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 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
The strangest men that ever nature made, I know not how to take their tyrannies. My bloodless body waxeth chill and cold, And with my blood my life slides through my wound. My soul begins to take her flight to hell. And summons all my senses to depart: The heat and moisture which did feed each other, For want of nourishment to feed them both. Is dry and cold, and now doth ghastly death With greedy talents gripe my bleeding heart, And like a Harper tires on my life. Theridamas and Tamburlaine, I die, And fearful vengeance light upon you both. Not all the curses which the furies breath, Shall make me leave so rich a prize as this: Theridamas, techelles, and the rest, Who think you now is king of Persia? Tamburlaine, tamburlaine. Though Mars himself the angry God of arms, And all the earthly Potentates conspire, To dispossess me of this Diadem: Yet will I wear it in despite of them, As great commander of the Eastern world, If you but say that tamburlaine shall reign. Long live tamburlaine, and reign in Asia. So, now it is more surer on my head, Than if the Gods had held a Parliament: And all pronounced me king of Persia. GReat Kings of Barbary, and my portly Bassoes, We hear, the Tartars & the Eastern thieves Under the conduct of one Tamburlaine, Presume a bickering with your Emperor: And thinks to rouse us from our dreadful siege Of the famous Grecian Constantinople. You know our Army is invincible: As many circumcised Turks we have, And warlike bands of Christians renied, As hath the Ocean or the Terrene sea Small drops of water, when the Moon begins To join in one her semicircled horns: Yet would we not be braved with foreign power, Nor raise our siege before the Grecians yield. Or breathless lie before the city walls. Renowned Emperor, and mighty General What if you sent the Bassoes of your guard. To charge him to remain in Asia. Or else to threaten death and deadly arms, As from the mouth of mighty Bajazeth. Hie thee my bassa fast to Persia, Tell him thy Lord the Turkish Emperor, Dread Lord of Afrique, Europe and Asia. Great King and conqueror of Grecia, The Ocean, Terrene, and the coal-black sea, The high and highest Monarch of the world. Wills and Commands (for say not I entreat) Not once to set his foot in Africa, Or spread his colours in Grecia. lest he incur the fury of my wrath. Tell him, I am content to take a truce, Because I hear he bears a valiant mind. But if presuming on his silly power, He be so mad to manage Arms with me, Then stay thou with him, say I bid thee so. And if before the Sun have measured heaven With triple circuit thou regreet us not, We mean to take his morning's next arise. For messenger, he will not be reclaimed, And mean to fetch thee in despite of him.
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The strangest men that euer nature made, I know not how to take their tyrannies. My bloodlesse body waxeth chill and colde, And with my blood my life slides through my wound. My soule begins to take her flight to hell. And sommons all my sences to depart: The heat and moisture which did feed each other, For want of nourishment to feed them both. Is drie and cold, and now dooth gastly death With greedy tallents gripe my bleeding hart, And like a Harpyr tires on my life. Theridamas and Tamburlaine, I die, And fearefull vengeance light vpon you both. Not all the curses which the furies breathe, Shall make me leaue so rich a prize as this: Teridamas, techelles, and the rest, Who thinke you now is king of Persea? Tamburlaine, tamburlaine. Though Mars himselfe the angrie God of armes, And all the earthly Potentates conspire, To dispossesse me of this Diadem: Yet will I weare it in despight of them, As great commander of the Easterne world, If you but say that tamburlaine shall raigne. Long liue tamburlaine, and raigne in Asia. So, now it is more surer on my head, Than if the Gods had held a Parliament: And all pronounst me king of Persea. GReat Kings of Barbary, and my portly Bassoes, We heare, the Tartars & the Easterne theeues Vnder the conduct of one Tamburlaine, Presume a bickering with your Emperour: And thinks to rouse vs from our dreadful siege Of the famous Grecian Constantinople. You know our Armie is inuincible: As many circumcised Turkes we haue, And warlike bands of Christians renied, As hath the Ocean or the Terrene sea Small drops of water, when the Maon begins To ioine in one her semi-circled hornes: Yet would we not be brau'd with forrain power, Nor raise our siege before the Gretians yeeld. Or breathles lie before the citie walles. Renowmed Emperour, and mighty Generall What if you sent the Bassoes of your guard. To charge him to remaine in Asia. Or els to threaten death and deadly armes, As from the mouth of mighty Baiazeth. Hie thee my Bassoe fast to Persea, Tell him thy Lord the Turkish Emperour, Dread Lord of Affrike, Europe and Asia. Great King and conquerour of Grecia, The Ocean, Terrene, and the cole-blacke sea, The high and higest Monarke of the world. Wils and Commands (for say not I intreat) Not once to set his foot in Affrica, Or spread his collours in Grecia. Least he incurre the furie of my wrath. Tell him, I am content to take a truce, Because I heare he beares a valiant mind. But if presuming on his silly power, He be so mad to manage Armes with me, Then stay thou with him, say I bid thee so. And if before the Sun haue measured heauen With triple circuit thou regreet vs not, We meane to take his mornings next arise. For messenger, he will not be reclaim'd, And meane to fetch thee in despight of him.