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 0.68 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
But calls not then your Grace to memory The league we lately made with king Orcanes, Confirmed by oath and Articles of peace, And calling Christ for record of our truths? This should be treachery and violence, Against the grace of our profession. No whit my Lord: for with such Infidels, In whom no faith nor true religion rests, We are not bound to those accomplishments, The holy laws of Christendom enjoin: But as the faith which they profanely plight Is not by necessary policy, To be esteemed assurance for ourselves, So what we vow to them should not infringe Our liberty of arms and victory. Though I confess the oaths they undertake, Breed little strength to our security, Yet those infirmities that thus defame Their faiths, their honours, and their religion, Should not give us presumption to the like, Our faiths are sound, and must be consummated, Religious, righteous, and inviolate. Assure your Grace 'tis superstition To stand so strictly on dispensive faith: And should we lose the opportunity That God hath given to venge our Christians' death And scourge their foul blasphemous Paganism: As fell to Saul, to Balaam and the rest, That would not kill and curse at God's command, So surely will the vengeance of the highest And jealous anger of his fearful arm Be poured with rigour on our sinful heads, If we neglect this offered victory. Then arm my Lords, and issue suddenly, Giving commandment to our general host, With expedition to assail the Pagan, And take the victory our God hath given. GAzellus, Uribassa, and the rest, Now will we march from proud Orminus mount To fair Natolia, where our neighbour kings Expect our power and our royal presence, T'encounter with the cruel Tamburlaine, That nigh Larissa sways a mighty host, And with the thunder of his martial tools Makes Earthquakes in the hearts of men and heaven, And now come we to make his sinews shake, With greater power than erst his pride hath felt, An hundred kings by scores will bid him arms, And hundred thousands subjects to each score: Which if a shower of wounding thunderbolts Should break out off the bowels of the clouds And fall as thick as hail upon our heads, In partial aid of that proud Scythian, Yet should our courages and steeled crests, And numbers more than infinite of men, Be able to withstand and conquer him. methinks I see how glad the christian King Is made, for joy of your admitted truce: That could not but before be terrified: With unacquainted power of our host. Arm dread Sovereign and my noble Lords The treacherous army of the Christians, Taking advantage of your slender power, Comes marching on us, and determines straight, To bid us battle for our dearest lives. Traitors, villains, damned Christians, Have I not here the articles of peace, And solemn covenants we have both confirmed, He by his Christ, and I by Mahomet:
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But cals not then your Grace to memorie The league we lately made with king Orcanes, Confirm'd by oth and Articles of peace, And calling Christ for record of our trueths? This should be treacherie and violence, Against the grace of our profession. No whit my Lord: for with such Infidels, In whom no faith nor true religion rests, We are not bound to those accomplishments, The holy lawés of Christendome inioine: But as the faith which they prophanely plight Is not by necessary pollycy, To be esteem'd assurance for our selues, So what we vow to them shauld not infringe Our liberty of armes and victory. Though I confesse the othes they vndertake, Breed litle strength to out securitie, Yet those infirmities that thus defame Their faiths, their honors, and their religion, Should not giue vs presumption to the like, Our faiths are sound, and must be consumate, Religious, righteous, and inuiolate. Assure your Grace tis superstition To stand so strictly on dispensiue faith: And should we lose the opportunity That God hath giuen to venge our Christians death And scourge their foule blasphemous Paganisme: As fell to Saule, to Balaam and the rest, That would not kill and curse at Gods command, So surely will the vengeance of the highest And iealous anger of his fearefull arme Be pour'd with rigour on our sinfull heads, If we neglect this offered victory. Then arme my Lords, and issue sodainly, Giuing commandement to our generall hoste, With expedition to assaile the Pagan, And take the victorie our God hath giuen. GAzellus, Vribassa, and the rest, Now will we march from proud Orminus mount To faire Natolia, where our neighbour kings Expect our power and our royall presence, T'incounter with the cruell tamburlain, That nigh Larissa swaies a mighty hoste, And with the thunder of his martial tooles Makes Earthquakes in the hearts of men and heauen, And now come we to make his sinowes shake, With greater power than erst his pride hath felt, An hundred kings by scores wil bid him armes, And hundred thousands subiects to each score: Which if a shower of wounding thunderbolts Should breake out off the bowels of the clowdes And fall as thick as haile vpon our heads, In partiall aid of that proud Scythian, Yet should our courages and steeled crestes, And numbers more than infinit of men, Be able to withstand and conquer him. Me thinks I see how glad the christian King Is made, for ioy of your admitted truce: That could not but before be terrified: With vnacquainted power of our hoste. Arme dread Soueraign and my noble Lords The treacherous army of the Christians, Taking aduantage of your slender power, Comes marching on vs, and determines straight, To bid vs battaile for our dearest liues. Traitors, villaines, damned Christians, Haue I not here the articles of peace, And solemne couenants we haue both confirm'd, He by his Christ, and I by Mahomet: