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A85334	Three excellent tragœdies. Viz. The raging Turk, or, Bajazet the Second. The courageous Turk, or, Amurath the First. And The tragoedie of Orestes· / Written, by Tho. Goff, Master of Arts, and student of Christ-Church in Oxford; and acted by the students of the same house.	Goffe, Thomas, 1591-1629.; Meighen, Richard, fl. 1656.	1656 (1656)	Wing G1006; Thomason E1591_2; ESTC R202218	132,941	272

What stranger 's this my blessed Genius haunts me Isaack I take thee in with open love What speaks thy Presence Isa Good newes to Selymus Sely. From whom Isa From Bajazet Sely. 'T is strange if good Isa And full as good as strange March quickly hence I 'le tell you as we walk if constant Chance smile on our project e're this Sun go down we may salute you with a glorious Crown Sely. I follow even to death Grand Mars to thee I 'le build an Altar if thou prosper me Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 4. Enter Achomates and Souldiers Acho. Revenge my black impiety each brow seemes with a scornful laughter to deride those empty Menaces of Bajazet And Bajazet is not our Father now sith he hath wrong'd the duty of a Son but a scorn'd Enemy whose prostrate soul shall make a step by which I will ascend up to the radiant throne of heavenly State if you but lend your help and free consent Souldiers Lead us along the mysty banks of hell through Seas of danger and the house of death we are resolv'd to follow one by one to second each step of Achomates Acho. This resolution is as great as just continue it brave spirits he 's a slave that having sinn'd dares not defend his sin The world shall know I dare For though our cause be wrong yet wee 'l make good the breach of laws Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 5. Enter Bajazet and Corcutus Cor. Would I had slept with Trizham and that hand that strangled Mahomet had stopt my breath rather then live to see my selfe thus wrong'd Baja. Despaire not sweet Corcutus what I promis'd I 'le keep most true and here again I vow when I am dead this honour to thy brow I have call'd home that rebel Selymus only to tame a Traytor And that done we have no other heire no other son beside Corcutus to whose free command we do bequeath the duty of this land Enter Mesithes and Mustapha Is Isaack not return'd Mesi My Liege he is Musta And Selymus with him Baja. Let them approach Enter Selymus and Isaack as they enter speak Isa Let your high spirit shrink below it self in a dissembled shew of penitence Sely. Tush I can bow as if my joynts were oyld and tumble at his feet Isa Practise your skill Selymus fals at Bajazets feet Baj● Lesse shew and more good meaning Selymus Arise these crouching feates give slender proofes of inward loyalty Sely. Right noble Father mine expedition to avenge your cause upon the head of proud Achomates be my just trial Baja. Hast then May thy arm by breathless treason raise up a full joy and turn that monster back unto the earth from whence it leapt A most prodigious birth Sely. We flie to the performance who both dare and will correct his boldnesse now we tread the path to honour and methinks I heare the peoples Vivat Eccho in mine eare Exit Selymus with the Bassaes Baja. New insolence The Bassaes slipt away How the obsequious villaines honour him as if he were their Godhead Cherseogles I suspect some plotted mischief else they durst not leave your person thus unguarded Baja. Plot and hang. We weigh not all their treasons at a straw one must not rule too long 't is subjects law Exeunt Passe over the stage Bassaes and Souldiers carrying Selymus aloft and crying out Long live Selymus Vivat Selymus Magnificent Emperor of the Turks Exeunt Enter Bajazet and Cherseogles Baja. Hell and the furies vex their damned souls What people Ha! what Nation is' t we live in Is' t our State and Monarchy Good gods two Emperors at once Live Selymus Can slavish vassals thus supplant their Prince What 's this enshrines my head a type for fooles to flear at a divided ornament Faile not my sense and courage let me live to finde my self again Vize-roy of Greece didst thou not see a Bajazet withdraw and vanish hence tell thou most faithful man what is become of that forgetful name or who hath stole it from me Selymus Oh that damn'd viliaine with his treacherous plot hath rob'd me of that glory Death of sense I have a soul of Adamant or Steel else had that hated noise reft it in twain Enter Mesithes What art thou or whence com'st thou Mesi From a Prince Ba. Yet I believe thee Mesi From thine enemy Ba. Yet I believe thee Mesith From the Emperour Baja. And I beleeve thee still yet slave thou liest these p●rts must know no Emperour but me unlesse base usurpation hath stept up unto my chaire of honour Right 't is so 't is so indeed Wel then what wil your Emperour Mesi That by my hand you yeeld him up his crown Baja Traytor his crown so now I am resolv'd I have forgone my selfe else had this hand tore out thy spottedheart and that one word of yeelding had been cause enough to spoyle thee and thy generation Heartlesse slave why sneak'st thou from our presence stay behold here commend this gorgeous ornament these trappings to thy Emperour as full bestead with curses as my heart with woes that it my clogge his eares and vex his head with daily terrours Hence thy prince is sped Exit Mesithes Vize-roy of Greece to thee our last farewell thou worthiest truest best deserving man that ever made us happy if thy faith respect me not my fortune do this charge fly to Achomates and rather aide him then this faithlesse Bastard Selymus the scandall of our race the mark for heaven to shoot revenge But all in vaine I strive to word away my inward paine Cherseo Nor this nor that I 'le favour may I speed Bajazet shall live to see both bleed Exit Baja. Maske up thy brighthesse Phoebus lovely night hurle thy thick mantle over all the heavens let this black day for ever 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 unreveng'd Enter Selymus and Bassaes But stand we who comes here a face of brasse else would it blush now thou Saturnine Jove thou God of great men thunder that the world drench'd all in sin may shake and feare that noise that horrid scourge of villanies Sely. Father Baja. Slave avaunt I feele a strong Antipathy t'wixt thee and me thy sight makes my dead heart distill fresh drops of blood and work new smart Exit Sely. What furious Bajazet and raging hot I hugge the amorous pleasure that I feel creep through my joynts Observe our Father Exeunt Bassaes else by some wilfull murder hee 'le prevent my purpos'd project I 'de not lose the guilt of his destruction for a crown heaven knows I love him better then to let him digge himself a grave whilst I may take the paines Now mount my soul and let my soaring plumes brush the smooth surface of the Azure skie Crown in his hand With this I charme obeysance from the world thou golden counterfeit of

top there should one spreading branch grow up and flourish Aegyst Now thou art thy self yes yes my love there shall one spring from us shall be a lofty Pine let this be cropt murder must murder guard guilt add to guilt after one drop whole streams of blood be spilt walks away Scen. 3. Enter Pylades Orestes Electra Strophius Pyl. Dear friend what mean you to o'rwhelm your self in such a sea of grief Orest Father deare Agamemnon Pyl. Nay cease this tempest thou hast lost a father why 't is but change my father shall be thine I 'll be thy brother nay I 'll be thy selfe weep when thou weep'st and where thou go'st I 'll goe and bring thee on thy pilgrimage of woe Elect. Brother look up have not I lost a father yes yes and would a river of fresh teares turne Lethes stream and bring him from the wharf with a North gale of windy blowing sighs I would expire my soul become all teares Stro. Come you have lost a father I a brother the Queen a Husband all the Land a King yet all this but a man therefore must dye Our woes may all be in one balance poys'd His book of life the Fates had over-read and turn'd the leafe where his last period stood Now an immortal wreath circles his brow and makes him King in heaven who was before at most a God on earth Hence difference springs Kings are earths Gods and Gods are heavenly Kings Orest Let us joyne words then now and Swan-like sing the doleful dirge to a departed King Thou friend didst of this misery divine therefore the burthen of the song is mine words Orators for woe which plead the cause when griefe 's the judge and sighs are all the laws each one a sob for Diapason beares our tunes shall drown the musick of the spheares O what Hirudo with unsatiate thirst could draw the blood from out those Princely veines from whence flow'd comfort to so many souls Spies his mother goes to her Mother when wept you last here take a scarf dry your eyes now by you need none what shine of comfort hath dry'd up your teares Clyt. Our son 's too sawcie with his mother Queen Why Sir shall you tell us a time to weep Orest Us good Who is' t makes the plurality 'T was wont to be my father does he live Clyt. Sir curb this lavish speech or I 'll forget you are my son and make you but a subject Aegyst Good Cousin add not disobedience unto your mothers griefs Orest My mother no she is not here no she hath hid her self in some odd nooke or angle unperceiv'd she might not see this impious stygian world Cly. Aegystus canst thou still suffer thy dull sword i' th sheath Take the rank head from this o'r-growing weed Stro. Remember Clytemnestra he 's your son Clyt. He is so and I 'll learn him to be so Had I a brazen bull it should be heat hotter then for the Tyrant Disobedient More harsh then Adders hisses is thy voyce Sir you shall dye but with a living death he still shall live but live to know he dies who strait threats death knows not to Tyranize Exeunt Aegystheus Clytemnestra Stro. What temper 's grown on the distracted Queen Hath grief conceiv'd for her late husbands death brought her so far she hath forgot her self Orest No Uncle no by I do suspect O my prophetick soul divines much ill Well I will flie But hear this stratagem it shall be rumor'd i' th eare of the Court I was found dead I 'll put a new shape on and live alone to heare how things go here Pyl. Nay not alone Orestes whilst I live shouldst make thy bed upon the rigid Alps or frozen Caucasus wrapt in sheets of snow I 'd freeze unto thy side we will tell tales of Trojan warriers and deposed Kings Tell of strange shipwrack of old Priams fall how mad Andromacha did teare her hayre when the wild horses tore brave Hectors limbs Wee 'l think they all do come and weep with us grief loves companions and it helpeth woe when it heares every one groane forth his Oh! it easeth much and our plaints fall more sweet when a whole consort in one tune do meet The half-dead ship-man which hath shipwrack borne seeing many drown'd it makes him lesse to mourn It made Deucalion care the lesse to die when he had all the world in company Thus we will sit and our teares turnes shall keep thou for thy father I for thee will weep If actors on the Stage having no cause but for to win an hearers hands applause can let fall teares wee 'l think we Actors be and only do but play griefs Tragedie Orest O but deare friend should we but act a part the play being ended passion left the heart and we should share of joy but my whole age must never move from off this woful Stage But we must take our leave Uncle farwel remember what I spake and Sister you must tarry here my thoughts shall busied be to finde the man that let my father blood Can I but finde Aegystheus did consent to spill one drop O I would pierce his heart with venom'd daggers and so butcher him that all Apollos skill in physicke hearbs nor Aesculapius th' Epidaurian God should keepe his soule out of Enio's hand Come my deare friend to all the rest farewell If heaven relate it not I 'll know 't from hell Exeunt Pylades Orestes Scena 4. Enter Aegysteus Clytemnestra Mysander Strophius Electra another way Aegyst What is Orestes fled sure there 's some plot if you deare Queen but search Electra well you 'll finde she knowes whither her brothers gone Clyt. If in her heart there be but lodg'd a thought unknown to mee this hand shall rip her brest and search her inparts but I 'll finde it out Mysander call Electra Aegist O were that moat tane from our comforts beams no cloud e'r then could overshade our joyes his life must be cut off without delay mischiefe by mischiefe findes the safest way But here 's Electra Cly. Why how now Minion what a blubbering still Huswife pray where 's your brother wher 's my sonne Elect. Mother pray where 's my father wher 's your husband Enter Stropheus and speaks Haile to my my gracious Queene here 's one at doore brings you a message hee will not relate to any but your selfe he saies t is sad Clyt. Why the more dismal the more welcome ' t is But as for you Elect. Good mother do your worst no plague can ever make me more accurst nothing is worse then death that I 'll not flie Clyt. Yes life is worse to those that faine would die But where 's the messenger Scena 5. Enter Nuncius What whirlwinde rising from the womb of earth doth raise huge Pelion unto Ossa's top that both being heapt I stand upon them both and with an hundred Stentor-drowning voice relate unto the world the saddest tale that ever burdned