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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
By this the Turks lie weltering in their blood sound, And tamburlaine is Lord of Africa: Thou art deceived, I heard the Trumpets As when my Emperor overthrew the Greeks: And led them Captive into Africa. Straight will I use thee as thy pride deserves: Prepare thyself to live and die my slave. If Mahomet should come from heaven and swear, My royal Lord is slain or conquered. Yet should he not persuade me otherwise. But that he lives and will be Conqueror. Now king of Bassoes, who is Conqueror? Thou, by the fortune of this damned foil, Where are your stout contributory kings? We have their crowns their bodies strow the field. Each man a crown? why kingly fought i'faith Deliver them into my treasury. Now let me offer to my gracious Lord. His royal Crown again, so highly won: Nay take the Turkish Crown from her, zen. And crown me Emperor of Africa. No Tamburlaine, though now thou got the best Thou shalt not yet be Lord of Africa. Give her the Crown Turkess you were best. Injurious villains, thieves, runagates, How dare you thus abuse my Majesty? Here Madam, you are Empress, she is none, Not now theridamas, her time is past: The pillars that have bolstered up those terms, Are fallen in clusters at my conquering feet. Though he be prisoner, he may be ransomed: Not all the world shall ransom Bajazeth. Ah fair zabina, we have lost the field. And never had the Turkish Emperor So great a foil by any foreign foe. Now will the Christian miscreants be glad, Ringing with joy their superstitious bells: And making bonfires for my overthrow. But ere I die those foul Idolaters Shall make me bonfires with their filthy bones, For though the glory of this day be lost. Afrique and Greece have garrisons enough To make me Sovereign of the earth again. Those walled garrisons will I subdue, And write myself great Lord of Africa: So from the East unto the furthest West, Shall Tamburlaine extend his puissant arm. The Galls and those pilling Brigandines, That yearly sail to the Venetian gulf, And hover in the straights for Christians wrack, Shall lie at anchor in the Isle Asant. Until the persian Fleet and men of war, Sailing along the Orientall sea, Have fetched about the Indian continent: Even from Persepolis to Mexico, And thence unto the straights of Gibraltar: Where they shall meet, and join their force in one Keeping in awe the Bay of Portingale. And all the Ocean by the British shore: And by this means I'll win the world at last. Yet set a ransom on me tamburlaine. What, thinkst thou Tamburlaine esteems thy gold, I'll make the kings of India ere I die, Offer their mines (to sew for peace) to me, And dig for treasure to appease my wrath: Come bind them both and one lead in the Turk. The Turkess let my loves maid lead away.
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By this the Turks lie weltring in their blood sound, And tamburlaine is Lord of Affrica: Thou art deceiu'd, I heard the Trumpets As when my Emperour ouerthrew the Greeks: And led them Captiue into Affrica. Straight will I vse thee as thy pride deserues: Prepare thy selfe to liue and die my slaue. If Mahomet should come from heauen and sweare, My royall Lord is slaine or conquered. Yet should he not perswade me otherwise. But that he liues and will be Conquerour. Now king of Bassoes, who is Conqueror? Thou, by the fortune of this damned foile, Where are your stout contributorie kings? We haue their crownes their bodies strowe the fielde. Each man a crown? why kingly fought ifaith Deliuer them into my treasurie. Now let me offer to my gracious Lord. His royall Crowne againe, so highly won: Nay take the Turkish Crown from her, zen. And crowne me Emperour of Affrica. No tamburlain, though now thou gat the best Thou shalt not yet be Lord of Affrica. Giue her the Crowne Turkesse you wer best. Iniurious villaines, thieues, runnagates, How dare you thus abuse my Maiesty? Here Madam, you are Empresse, she is none, Not now theridamas, her time is past: The pillers that haue bolstered vp those tearmes, Are falne in clusters at my conquering feet. Though he be prisoner, he may be ransomed: Not all the world shall ransom Baiazeth. Ah faire zabina, we haue lost the field. And neuer had the Turkish Emperour So great a foile by any forraine foe. Now will the Christian nusc reants be glad, Ringing with ioy their superstitious belles: And making bonfires for my ouerthrow. But ere I die those foule Idolaters Shall make me bonfires with their filthy bones, For though the glorie of this day be lost. Affrik and Greece haue garrisons enough To make me Soueraigne of the earth againe. Those walled garrisons wil I subdue, And write my selfe great Lord of Affrica: So from the East vnto the furthest West, Shall tamburlain extend his puisant arme. The Galles and those pilling Briggandines, That yeerely saile to the Venetian gulfe, And houer in the straightes for Christians wracke, Shall lie at anchor in the Isle Asant. Vntill the Persean Fleete and men of war, Sailing along the Orientall sea, Haue fetcht about the Indian continent: Euen from Persepolis to Mexico, And thence vnto the straightes of Iubalter: Where they shall meete, and ioine their force in one Keeping in aw the Bay of Portingale. And all the Ocean by the British shore: And by this meanes Ile win the world at last. Yet set a ransome on me tamburlaine. What, thinkst thou tamburlain esteems thy gold, Ile make the kings of India ere I die, Offer their mines (to sew for peace) to me, And dig for treasure to appease my wrath: Come bind them both and one lead in the Turke. The Turkesse let my Loues maid lead away.