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 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Yet would you have some pity for my sake, Because it is my countries, and my Fathers. Not for the world Zenocrate, if I have sworn: Come bring in the Turk. methinks we march as Meleager did, Environed with brave Argolian knights: To chase the savage Caldonian Boar, Or Cephalus with lusty The bane youths. Against the Wolf that angry Themis sent. To waste and spoil the sweet Aonian fields. A monster of five hundred thousand heads, Compact of Rapine, Piracy, and spoil. The Scum of men, the hate and Scourge of God, Raves in Egyptia, and annoyeth us. My Lord it is the bloody Tamburlaine. A sturdy Felon and a base-bred Thief. By murder raised to the persian Crown. That dares control us in our Territories. To tame the pride of this presumptuous Beast, join your Arabians with the soldan's power: Let us unite our royal bands in one, And hasten to remove Damascus' siege. It is a blemish to the Majesty And high estate of mighty Emperors, That such a base usurping vagabond Should brave a king, or wear a princely crown. Renowned Soldan, have ye lately heard The overthrow of mighty Bajazeth, About the confines of Bithynia? The slavery wherewith he persecutes The noble Turk and his great Empress. I have, and sorrow for his bad success: But noble Lord of great Arabia, Be so persuaded, that the soldan is No more dismayed with tidings of his fall, Than in the haven when the Pilot stands And views a stranger's ship rent in the winds, And shivered against a craggy rock, Yet in compassion of his wretched state, A sacred vow to heaven and him I make, Confirming it with lbis holy name, That Tamburlaine shall rue the day, the hour, Wherein he wrought such ignominious wrong. Unto the hallowed person of a prince, Or kept the fair zenocrate so long. As Concubine, I fear to feed his lust. Let grief and fury hasten on revenge, Let Tamburlaine for his offences feel Such plagues as heaven and we can pour on him. I long to break my spear upon his crest, And prove the weight of his victorious arm: For Fame I fear hath been too prodigal: In sounding through the world his partial praise: Capolin, hast thou surveyed our powers. Great Emperors of Egypt and Arabia. The number of your hosts united is, A hundred and fifty thousand horse, Two hundred thousand foot, brave men at arms, Courageous and full of hardiness: As frolic as the hunters in the chase: Of savage beasts amid the desert woods. My mind presageth fortunate success, And tamburlaine, my spirit doth foresee The utter ruin of thy men and thee. Then rear your standards, let your sounding Drums Direct our Soldiers to Damascus walls. Now Tamburlaine, the mighty Soldan comes, And leads with him the great Arabian King. To dim thy baseness and obscurity. Famous for nothing but for theft and spoil, To race and scatter thy inglorious crew, Of Scythians and slavish Persians.
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Yet would you haue some pitie for my sake, Because it is my countries, and my Fathers. Not for the world Zenocrate, if I haue sworn: Come bring in the Turke. ME thinks we martch as Meliager did, Enuironed with braue Argolian knightes: To chace the sauage Caldonian Boare, Or Cephalus with lustie The bane youths. Against the Woolfe that angrie Themis sent. To waste and spoile the sweet Aonian fieldes. A monster of fiue hundred thousand heades, Compact of Rapine, Pyracie, and spoile. The Scum of men, the hate and Scourge of God, Raues in Egyptia, and annoyeth vs. My Lord it is the bloody Tamburlaine. A sturdy Felon and a base-bred Thiefe. By murder raised to the Perse an Crowne. That dares controll vs in our Territories. To tame the pride of this presumotuous Beast, Ioine your Arabians with the Souldans power: Let vs vnite our royall bandes in one, And hasten to remooue Damascus siege. It is a blemish to the Maiestie And high estate of mightie Emperours, That such a base vsurping vagabond Should braue a king, or weare a princely crowne. Renowmed Souldane, haue ye lately heard The ouerthrow of mightie Baiazeth, About the confines of Bythinia? The slauerie wherewith he persecutes The noble Turke and his great Emperesse. I haue, and sorrow for his bad successe: But noble Lord of great Arabia, Be so perswaded, that the Souldan is No more dismaide with tidings of his fall, Than in the hauen when the Pilot stands And viewes a strangers ship rent in the winds, And shiuered against a craggie rocke, Yet in compassion of his wretched state, A sacred vow to heauen and him I make, Confirming it with lbis holy name, That Tamburlaine shall rue the day, the hower, Wherein he wrought such ignominious wrong. Vnto the hallowed person of a prince, Or kept the faire zenocrate so long. As Cotubine, I feare to feed his ust. Let griefe and furie hasten on reuenge, Let Tamburlaine for his offences feele Such plagues as heauen and we can poure on him. I long to breake my speare vpon his crest, And prooue the waight of his victorious arme: For Fame I feare hath bene too prodigall: In sounding through the world his partiall praise: Capolin, hast thou suruaid our powers. Great Emperours of Egypt and Arabia. The number of your hostes vnited is, A hundred and fifty thousand horse, Two hundred thousand foot, braue men at armes, Couragious and full of hardinesse: As frolike as the hunters in the chace: Of sauage beastes amid the desart woods. My mind presageth fortunate successe, And tamburlaine, my spirit doth foresee The vtter ruine of thy men and thee. Then reare your standardes, let your sounding Drummes Direct our Souldiers to Damascus walles. Now Tamburlaine, the mightie Souldane comes, And leads with him the great Arabian King. To dim thy basenesse and obscurity. Famous for nothing but for theft and spoile, To race and scatter thy inglorious crue, Of Scythians and slauish Persians.