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 · 574 words
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That will we chiefly see unto, theridamas. For sweet zenocrate, whose worthiness Deserves a conquest over every heart: And now my footstool, if I lose the field, You hope of liberty and restitution: Here let him stay my masters from the tents, Till we have made us ready for the field. Pray for us Bajazeth, we are going. Go, never to return with victory: Millions of men encompass thee about. And gore thy body with as many wounds, Sharp forked arrows light upon thy horse: Furies from the black Cocytus lake, Break up the earth, and with their firebrands, Enforce thee run upon the baneful pikes. Volleys of shot pierce through thy charmed Skin. And every bullet dipped in poisoned drugs, Or roaring Cannons sever all thy joints. Making thee mount as high as Eagles soar. Let all the swords and Lances in the field, Stick in his breast, as in their proper rooms, At every poor let blood come dropping forth. That lingering pains may massacre his heart. And madness send his damned soul to hell. Ah fair zabina, we may curse his power, The heavens may frown, the earth for anger quake, But such a Star hath influence in his sword, As rules the Skies, and countermands the Gods, More than Cimmerian Styx or destiny: And then shall we in this detested guise, With shame, with hunger, and with horror aye Griping our bowels with retorqued thoughts, And have no hope to end our ecstasies. Then is there left no Mahomet, no God, No Fiend, no Fortune, nor no hope of end? To our infamous monstrous slaveries: Gape earth, and let the Fiends infernal view, As hell, as hopeless and as full of fear As are the blasted banks of Erebus: Where shaking ghosts with ever howling groans, Hover about the ugly ferry-man, to get a passage to elysian why should we live, O wretches, beggars slaves Why live we Bajazeth, and build up nests, So high within the region of the air, By living long in this oppression, That all the world will see and laugh to scorn. The former triumphs of our mightiness, In this obscure infernal servitude: O life more loathsome to my vexed thoughts, Than noisome parbreak of the Stygian Snakes, Which fills the nooks of Hell with standing air, Infecting all the Ghosts with cureless griefs: O dreary Engines of my loathed sight, That sees my crown, my honour and my name, Thrust under yoke and thraldom of a thief. Why feed ye still on days accursed beams, And sink not quite into my tortured soul. You see my wife, my Queen and Empress, Brought up and propped by the hand of fame, Queen of fifteen contributory Queens, Now thrown to rooms of black abjection, Smeared with blots of basest drudgery: And Villainess to shame, disdain, and misery: Accursed Bajazeth, whose words of ruth, That would with pity cheer Zabina's heart: And make our souls resolve in ceaseless tears, Sharp hunger bites upon and gripes the root: From whence the issues of my thoughts do break, O poor zabina, O my Queen, my Queen, Fetch me some water for my burning breast, To cool and comfort me with longer date, That in the shortened sequel of my life, I may pour forth my soul into thine arms, With words of love: whose moaning intercourse Hath hitherto been stayed, with wrath and hate Of our expressless band inflictions:
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That will we chiefly see vnto, theridamas. For sweet zenocrate, whose worthinesse Deserues a conquest ouer euery hart: And now my footstoole, if I loose the field, You hope of libertie and restitution: Here let him stay my maysters from the tents, Till we haue made vs ready for the field. Pray for vs Baiazeth, we are going. Go, neuer to returne with victorie: Millions of men encompasse thee about. And gore thy body with as many wounds, Sharpe forked arrowes light vpon thy horse: Furies from the blacke Cocitus lake, Breake vp the earth, and with their firebrands, Enforce thee run vpon the banefull pikes. Volleyes of shot pierce through thy charmed Skin. And euery bullet dipt in poisoned drugs, Or roaring Cannons seuer all thy ioints. Making thee mount as high as Eagles soare. Let all the swords and Lances in the field, Stick in his breast, as in their proper roomes, At euery pore let blood comme dropping foorth. That lingring paines may massacre his heart. And madnesse send his danmed soule to hell. Ah faire zabina, we may curse his power, The heauens may frowne, the earth for anger quake, But such a Star hath influence in his sword, As rules the Skies, and countermands the Gods, More than Cymerian Stix or Distinie: And then shall we in this detested guyse, With shame, with hungar, and with horror aie Griping our bowels with retorqued thoughtes, And haue no hope to end our extasies. Then is there left no Mahomet, no God, No Feend, no Fortune, nor no hope of end? To our infamous monstrous slaueries: Gape earth, and let the Feends infernall view, As hell, as hoplesse and as full of feare As are the blasted banks of Erebus: Where shaking ghosts with euer howling grones, Houer about the vgly Ferriman, to get a passage to Elisiā why should we liue, O wretches, beggars slaues Why liue we Baiazeth, and build vp neasts, So high within the region of the aire, By liuing long in this oppression, That all the world will see and laugh to scorne. The former triumphes of our mightines, In this obscure infernall seruitude: O life more loathsome to my vexed thoughts, Than noisome parbreak of the Stygian Snakes, Which fils the nookes of Hell with standing aire, Infecting all the Ghosts with curelesse griefs: O dreary Engines of my loathed sight, That sees my crowne, my honor and my name, Thrust vnder yoke and thraldom of a thiefe. Why feed ye still on daies accursed beams, And sink not quite into my tortur'd soule. You see my wife, my Queene and Emperesse, Brought vp and propped by the hand of fame, Queen of fifteene contributory Queens, Now throwen to roomes of blacke abiection, Smear'd with blots of basest drudgery: And Villanesse to shame, disdaine, and misery: Accursed Baiazeth, whose words of ruth, That would with pity chear zabinas heart: And make our soules resolue in ceasles teares, Sharp hunger bites vpon and gripes the root: From whence the issues of my thoughts doe breake, O poore zabina, O my Queen, my Queen, Fetch me some water for my burning breast, To coole and comfort me with longer date, That in the shortned sequel of my life, I may poure foorth my soule into thine armes, With words of loue: whose moaning entercourse Hath hetherto bin staid, with wrath and hate Of our expreslesse band inflictions: