Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 518 words
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Some powers divine, or else infernal, mixed Their angry seeds at his conception: For he was never sprung of human race, Since with the spirit of his fearful pride, He dares so doubtlessly resolve of rule. And by profession be ambitious. What God or Fiend, or spirit of the earth, Or Monster turned to a manly shape, Or of what mould or metal he be made, What star or state soever govern him, Let us put on our meet encountering minds, And in detesting such a devilish Thief, In love of honour & defence of right, Be armed against the hate of such a foe, Whether from earth, or hell, or heaven he grow. Nobly resolved, my good Ortygius. And since we all have sucked one wholesome air, And with the same proportion of Elements, Resolve, I hope we are resembled, Vowing our loves to equal death and life, Let's cheer our soldiers to encounter him, That grievous image of ingratitude: That fiery thirster after sovereignty: And burn him in the fury of that flame, That none can quench but blood and Empery. Resolve my Lords and loving soldiers now, To save your King and country from decay: Then strike up Drum, and all the Stars that make The loathsome Circle of my dated life, Direct my weapon to his barbarous heart, That thus opposeth him against the Gods, And scorns the Powers that govern Persia. Barbarous and bloody Tamburlaine, Thus to deprive me of my crown and life. Treacherous and false theridamas, Even at the morning of my happy state, Scarce being seated in my royal throne, To work my downfall and untimely end. An uncouth pain torments my grieved soul, And death arrests the organ of my voice. Who entering at the breach thy sword hath made, Sacks every vain and artery of my heart, Bloody and insatiate Tamburlaine. The thirst of reign and sweetness of a crown, That caused the eldest son of heavenly Ops, To thrust his doting father from his chair, And place himself in the Imperial heaven, Moved me to manage arms against they state, What better precedent than mighty Ioue? Nature that framed us of four Elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous Architecture of the world: And measure every wandering planets course. Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless Spheres. Wills us to wear ourselves and never rest. Until we reach the ripest fruit of all. That perfect bliss and sole felicity. The sweet fruition of an earthly crown. And that made me to join with Tamburlaine For he is gross and like the massy earth, That moves not upwards, nor by princely deeds Doth mean to soar above the highest sort. And that made us the friends of Tamburlaine. To lift our swords against the persian King. For as when Ioue did thrust old Saturn down. Neptune and Dis gained each of them a Crown. So do we hope to reign in Asia, If Tamburlaine be placed in Persia.
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Some powers diuine, or els infernall, mixt Their angry seeds at his conception: For he was neuer sprong of humaine race, Since with the spirit of his fearefull pride, He dares so doubtlesly resolue of rule. And by profession be ambitous. What God or Feend, or spirit of the earth, Or Monster turned to a manly shape, Or of what mould or mettel he be made, What star or state soeuer gouerne him, Let vs put on our meet incountring mindes, And in detesting such a diuelish Thiefe, In loue of honor & defence of right, Be arm'd against the hate of such a foe, Whether from earth, or hell, or heauen he grow. Nobly resolu'd, my good Ortygius. And since we all haue suckt one wholsome aire, And with the same proportion of Elements, Resolue, I hope we are resembled, Vowing our loues to equall death and life, Let's cheere our souldiers to incounter him, That grieuous image of ingratitude: That fiery thirster after Soueraingtie: And burne him in the fury of that flame, That none can quence but blood and Emperie. Resolue my Lords and louing souldiers now, To saue your King and country from decay: Then strike vp Drum, and all the Starres that make The loathsome Circle of my dated life, Direct my weapon to his barbarous heart, That thus opposeth him against the Gods, And scornes the Powers that gouerne Persea. Barbarous and bloody Tamburlaine, Thus to depriue me of my crowne and life. Treacherous and false theridamas, Euen at the morning of my happy state, Scarce being seated in my royall throne, To worke my downfall and vntimely end. An vncouth paine torments my grieued soule, And death arrests the organe of my voice. Who entring at the breach thy sword hath made, Sacks euery vaine and artier of my heart, Bloody and insatiate Tamburlain. The thirst of raigne and sweetnes of a crown, That causde the eldest sonne of heauenly Ops, To thrust his doting father from his chaire, And place himselfe in the Emperiall heauen, Moou'd me to manage armes against they state, What better president than mightie Ioue? Nature that fram'd vs of foure Elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach vs all to haue aspyring minds: Our soules, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous Architecture of the world: And measure euery wandring plannets course. Still climing after knowledge infinite, And alwaies moouing as the restles Spheares. Wils vs to weare our selues and neuer rest. Vntil we reach the ripest fruit of all. That perfect blisse and sole felicitie. The sweet fruition of an earthly crowne. And that made me to ioine with tamburlain For he is grosse and like the massie earth, That mooues not vpwards, nor by princely deeds Doth meane to soare aboue the highest sort. And that made vs the friends of Tamburlaine. To lift our swords against the Persean King. For as when Ioue did thrust old Saturn down. Neptune and Dis gain'd each of them a Crowne. So do we hope to raign in Asia, If tamburlain be plac'd in Persea.