The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 26 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 0.78 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Your Highness up so soon? He small rest takes, That dreams on nought but bloody broils and death. Your Grace seems much distempered: Beds of sweat Bedew your brows with never wont paleness. Why; see you not? The heavens are turned Court Ladies, And put on other Hair besides their own: Canst guess (learned Schahin) what these flames portend? My Lord, such things as these we men must And wonder at, and yet not search the reason, Perchance unwholesome fogs exhaled by th'sun Are set a blazing by his too near heat: But 'tis not lawful that a mortal eye: Should dare to penetrate Heaven's secrecy. Doth it not bode a Conquest? Yes, against the Christians: For, unto them it bends sinister looks, And frowns upon their army more than ours. So, so! come on, ere ' Phosphorus appear Let's to't, and so prevent that sluggard Sol! If we want light, we'll from our Winnards: Strike fire enough to scorch the Universe; Mine armour there! Now (Mahomet) I implore Thy promised aid for this auspicious day! Toss me aloft, and make me ride on Clouds! If my horse fail me, those fire breathing jades, (Which the boy Phaethon knew not how to guide) Will I pluck out from out the flaming team, And hurl myself against those condense Spheres, On which i'll sit, and stay their turning Orbs; The whole vertigious Circle shall stand still, But to behold me: So help on here, now like Alcides do I girt myself, With well knit sinews, able to stagger Earth, And threaten Nature with a second Chaos: If one impetuous broil remain to come In future ages, set on foot this hour! How well this weight of steel befits my strength? Me thinks the Gods stand quivering, and do fear (When I am armed) another Phiegrae's near! Chiron shall see his Pindus at my feet! And, i'll climb to Heaven, and pull it down, And kick the weighty burden of the world, From off the Babies shoulders that supports it! For I am safer Buckled against my foe. Then sturdy Iason who by the enchanted charms Medea gave, encountered Unicorns, Quelled Lions, struggeld with fiery belching Bulls: Obtained a glorious prize, a Fleece, a Fleece Dipped deep in tincture of the Christians blood. Shall be my spoil, nay should they hide their heads In their God's bosom, here's a sword shall reach them! Come they shall know no place is free from wrath, When boiling blood is stirred in Amurath. Here (mighty Prince) take view of Victory, And see the field too narrow for thy spoils! Erynnus hides her head as if afraid, To see a slaughter. She durst never hope for, Earth hath the Carcases, and denies them Graves, And lets them be and rot, and fat her womb, Scorning to be unto slaves a Tomb.
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Your Highnesse up so soone? He small rest takes, That dreames on nought but bloudy broyles and death. Your Grace seemes much distempered: Beds of sweat Bedew your browes with never wonted palenesse. Why; see you not? The heavens are turn'd Court Ladies, And put on other Haire besides their owne: Canst guesse (learn'd Schahin) what these flames portend? My Lord, such things as these we mut , And wonder at, and yet not search the reason, Perchance unwholsome fogs exhailed th'Sunne Are set a blazing by his too neere heate: But 'tis not lawfull that a mortall eye: Should dare to penetrate Heavens secrecy. Doth it not bode a Conquest? Yes, 'gainst the Christians: For, unto them it bends sinister lookes, And frownes upon their army more then ours. So, so! ome on, ere 'Phosphorus appeare Let's too't, and so prevent that sluggard Sol! If we want light, we'll from our Winnards▪ Strike fire enough to scorch the Vniverse▪ Mine armour there! Now (Mahomet) I implore Thy promist ayde for this auspitious day! Toe me aloft, and make me ride on Clouds! If my horse faile me, those fire breathing jades, (Which the boy Phaethon kew not how to guide) Will I plucke out from out the flaming teame, And hurle my selfe against those condense Spheares, On which ile sit, and stay their turning Orbes; The whole vertigious Circle shall stand still, But to behold me: So helpe on here, now like Alcides do I girt my selfe, With well knit sinewes, able to stagger Earth, And threaten Nature with a second Chaos: If one impetuous broyle remaine to come In future ages, set on foote this houre! How well this weight of steele befits my strength? Me thinks the Gods stand quivering, and doe feare (When I am arm'd) another Phegrae's neare! Chiron shall see his Pindus at my feet! And, ile climbe to Heaven, and pull it downe, And kicke the weighty brden of the world, From off the Babies shoulders that supports it! For I am safer Buckled 'gainst my foe. Then stdy Iason who by the inchanted charmes Medea gave, incountred Vnicornes, Queld Lyons, struggeld with fiery belching Buls: Obtain'd a glorious prize, a Fleece, a Fleece Dipt deepe in tincture of the Christians bloud. Shall be my spoyle, nay should they hide their heads In their Gods bosome, here's a sword shall reach thē Come they shall know no place is free from wrath, When boyling bloud is stirr'd in Amurath. Here (mighty Prin) take view of Victory, And see the field too narrow for thy spoyles! Erynnus hides her head as if afraid, To see a slaughter. She durst never hope for, Earth hath the Carkasses, and denies them Graves, And lets them be and rot, and fat her wombe, Scorning to be unto slaves a Tombe.