Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.73 · 441 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
THe general welcomes Tamburlaine received, When he arrived last upon our stage, Hath made our Poet pen his second part, Where death cuts off the progress of his pomp. And murderous Fates throws all his triumphs down, But what became of fair Zenocrate, And with how many cities sacrifice He celebrated her said funeral, Himself in presence shall unfold at large. EGregious Viceroys of these Eastern parts Placed by the issue of great Bajazeth: And sacred Lord the mighty Callapin: Who lives in Egypt, prisoner to that slave, Which kept his father in an iron cage: Now have we marched from fair Natolia Two hundred leagues, and on Danubius banks, Our warlike host in complete armour rest, Where Sigismond the king of Hungary Should meet our person to conclude a truce. What? Shall we parley with the Christian? Or cross the stream, and meet him in the field. King of Natolia, let us treat of peace, We all are glutted with the Christians' blood, And have a greater foe to fight against, Proud Tamburlaine, that now in Asia, Near Guyrons head doth set his conquering feet, And means to fire Turkey as he goes: 'gainst him my Lord must you address your power. Besides, king Sigismond hath brought from Christendom, More than his Camp of stout Hungarians, Sclauonians, Almans, Rutters, Muffs, and Danes, That with the halberd, Lance, and murdering Axe, Will hazard that we might with surety hold. Though from the shortest Northern Parallel, Vast Gruntland compassed with the frozen sea, Inhabited with tall and sturdy men, Giants as big as hugy Polypheme: Millions of Soldiers cut the artic line, Bringing the strength of Europe to these Arms. Our Turkey blades shall glide through all their throats, And make this champion mead a bloody Fen, Danubius' stream that runs to Trebizon, Shall carry wrapped within his scarlet waves, As martial presents to our friends at home. The slaughtered bodies of these Christians. The Terrene main wherein Danubius falls, Shall by this battle be the bloody Sea. The wandering Sailors of proud Italy, Shall meet those Christians fleeting with the tide, Beating in heaps against their argosies. And make fair Europe mounted on her bull, Trapped with the wealth and riches of the world, Alight and wear a woeful mourning weed. Yet stout Orcanes, Prorex of the world, Since Tamburlaine hath mustered all his men, Marching from Cairon northward with his camp, To Alexandria, and the frontier towns, Meaning to make a conquest of our land: 'tis requisite to parley for a peace With Sigismond the king of Hungary: And save our forces for the hot assaults Proud Tamburlaine intends Natolia.
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THe generall welcomes Tamburlain receiud, When he arriued last vpon our stage, Hath made our Poet pen his second part▪ Wher death cuts off the progres of his pomp. And murdrous Fates throwes al his triumphs down, But what became of faire Zenocrate, And with how manie cities sacrifice He celebrated her said funerall, Himselfe in presence shal vnfold at large. EGregious Viceroyes of these Eastern parts Plac'd by the issue of great Baiazeth: And sacred Lord the mighty Calapine: Who liues in Egypt, prisoner to that slaue, Which kept his father in an yron cage: Now haue we martcht from faire Natolia Two hundred leagues, and on Danubius banks, Our warlike hoste in compleat armour rest, Where Sigismond the king of Hungary Should meet our person to conclude a truce. What? Shall we parle with the Christian? Or crosse the streame, and meet him in the field. King of Natolia, let vs treat of peace, We all are glutted with the Christians blood, And haue a greater foe to fight against, Proud Tamburlaine, that now in Asia, Neere Guyrons head doth set his conquering feet, And means to fire Turky as he goes: Gainst him my Lord must you addresse your power. Besides, king Sigismond hath brought from Christendome, More then his Camp of stout Hungarians, Sclauonians, Almans, Rutters, Muffes, and Danes, That with the Holbard, Lance, and murthering Axe, Will hazard that we might with surety hold. Though from the shortest Northren Paralell, Vast Gruntland compast with the frozen sea, Inhabited with tall and sturdy men, Gyants as big as hugie Polypheme: Millions of Souldiers cut the Artick line, Bringing the strength of Europe to these Armes. Our Turky blades shal glide through al their throats, And make this champion mead a bloody Fen, Danubius stream that runs to Trebizon, Shall carie wrapt within his scarlet waues, As martiall presents to our friends at home. The slaughtered bodies of these Christians. The Terrene main wherin Danubius fals, Shall by this battell be the bloody Sea. The wandring Sailers of proud Italy, Shall meet those Christians fleeting with the tyde, Be ating in heaps against their Argoses. And make faire Europe mounted on her bull, Trapt with the wealth and riches of the world, Alight and weare a woful mourning weed. Yet stout Orcanes, Prorex of the world, Since Tamburlaine hath mustred all his men, Marching from Cairon northward with his camp, To Alexandria, and the frontier townes, Meanung to make a conquest of our land: Tis requisit to parle for a peace With Sigismond the king of Hungary: And saue our forces for the hot assaults Proud Tamburlaine intends Natolia.