Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 478 words
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Hell and confusion light upon their heads, That with such treason seek our overthrow, And cares so little for their prophet Christ. Can there be such deceit in Christians, Or treason in the fleshly heart of man, Whose shape is figure of the highest God? Then if there be a Christ, as Christians say, But in their deeds deny him for their Christ: If he be son to everliving Ioue, And hath the power of his outstretched arm, If he be jealous of his name and honour, As is our holy prophet Mahomet, Take here these papers as our sacrifice And witness of thy servants perjury. Open thou shining vail of Cynthia And make a passage from the imperial heaven That he that sits on high and never sleeps, Nor in one place is circumscriptible, But everywhere fills every Continent, With strange infusion of his sacred vigour, May in his endless power and purity Behold and venge this traitor's perjury. Thou Christ that art esteemed omnipotent, If thou wilt prove thyself a perfect God, Worthy the worship of all faithful hearts, Be now revenged upon this traitor's soul, And make the power I have left behind (Too little to defend our guiltless lives) Sufficient to discomfort and confound The trustless force of those false Christians. To arms my Lords, on Christ still let us cry, If there be Christ, we shall have victory. Discomfited is all the Christian host, And God hath thundered vengeance from on high, For my accursed and hateful perjury. O just and dreadful punisher of sin, Let the dishonour of the pains I feel, In this my mortal well deserved wound, End all my penance in my sudden death, And let this death wherein to sin I die, Conceive a second life in endless mercy. Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods, And Christ or Mahomet hath been my friend. See here the perjured traitor Hungary, Bloody and breathless for his villainy. Now shall his barbarous body be a prey To beasts and fowls, and all the winds shall breathe Through shady leaves of every senseless tree, Murmurs and hisses for his heinous sin. Now scalds his soul in the Tartarian streams, And feeds upon the baneful tree of hell, That zoacum, that fruit of bitterness, That in the midst of fire is engrafted, Yet flourisheth as Flora in her pride, With apples like the heads of damned Fiends, The devil's there in chains of quenchless flame, Shall lead his soul through Orcus burning gulfs From pain to pain, whose change shall never end: What sayest thou yet Gazellus to his foil: Which we referred to justice of his Christ, And to his power, which here appears as full As rays of Cynthia to the clearest sight? 'tis but the fortune of the wars my Lord, Whose power is often proved a miracle.
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Hel and confusion light vpon their heads, That with such treason seek our ouerthrow, And cares so litle for their prophet Christ. Can there be such deceit in Christians, Or treason in the fleshly heart of man, Whose shape is figure of the highest God? Then if there be a Christ, as Christians say, But in their deeds deny him for their Christ: If he be son to euerliuing Ioue, And hath the power of his outstretched arme, If he be iealous of his name and honor, As is our holy prophet Mahomet, Take here these papers as our sacrifice And witnesse of thy seruants periury. Open thou shining vaile of Cynthia And make a passage from the imperiall heauen That he that sits on high and neuer sleeps, Nor in one place is circumscriptible, But euery where fils euery Continent, With strange infusion of his sacred vigor, May in his endlesse power and puritie Behold and venge this Traitors periury. Thou Christ that art esteem'd omnipotent, If thou wilt prooue thy selfe a perfect God, Worthy the worship of all faithfull hearts, Be now reueng'd vpon this Traitors soule, And make the power I haue left behind (Too litle to defend our guiltlesse liues) Sufficient to discomfort and confound The trustlesse force of those false Christians. To armes my Lords, on Christ still let vs crie, If there be Christ, we shall haue victorie. Discomfited is all the Christian hoste, And God hath thundered vengeance from on high, For my accurst and hatefull periurie. O iust and dreadfull punisher of sinne, Let the dishonor of the paines I feele, In this my mortall well deserued wound, End all my penance in my sodaine death, And let this death wherein to sinne I die, Conceiue a second life in endlesse mercie. Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods, And Christ or Mahomet hath bene my friend. See here the periur'd traitor Hungary, Bloody and breathlesse for his villany. Now shall his barbarous body be a pray To beasts and foules, and al the winds shall breath Through shady leaues of euery sencelesse tree, Murmures and hisses for his hainous sin. Now scaldes his soule in the Tartarian streames, And feeds vpon the banefull tree of hell, That zoacum, that fruit of bytternesse, That in the midst of fire is ingraft, Yet flourisheth as Flora in her pride, With apples like the heads of damned Feends, The Dyuils there in chaines of quencelesse flame, Shall lead his soule through Orcus burning gulfes From paine to paine, whose change shal neuer end: What saiest thou yet Gazellus to his foile: Which we referd to iustice of his Christ, And to his power, which here appeares as full As raies of Cynthia to the clearest sight? Tis but the fortune of the wars my Lord, Whose power is often proou'd a myracle.