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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

make him know those will not flie in war which may in policie intreat a peace Hast thy course time and soon reduce the year Lucan Infestique obvia Signis Signa pares aquilas pila minantia pilis Ensignes may Ensignes meet Carmania's King great Aladin scorns to avoyd a Turk Princes and Neighbours muster up your strength that we may meet him on his full Cariere and let it be Carmanian's pride to say to o'recome him we ask no second day Scena 2. Actus 4. Enter Amurath at one door with Nobles Bajazet Enter at th' other Hatum richly attended they meet salute in dumb shews Amurath joynes the hands of the Prince and Princesse whilst this is solemnizing is sung to soft Musick this Song following SONG Thine O Hymen thine is she Whose Beauties verse Calliope Sing to Marriage ties an Io Io to Hymen Chorus To thee Apollo is my sute Lend me a while thy silver Lute O what a woe it is to bring A Bride to Bed and never sing Io to Hymen Ambo When she 's old still seemes she yong When she 's weake to her be strong Be Cyprus both and Paphos here Love sing with merry cheere Io to Hymen Amur. You Gods of Marriage sacred Protectoress of lawful propagations and blest Love be most propitious to these grafted stemmes drop dewing showers of generation on them Think Son this day so prodigal of blessing as that had Juno taskt thee like Alcides to grapple with Stymphallides or cleanse Augean stables or like the Trojan Boy sit like a Shepheard on Dardanias hills such a reward as this fair Queen repayes O thou hop'd future off-spring spare thy Parent Hurt not this tender womb these Ivory worlds in which a pritty people yet shall live when you are born O be within your limbs the Gransire Amurath and fathers strength line their faces Nature with their mothers dye And let the destinies make the ensuing night in their Eternal Books with notes most white All. Grant it great Mahomet Hat Most awful father and my honored Prince although it be enacted by the heavens that in these bonds of marriage such curse attends on Princes above private men that no affection nor home-nourisht Love but state and policy must elect their wives which must be fetcht from Countries far remot yet the protecting Powers have such a care both of their off-springs and their Kingdoms state That to what they ordain they work in us a suddain willingnesse to make 's obey for in this brest I do already feel that there 's a kindling a Diviner heat which disobedience never shall extinguish And if there be any felicity from these united Loves to be derived from the weak sex unto the husbands soul then may my Lord make his affection sure to be repaid with an untainted Love With soft and yeilding courtesie in all he shall command my willing arms shall still be ope t' enfold within a wives embrace if any comfort else there be in store which modesty keeps silent to it self cause only husbands and the night must know 't my Loyalty shall ever all perform and though my Lord should frown I le be the same green wood will burn with a continued flame Baja. Princesse our ardour is already fired yet with no violent temerity such as might feare it's short and soon decaying thy vertue seems so to exceed thy Sex and wisdome so far to out-pace thy yeares that surely Princess soon maturity argues in them hidden Divinity Expected Hymen here hath bound our hands and hearts with everlasting ligaments Fortunate both we are and have one blisse the want of which for ever doth infect with anxious cares the sweets of marriage beds our parents benediction and consent they are the truest Hymens and should be to children the best marriage Deity Thus then attended with such sacred charmes our last day of content shall never come till we must part by th' unresisted doome with a pleas'd error we will age beguile all stars on us an equal yoke must smile Amu. Now Lords who 'le dance a Turkish measure Ladies our nerves are shrunk and you now fix the sign of age on me you who have blood still flowing in your veines be nimble as an Hart Caper t' the Sphaeres O you are light that want the weight of years Musick Here Amurath ascends his Throne the rest set down to dance Bajazet with Hatum c. the end of the dance all kneel Amur. begins an health a flourish with Cornets Amu. And health to our Bride and her father O Nobles would this wine were Christians blood but that it would Phrenetique humours breed and so infect our braines with Superstition Enter Eurenoses with six Christian Maidens richly attyred their Haire hanging loose in their hands Cups of Gold with Jewels c. Eure. Auspicious fortunes to great Amurath to ope more springs to this full-tide of joy know potent Emperor I from Europe bring six daughters of six several Kings whose Cities we have equall'd to the ground and of their Palaces did torches make to light their souls through the black cave of death Am. Describe good Captain how the dogs were wearied Eure. So weary were they to indure our swords that by impetuous mutiny themselves turn'd on each other slew their Masters Childrens own hands tore out their fathers throats and each one strove who should be slaughtered first Here did a brother pash out a brothers braines some in stinking Quagmires and deep Lakes which they had made t' avoide their excrements ran quick and in the lake lay buryed Am. Good Executioner of our most just wrath Eur. Nor did it leave till death it self was wearie murder grew faint and each succeeding day shew'd us the slaughter of the day before ' Mongst carcasses and funerals we stood denying those that liv'd such Ceremonies as in their Temples to the Indian gods with prayers and vowes they daily offred Nor destiny nor cruelty ere left till they had nothing for to work upon for of so many souls that breath'd of late these six are all remain which as a Pledge of my best service to your Majesty I here am bold to yeild an offer Amu. Nor shall this present be unrecompenced for thy true service on thee I le bestow all the rich gifts which all these Asian Lords brought to adorn these happy Nuptials on you faire Bride great Princesse and our Daughter do we bestow these Virgins daughters to Kings for your attendance Hat We are two much bound unto our Princely Father Amu. No Daughter no we hope thou art the spring from whence shall flow to all the world a King Captaines and Lords to morrow we must meet to think of our rebellious son in Law Be this time all for comfort and delight short wedding dayes make it seem long to night Exeunt omnes Scena 3. Actus 4. Enter Lazartis and Cobelitz bringing the dead body of Sasmenos Laz. Here set we down our miserable load O Cobelitz with whom

the same bloud he tooke a share so let him beare his part in Government Sch. My Lord within the selfe-same Hemispheare It 's most prodigious when two Sunnes appeare One body by one soule must be inform'd Kingdomes like marriage beds must not indure any corrivall Rome was nere secure whilst she contain'd a Pompey and a Caesar Like as one Prophet we acknowledge now so of one King in state we must allow You know the Turkish Lawes Prince be not nice to purchase Kingdomes whatsoe'er the price He must be lopt send for him he must dye Bajazet O happy Bajazet that he was borne to be a King when thou wast Counseller Call in our Brother Jacup Some goe for him Here sixe men take up Amuraths Trunke on their shoulders Baj. Why Lords is Amurath so light a weight Is this the Trunk o th' Turkish Emperor Oh what a heape of thoughts are come to naught What a light weight is he unto sixe men who durst stand under Ossa and sustaine ' t Euren. My Lord these Meditations fit not you You are to take the honour he hath left and thinke you of his rising not his fall Enter Jacup Let your decree be suddaine here 's your Brother Baj. Brother I could have wished we might have met at times of better greeting Our father hath bequeath'd to the Grave these ashes to us his State Nor have we leysure yet to mourne for him Brother you know our state hath made a Law that he that sits in a Majestick Chayre must not endure the next succeeding heyre Jac. Yes we doe And Brother doe you thinke 't is crime enough to dye because I am sonne to an Emperour Scah. My Lord we know there breathes in him that ayre of true affestion that he doth much desire you should be equall in his Kingdome with him But still when two great evils are propos'd the lesse is to be chosen Euren. My Lord your life 's but one Kings are the threads whereto there are inweaved millions of lives and he that must rule all must still be one that is select from all Although we speake yet thinke them not our words But what the Land speakes in us Kings are free And must be impatient of equality Jac. And is' t eene so How have these Dogs fawn'd on me lickt my feet when Amurath yet lived Felt all my thoughts and soothed them to the sight of Empyrie And now the first would set their politique hands to strangle up that breath a blast of which their nostrils have suckt up like perfum'd ayre Well brother well by all men this is spoke that heart that cannot bow may yet be broke Bajazet 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 must esteeme it happinesse that with their gov'rnment 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 't is so neare it may our Crowne affect Jac. Then name of Brother doe I thus shake off for 't is in vaine their mercy to implore when impious Statists have decreed before Yet King although thou take my life away see how I le dye in better state then thou Who like my Father after his greatest glory May fall by some base hand The Minister 'To take my breath shall be thy selfe a King Here Jacup takes a Scarfe from his Arme and putting it about his neck gives one end to Bajazet Yet give me leave a while to Prophesie You that so Puppet-like delude your hopes and Wyer-draw the ancestry from Kings thinking that fates dare not aproach 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 not all the Glow-worme state which makes thee be a Horse-leach to thy bloud Not all the Parasitest ' Minions thou maintainst nor the restorative Dishes that are found out Not all thy shifts and trickes can cheat mortality or keepe thee from a death that 's worse then mine Should all this faile age would professe it selfe a slow but a sure Executioner O 't is a hard thing well to temperate decaying happinesse in great estate But this example by me may you gaine that at my death not of Heaven complaine Pull then and with my fall pull on thy selfe Mountaines of burdenous honor which shall curse thee Death leades the willing by the hand But spurs them headlong on that dare command Here himselfe pulls one end Bajazet the other Jacup dyes Bajazet Take up this Trunke and let us first appoint our Fathers and our Brothers Funerals the sense lesse body of that Caitiffe 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 I le mediate Which who enjoy thee are in blest estate Whose age in secure silence fleets away Without disturbance to his funeral day Nor ponderous nor unquiet honours can Vexe him but dyes a primare ancient man What greater powers threaten inferiour men a greater power threatens him agen And like to wasted Tapers Kings must spend their lives to light up others So all end Exeunt bearing out solemnely the bodies of Amurath and Jacup FINIS THE TRAGEDY OF ORESTES Written by THOMAS GOFF Master of Arts and student of Christ-Church in OXFORD AND Acted by the STUDENTS of the same house The second Edition LONDON Printed for G. BEDELL and T. COLLINS at the middle Temple Gate Fleet-street 1656. The Prologue THe hush'd contentment of two silent howres Breath pleasing ayres on these attentive eares And since wee see in this well furnish'd roome All our best neighbours are so kindely met Wee would devise some pleasing talke to spend The lazie houres of the tedious night But for our owne invention 't was too weake Whereon our young Muse durst not wholly leane We here present for the revive a tale Which once in Athens great Eurypedes In better phrase at such a meeting told The learn'd Athenians with much applause The same we will retell unto your eares Whose Atticke judgement is no lesse then theirs We here as builders which doe oft take stones From out old buildings then must hew and cut To make them square and fitting for a new So from an old foundation we have ta'n Stones ready squar'd for our aedifice Which if in pleasing our weake skill offends In making corners disproportionate Some roome too narrow or some loft to a high Yet we well hope if the whole structure fall Your hands like props will serve to beare up all Spoken by the Authour himselfe The Names of the Actors Agamemnon King of Greece Clytemnestra The Queene Tyndarus Clytemnestra's father Strophius Father to Pylades

thee the heavens will look with a more chearful brow on Cerberus Orest Why let heaven look as 't will t is my crown that I have done an act shall make heave frown Tynd. O what earth loves so much a guilty soul that it can bear thee Orest Why Sir this is mine and this shall bear me Am I not right heire Tynd. Thou heir to kingdoms thou a subject rather to help to make a Players Tragedy Ore Why that will make me swell with greater pride to think my name shall drop in lines of blood from some great Poets quill who well shall paint how bravely I reveng'd my fathers death that is the thing I wish'd and 't is my glory I shall be matter for so brave a story But where 's my Crown 1. Lord. No murderer wee 'l rather joyn with him this old man here to take away thy life then such a homicide shall frame us laws who hath himself rac'd out the laws of Nature 2. Lord. Yes and wee 'l set here Argos crown on him who shall enact some pnnishment for thee which although none can equalize this deed yet what our griefs can think all shall be done and wee 'l forget thou' rt Agamemnons sonne Ore Why think you on your worst I scorn to crave I had three lives you but my one shall have Tyn. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that which while there is a world throughout the world will be pronounc'd for the most horrid deed that ever came into the thought of man a thing which all will talk of none allow I here disclaim that name of Grand-father and I must quite forget that in thy veynes my blood doth flow but think it then let out when thou letst out my daughters And since you kind Lords commit the state unto my years years too unfit heavens know to beare a state My mind methinks contends for to decree somewhat which to my self I dare not tell Just conceiv'd wrath and my affection strives hate forbids pity pity forbids hate and exile is but barren punishtnent Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes O never let thy sight offend me more all thy confederates and all thy friends You Pylades which did so smoothly cloake the dam'nd profession he did undertake You Strophius Strop My Lord I know not ought Yet since one foot is now in Charons boat if it please you set tother too aflote Tynd. Not so but I will banish you the Court and you Electra come I must forget affection too towards you you gave the child which you had charge of to the murtherers sword Elect. Why Grandsire I herein no wrong do find since all these go I would not stay behind Tynd. Nay but no one shall company the other hence thou Cocytus stream of this offence Strophius and Pylades Electra hence Exeunt Strophius Pylades Electra Orest Why farwel Grandsire since thou bidst I flie and scorn companions for my misery Exit Orestes Tynd. Unto this punishmeht this one more I add that none shall dare to give Orestes food and this decree shall stand I speak with grief and here pronounce Orestes no relief Hence with these corps poor child what hadst thou don thy Nurses prayers that there might spring a rose where e'r thou trod'st could not keep back thy foes Some plague he hath but such a matricide should never die although he ever dy'd Scena 2. Enter Electra and Strophius Elect. Thus never lesse alone then when alone where to our selves we sweetly tell our woes Thou Uncle chief companion to our griefs and soul partaker of our miseries why do we live when now 't is come to passe it is scarce known that Agamemnon was He dies far easier who at first doth drown then he which long doth swim and then sinks down Stroph. Nay Neece me thinks I now do see the haven where my ag'd soul must leave this tossed bark made weak with years and woes yet I commend unto my son the heart of a true friend that 's all the will I leave and let him know friendship should ever be but most in woe And so I leave thee Neece I first must die to hast a period to this Tragedie He dies Elect. O envious Fates could you not use me thus have I not grief enough to burst my heart Was my life's thread twisted and knit so strong that the keen edg of all these miseries can never cut it off must I bear more 'T is all my safety now not to be safe Are there so many wayes to rid ones life and can I hit on none They say that death is every where and yet I find him not Tush but I seek him not why my own hand might grasp him to me if I did but strive Now hand help ease my heart and make a way to let out grief that hath so long dwelt here Stabs her self Now knife thou 'st done good service there lie by heaven well decreed it nothing life can give but every thing can make us not to live Scena 3. Enter Cassandra Now Priams Ghost haste haste I say to look with chearful eyes on the sinister book and there to Hecuba my mother shew the tragick story of thy conquered foe And let Andromecha my sister see what Agamemnons race is come to be Now Troy may gratifie that most sad doom conquered by those that thus themselves or'ecome let Greece so flourish still let Argos be puft with the pride of their great victory Let it bear Souldiers so withal it bear Orestes too now mother never fear Argos makes me to laugh which made thee weep the Trojans in the grave now sweetly sleep their sorrow hath the end now these begin to overflow themselves with mutual sin And after all Orestes we may see hath lost his reason mans sole propertie Scena 4. Enter Orestes furens Orest By you shall not nay I am decreed do tear tear me yes I have deserv'd it Cass O brave O brave he 's mad as well as I I 'm glad my madnesse hath got company Orest Mother why mother will you kill my father Then I 'll kill you tush I have don 't already Much patience will grow fury in time follow you me you beast you damn'd Aegystheus I 'll hew thee piece by piece look off my mother Cass I am she or one loves thee well Ore Out you witch you witch Ca. Murderer murderer Orest Dost whisper with the devils to torment me O how they lash me with their snaky whips Why Megaera Megaera wilt not hold thy hand Are you there too Erynnis hey all hell my Grandsier Atreus he stands fighting there but hee 'll ha'th better on 't keep Cerberus keep keep the gates fast or all hell breaks loose Mother I see you O you are a whore Did I kill you witch dost thou laugh dost thou Cass Why this is fine my very looks do whip him Orest. Could I but get the stone from Sysiphus I 'de dash thy brains out