Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 526 words
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NOw hang our bloody colours by Damascus. Reflexing hews of blood upon their heads. While they walk quivering on their city walls, Half dead for fear before they feel my wrath: Then let us freely banquet and carouse Full bowls of wine unto the God of war, That means to fill your helmets full of gold And make Damascus spoils as rich to you, As was to Iason Colchos golden fleece. And now Bajazeth, hast thou any stomach? ay, such a stomach (cruel Tamburlaine) as I could Willingly feed upon thy blood-raw heart. Nay, thine own is easier to come by, pluck out that, And 'twill serve thee and thy wife: Well zenocrate, techelles, and the rest, fall to your victuals. Fall to, and never may your meat digest, Ye Furies that can mask invisible, Dive to the bottom of Auernas pool, And in your hands bring hellish poison up. And squeeze it in the cup of Tamburlaine. Or winged snakes of Lerna cast your stings, And leave your venoms in this tyrant's dish. And may this banquet prove as ominous, As Progne's to th'adulterous Thracian King. That fed upon the substance of his child. My Lord, how can you suffer these outrageous curses By these slaves of yours? To let them see (divine zenocrate) I glory in the curses of my foes. Having the power from the Imperial heaven, To turn them all upon their proper heads. I pray you give them leave Madam, this speech is a goodly refreshing to them. But if his highness would let them be fed, it would do them more good. Sirrah, why fall you not too, are you so daintily brought up, you cannot eat your own flesh? First legions of devils shall tear thee in pieces. Villain, knowest thou to whom thou speakest O let him alone: here, eat sir, take it from my sword's point, or I'll thrust it to thy heart. He stamps it under his feet my Lord. Take it up Villain and eat it, or I will make thee slice the brawns of thy arms into carbonadoes, and eat them. Nay, 'twere better he killed his wife, & then she shall be sure not to be starved, & he be provided for a months victual before hand. Here is my dagger, dispatch her while she is fat, for if she live but a while longer, she will fall into a consumption with fretting, and then she will not be worth the eating. Dost thou think that Mahomet will suffer this 'tis like he will, when he cannot let it. Go to, fall to your meat: what not a bit? belike he hath not been watered today, give him some drink. Fast and welcome sir, while hunger make you eat. How now zenocrate, doth not the Turk and his wife make a goodly show at a banquet? Yes. my Lord. methinks, 'tis a great deal better than a consort of music. Yet music would do well to cheer up zenocrate: pray thee tell, why art thou so sad? If thou wilt have a song, the Turk shall strain his voice: but why is it?
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NOw hang our bloody collours by Damascus. Reflexing hewes of blood vpon their heads. While they walke quiuering on their citie walles, Halfe dead for feare before they feele my wrath: Then let vs freely banquet and carouse Full bowles of wine vnto the God of war, That meanes to fill your helmets full of golde▪ And make Damascus spoiles as rich to you, As was to Iason Colchos golden fleece. And now Baiazeth, hast thou any stomacke? I, such a stomacke (cruel tamburlane) as I could Willingly feed vpon thy blood-raw hart. Nay, thine owne is easier to come by, plucke out that, And twil serue thee and thy wife: Wel zenocrate, techelles, and the rest, fall to your victuals. Fall to, and neuer may your meat digest, Ye Furies that can maske inuisible, Diue to the bottome of Auernas poole, And in your hands bring hellish poison vp. And squease it in the cup of tamburlain. Or winged snakes of Lerna cast your stings, And leaue your venoms in this Tyrants dish. And may this banquet prooue as omenous, As Prognes to th'adulterous Thracian King. That fed vpon the substance of his child. My Lord, how can you suffer these outragious curses By these slaues of yours? To let them see (diuine zenocrate) I glorie in the curses of my foes. Hauing the power frō the Emperiall heauen, To turne them al vpon their proper heades. I pray you giue them leaue Madam, this speech is a goodly refreshing to them. But if his highnesse would let them be fed, it would doe them more good. Sirra, why fall you not too, are you so daintily brought vp, you cannot eat your owne flesh? First legions of deuils shall teare thee in peeces. Villain, knowest thou to whom thou speakest O let him alone: here, eat sir, take it from my swords point, or Ile thrust it to thy heart. He stamps it vnder his feet my Lord. Take it vp Villaine and eat it, or I will make thee slice the brawnes of thy armes into carbonadoes, and eat them. Nay, twere better he kild his wife, & then she shall be sure not to be staru'd, & he be prouided for a moneths victuall before hand. Here is my dagger, dispatch her while she is fat, for if she liue but a while longer, shee will fall into a comsumption with freatting, and then she will not bee woorth the eating. Doost thou think that Mahomet wil suffer this Tis like he wil, when he cannot let it. Go to, fal to your meat: what not a bit? belike he hath not bene watered to day, giue him some drinke. Faste and welcome sir, while hunger make you eat. How now zenocrate, dooth not the Turke and his wife make a goodly showe at a banquet? Yes. my Lord. Me thinks, tis a great deale better than a consort of musicke. Yet musicke woulde doe well to cheere vp zenocrate: pray thee tel, why art thou so sad? If thou wilt haue a song, the Turke shall straine his voice: but why is it?