Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
By Cario runs. No talk of running, I tell you sir. A little further, gentle Almeda. Well sir, what of this? By Cario runs to Alexandria Bay, Darotes' streams, wherein at anchor lies A Turkish Galley of my royal fleet, Waiting my coming to the riverside, Hoping by some means I shall be released, Which when I come aboard will hoist up sail, And soon put forth into the Terrene sea: Where twixt the Isles of Cyprus and of Crete, We quickly may in Turkish seas arrive. Then shalt thou see a hundred kings and more Upon their knees, all bid me welcome home. Amongst so many crowns of burnished gold, Choose which thou wilt, all are at thy command, A thousand Galleys manned with Christian slaves I freely give thee, which shall cut the straits, And bring armadoes from the coasts of Spain, Fraughted with gold of rich America: The Grecian virgins shall attend on thee, Skilful in music and in amorous lays: As fair as was Pygmalion's ivory girl, Or lovely Io metamorphosed. With naked; Negroes shall thy coach be drawn, And as thou rid'st in triumph through the streets, The pavement underneath thy chariot wheels With Turkey Carpets shall be covered: And cloth of Arras hung about the walls, Fit objects for thy princely eye to pierce. A hundred Bassoes clothed in crimson silk Shall ride before the on Barbarian Steeds: And when thou goest, a golden canopy Enchased with precious stones, which shine as bright As that fair veil that covers all the world: When Phoebus leaning from his hemisphere, Descendeth downward to th'Antipodes. And more than this, for all I cannot tell. How far hence lies the Galley, say you? Sweet Almeda, scarce half a league from hence. But need we not be spied going aboard? Betwixt the hollow hanging of a hill And crooked bending of a craggy rock, The sails wrapped up, the mast and tacklings down, She lies so close that none can find her out, I like that well: but tell me my Lord, if I should let you go, would you be as good as your word? Shall I be made a king for my labour? As I am Callapine the Emperor, And by the hand of Mahomet I swear, Thou shalt be crowned a king and be my mate, Then here I swear, as I am Almeda, Your Keeper under Tamburlaine the great, (For that's the style and title I have yet) Although he sent a thousand armed men To intercept this haughty enterprise, Yet would I venture to conduct your Grace, And die before I brought you back again. Thanks gentle Almeda, then let us haste, lest time be past, and lingering let us both. When you will my Lord, I am ready,
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By Cario runs. No talke of running, I tell you sir. A litle further, gentle Almeda. Wel sir, what of this? By Cario runs to Alexandria Bay, Darotes streames, wherin at anchor lies A Turkish Gally of my royall fleet, Waiting my comming to the riuer side, Hoping by some means I shall be releast, Which when I come aboord will hoist vp saile, And soon put foorth into the Terrene sea: Where twirt the Ifles of Cyprus and of Creete, We quickly may in Turkish seas arriue. Then shalt thou see a hundred kings and more Vpon their knees, all bid me welcome home. Amongst so mady crownes of burnisht gold, Choose which thou wilt, all are at thy command, A thousand Gallies mann'd with Christian slaues I freely giue thee, which shall cut the straights, And bring Armados from the coasts of Spaine, Fraughted with golde of rich America: The Grecian virgins shall attend on thee, Skilful in musicke and in amorous laies: As faire as was Pigmalions Iuory gyrle, Or louely Io metamorphosed. With naked; Negros shall thy coach be drawen, And as thou rid'st in triumph through the streets, The pauement vnderneath thy chariot wheels With Turky Carpets shall be couered: And cloath of Arras hung about the walles, Fit obiects for thy princely eie to pierce. A hundred Bassoes cloath'd in crimson silk Shall ride before the on Barbarian Steeds: And when thou goest, a golden Canapie Enchac'd with pretious stones, which shine as bright As that faire vail that couers all the world: When Phoebus leaning from his Hemi-Spheare, Discendeth downward to th'Antipodes. And more than this, for all I cannot tell. How far hence lies the Galley, say you? Sweet Almeda, scarse halfe a league from hence. But need we not be spied going aboord? Betwixt the hollow hanging of a hill And crooked bending of a craggy rock, The sailes wrapt vp, the mast and tacklings downe, She lies so close that none can find her out, I like that well: but tel me my Lord, if I should let you goe, would you bee as good as your word? Shall I be made a king for my labour? As I am Callapine the Emperour, And by the hand of Mahomet I sweare, Thou shalt be crown'd a king and be my mate, Then here I sweare, as I am Almeda, Your Keeper vnder Tamburlaine the great, (For that's the style and tytle I haue yet) Although he sent a thousand armed men To intercept this haughty enterprize, Yet would I venture to conduct your Grace, And die before I brought you backe again. Thanks gentle Almeda, then let vs haste, Least time be past, and lingring let vs both. When you will my Lord, I am ready,