The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 21 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 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Nay but my Lord, mean you to meet your death? Let's hast our flight, and trust more to our feet Then words, or hands— Why, so much of our blood Is already spilt, as should the glittering Sun Exhale it upward, 'twould obnubulate It's lustre, else to fiery Meteors turn. Some council (Lords) he that's amidst the Sea, When every curled wave doth threat his death Yet trusts upon the oars of his own arms, And sometime the salt foam doth pity him, A Wolf, or Lion, that hath filled his gorge With bloody prey, at last will lie to sleep, And the unnatural'st creatures not forget Their love to those whom they do know their own! My wife's his Daughter; sice we canot stand His fury longer, she shall suage his wrath. The boisterous Ocean when no winds oppose, Growth's Calme revenge is lost, when't hath no foes. Why then (my Lord) array yourself in weeds, Of a Petitioner: take the Queen along, And your two children; they may move his eyes; For, desperate sores ask desperate remedies. Go (Lords) go: fetch some strait. O Heavens! O fortune they that lean on thy cracked wheel, And trust a Kingdom's power, and domineer In a walled Palace, let them look on me, And thee (Carmania) greater instances The world affords not to demonstrate The frail estate of proudest Potentates, Of sturdiest Monarchies: high Pinnacles Are still invaded with the prouder winds; They must endure the threats of every blast; The tops of Caucasus and Pindus shake, With every crack of thunder; humble Vaults Are ne'er touched with a bolt, ambiguous wings Hath all the state, that hovers over Kings. ay, I, this vesture fits my misery! This badge of poverty must now prevail, Where all my Kingdom's power & strength doth fail, Why should not a prophetic soul attend On great men's persons, and forewarn their ills? Raging Boötes doth not so turmoil The Lybian ford, as Fortune doth great hearts. Bellona and Erynnis scourge us on; Should wars and treasons cease, why our own weight Would send us to the Earth; as spreading arms Make the huge trees in tempest for to split. For as the slaughterman to pasture goes, And drags that Ox home first, whose Bulk is greatest, The lean he still le's feed: disease takes hold On bodies that are pampered with best fare; So doth all ruin choose the fairest marks: At which it bends, and strikes it full of shafts, Ambition made me now that eminent but: And I that fell by mine own strength, must rise By professed weakness; Buckets full sink down: Whilst empty ones danceith ' air, and cannot drown. Come (Lords) he out of's way can never range, Who is at furthest! worst ne'er finds ill change.
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Nay but my Lord, meane you to meet your death? Let's hast our flight, and trust more to our feet Then words, or hands — Why, so much of our bloud Is already spilt▪ as should the glittering Sunne Exhale it upward, 'twould obnubulate It's luster, else to fiery Meteors turne. Some councell (Lords) he that's amidst the Sea, When every curled wave doth threat his death Yet trusts upon the oares of his owne armes, And sometime the salt fome doth pitty him, A Wolfe, or Lyon, that hath fild his gorge With bloudy prey, at last will lye to sleepe, And the unnaturalst creatures not forget Their love to those whom they do know their own! My wife's his Daughter; sice we canot stand His ury longer▪ she shll sage his wrath. The boysterous Ocea wh no oppose, Growth's is lot, whe't hath no foes. Why then (my Lord) array your selfe in weeds▪ Of a Petitioner: take the Queene along, And your two children; they may move his eyes; For, desperate sores aske desperate remedies. Goe (Lords) goe: fetch some straight. O Heavens! O fortune they that leane on thy crackt wheele, And trust a Kingdomes power, and domineere In a wall'd Pallace, let them looke on me, And thee (Carmania) greater instances The world affords not to demonstrate The fraile estate of proudest Potentates, Of sturdiest Monarchies: high Pinacles Are still invaded with the prouder winds; They must endure the threats of every blast; The tops of Caucasus and Pindus shake, With every cracke of thunder; humble Vaults Are nere toucht with a bolt, ambiguous wings Hath all the state, that hovers over Kings. I, I, this vesture fits my miserie! This badge of poverty must now prevaile, Where all my Kingdomes power & strength doth faile, Why should not a propheticke soule attend On great mens persons, and forewarne their ils? Raging Bootes doth not so turmoile The Lybian ford, as Fortune doth great hearts. Betona and Erynnis scourge us on▪ Should wars and treasons cease, why our owne weight Would send us to the Earth; as spreading armes Make the huge trees in tempest for to split. For as the slaughter-man to pasture goes, And drags that Oxe home first, whose Bulke is greatest, The leane he still lets feed: disease takes hold On bodies that are pampered with best fare; So doth all ruine chuse the fairest markes: At which it bends, and strikes it full of shafts, Ambition made me now that eminent but: And I that fell by mine owne strength, mut rise By profest weaknesse; Buckets full sinke downe: Whilst empty ones danceith' ayr, and cannot drowne. Come (ords) he out o ▪s way can never range, Who is at fthest! worst nere finds ill change.