The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 25 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.80 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Who set the world on fire? How now (ye Heavens) Grow you so proud that you must needs put on curled locks; And clothe yourselves in Periwigs of fire? Mahomet (say not but I invoke thee now!) Command the puny-Christians demigod Put out those flashing sparks, those Ignes fatui, Or i'll unseate him, or with my Looks so shake The staggering props of his weak seated Throne, That he shall find he shall have more to do To quell one Amurath, than the whole Giant brood Of those same sons of Earth than ten Lycaon's! Do the poor snakes so love their misery That they would see it by these threatening lights? Dare ye blaze still? I'll toss up Buckets full Of Christians blood to quench you: by those hairs Drag you beneath the Centre: there put out All your praesaging flames in Phlegeton! Can you outbrave me with your piddling Lights? Yawn earth with Casements as wide as hell itself! Burn Heaven as ardent as the Lemnian flames! Wake (pale Tisiphone) spend all thy snakes! Be Aeacus, and Minos as severe As if the jail delivery of us all Were the next Sessions! I'll pull Radamant By his flaming furs from out his Iron Chair. Horror dismal cries, and yells Of these thy Grandsires thee foretells, Furies sent of thee to learn Crimes, which they could ne'er discern. Furies sent, etc. O Amurathl thy Father's come, To warn thee of a sudden doom, Which in Cassano's fields attends To bring thee to thy Hellish friends. Which in Cassanoes, etc. Megaera and Enyo both do stand, Trembling, lest when thou art damned Chief of Furies thou shouldst be, And they their snakes resign to thee. Chief of Furies, etc. Terror we a while will leave thee, Till Cocytus' Lake receive thee. Cerberus will quake for fear Where he a new Turk's fate shall hear. Cerberus' will, etc. Now who the Devil sent my Grandsires hither? Had Pluto no task else to set them too? He should have bound them to Ixion's wheel, Or bid them roll the stone of Sisyphus: Beshrew me, but their singing did not please me! Have they not been so drunk with Lethe yet As to forget me? Then can portend no ill For, should the fates be twining my last thread; Yet none durst come from Hell to tell me so! Shall I be scared with a Nightwalking Ghost; Or what my working fancy shall present? Why, I can look more terrible, than Night, And command darkness in the unwilling day: Make Hecate start: and draw back her head, To wrap it in a swarthy veil of Clouds. Drop sheets of Sulphur, you prodigious skies! Cyclops, run all thy Bullets into Ae, Then vomit them at once! should Christians Couch to the bottomless abyss of Styxe, Or hide themselves under Avernus' shade, This mine arm should fetch them out! Day must perform What I intent, wrath rains a bloody storm: And now begins rise the Sun, which yet not knows The misery it shall see on Amurath's Foes, Lords, Leaders, Captains:
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Who set the world on fire? How now (ye Heavens) Grow you so proud that you must needs put on curl'd lockes▪ And cloth your selves in Periigs of fire? Mahomet (say not but I invoke thee now!) Command the puny-Christians demi-God Put out those flashing sparkes, those Ignes , Or ile unseate him, or with my Lookes so shake The taggring props of his weake seated Throne, That he shall finde he shall have moe to doe To quell one Amurath, then the whole Gyant brood Of those same sonnes of Earth then ten Lycaons! Doe the poore snakes so love their misery That they would see it by these threatning lights? Dar ye blaze still? Ile tosse up Buckets full Of Christians bloud to quench you: by those haires Drag you beneath the Center: there put out All your praesaging flames in ! Can you outbrave me with your pidling Lights? Yawne earth with Casements as wide as hel it selfe▪ Burne Heaven as ardent as the Lemnian flames! Wake (pale Tysiphon) spend all thy snakes! Be Eacus, and Minos as severe As if the Gaole delivery of us all Were the next Sessions! Ile pull Radamant By his flaming furres from out his Iron Chaire. Horror dismall cryes, and yells Of these thy Grandsires thee fore-tells, Furies sent of thee to learne Crimes, which they could nere discerne. Furies sent, &c. O Amurathl thy Father's come, To warne thee of a suddaine doome, Which in Cassanoe's fields attends To bring thee to thy Hellish friends. Which in Cassanoes, &c. Megaera and Ennio both doe stand, Trembling, least when thou art damn'd Chiefe of Furies thou shouldst bee, And they their snakes resigne to thee. Chiefe of Furies, &c. Terror we a while will leave thee, Till Cocytus Lake receive thee. Cerberus will quake for feare Where he a new Turkes fate shall heare. Cerberus will, &c. Now who the Divell sent my Grandsires hither? Had Pluto no taske else to set them too? He should have bound them to Ixions wheele, Or bid them roule the stone of Sysiphus: Beshrew me, but their singing did not please me! Have they not beene so drunke with Lethe yet As to forget me? Then can portend no ill For, should the fates be twining my last threed; Yet none durst come from Hell to tell me so! Shall I be scar'd with a Night-walking Ghost; Or what my working fancy shall present? Why, I can looke more trrible, then Night, And command darknesse in the unwilling day: Make Hecate start: and draw backe her head, To wrap it in a swarthy vaile of Clouds. Drop sheets of Sulphure, you prodigious skyes! Cyclops, run all thy Bullets into Ae, Then vomit them at once! should Christians Couch to the bottomlesse abysse of , Or hide themselves under Avernaes shade, This mine arme should fetch them out! Day must performe What I intend, wrath raines a bloudy storme: And now 'gins rise the Sunne, which yet not knowes The misery it shall see on Amuraths Foes, Lords, Leaders, Captaines: