The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 22 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 498 words
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Our hate must not part thus, I'll tell thee (Prince) That thou hast kindled violent Aetna in our breast, And such a flame is quenched with nought but blood: His blood whose hasty and rebellious blast, Gave life unto the fire; should Heaven threat us; Knows we dare not menace it; are we not Amurath? (Whose awful name is even trembled at) So often dared by Pigmy Christians; Which we will crush to air; what haughty thought Buzzed thy praesumptuous ears with such vain blasts, To puff thee into such impetuous acts? Or what, durst prompt thee with a thought so frail, As made thee covetous of so brave a death? As this known hand should cause it? know that throat Shall feel it strangled with some slave brought up To nought but an Hangman: thy last breath, Torn from thee by a hand that's worse than death Why then, I'll (like the Roman Pompey) hide My dying sight, scorning Imperious looks Should grace so base a stroke with sad aspect; Thus will I muffle up and choke my groans, Lest a grieved tear should quite put out the name, Of lasting courage in Carmania's fame. What? still stiff necked? Is this the truce you beg? sprinkled before thy face those Rebell Brats, Shall have their brains, and their dissected limbes, Hurled for a prey to Kites; for (Lords) 'tis fit No spark of such a Mountain threatening fire, Be left as unextinct, lest it devour, And prove more hot unto the Turkish Empery, Then the Promithean blaze did trouble Iove! First sacrifice those Brats— (Dear father) let thy fury rush on me! Within these entrailes sheathe thine unsatiate sword, And let this ominous, and too fruitful womb, Be torn in sunder? For from thence those Babes, took all their crimes; error made them guilty, 'Twas Nature's fault, not theirs; O if affection Can work then; now show a true Father's Love, If not, appease those murdering thoughts with me: For as Iocasta pleaded with her sons For their dear Father, so to a Father I For my dear Babes and husband; husband, father, Which shall I first embrace? Victorious father, Be blunt those now sharp thoughtsllay down those threats, unclasp that impious Helmet! fix to earth That monumental Sphere look on thy child With pardoning looks, not with a Warrior's eye: Else shall my breast cover my husband's breast, And serve as Buckler to receive thy wounds, Why dost thou doubt? Fearest thou thy Daughter's faith? I fear, for after Daughter's perjury All Laws of Natures shall distasteful be; Nor will I trust thy children or thyself. No Father 'tis I, fear you him, he you, I both, but for you both, for both you war; So that 'tis best with him that's overcome. O let me kiss (kind father) first the Earth On which you tread, then kiss mine husband's cheek. Great King embrace these Babes! you are the stock On which these Grafts were planted—
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Our hate must not part thus, Ile tell thee (Prince) That thou hast kindled violent Aetna in our brest, And such a flame is quencht with nought but blood: His bloud whose hasty and rebellious blast, Gave life unto the fire; should Heaven threat us; Knowes we dare not menace it; are we not Amurat? (Whose awfull name is even trembled at) So often dar'd by Pigmy Christians; Which we will crush to ayre; what haughty thought Buzz'd thy praesumptuous eares with such vain blasts, To puffe thee into such impetuous acts? Or what, durst prompt thee with a thought so fraile, As made thee covetous of so brave a death? As this known hand should cause it? know that throat Shall feele it strangled with some slave brought up To noght but an Hangman: thy last breath, Torne from thee by a hand that's worse than death Why then, Ile (like the Roman Pompey) hide My dying sight, scorning Imperious lookes Should grace so base a stroake with sad aspect; Thus will I muffle up and choake my groanes, Least a griev'd teare should quite put out the name, Of lasting courage in Carmanias fame. What? still stie necked? Is this the true you bg? prinkled before thy face those Rebll Brats, Shall have their braines, and their dissected limes, Hurld for a prey to Kites; for (Lords) 'tis fit No sparke of such a Mountaine threatning fire, Be left as unextinct, least it devoure, And prove more hot unto the Emperie, Then the blaze did trouble Iov! First sacrifice those Brats — (Deare father) let thy fury rush on me! Within these entrailes sheath thine unsatiate sword, And let this ominous, and too fruitfull wombe, Be torne in sunder? For from thence those Babes, Tooke all their crimes; error made them guilty, 'Twas Natures fault, not theirs; O if affection Can worke then; now shew a true Fathers Love, If not, appease those murdering thoughts with me▪ For as pleaded with her sonnes For their deare Father, so to a Father I For my deare Babes and husband; husband, father▪ Which shall I first embrace? Victorious father, Be blt those now sharpe thoughtsllay downe those threats, Vnlaspe that impious Helmet! fixe to earth That monumentall Spheare looke on thy child With pardoning lookes, not with a Warriers eye: Else shall my brest cover my husbands brest, And serve as Buckler to receive thy wounds, Why dost thou doubt? Fearest thou thy Daughters faith? I feare, for after Daughters perjurie All Lawes of Natures shall ditastfull be; Nor will I trust thy children or thy selfe. No Father 'tis I, feare you him, he you, I both, but for you both, for both you warre; So that 'tis best with him that's overcome. O let me kisse (kind father) first the Earth On which you tread, then kisse mine husbands cheeke. Great King embrace these Babes! you are the stocke On which these Grafts were planted —