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.

Actus Qu••rti, Scena Sexta.

Enter Achomates 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

Achom.

Vnquiet anguishments and iealous feare Fly from any thoughts, like night before the Sunne: I'me lifted to the highest Spheare of ioy, My top inuelopt in the azure cloud, And starry rich habiliments: my feete Set rampant on the face of Natures pride, The rarest worke weau'd by her handmayd Art Cloathes my soft pleasures, I'me as great as Ioue. Onely I rule below, he raignes aboue. Oh! the vnspoken beauty of a Crowne, Whose empty speculation mounts my soule Vp to an heauenly Paradise of thoughts. Father, I come that thou may'st crowne my head, Whilst apprehensiue reason stands amaz'd, Amidst the blisfull shades of sweet conceit. Then I'le call back my wandring intellect From dreames, and those imaginary ioyes, I'le teach my soule to twine about a Crowne

To sweat in raptures, to fill vp a Throne With the bigge-swelling lookes of Majestie, I'leamble through a pleasures Labyrinth, And wander in the path of happinesse, As the true obiect of that faculty. Great Baiazet I come. Thou must descend From Honours high Throne, and put off thy right To build me vp an heauen of choyse delight.

Exit.