The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 28 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 472 words
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Yea? and while your witty furies shall invent For me, some never heard of punishment; I see a guard of Saints ready to take me hence. Take then fro flight, my new rewarded soul, And seat thee on the winged Seraphims, Hast to the Empyreum, where thy welcome Shall be an Hallelujah, anthemed forth By the Chorus of the Angel-hierarchy. Pierce with (swift plumes) the concave paths o'th' Moon Where the black air enlightened is with stars. Stay not to wonder (there) of wand'ring Signs At the inhorned Gemini, or Amphious Harp, At Arctos, or Boötes, or the Bear, (Which are to please wizard Astrologers) Soar higher with the pitch and then look down To laugh at the hard trifles of the world! Perchance some oft have known a better life, Never did none ere leave it more willingly. Fear your deaths (Gods) for I have lost my life, And what I most (complain) my tyranny! Soul to detain thee from thy wished rest Were but an envious part! arise, farewell: To stay thee to accuse or fate or man Would show I were unwilling yet to leave thee But dear companion hence: cut through the air: Let not the grossness of my Earth o'er-lime Thy speedy wings, fly without weight of crime. O now have I and Fortune tried it out. With all her best of favours was I crowned And suffered her worst threats, when most she frowned. Stay (Soulel) a King, a Turk, commands thee stay! Sure I am but an actor, and must strive To personate the Tragic ends of Kings. And so (to win applause unto the Scene) With feigned passion thus must grasp at death! O but I see pale Nemesis at hand: Art thou dull fate, and dost not overspread Gimmerion wings of death throughout the world; What? Not one Earthquake? One blazing Comet T'accompany my soul t'his Funeral? s not this houre the generall period To ne'er returning time? Last breath command A new Deucalion's deluge, that with me The world may swim to his Eternal Grave, Crack hinge that holds this globe, and welcome death, Wilt thou not stay Soul? Friend not stay with Kings? Sink then, and sink beneath the Thracian Mount. Sink beneath Athos, be the Brackish Waves Of Acheron thy Tomb, i'll want a Grave; So all parts fear, which first my Corpse shall have; For in my Grave, i'll be the Christians foe. Here like a Massy Pyramid i'll fall, I'll strive to sink all the whole fabric with me, Quake Pluto, for 'tis I that come A Turk, a Tyrant, and a Conqueror, And with this groan, like thunder will I cleave, The timorous earth, whilst thus my last I breath. O easy powers, to give's all at first, But in their loss they make us most accursed.
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Yea? and while your witty furies shall invent For me, some never heard of punishment; I see a guard of Saints ready to take me hence. Take then froe flight, my new rewarded soule, And seate thee on the winged Seraphims, Hast to the Empyreum, where thy welcome Shall be an Haleluia, anthem'd forth By the Chorus of the Angell-Hierarchy. Pierce with (swift plumes) the concave paths oth' Moone Where the black ayre enlightened is with starres. Stay not to wonder (there) of wandring Signes At the inhorn'd Gemin, or Amphs Harpe, At Arctos, or Bootes, or the Beare, (Which are to plse wizard Astrologers) Soare higher with the pitch and then looke downe To lagh at the hard trifles of the world! Perchance some oft have knowne a better life, Never did none ere leave it more willingly. Feare your deaths (Gods) for I have lost my life, And what I most (complaine) my tyranny! Soule to detaine thee from thy wished rest Were but an envious part arise, farewell: To stay thee to accuse or fate or man Would shew I were unwilling yet to leave thee But deare companion hence: cut through the ayre: Let not the grosensse of my Earth ore-lime Thy speedy wings, fly without weight of crime. O now have I and Fortune tryed it out. With all her best of favours was I crown'd And suffred her worst threats, whē most she frown'd. Stay (Soulel) a King, a Turke, commands thee stay! Sure am but an actor, and must strive To personate the Tragicke ends of Kings. And so (o winne applause unto the Scaene) With fained passion thus must graspe at death! O but I see pale Nemesis at hand: Art thou dull fate, and dost not overspread Gimmerion wings of death throughout the world; What? Not one Earthquake? One blazing Comet T'accompany my soule t'his Funerall? s not this houre the generall period To nere returning time? Last breath command A new Dewcalions deluge, that with me The world may swim to his Eternall Grave, Cracke hindge that holds this globe, and welcome death, Wilt thou not stay Soule? Friend not stay with Kings? Sinke thn, and sinke beneath the Thracian Mou. Sinke beneath Athos, be the Bsh Waves Of Acheron thy Tombe, ile want a Grave; So all parts feare, which first my Corps shall hav; For in my Grave, ile be the Christians foe. Here like a Massie Pyramide ile fall, Ile strive to sinke all the whole fabricke with me, Quake Pluto, for 'tis I that come A Turke, a Tyrant, and a Conquerour, And with this groane, like thunder will I cleave, The timerous earth, whilst thus my last I breath. O eafie powers, to give's all at first, But in their losse they make us most accurst.