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 0.79 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
You see my Lord, what working words he hath. But when you see his actions stop his speech, Your speech will stay, or so extol his worth, As I shall be commended and excused For turning my poor charge to his direction. And these his two renowned friends my Lord, Would make one thrust and strive to be retained In such a great degree of amity. With duty not with amity we yield Our utmost service to the fair Cosroe. Which I esteem as portion of my crown. Usumeasane and techelles both, When she that rules in Rhamnis' golden gates, And makes a passage for all prosperous Arms: Shall make me solely Emperor of Asia, Then shall your meeds and valours be advanced To rooms of honour and Nobility. Then haste Cosroe to be king alone. That I with these my friends and all my men, May triumph in our long expected Fate, The King your Brother is now hard at hand, Meet with the fool, and rid your royal shoulders Of such a burden, as outweighs the sands And all the craggy rocks of Caspia. My Lord, we have discovered the enemy Ready to charge you with a mighty army. Come Tamburlaine, now whet thy winged sword And lift thy lofty arm into the clouds, That it may reach the King of Persia's crown, And set it safe on my victorious head. See where it is, the keenest Curtle-axe. That ere made passage thorough persian Arms, These are the wings shall make it fly as swift, As doth the lightning: or the breath of heaven, And kill as sure as it swiftly flies. Thy words assure me of kind success: Go valiant Soldier, go before and charge The fainting army of that foolish King. Usumeasane and techelles come, We are enough to scar the enemy, And more than needs to make an Emperor. accursed be he that first invented war, They knew not, ah, they knew not simple men, How those were hit by pelting Cannon shot, Stand staggering like a quivering Aspen leaf, Fearing the force of Boreas boisterous blasts. In what a lamentable case were I, If Nature had not given me wisdoms lore? For Kings are clouts that every man shoots at, Our Crown the pin that thousands seek to cleave, Therefore in policy I think it good To hide it close: a goodly Stratagem, And far from any man that is a fool. So shall not I be known, or if I be, They cannot take away my crown from me. Here will I hide it in this simple hole. What fearful coward straggling from the camp When Kings themselves are present in the field. Thou liest. Base villain, darest thou give the lie? Away, I am the King: go, touch me not. Thou breakest the law of Arms unless thou kneel. And cry me mercy, noble King. Are you the witty King of Persia?
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You see my Lord, what woorking woordes he hath. But when you see his actions stop his speech, Your speech will stay, or so extol his worth, As I shall be commended and excusde For turning my poore charge to his direction. And these his two renowmed friends my Lord, Would make one thrust and striue to be retain'd In such a great degree of amitie. With dutie not with amitie we yeeld Our vtmost seruice to the faire Cosroe. Which I esteeme as portion of my crown. Vsumeasane and techelles both, When she that rules in Rhamnis golden gates, And makes a passage for all prosperous Armes: Shall make me solely Emperour of Asia, Then shall your meeds and vallours be aduaunst To roomes of honour and Nobilitie. Then haste Cosroe to be king alone. That I with these my friends and all my men, May triumph in our long expected Fate, The King your Brother is now hard at hand, Meete with the foole, and rid your royall shoulders Of such a burthen, as outwaies the sands And all the craggie rockes of Caspea. My Lord, we haue discouered the enemie Ready to chardge you with a mighty armie. Come tamburlain, now whet thy winged sword And lift thy lofty arme into the cloudes, That it may reach the King of Perseas crowne, And set it safe on my victorious head. See where it is, the keenest Cutle-axe. That ere made passage thorow Persean Armes, These are the wings shall make it flie as swift, As dooth the lightening: or the breath of heauen, And kill as sure as it swiftly flies. Thy words assure me of kind successe: Go valiant Souldier, go before and charge The fainting army of that foolish King. Vsumeasane and techelles come, We are enough to scarre the enemy, And more than needes to make an Emperour. Accurst be he that first inuented war, They knew not, ah, they knew not simple men, How those were hit by pelting Cannon shot, Stand staggering like a quiuering Aspen leafe, Fearing the force of Boreas boistrous blasts. In what a lamentable case were I, If Nature had not giuen me wisedomes lore? For Kings are clouts that euery man shoots at, Our Crowne the pin that thousands seeke to cleaue, Therefore in pollicie I thinke it good To hide it close: a goodly Stratagem, And far from any man that is a foole. So shall not I be knowen, or if I bee, They cannot take away my crowne from me. Here will I hide it in this simple hole. What fearful coward stragling from the camp When Kings themselues are present in the field. Thou liest. Base villaine, darst thou giue the lie? Away, I am the King: go, touch me not. Thou breakst the law of Armes vnlesse thou kneele. And cry me mercie, noble King. Are you the witty King of Persea?