The Courageous Turk, or Amurath the First · chunk 30 of 30
Goffe, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [Feb 24] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 447 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Brother you must not now stand to upbraid; They which do fear the vulgars' murmuring tongue, Must also fear th'authority of a King; For rulers must esteem it happiness That with their government they can hate suppress: They with too faint a hand the Sceptres sway, Who regard love, or what the people say: To Kindred we must quite put off respect, When 'tis so near it may our Crown affect. Then name of Brother do I thus shake off, For 'tis in vain, their mercy to implore When impious Scatists have decreed before. Yet King although thou take my life away See how I'll die in better state than thou! Who like (my Father) after his greatest glory May fall by some base hand: The Minister To take my breath, shall be to thyself, a King. Yet give me leave a while▪ to Prophesy, You that so Puppetlike delude your hopes, And Miser-draw the ancestry from Kings, Thinking, that fates dare not approach your blood Till they do seize you, than you leave this Earth Not as you went, but by compulsion dragged; Still begging for a morrow from your Grave, And with such shifts you do deceive yourselves: As if you could deceive mortality, No (Brother King) nor all the Glow-worm state, Which makes thee be a Horseleech for thy blood, Not all the Parasites Minions thou maintains, Nor the restorative Dishes that are found out. Nor all thy shifts and tricks can cheat mortality, Or keep thee from a▪ death that's worse than mine. Should all this fail, age would profess itself A slow, but a sure Executioner. O 'tis a hard thing well to temperate Decaying happiness in great estate But this example by me may you gain: That at my death I not of Heaven complain pull then, and with my fall pull on thyself Mountains of burdenous honour which shall curse thee Death leads the willing by the hand But spurs them headlong on, that dares command. Take up this Trunk; and let us first appoint O Fathers and our Brothers Funerals, The senseless body of that caitiff slave, Hurl to a Ditch, Posterity shall hear Our less ill Chronicled, but time shall hear These minutes rather, then repeat their woe. Now Primacy, on thee i'll medio, Which who enjoy thee, are in blessed estate. Whose age in secure silence fleets away, Without disturbance to his funeral day; Nor ponderous nor unquiet honours can Vex him but dies a primate ancient man, What greater powers threaten inferior men A greater power threatens him again: And like to wasted Tapers Kings must spend Their lives to light up others: So all end.
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Brother you must not now stand to upbraid; They which doe feare the vulgars murmuring tongue, Must also feare th'authority of a King; For rulers mut esteeme it happinesse That with their government they can hate suppresse: They with too faint a hand the Scepters sway, Who regard love, or what the people say: To Kindred we must quite put off respect, When 'tis so neare it may our Crowne affect. Then name of Brother doe I thus shake off, For 'tis in vaine, their mercy to implore When impios Scatists have decreed before. Yet King although thou take my life away See how le dye in better state then thou! Who like (my Father) after his greatest glor May fall by some base hand: The Minister To take my breath, shall be to thy selfe, a King. Yet give me leave a while▪ to Prophesie, You that so Puppet-like delude your hopes, And Miser-draw th ancestry from Kings, Thinking, that fates dare not appoach your bloud Till they doe seize you, then you leave this Earth Not as you went, but by compulsion dragg'd; Still begging for a morrow from your Grave, And with such shifts you doe deceive your selves: As if you could deceive mortality, No (Brother King) nor all the Glow-worme state, Which makes thee be a Horse-leach for thy bloud, Not all the Parasites Minions thou maintaines▪ Nor the restorative Dishes that are found out. Nor all thy shifts ad trickes can cheat mortality, Or keepe thee from a▪ death that's worse then mine. Shoul all this faile, age would professe it selfe A slow, but a sure Executioner. O 'tis a hard thing well to temperate Decaying happinesse in great estate But this example by me may you gaine: That at my death I not of Heaven complaine Pll then, and with my fall pull on thy selfe Mountaines of burdenous honor which shall curse thee Death lades the willing by the hand But spurs them headlong on, that dares command. Take up this Trunke; and let us first appoin O Fathers and our Brothers Funerals, The sencelesse body of that Cafe slave, Hurle to a Ditch, Posterity shall heare Our lesse ill Chronicled, but time shall heare These minutes rather, then repeate their woe. Now Primacy, on thee ile medi, Which who enjoy thee, are in blest estate. Whose age in secure silence fleets away, Without disturbance to his funerall day; Nor ponderous nor unquiet honours can Vexe him but dyes a primate ancient man, What greater powers threaten inferiour men A greater power threatens him agen: And like to wasted Tapers Kigs must spend Their lives to light up others: So al end.