Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla typicality 0.81 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
No breath nor sense, nor motion in them both Ah Madam, this their slavery hath enforced, And ruthless cruelty of Tamburlaine. Earth cast up fountains from thy entrails, And wet thy cheeks for their untimely deaths: Shake with their weight in sign of fear & grief: Blush heaven, that gave them honour at their birth, And let them die a death so barbarous. Those that are proud of fickle Empery, And place their chiefest good in earthly pomp: Behold the Turk and his great Empress. Ah tamburlaine, my love, sweet tamburlaine, That fights for Sceptres and for slippery crowns, Behold the Turk and his great Empress, Thou that in conduct of thy happy stars, Sleep'st every night with conquest on thy brows, And yet wouldst shun the wavering turns of war, In fear and feeling of the like distress, Behold the Turk and his great Empress. Ah mighty Ioue and holy Mahomet, Pardon my Love, oh pardon his contempt, Of earthly fortune, and respect of pity, And let not conquest ruthlessly pursued Be equally against his life incensed, In this great Turk and hapless Empress. And pardon me that was not moved with ruth, To see them live so long in misery: Ah what may chance to thee zenocrate? Madam content yourself and be resolved, Your Love hath fortune so at his command, That she shall stay and turn her wheel no more, As long as life maintains his mighty arm, That fights for honour to adorn your head. What other heavy news now brings Philemus? Madam, your father and th' Arabian king, The first affecter of your excellence, Comes now as Turnus 'gainst Aeneas did. Armed with lance into the Egyptian fields, Ready for battle 'gainst my Lord the King. Now shame and duty, love and fear presents A thousand sorrows to my martyred soul: Whom should I wish the fatal victory, When my poor pleasures are divided thus, And racked by duty from my cursed heart: My father and my first betrothed love, Must fight against my life and present love: Wherein the change I use condemns my faith, And makes my deeds infamous through the world. But as the Gods to end the Trojans toil, Prevented Turnus of Lavinia. And fatally enriched Aeneas' love. So for a final Issue to my griefs, To pacify my country and my love, Must Tamburlaine by their resistless powers, With virtue of a gentle victory, Conclude a league of honour to my hope, Then as the powers divine have preordained, With happy safety of my father's life, Send like defence of fair Arabia. What cursed power guides the murdering hands, Of this infamous Tyrants soldiers. That no escape may save their enemies: Nor fortune keep themselves from victory. Lie down Arabia, wounded to the death, And let Zenocrate's fair eyes behold That as for her thou bear'st these wretched arms. even so for her thou diest in these arms: Leaving thy blood for witness of thy love.
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No breath nor sence, nor motion in them both Ah Madam, this their slauery hath Enforc'd, And ruthlesse cruelty of Tamburlaine. Earth cast vp fountaines from thy entralles, And wet thy cheeks for their vntimely deathes: Shake with their waight in signe of feare & griefe: Blush heauen, that gaue them honor at their birth, And let them die a death so barbarous. Those that are proud of fickle Empery, And place their chiefest good in earthly pompe: Behold the Turke and his great Emperesse. Ah tamburlaine, my loue, sweet tamburlaine, That fights for Scepters and for slippery crownes, Behold the Turk and his great Emperesse, Thou that in conduct of thy happy stars, Sleep'st euery night with conquest on thy browes, And yet wouldst shun the wauering turnes of war, In feare and feeling of the like distresse, Behold the Turke and his great Emperesse. Ah myghty Ioue and holy Mahomet, Pardon my Loue, oh pardon his contempt, Of earthly fortune, and respect of pitie, And let not conquest ruthlesly pursewde Be equally against his life incenst, In this great Turk and haplesse Emperesse. And pardon me that was not moou'd with ruthe, To see them liue so long in misery: Ah what may chance to thee zenocrate? Madam content your self and be resolu'd, Your Loue hath fortune so at his command, That she shall stay and turne her wheele no more, As long as life maintaines his mighty arme, That fights for honor to adorne your head. What other heauie news now brings Philemus? Madam, your father and th' Arabian king, The first affecter of your excellence, Comes now as Turnus gainst Eneas did. Armed with lance into the Egyptian fields, Ready for battaile gainst my Lord the King. Now shame and duty, loue and feare presents A thousand sorrowes to my martyred soule: Whom should I wish the fatall victory, When my poore pleasures are deuided thus, And rackt by dutie from my cursed heart: My father and my first betrothed loue, Must fight against my life and present loue: Wherin the change I vse condemns my faith, And makes my deeds infamous through the world. But as the Gods to end the Troyans toile, Preuent'd Turnus of Lauinia. And fatally enricht Eneas loue. So for a finall Issue to my griefes, To pacifie my countrie and my loue, Must Tamburlaine by their resistlesse powers, With vertue of a gentle victorie, Conclude a league of honor to my hope, Then as the powers deuine haue preordainde, With happy safty of my fathers life, Send like defence of faire Arabia. What cursed power guides the murthering hands, Of this infamous Tyrants souldiers. That no escape may saue their enemies: Nor fortune keep them selues from victory. Lye down Arabia, wounded to the death, And let Zenocrates faire eies beholde That as for her thou bearst these wretched armes. Euen so for her thou diest in these armes: Leauing thy blood for witnesse of thy loue.