The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 18 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
You Gods of Marriage: sacred Protectoresse Of lawful propagations, and blessed Love Be most propitious to these grafted stems! Drop dewing showers of generation on them! Think (Son) this day too prodigal of blessing As, that had Juno tasked thee (like Alcides) To grapple with Stymphallides, or cleanse Angelas' stables: or like the Trojan Boy, Sat like a Shepheard on Dardadias' Hills, Such a reward as this fair Queen repairs, O thou hoped future offspring spare thy Parent! Hurt not this tender womb, these Ivory worlds, When you are borne; O be within your limbs, The Grandsire Amurath, and father's strength! Line their faces (Nature) with their Mother's die! And let the Destinies mark the ensuring night In their Eternal Books, with notes most white. Grant it great Mahomet! Most awfull father and my honored Pinee, Although it be enacted by the Heavens, That in these bonds of marriage such curse Attends on Princes above private men, That nor affection, nor home-nourished Love But state and policy must elect their Wives. Which must be fetched from Countries far remote! Yet the protecting Powers have such a care, Both of their offsprings and their Kingdom's state, That to what they ordain, they work in us A sudden willingness to make us obey; For, in this breast, I do already feel That there's a kindling a Diviner heat: Which disobedience never shall extinguish. And, if there be any felicity From these united Loves to be derived From the weak sex into the husband's soul, Then may my Lord make his affection sure, To be repaid with unattainted Love, In which a pretty people ye shall live, Wi soft and yeilding curtesie in all He shall command, my willing arms shall still, Be open t'enfold within a Wives embrace, If any comfort else there be in store, (Which modesty keeps silent to itself) Cause only husbands and the night must know't, My Loyalty shall ever all perform, And (though my) Lord should frown, I'll be the lame, Green wood will burn with a continued flame: Princess our ardour is already fired, Yet with no violent temerity; Such as might fear its short and soon decaying; Thy virtue seems so to exceed thy Sex, And wisdom so far to outpace thy years, That, surely (Ptincesse) soon maturity, Argues in them, hidden Divinity. Expected (Hymen) here hath bound our hands, And hearts, with everlasting ligaments: Fortunate both we are, and have one bliss The want of which for ever doth infect, With anxious cares the sweets of marriage Beds: Our Parent's benediction and consent, They are the truest Hymens, and should be To children the best marriage Deity. Thus then attended with such sacred charms Our last day of content shall never come; Till we must part by th'unresisted doom, With a pleased error we will age beguile, All stars on us, an equal yoke must smile.
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You Gods of Marriage: sacred Protectoresse Of lawfull propagations, and blest Love Be most propitious to these grafted stemmes! Drop dewing showers of genration on them! Thinke (Sonne) this day too prodigall of blessing As, that had uno taskt thee (like Alcides) To grapple with Stmphallides, or clense Angelas stables: or like the Trojan Boy, Sit like a Shepherd on Dardadias Hils, Such a reward as this faire Queen repayres, O thou hop'd future off-spring spare thy Parent! Hurt not this tender wombe, these Ivory worlds, When you are borne; O be within your limbes, The Grandsire Amurath, and fathers strength! Line their faces (Nature) ith their Mothers dye! And let the Destinies marke the ensuring night In their Eternall Bookes, with notes most white. Grant it great Maomet! Most awfull father and my honored Pinee, Although it be enacted by the Heavens, That in these bonds of marriage such curse Attends on Princes above private men, That nor affection, nor home-nourisht Love But tate and policy must elect their Wives. Which must be fetcht from Countries farre remote! Yet the protecting Powers have such a care, Both of their off-springs and their Kingdomes state, That to what they ordaine, they worke in us A suddaine willingnesse to make us obey; For, in this brest, I doe already feele That there's a kindling a Diviner heat: Which disobedience never shall extinguish. And, if there be any felicity From these uited Loves to be derived From the weake sexe into the husbands soule, Then may my Lord make his affection sure, To be repayd with unattainted Love, In which a pritty peopl ye shall live, Wi soft and yeilding curtesie in all He shall command, my willing armes shall still, Be ope t'enfold within a Wives embrace, If any comfort else there be in store, (Which modesty keeps silent to it selfe) Cause onely husbands and the night must know't, My Loyalty shall ever all performe▪ And (though my) Lord should frown, Ile be the ame▪ Greene wood will burne with a continued flame: Princesse our ardor is already fired, Yet with no violent temerity; Such as might feare it's short and soone decaying▪ Thy vertue seemes so to exceed thy Sexe, And wisdome so farre to out-pace thy yeares, That, surely (Ptincesse) soone maturity, Argues in them, hidden Divinity. Expected (Hymen) here hath bound our hands, And hearts, with everlasting ligaments▪ Fortunate both we are, and have one blisse The want of which for ever doth infect, With anxious cares the sweets of marriage Beds: Our Parents benediction and consent, They are the truest Hymens, and should be To children the best marriage Deity. Thus then attended with uch sacred charmes Our last day of content shall never come; Till we must part by th'unresisted doome, With a pleas'd error we will age beguile, All starres on us, an aequall yoke must smile.