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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01839	The raging Turke, or, Baiazet the Second A tragedie vvritten by Thomas Goffe, Master of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford, and acted by the students of the same house.	Goffe, Thomas, 1591-1629.	1631 (1631)	STC 11980; ESTC S103199	56,804	114

quickly hence I 'le tell you as we walke if constant Chance Smile on our project e're this Sunne goe downe We may salute you with a glorious Crowne Selym. I follow euen to death Grand M●rs to thee I 'le build an Altar if thou prosper me Exeunt Actus quinti Scena quarta Enter Achomates and So●ldiers Achom. Revenge my black impiety each brow Seemes with a scornfull laughter to deride Those empty Menaces of 〈◊〉 And Baiazet is not our Father now Sith he hath wrong'd the duty of a Sonne But a scorn'd Enemy whose prostrate soule Shall make a step by which I will ascend Vp to the heauenly throne of heauenly state If you but lend your helpe and free consent Souldiers Leade vs along the misty bankes of hell Through Seas of danger and the house of death We are resolu'd to follow and by one To second each step of Achomates Achom. This resolution is as great as iust Continue it braue spirits he 's a slaue That hauing sinn'd dares not defend his sinne The world shall know I dare For though our cause Be wrong yet we 'le make good the breach of lawes 〈◊〉 Actus quinti Scena quinta Enter Baiazet and Corcutus Corcut. Would I had slept with Trizham and that hand That strangled Mahomet had stopt my breath Rather then liue to see my selfe thus wrong'd Baia. Despaire not sweet Corcutus what I promis'd I 'le keepe most true and here againe I vow When I am dead this honour to thy brow I haue call'd home that rebell Selymus Onely to tame a Traytor And that done We haue no other heire no other sonne Beside Corcutus to whose free command VVe doe bequeath the duty of this land Enter Mesithes and Mustapha Is Isaack not return'd Mesith. My Liege he is Mustaph. And Sely●●s with him Enter Selymus and Isaack as they enter speake Baia. Let them approach Isa. Let your high sp●rit shrink below it selfe In a diss●mbled she● of penitence Selym. Tush I can bow as if my ioynts were old And tumble at his feet Isaack Practise your skill Selymus falls at Bajazets feet Baiaz Lesse shew and more good meaning Selymus Arise these crouching feates giue slender proofes Of inward loyalty Selym. Right noble Father Mine expedition to auenge your cause Vpon the head of proud Achomates Be my iust triall Baia. Hast then May thy arme By breathlesse treason raise vp a full ioy And turne that monster back vnto the earth From whence it leapt a most prodigious birth Selym. VVe flie to the performance who both dare And will correct his boldnesse now we tread The path to honour and me thinkes I heare The peoples Viua ● Eccho in mine eare Exit Selymus with the Bassaes. Baia. New insolence The Bassaes slipt away How the obsequious villaines As if he were their Godhead Cherseo. I suspect Some plotted mischiefe else they durst not leaue Your person thus vnguarded Baia. Plot and hang. We weigh not all their treasons at a straw One must not rule too long 't is subiects law Exeunt P●●sse ouer the stage Bassaes and Souldi●rs carrying Selymus aloft and crying out Long liue S●lymus Viuat Selymus Magnificent Emperour of the Turkes Exeunt Enter Bajazet and Cherseogles Baia. Hell and the furies vex their damned soules What people Hah what Nation is 't we liue in Is 't our State and Monarchy good gods Two Emperours at once Liue Selymus Can slauish vassailes thus supplant their Prince What 's this enshrines my head a type for fooles To fleare at a diuided ornament Faile not my sense and courage let me liue To finde my selfe againe Vize-roy of Greece Didst thou not see a Baiazet withdraw And vanish hence tell thou most faithfull man What is become of that forgetfull name Or who hath stole it from me Selymus Oh that damn'd villaine with his treacherous plot Hath rob'd me of that glory Death a sense If t' haue a soule of Adamant or Steele Else had that hated n●ise reft it in twaine What are thou or whence com'st thou Enter Me●ithes Mesith. From a Prince Baia. Yet I beleeue thee Mesith. From thine enemie Baia. Yet I beleeue thee Mesith. From the Emperour Baiaz. And I beleeue thee still yet slaue thou liest These parts must know no Emperour but me Vnle●se base vsurpation hath stept-vp Vnto my chaire of honour Right 't is so 'T is so indeede Well then what will your Emperour Mesith. That by my hand you yeeld him vp his crowne Baiaz. Traytor his crowne so now I am resolu'd I haue forgone my selfe else had this hand Tore out thy spotted heart and that one word Of yeelding had beene cause enough to spoyle Thee and thy generation Heartlesse slaue Why sneak'st thou from our presence stay behold Here I commend this gorgeous ornament These trappings to thy Emperour as full Bestead with curses as my heart with woes That it may clogge his eares and vex his head With daily terrours Hence thy Prince is sped Exit Mesith. Vize-roy of Greece to thee our last farewell Thou worthiest truest best deseruing man That euer made vs happy if thy faith Respect me not my fortune Doe this charge Fly to Achomates and rather ayde Him then this faithlesse Bastard Selymus The scandall of our race the marke for heauen To shoote reuenge But all in vaine I striue to word away my inward paine Cherseo. Nor this nor that I 'le fauour may I 〈◊〉 Baiaz●t shall liue to see both bleed Exit Baia. Maske vp thy brightnesse Phabus louely night Hurle thy thick mantle ouer all the heauens Let this black day for euer be forgot In the eternall registers of time Which of you sacred powers are not asham'd To see a Prince so sinfully abus'd By his owne issue and vnreueng'd E●ter Selymus and B●ssa●s But stand we who comes here a face of brasse Else would it blush now thou Saturnine Ioue Thou God of great men thunder that the world Drench'd all in sinne may shake and feare the noyse That horrid scourge of villanies Selym. Father Baia. Slaue Auaunt ● feele a strong Antipathy T'wixt thee and me thy sight makes my dead heart Distill fresh drops of bloud and worke new smart Exit Selym. What furious Baiaz●t and raging hot I hugge the amorous pleasure that I feele Creepe through ●y ioynts obserue our Father Exeunt Bessaes Else by some wilfull murder hee 'le preuent My purpos'd proiect I 'de not loose the guilt Of his destruction for a crowne heauen knowes I loue him better then to let him digge Himselfe a graue whilst I may take the paines Now mount my soule and let my soaring plumes Brush the smooth surface of the Azure skie Crowne in his hand With this I charme obeyfance from the world Thou golden counterfeit of all the heauens See how the shining starres in car●l●sse ranks Grace the composure and the beauteous Moone Holds her irregular motion at the height Of the foure poles this is a compleat heauen And thus I weare