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 0.78 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Kings of Fez, Moroccus and Argier, He calls me Bajazeth, whom you call Lord. Note the presumption of this Scythian slave: I tell thee villain, those that lead my horse Have to their names titles of dignity, And dar'st thou bluntly call me Bajazeth? And know thou Turk, that those which lead my horse, Shall lead thee Captive thorough Africa. And dar'st thou bluntly call me tamburlaine? By Mahomet, my kinsman's sepulchre. And by the holy Alcaron I swear, He shall be made a chaste and lustless Eunuch, And in my seraglio tend my Concubines: And all his Captains that thus stoutly stand, Shall draw the chariot of my Empress. Whom I have brought to see their overthrow. By this my sword that conquered Persia, Thy fall shall make me famous through the world: I will not tell thee how I'll handle thee, But every common soldier of my Camp Shall smile to see thy miserable state. What means the mighty Turkish Emperor To talk with one so base as tamburlaine. Ye Moores and valiant men of Barbary. How can ye suffer these indignities. Leave words and let them feel your lances points. Which glided through the bowels of the Greeks. Well said my stout contributory kings, Your threefold army and my hugy host, Shall swallow up these base born Persians, Puissant, renowned and mighty Tamburlaine, Why stay we thus prolonging all their lives'? I long to see those crowns won by our swords That we may reign as kings of Africa. What Coward would not fight for such a prize? Fight all courageously and be you kings. I speak it, and my words are oracles. Zabina, mother of three braver boys, Than Hercules, that in his infancy Did pash the jaws of Serpents venomous: Whose hands are made to gripe a warlike Lance. Their shoulders broad, for complete armour fit, Their limbs more large and of a bigger size Than all the brats ysprung from Typhon's loins: Who, when they come unto their father's age, Will batter Turrets with their manly fists. And on thy head wear my Imperial crown, Until I bring this sturdy Tamburlaine, And all his Captains bound in captive chains. Such good success happen to Bajazeth, zenocrate, the loveliest Maid alive, Fairer than rocks of pearl and precious stone, The only Paragon of tamburlaine, Whose eyes are brighter than the Lamps of heaven. And speech more pleasant than sweet harmony: That with thy looks canst clear the darkened Sky: And calm the rage of thundering Iupiter: Sit down by her: adorned with my Crown, As if thou wert the Empress of the world. Stir not zenocrate until thou see Me march victoriously with all my men, Triumphing over him and these his kings. Which I will bring as Vassals to thy feet. Till then take thou my crown, vaunt of my worth, And manage words with her as we will arms. And may my Love, the king of Persia Return with victory, and free from wound.
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Kings of Fesse, Moroccus and Argier, He cals me Baiazeth, whom you call Lord. Note the presemption of this Scythian slaue: I tell thee villaine, those that lead my horse Haue to their names tytles of dignity, And dar'st thou bluntly call me Baiazeth? And know thou Turke, that those which lead my horse, Shall lead thee Captiue thorow Affrica. And dar'st thou bluntly call me tamburlaine? By Mahomet, my Kinsmans sepulcher. And by the holy Alcaron I sweare, He shall be made a chast and lustlesse Eunuk, And in my Sarell tend my Concubines: And all his Captaincs that thus stoutly stand, Shall draw the chariot of my Emperesse. Whom I haue brought to see their ouerthrow. By this my sword that conquer'd Persea, Thy fall shall make me famous through the world: I will not tell thee how Ile handle thee, But euery common souldier of my Camp Shall smile to see thy miserable state. What meanes the mighty Turkish Emperor To talk with one so base as tamburlaine. Ye Moores and valiant men of Barbary. How can ye suffer these indignities. Leaue words and let them feele your lances pointes. Which glided through the bowels of the Greekes. Wel said my stout contributory kings, Your threefold armie and my hugie hoste, Shall swallow vp these base borne Perseans, Puissant, renowmed and mighty tamburlain, Why stay we thus prolonging all their liues'? I long to see those crownes won by our swords That we may raigne as kings of Affrica. What Coward wold not fight for such a prize? Fight all couragiously and be you kings. I speake it, and my words are oracles. Zabina, mother of three brauer boies, Than Hercules, that in his infancie Did pash the iawes of Serpents venomous: Whose hands are made to gripe a warlike Lance. Their shoulders broad, for complet armour fit, Their lims more large and of a bigger size Than all the brats ysprong from Typhons loins: Who, when they come vnto their fathers age, Will batter Turrets with their manly sists. And on thy head weare my Emperiall crowne, Vntill I bring this sturdy tamburlain, And all his Captains bound in captiue chaines. Such good successe happen to Baiazeth, zenocrate, the loueliest Maide aliue, Fairer than rockes of pearle and pretious stone, The onely Paragon of tamburlaine, Whose eies are brighter than the Lamps of heauen. And speech more pleasant than sweet harmony: That with thy lookes canst cleare the darkened Sky: And calme the rage of thundring Iupiter: Sit downe by her: adorned with my Crowne, As if thou wert the Empresse of the world. Stir not zenocrate vntill thou see Me martch victoriously with all my men, Triumphing cuer him and these his kings. Which I will bring as Vassals to thy feete. Til then take thou my crowne, vaunt of my worth, And manage words with her as we will armes. And may my Loue, the king of Persea Returne with victorie, and free from wound.