Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.80 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
And kingdoms at the least we all expect. Besides the honour in assured conquests: Where kings shall crouch unto our conquering swords, And hosts of soldiers stand amazed at us, When with their fearful tongues they shall confess These are the men that all the world admires, What strong enchantments 'tice my yielding soul Are these resolved noble Scythians? But shall I prove a Traitor to my King? No, but the trusty friend of Tamburlaine. Won with thy words, & conquered with thy looks, I yield myself, my men & horse to thee: To be partaker of thy good or ill, As long as life maintains Theridamas. Theridamas my friend, take here my hand. Which is as much as if I swore by heaven, And called' the Gods to witness of my vow, Thus shall my heart be still combined with thine, Until our bodies turn to Elements: And both our souls aspire celestial thrones. Techelles, and Casane, welcome him. Welcome renowned persian to us all. Long may theridamas remain with us. These are my friends in whom I more rejoice, Than doth the King of Persia in his Crown: And by the love of Pylades and Orestes, Whose statutes we adore in Scythia, thyself and them shall never part from me, Before I crown you kings in Asia. Make much of them gentle Theridamas, And they will never leave thee till the death. Nor thee, nor them, thrice noble Tamburlaine Shall want my heart to be with gladness pierced To do you honour and security. A thousand thanks worthy theridamas: And now fair Madam, and my noble Lords, If you will willingly remain with me, You shall have herors, as your merits be: Or else you shall be forced with slavery. We yield unto thee happy Tamburlaine For you then Madam, I am out of doubt I must be pleased perforce, wretched Zenocrate. THus far are we towards Theridamas, And valiant Tamburlaine, the man of fame, The man that in the forehead of his fortune, Bears figures of renown and miracle: But tell me, that hast seen him, Menaphon, What stature wields he, and what parsonage: Of stature tall, and straightly fashioned, Like his desire, lift upwards and divine, Sa large of limbs, his joints so strongly knit, Such breadth of shoulders as might mainly bear Old Atlas' burden, twixt his manly pitch, A pearl more worth, than all the world is placed: Wherein by curious sovereignty of Art, Are fixed his piercing instruments of sight: Whose fiery circles bear encompassed A heaven of heavenly bodies in their Spheres: That guides his steps and actions to the throne. Where honour sits invested royally: Pale of complexion: wrought in him with passion, Thirsting with sovereignty with love of arms, His lofty brows in folds, do figure death, And in their smoothness, amity and life: About them hangs a knot of Amber heir. Wrapped in curls, as fierce Achilles was, On which the breath of heaven delights to play, Making it dance with wanton majesty: His arms and singers long and snowy, Betokening valour and excess of strength: In every part proportioned like the man, Should make the world subdued to Tamburlaine.
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And kingdomes at the least we all expect. Befides the honor in assured conquestes: Where kings shall crouch vnto our conquering swords, And hostes of souldiers stand amaz'd at vs, When with their fearfull tongues they shall cenfesse Theise are the men that all the world admires, What stronge enchantments tice my yeelding soule Are these resolued noble Scythians? But shall I prooue a Traitor to my King? No, but the trustie friend of Tamburlaine. Won with thy words, & conquered with thy looks, I yeeld my selfe, my men & horse to thee: To be partaker of thy good or ill, As long as life maintaines Theridamas. Theridamas my friend, take here my hand. Which is as much as if I swore by heauen, And call'd' the Gods to witnesse of my vow, Thus shall my heart be still combinde with thine, Vntill our bodies turne to Elements: And both our soules aspire celestiall thrones. Techelles, and Casane, welcome him. Welcome renowmed Persean to vs all. Long may theridamas remaine with vs. These are my friends in whō I more reioice, Than dooth the King of Persea in his Crowne: And by the loue of Pyllades and Orestes, Whose statutes we adore in Scythia, Thy selfe and them shall neuer part from me, Before I crowne you kings in Asia. Make much of them gentle Theridamas, And they will neuer leaue thee till the death. Nor thee, nor them, thrice noble Tambutlain Shal want my heart to be with gladnes pierc'd To do you honor and securitie. A thousand thankes worthy theridamas: And now faire Madam, and my noble Lords, If you will willingly remaine with me, You shall haue herors, as your merits be: Or els you shall be forc'd wh slauerie. We yeeld vnto thee happie Tamburlaine For you then Maddam, I am out of doubt I must be pleasde perforce, wretched Zenocrate. THus farre are we towards Theridamas, And valiant Tamburlaine, the man of fame, The man that in the forhead of his fortune, Beares figures of renowne and myracle: But tell me, that hast seene him, Menaphon, What stature wields he, and what personage: Of stature tall, and straightly fashioned, Like his desire, lift vpwards and diuine, Sa large of lims, his ioints so strongly knit, Such breadth of shoulders as might mainely beare Olde Atlas burthen, twixt his manly pitch, A pearle more worth, then all the world is plaste: Wherein by curious soueraintie of Art, Are firt his piercing instruments of sight: Whose fiery cyrcles beare encompassed A heauen of heauenly bodies in their Spheares: That guides his steps and actions to the throne. Where honor sits inuested royally: Pale of complexion: wrought in him with passion, Thrirsting with souerainty with loue of armes, His lofty browes in foldes, do figure death, And in their smoothnesse, amitie and life: About them hangs a knot of Amber heire. Wrapped in curles, as fierce Achilles was, On which the breath of heauen delights to play, Making it daunce with wanton maiestie: His armes and singers long and snowy, Betokening valour and excesse of strength: In euery part proportioned like the man, Should make the world subdued to Tamburlaine.