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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

these duller eyes Then shall they sending downe a powerfull floud Rence thy colde members from each drop of bloud And so returne thee back that thou may'st soare Vp to the skies much purer then before Had the iust course of nature wrought thee hence I would haue made the gods know their offence And backe restore thy soule but thou art dead And 't was a fiercer hand that clipt thy thread Fiercer and bolder which did euer thriue By mischiefe and once coffinde thee aliue Vp in deaths mantle but then would not vse Such open violence nor durst abuse One of such sacred worth till fury st●uck His reason dead and made his treacherous hand Creepingly stab thee both vnseene and foule As if he would haue ●tolne away thy soule Enter Isaack But oh Isaack But of indeede Caigub. Why what Isaack As bad A stroke attends thee as thy Father had Princes suspition is a flame of fire Exhal'd first from our manners and by desire Of rule is nourish'd fed and rores about Till the whole matter dye and then goes out Caigub. Vnfold a Scene of murders Fates worke on Wee 'le make a path to Heauen and being gone Downe from the lofty towers of the skies Throw thunder at the Tyrant will he presse The earth with waight of slaught'red carcasses Let him grow vp in mischiefe still shall her wombe Gaping reserue for him an empty tombe We doe but tread his path and Bassa since It stands vpon thee now to cure thy Prince Of his distemper'd lunacie goe fetch The instrument of death whilst I a wretch Expect thy sad returne Isaack I goe and could It stand with mine alleageance sure I should Imploy my seruice to a better end Then to disrobe the Court of such a friend Exit Caigub. He that is iudg'd downe from a steepy hill To drop vnto his death and trembling still Expects one thence to push him such a slaue Doth not deserue to liue nor 's worth a graue Then Lachisi● thou that deuid'st the threed Of breath since this dayes Sun must see me dead Thus I 'le preuent thy paine thus I 'le out-runne My Fate and in this stroke thy worke is done Stabs 〈◊〉 Eternall mouer thou that whirl'st about The skies ●n circular motion heare me out What I command see that without controule Thou make Heauen cleare to entertaine my soule And let the nimble spirits of the ayre Print me a passage hence vp to thy chaire There will I sit and from the Azure sky Laugh at obsequious base mortality Vanish my soule enioy embrace thy Fate Stabs himselfe dyes Enter Isaack with executioners Isaack We are preuented see the fates command False deedes must dye though by the Actors hand Returne to Baiazet and beare that corpes Exeunt So now I am alone nor need I feare To breath my thoughts out to the silent ayre My conscience will not heare me that being deafe I may ioy freely first thy hated breath Achmetes vanisht next Caigub●● fell Thus we clime Thrones whilst they drop downe to hell The glorious eye of the all-seeing sunne Shall not behold when all our plots are done A greater Prince then Selymus 't is hee Must share with Ioue an equall Maiesty But for my selfe his Enginer I 'le stand Aboue mortality and with a hand Of power dash all beneath me into dust If they but crosse the current of my lust What I but speake 't is Oracle and Law Thus I will rule and keepe the world in awe Selym. Noble assistant Enter Selymus M●sithes Mustapha Asmehemedes Isaack Happy Selymus Selym. 'T is thou must make me so for should I stay Wayting my Fathers pleasure I might stand Gazing with enuie at my Brothers pride My selfe lying prostrate euen beneath their feete Townes Cities Countries and what ere so euer Can giue high thoughts content are freely theirs I onely like a spend thrift of my yeares Idle my time away as if some god Had raz'd my name out of the roule of Kings Which if he haue then Isaack be thy hand As great as his to print it in againe Though Baiazet say nay Isaack No more I will An Empire be our hopes that to obtaine Wee 'le watch plot fight sweat and be colde againe 〈◊〉 Actus Tertii Scena Quarta Enter Zemes and Alexander Bishop of Rome Bishop Cannot my words add solace to your thoughts Oh! you are gulft too deepe in a desire Of soueraigne pompe and your high thoughts aspire All the vnshadowed plainen●sse of my life Doth but contract thick wrinckles of mislike In your Majestick brow and you distast Morall receipts which I haue ministred To coole Ambitions Feauer Zemes. Pardon Sir Your Holinesse mistakes my malady Another sicknesse grates my tender breast And I am ill at heart alas I stand An abject now as well in Natures eye As erst I did in Fortunes is my health Fled with mine honour and the common rest Of man growne stranger to me in my griefe Some vnknowne cause hath bred through all my bloud A colder operation then the juice Of Hemlock can produce O wretched man Looke downe propitious Godheads on my woes Ph●●bus infuse into me the sweet breath Of cheerefull health or else infectious death If there an Angell be whom I haue crost In my tormented boldnesse and these griefes Are expiatory punishments of sinne Now now repentance strike quite through my heart Enough of paines enough of bitter smart Haue tyed me to 't I haue already bin Bolted from ioy content can enter in Not at the open passage of my heart I neither heare nor see nor feele nor touch With pleasure my vexation is so much My graue can onely quit me of annoy That preuents mischiefe which can bring no ioy Exit Bish. Now I could curse what mine owne hand hath done And wish that he would vomit out the draught Of direfull poyson which infects his bloud Ambitious fire why 't is as cleane extinct As if his heart were set beneath his feet Griefe hath boil'd out the humours of vaine pride And he was meere contrition What 's the newes Enter a Messenger Messen. Zemes as now he left you pale and wan Dragging his weake legges after him did fall Dead on the stony pauement of the Hall Not by vnhappy chance but as he walkt Fold●ng his armes vp in a pensiue knot And rayling at his Fate as if he staged The wounded Priam or some falling King So he oft lifting vp his closing eye Sunke faintly downe groan'd out I dye I dye Bish It grieues my soule let Baiazet know this Could our owne shortned life but lengthen his By often sighes I would transfuse my breath Into his breast and call him back from death Exit Actus Tert●i Scena Quinta Enter Selymus Mesithes Mustapha Selym. Let not my absence steale away my loue Or locall distance weaken the respect Which you haue euer borne me I must fly To shake the yoake of bondage from my necke My Fathers eyes shall not scan out my

'de a searcht the depth Of his vnhallowed bosome and turne out His heart the prophane seate of sawcy pride Slaine an Ambassador no lesse 't is done And ' ●was a noble slaughter I conceiue A joy ineffable to see my sword Bath'd in a blood so rare so pr●cious As an Ambassadour s must we be tolde Of times delayes and opportunities That the basesoldier hath gaine-sayd our blisse Thought Baiazet his son so cold so dull So ●nnocently blockish as to heare An Embassie most harsh and grossely bad The people to deny me we contemne With strange defiance Baiazet and them Actus Quinti Scena Secunda Enter 〈◊〉 Mesithes Mustapha M●sith Mischiefe on mischiefe all our hopes are dead Slaine in the haplesse fall of Selymus Mustapha I thinke the deuills fought for Baiazet And all the infernall haggs how could he else With a confused army and halfe slaine Breake the well-ordered rancks of a strong foe Mesith. And vnexpected to now Isaacke what Sadly repenting for thy last misdeeds Plots and conspiracies against thy Prince Faith we must hang together Isaacke Good Mes●thes 'T is nothing so they say 〈◊〉 Disdaining to be mockt out of his hopes And most desired possession of the Crowne Ha's in contempt of Baiazet and all Slaine the Ambassador and vowes revenge On euery guilty agent in his wrong Mustaph. I lookt for that and therefore first shranke back VVhen Baiazet made choyce of one to send On such a thankelesse errand as that was Mesith. Grant the report be true what 's that to vs Isaack Fame in mine eare nere blab'd a sweeter tale This shall redeeme our low dejected hopes To their full height no more be it my charge To chase out the event what 's this comes here Mustaph. Vpon my life the body of the slaine Ambassador Enter the Ambassadors followers with the dead body Mesith. 'T is so Isaacke VVe greet you friends And your sad spectacle Followers T is sad enough To banish peace and patience from each breast That owes true loyalty to Baiazet Isaacke And so it shall lay downe the iniur'd corps Achomates ha's wrong'd his Fathers loue To grosly in the murder euen of him That bore his sacred person and should stand Inviolably honor'd by the law Of men and nations But here comes Baiazet Enter Baiazet and Cherseogles Baia. A tragicke spectacle whose trunke is this Follow The body of your slaine Ambassador Baia. Slaine by what cursed violence what slaue Durst touch the man that represented me Follow Achomates Baia. Achomotes Follow The same Highly displeas'd with the vnexpected newes Of a deniall from the peoples mouth His reason slipt in fury and contempt Hath thus abus'd your gracious Majesty Withall he threatned to maintaine this sinne With force of armes and so resolu'd to winne Your Crowne without such tarriance Baia. Oh! no more I am vnfortunate in all my blood Hath he thus guerdon'd my faire promises My dayly sweat and care to further him And fix him in the paradise of joy Nations cry out for vengeance of this fact I 'le scourge this blacke impiety to hell Muster our forces to the vtmost man Once more I 'le bury this my aged corps In steely armour and my coloured crest Like a bright starre shall sparkle out reuenge Before the rebels faint amazed eyes Loose not a minute Bassaes hence be gone Muster our men stay not that from the tide Of our fierce wrath no drop may ●bbe away By causelesse lingering Musta. Whom speake you Generall Baia. Whom but my selfe whom doth the cause concerne More neerely then my selfe Isaak● My honored Liedge Beare your best care about you 't is a time Of double danger but remoue the one The other straight cald forward Sely●●s Great in the fauour of Tartaria's King Is man'd afresh with souldiers his assault Threatnes as much as fierce 〈◊〉 And must be borne off with your ablest forces Then if you leaue the Citie to subdue One of these two expect e're you returne Tother possest and seated on your throne Baia. Distraction rends my soule what shall I do Isaack Force out one nayle with tother of these two Chuse him you most affect and best dare trust Allure him fairely home winke at his crimes And then create him you● high Generall To leade against his brother since your selfe Cannot at once oppresse two foes so stout Trie if one heate can driue another out B●i● Isaack we like thy counsell but of these Which can we pardon either so deboyst So guiltie of rebellion so 〈◊〉 From pious loyalty that my soule euen both With bitter hatred equally may loath Isaack First weigh their f●ults the one a brain-sick youth Endeauor'd to supplant your Majestie The other in defiance and contempt Of God and man prophan'd the holy rights Of an Ambassador Mesi. For which dire fact Should it slip vp vnpunished the name The fearefull name of 〈◊〉 would pro●e The subiect of each libell and the scoffe Of petty Princes Baia. Enough we haue decreed Achomates shall quake beneath the stroke Of our fierce anger Isaack speed away To Selymus he shall con●ront the slaue The best of two so bad goe stay yet goe 'T is hard when we begge succour of a foe Begge stay againe first will I drop before The sword of proud Achomates goe tell him Vpon his low submission we will daigne To make him Champion to his soueraigne Enter Co●cutus to his Father Exit Isaack My deare Corcutus welcome Corcu. Royall Father 〈◊〉 Baia. Arise thou onely solace of mine age It was a night of harmlesse innocence Of peace and rest in which kinde nature laid Thee in thy mothers wombe Right vertuous boy How hast thou liu'd vnta●nted with the breath Of that infectious vice Rebellion Corcut. Right noble Father 't is a faithfull rule In morall rites that who desires a good And most suspects his right to it is bold And turbulent and eager in pursuit Whereas the man to whom this good is due Rests happily contented till time fit Crowne him in the possession of his wish Baia. VVell moraliz'd I vnderstand thee Boy My grant shall melt thy prayers in full ioy Exe●nt Actus Quinti Scena Tertia Enter Selymus and souldiers Selym. Once more in hope to gaine and feare to lose A Crowne and Kingdome we haue march'd thus neere The seat of a dread Emperour to try The chance of warre or resolutely die Feare no crosse blow for with this hand I mou● The wheele of Fate and each successe shall runne Euen with our pleasures till our hopes are spun Vp to their full perfection this dayes light That lookes so cheerefully shall see as bright As it my crowne and glory Makes a stand As they march on enter Isaack Bassa What stranger 's this my blessed Genius haunts me Isaack I take thee in with open loue What speakes they Presence Isaack Good newes to Selym●s Selym. From whom Isaack From Baiazet Selym. 'T is strange if good Isaack And full as good as strange March