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 0.85 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Now shalt thou feel the force of Turkish arms, Which lately made all Europe quake for searc: I have of Turks, Arabians, Moores and Jews Enough to cover all Bithynia, Let thousands die, their slaughtered Carcases Shall serve for walls and bulwarks to the rest: And as the heads of Hydra, so my power Subdued, shall stand as mighty as before: If they should yield their necks unto the sword, Thy soldiers arms could not endure to strike So many blows as I have heads for thee. Thou knowest not (foolish hardy Tamburlaine) What 'tis to meet me in the open field, That leave no ground for thee to march upon. Our conquering swords shall marshal us the way We use to march upon the slaughtered foe: Trampling their bowels with our horses hoofs: Brave horses, bred on the white Tartarian hills: My Camp is like to Iulius Caesar's host, That never fought but had the victory: Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot war, As these my followers willingly would have: Legions of Spirits fleeting in the air, Direct our Bullets and our weapons points And make our strokes to wound the senseless lure, And when she sees our bloody Colours spread. Then Victory begins to take her flight, Resting herself upon my milk-white Tent: But come my Lords, to weapons let us fall. The field is ours, the Turk, his wife and all. Come Kings and Bassoes let us glut our swords That thirst to drink the feeble Perseans blood. Base Concubine, must thou be placed by me That am the Empress of the mighty Turk? Disdainful Turkess and unreverend Boss, Call'st thou me Concubine that am betrothed Unto the great and mighty tamburlaine? To tamburlaine the great Tartarian thief? Thou wilt repent these lavish words of thine, When thy great bassa, master and thyself. Must plead for mercy at his kingly feet, And sue to me to be your Advocates. And sue to thee? I tell thee shameless girl, Thou shalt be Laundress to my waiting maid. How lik'st thou her Ebea, will she serve? madam, she thinks perhaps she is too fine. But I shall turn her into other weeds. And make her dainty fingers fall to work. hearst thou Anippe, how thy drudge doth talk, And how my slave, her mistress menaceth. Both for their sauciness shall be employed, To dress the common soldiers meat and drink. For we will scorn they should come near ourselves. Yet sometimes let your highness send for them To do the work my chamber maid disdains. Ye Gods and powers that govern Persia. And made my lordly Love her worthy King: Now strengthen him against the Turkish Bajazeth, And let his foes like flocks of fearful Roes, Pursued by hunters, fly his angry looks, That I may see him issue Conqueror. Now Mahomet, solicit God himself, And make him rain down murdering shot from heaven To dash the Scythians brains, and strike them dead, That dare to manage arms with him, That offered jewels to thy sacred shrine. When first he warred against the Christians.
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Now shalt thou feel the force of Turkish arms, Which lately made all Europe quake for searc: I haue of Turkes, Arabians, Moores and Iewes Enough to couer all Bythinia, Let thousands die, their slaughtered Carkasses Shal serue for walles and bulwarkes to the rest: And as the heads of Hydra, so my power Subdued, shall stand as mighty as before: If they should yeeld their necks vnto the sword, Thy souldiers armes could not endure to strike So many blowes as I haue heads for thee. Thou knowest not (foolish hardy Tamburlaine) What tis to meet me in the open field, That leaue no ground for thee to martch vpon. Our conquering swords shall marshal vs the way We vse to march vpon the slaughtered foe: Trampling their bowels with our horses hooffes: Braue horses, bred on the white Tartarian hils: My Campe is like to Iulius Caesars hoste, That neuer fought but had the victorie: Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot war, As these my followers willingly would haue: Legions of Spirits fleeting in the aire, Direct our Bullets and our weapons pointes And make our strokes to wound the sencelesse lure, And when she sees our bloody Collours spread. Then Victorie begins to take her flight, Resting her selfe vpon my milk-white Tent: But come my Lords, to weapons let vs fall. The field is ours, the Turk, his wife and all. Come Kings and Bassoes let vs glut our swords That thirst to drinke the feble Perseans blood. Base Concubine, must thou be plac'd by me That am the Empresse of the mighty Turke? Disdainful Turkesse and vnreuerend Bosse, Call'st thou me Concubine that am betroath'd Vnto the great and mighty tamburlaine? To tamburlaine the great Tartarian thiefe? Thou wilt repent these lauish words of thine, When thy great Bassoe, maister and thy selfe. Must plead for mercie at his kingly feet, And sue to me to be your Aduocates. And sue to thee? I tell thee shamelesse girle, Thou shalt be Landresse to my waiting maid. How lik'st thou her Ebea, will she serue? Madame, she thinks perhaps she is too fine. But I shall turne her into other weedes. And make her daintie fingers fall to woorke. hearst thou Anippe, how thy drudge doth talk, And how my slaue, her mistresse menaceth. Both for their sausinesse shall be employed, To dresse the common souldiers meat and drink. For we will scorne they should come nere our selues. Yet somtimes let your highnesse send for thē To do the work my chamber maid disdaines. Ye Gods and powers that gouerne Persea. And made my lordly Loue her worthy King: Now strengthen him against the Turkish Baiazeth, And let his foes like flockes of fearfull Roes, Pursude by hunters, flie his angrie lookes, That I may see him issue Conquerour. Now Mahomet, solicit God himselfe, And make him raine down murthering shot frō heauen To dash the Scythians braines, and strike them dead, That dare to manage armes with him, That offered iewels to thy sacred shrine. When first he war'd against the Christians.