Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Merciless villain, Peasant ignorant, Of lawful arms, or martial discipline: Pillage and murder are his usual trades. The slave usurps the glorious name of war. See Capolin the fair Arabian king, That hath been disappointed by this slave: Of my fair daughter, and his princely Love: May have fresh warning to go war with us, And be revenged for her disparagement. BRing out my footstool. Ye holy Priests of heavenly Mahomet, That sacrificing slice and cut your flesh, Staining his Altars with your purple blood: Make heaven to frown and every fired star To suck up poison from the moorish Fens, And pour it in this glorious tyrant's throat. The chiefest God first mover of that Sphere, Enchased with thousands ever shining lamps, Will sooner burn the glorious frame of Heaven. Then it should so conspire my overthrow. But Villain, thou that wishest this to me, Fall prostrate on the low disdainful earth. And be the footstool of great Tamburlaine, That I may rise into my royal throne. First shalt thou rip my bowels with thy sword, And sacrifice my heart to death and hell, Before I yield to such a slavery. Base villain, vassal, slave to Tamburlaine: Unworthy to embrace or touch the ground. That bears the honour of my royal weight. Stoop villain, stoop, stoop for so he bids, That may command thee piecemeal to be torn, Or scattered like the lofty Cedar trees, struck with the voice of thundering Iupiter. Then as I look down to the damned Fiends. Fiends look on me, and thou dread God of hell. With Evan Sceptre strike this hateful earth, And make it swallow both of us at once. Now clear the triple region of the air, And let the majesty of heaven behold Their Scourge and Terror tread on Emperors, Smile Stars that reigned at my nativity: And dim the brightness of their neighbour Lamps, Disdain to borrow light of Cynthia, For I the chiefest Lamp of all the earth, First rising in the East with mild aspect, But fired now in the Meridian line, Will send up fire to your turning Spheres, And cause the Sun to borrow light of you. My sword stroke fire from his coat of steel, Even in Bithynia, when I took this Turk: As when a fiery exhalation Wrapped in the bowels of a freezing cloud, Fighting for passage, make the Welkin crack, And casts a flash of lightning to the earth. But ere I march to wealthy Persia, Or leave Damascus and th'Egyptian fields, As was the fame of Clymeus brainsick son, That almost brent the axle-tree of heaven, So shall our swords, our lances and our shot. Fill all the air with fiery meteors. Then when the Sky shall wax as red as blood, It shall be said, I made it red myself, To make me think of nought but blood and war.
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Mercilesse villaine, Pesant ignorant, Of lawfull armes, or martiall discipline: Pillage and murder are his vsuall trades. The slaue vsurps the glorious name of war. See Capolin the faire Arabian king, That hath bene disapointed by this slaue: Of my faire daughter, and his princely Loue: May haue fresh warning to go war with vs, And be reueng'd for her dispardgement. BRing out my foot-stoole. Ye holy Priests of heauenly Mahomet, That sacrificing slice and cut your flesh, Staining his Altars with your purple blood: Make heauen to frowne and euery fired starre To sucke vp poison from the moorish Fens, And poure it in this glorious Tyrants throat. The chiefest God first moouer of that Spheare, Enchacd with thousands euer shining lamps, Will sooner burne the glorious frame of Heauen. Then it should so conspire my ouerthrow. But Villaine, thou that wishest this to me, Fall prostrate on the lowe disdainefull earth. And be the foot-stoole of great Tamburlain, That I may rise into my royall throne. First shalt thou rip my bowels with thy sword, And sacrifice my heart to death and hell, Before I yeeld to such a slauery. Base villain, vassall, slaue to Tamburlaine: Vnworthy to imbrace or touch the ground. That beares the honor of my royall waight. Stoop villaine, stoope, stoope for so he bids, That may command thee peecemeale to be torne, Or scattered like the lofty Cedar trees, Strocke with the voice of thundring Iupiter. Then as I look downe to the damned Feends. Feends looke on me, and thou dread God of hell. With Evan Scepter strike this hatefull earth, And make it swallow both of vs at once. Now cleare the triple region of the aire, And let the maiestie of heauen beholde Their Scourge and Terrour treade on Emperours, Smile Stars that raign'd at my natiuity: And dim the brightnesse of their neighbor Lamps, Disdaine to borrow light of Cynthia, For I the chiefest Lamp of all the earth, First rising in the East with milde aspect, But fired now in the Meridian line, Will send vp fire to your turning Spheares, And cause the Sun to borrowe light of you. My sword stroke fire from his coat of steele, Euen in Bythinia, when I took this Turke: As when a fiery exhalation Wrapt in the bowels of a freezing cloude, Fighting for passage, make the Welkin cracke, And casts a flash of lightning to the earth. But ere I martch to wealthy Persea, Or leaue Damascus and th'Egyptian fields, As was the fame of Clymeus brain-sicke sonne, That almost brent the Axeltree of heauen, So shall our swords, our lances and our shot. Fill all the aire with fiery meteors. Then when the Sky shal waxe as red as blood, It shall be said, I made it red my selfe, To make me think of nought but blood and war.