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 0.75 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Well said Theridamas, when holy Fates Shall stablish me in strong Egyptia. We mean to travail to th'Antarctic Pole, Conquering the people underneath our feet. And be renowned, as never Emperors were. zenocrate, I will not crown thee yet, Until with greater honours I be graced. still doth this man or rather God of war, Batter our walls, and beat our Turrets down And to resist with longer stubborness, Or hope of rescue from the soldan's power, Were but to bring our wilful overthrow, And make us desperate of our threatened lives: We see his tents have now been altered, With terrors to the last and cruelest hue: His coal-black colours everywhere advanced, Threaten our city with a general spoil: And if we should with common rites of Arms, Offer our safeties to his clemency, I fear the custom proper to his sword, Which he observes as parcel of his fame: Intending so to terrify the world, By any innovation or remorse, Will never be dispensed with till our deaths, Therefore, for these our harmless virgins sakes, Whose honours and whose lives rely on him: Let us have hope that their unspotted prayers Their blubbered cheeks and hearty humble moans Will melt his fury into some remorse: And use us like a loving Conqueror. If humble suits or imprecations, (uttered with tears of wretchedness and blood, Shed from the heads and hearts of all our Sex. Some made your wives, and some your children) Might have entreated your obdurate breasts. To entertain some care of our securities. Whiles only danger beat upon our walls, These more than dangerous warrants of our death Had never been erected as they be, Nor you depend on such weak helps as we Well, lovely Virgins, think our countries care Our love of honour loath to be enthralled To foreign powers, and rough imperious yokes: Would not with too much cowardice or fear, Before all hope of rescue were denied, Submit yourselves and us to servitude. Therefore in that your safeties and our own Your honours, liberties and lives were weighed In equal care and balance with our own, Endure as we the malice of our stars. The wrath of Tamburlaine, and power of wars. Or be the means the overweighing heavens Have kept to qualify these hot extremes. And bring us pardon in your cheerful looks. Then here before the majesty of heaven, And holy patrons of Egyptia, With knees and hearts submissive we entreat, Grace to our words and pity to our looks That this device may prove propitious, And through the eyes and ears of tamburlaine, Convey events of mercy to his heart: Grant that these signs of victory we yield May bind the temples of his conquering head, To hide the folded furrows of his brows, And shadow his displeased countenance, With happy looks of ruth and lenity, Leave us my Lord, and loving countrymen, What simple Virgins may persuade, we will. Farewell (sweet Virgins) on whose safe return Depends our city, liberty, and lives.
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Wel said Theridamas, when holy Fates Shall stablish me in strong Egyptia. We meane to traueile to th'Antatique Pole, Conquering the people vnderneath our feet. And be renowm'd, as neuer Emperours were. zenocrate, I will not crowne thee yet, Vntil with greater honors I be grac'd. STil doth this man or rather God of war, Battr our walles, and beat our Turrets downe And to resist with longer stubbornesse, Or hope of rescue from the Souldans power, Were but to bring our wilfull ouerthrow, And make vs desperate of our threatned liues: We see his tents haue now bene altered, With terrours to the last and cruelst hew: His cole-blacke collours euery where aduaunst, Threaten our citie with a generall spoile: And if we should with common rites of Armes, Offer our safeties to his clemencie, I feare the custome proper to his sword, Which he obserues as parcell of his fame: Intending so to terrifie the world, By any innouation or remorse, Will neuer be dispenc'd with til our deaths, Therfore, for these our harmlesse virgines sakes, Whose honors and whose liues relie on him: Let vs haue hope that their vnspotted praiers Their blubbered cheekes and hartie humble mones Will melt his furie into some remorse: And vse vs like a louing Conquerour. If humble suites or imprecations, (vttered with teares of wretchednesse and blood, Shead from the heads and hearts of all our Sex. Some made your wiues, and some your children) Might haue intreated your obdurate breasts. To entertaine some care of our securities. Whiles only danger beat vpon our walles, These more than dangerous warrants of our deat Had neuer bene erected as they bee, Nor you depend on such weake helps as we Wel, louely Virgins, think our counts care Our loue of honor loth to be enthral'd To forraine powers, and rough imperious yokes: Would not with too much cowardize or feare, Before all hope of rescue were denied, Submit your selues and vs to seruitude. Therefore in that your safeties and our owne Your honors, liberties and liues were weigh'd In equall care and ballance with our owne, Endure as we the malice of our stars. The wrath of Tamburlain, and power of warres. Or be the means the ouerweighing heauens Haue kept to quallifie these hot extreames. And bring vs pardon in your chearfull lookes. Then here before the maiesty of heauen, And holy Patrones of Egyptia, With knees and hearts submissiue we intreate, Grace to our words and pitie to our lookes That this deuise may prooue propitious, And through the eies and eares of tamburlaine, Conuey euents of mercie to his heart: Graunt that these signes of victorie we yeeld May bind the temples of his conquering head, To hide the folded furrowes of his browes, And shadow his displeased countenance, With happy looks of ruthe and lenity, Leaue vs my Lord, and louing countrimen, What simple Virgins may perswade, we will. Garewell (sweet Virgins) on whose safe return Depends our citie, libertie, and liues.