble, Princes, now bind yourselves with such strong chains, Your faith and breaths can make; swear to me all, To be as firm to me against Amurath, As is the skin and flesh unto the Nerves; We all swear we will. Then all here kiss my Sword, Which shall be steeped within the headman's throat: We'll make him know those will not fly in War, Which may in policy in treat a peace! Hast thy course (time) and soon reduce the year! Ensigns may Ensigns meet, Carmania's King, Great Aladin, scorns to avoid a Turk: Princes, and Neighbours, muster up your strength, That we may meet him on his full Career! And let it be Carmania's pride to say, To overcome him we asked no second day. Thne O Hymen, thine: O she, Whose Beauties verse Calliope, Sing to Marriage rites an Io, Io to Hymen. To thee Apollo is my suit, Lend me a while thy silver Lute, O what a woe it is to bring, A Bride to Bed and never sing. Io to Hymen. When she's old, still seems she young, When she's week, to her be strong! Be Cyprus, both, and Paphos here, Love, sing with merry cheer. Io to Hymen.
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— Tu mente Labantes, Dirige nos, dubios: Certo Robore firmâ. If we must dye, the narrow way to blisse, Shall be made wide for us, the gate wide ope, And the spread Pallace entertaines with joy. Meane time, let's looke like men upon our giefe. Out frowne fate, Despot, Bulgaria, come! Turke! once more at thee (Tyrant) mortals must, Command Heavens favor in a cause so just. Sends our proud father in Law this greeting to us? Was our sword sheath'd so soone to heare this answer? My Lord, he bad me tell you that 'twas you him leave off this great Prophets Warres, When he was hewing downe the Christians; Therefore submission hould not now appease him, Mo▪ though your Wife, his Daughter, hould her selfe, Vpon her penitent knees be supplyant! No sooner shall the Tycian splendent Sol, Open Heavens Casements, and inlarge the day, But his horse hoofes shall beat your treacherous Earth; And that you may be warn'd of his approach, Murder and flames shall be his Prodromo's! Confederate Princes and my kind allyes, Shall his proud nosthrils breath those threats on us? Moreover, my Lord wil or win, or raz, Iouium and Larenda. Iconium and Larenda? I? No more? Had best looke first, how safe his Prusa stands! Lords, I am mov'd, and will forget my Queene Was ere the issue of his hated blood! My splene is tost within; mine entrailes pant, As, wen the Sea is rais'd with Southerne gusts, The wind allay'd, yet still the Waves will tremble, Princes, now binde your selves with such strong chaines, Your faith and breaths can make; sweare to me all, To be as firme to me 'gainst Amurath, As is the skin and lesh unto the Nerves; We all sweare we will. Then all here kisse my Sword, Which shall be steept within the head-mans thrat▪ We'l make him know those will not lye in Warre, Which may in policie in treat a peace! Hast thy course (time) and soone reduce the yeare! Ensignes may Ensignes meet, King, Great , scornes to avoyd a Turke: Princes, and Neighbours, muster up your strength, That we may meet him on his full Cariere! And let it be Carnia's pride to say, To overcome him we askt no second day. Thne O Hymen, thine: O shee, Whose Beauties verse Calliope, Sing to Marriage rites an Io, Io to Hymen. To thee Apollo is my sute, Lend me a while thy silver Lute, O what a woe it is to bring, A Bride to Bed and never sing. Io to Hymen. When she's old, still seemes she young, When she's weke, to her be strong! Be Cyprus, both, and Paphos here, Love, sing with merry cheere. Io to Hymen.