Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 472 words
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Too dear a witness for such love my Lord, Behold Zenocrate, the cursed object Whose Fortunes never mastered her griefs: Behold her wounded in conceit for thee, As much as thy fair body is for me. Then shall I die with full contented heart, Having beheld divine Zenocrate, Whose sight with joy would take away my life, As now it bringeth sweetness to my wound, If I had not been wounded as I am. Ah that the deadly pangs I suffer now, Would lend an hours license to my tongue: To make discourse of some sweet accidents Have chanced thy merits in this worthless bondage. And that I might be privy to the state, Of thy deserved contentment and thy love: But making now a virtue of thy sight, To drive all sorrow from my fainting soul: Since Death denies me further cause of joy. Deprived of care, my heart with comfort dies. Since thy desired hand shall close mine eyes. Come happy Father of Zenocrate, A title higher than thy soldan's name: Though my right hand have thus enthralled thee Thy princely daughter here shall set thee free. She that hath calmed the fury of my sword. Which had ere this been bathed in streams of blood, As vast and deep as Euphrates or Nile. O sight thrice welcome to my joyful soul. To see the king my Father issue safe, From dangerous battle of my conquering Love. Well met my only dear Zenocrate, Though with the loss of Egypt and my Crown. 'twas I my lord that got the victory, And therefore grieve not at your overthrow. Since I shall render all into your hands. And ad more strength to your dominions Then ever yet confirmed th'Egyptian Crown. The God of war resigns his room to me, Meaning to make me General of the world, Ioue viewing me in arms, looks pale and wan, Fearing my power should pull him from his throne, Where ere I come the fatal sister's sweat, And grisly death by running to and fro, To do their ceaseless homage to my sword: And here in Afrique where it seldom rains, Since I arrived with my triumphant host, Have swelling clouds drawn from wide gasping wounds. been oft resolved in bloody purple showers, A meteor that might terrify the earth, And make it quake at every drop it drinks: Millions of souls sit on the banks of Tamburlaine, Waiting the back return of Charon's boat, Hell and Elysian swarm with ghosts of men, That I have sent from sundry foughten fields. To spread my fame through hell and up to heaven: And see my Lord, a sight of strange import, Emperors and kings lie breathless at my feet, The Turk and his great Empress as it seems, Left to themselves while we were at the fight.
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Too deare a witnesse for such loue my Lord, Behold Zenocrate, the cursed obiect Whose Fortunes neuer mastered her griefs: Behold her wounded in conceit for thee, As much as thy faire body is for me. Then shal I die with full contented heart, Hauing beheld deuine Zenocrate, Whose sight with ioy would take away my life, As now it bringeth sweetnesse to my wound, If I had not bin wounded as I am. Ah that the deadly panges I suffer now, Would lend an howers license to my tongue: To make discourse of some sweet accidents Haue chanc'd thy merits in this worthles bondage. And that I might be priuy to the state, Of thy deseru'd contentment and thy loue: But making now a vertue of thy sight, To driue all sorrow from my fainting soule: Since Death denies me further cause of ioy. Depriu'd of care, my heart with comfort dies. Since thy desired hand shall close mine eies. Come happy Father of Zenocrate, A title higher than thy Souldans name: Though my right hand haue thus enthralled thee Thy princely daughter here shall set thee free. She that hath calmde the furie of my sword. Which had ere this bin bathde in streames of blood, As vast and deep as Euphrates or Nile. O sight thrice welcome to my ioiful soule. To see the king my Father issue safe, From dangerous battel of my conguering Loue. Wel met my only deare Zenocrate, Though with the losse of Egypt and my Crown. Twas I my lord that gat the victory, And therfore grieue not at your ouerthrow. Since I shall render all into your hands. And ad more strength to your dominions Then euer yet confirm'd th'Egyptian Crown. The God of war resignes his roume to me, Meaning to make me Generall of the world, Ioue viewing me in armes, lookes pale and wan, Fearing my power should pull him from his throne, Where ere I come the fatall sisters sweat, And griesly death by running to and fro, To doo their ceassles homag to my sword: And here in Affrick where it seldom raines, Since I arriu'd with my triumphat hoste, Haue swelling cloudes drawen from wide gasping woundes. Bene oft resolu'd in bloody purple showers, A meteor that might terrify the earth, And make it quake at euery drop it drinks: Millions of soules sit on the bankes of Styx, Waiting the back returne of Charons boat, Hell and Elisian swarme with ghosts of men, That I haue sent from sundry foughten fields. To spread my fame through hell and vp to heauen: And see my Lord, a sight of strange import, Emperours and kings lie breathlesse at my feet, The Turk and his great Emperesse as it seems, Left to themselues while we were at the fight.