Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Ah good my Lord be patient, she is dead, And all this raging cannot make her live, If words might serve, our voice hath rent the air, If tears, our eyes have watered all the earth: If grief, our murdered hearts have strained forth blood Nothing prevails, for she is dead my Lord. For she is dead: thy words do pierce my soul Ah sweet theridamas, say so no more, Though she be dead, yet let me think she lives, And feed my mind that dies for want of her: Where ere her soul be, thou shalt stay with me Embalmed with Cassia, Amber Greece and Myrrh, Not leapt in lead but in a sheet of gold, And till I die thou shalt not be interred. Then in as rich a tomb as Mausolus, We both will rest and have one Epitaph Writ in as many several languages, As I have conquered kingdoms with my sword, This cursed town will I consume with fire, Because this place bereft me of my Love: The houses burnt, will look as if they mourned And here will I set up her stature, And march about it with my mourning camp, Drooping and pining for zenocrate. CAlepinus Cyricelibes, otherwise Cybelius, son and successive heir to the late mighty Emperor Bajazeth, by the aid of God and his friend Mahomet, Emperor of Natolia, Ierusalem, Trebizon, Soria, Amasia, Thracia, Illyria, Carmonia And all the hundred and thirty Kingdoms late contributory to his mighty father. Long live Callepinus, Emperor of Turkey. Thrice worthy kings of Natolia, and the rest, I will requite your royal gratitudes With all the benefits my Empire yields: And were the sinews of th'imperial seat So knit and strengthened, as when Bajazeth My royal Lord and father filled the throne, Whose cursed fate hath so dismembered it, Then should you see this Thief of Scythia, This proud usurping king of Persia, Do us such honour and supremacy, Bearing the vengeance of our father's wrongs, As all the world should blot our dignities Out of the book of base born infamies. And now I doubt not but your royal cares Hath so provided for this cursed foe, That since the heir of mighty Bajazeth (An Emperor so honoured for his virtues) Revives the spirits of true Turkish hearts, In grievous memory of his father's shame, We shall not need to nourish any doubt, But that proud Fortune, who hath followed long The martial sword of mighty Tamburlaine, Will now retain her old inconstancy, And raise our honours to as high a pitch In this our strong and fortunate encounter, For so hath heaven provided my escape, From all the cruelty my soul sustained, By this my friendly keeper's happy means, That Ioue sur charged with pity of our wrongs, Will pour it down in showers on our heads: Scourging the pride of cursed Tamburlaine.
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Ah good my Lord be patient, she is dead, And all this raging cannot make her liue, If woords might serue, our voice hath rent the aire, If teares, our eies haue watered all the earth: If griefe, our murthered harts haue straind forth blood Nothing preuailes, for she is dead my Lord. For she is dead: thy words doo pierce my soule Ah sweet theridamas, say so no more, Though she be dead, yet let me think she liues, And feed my mind that dies for want of her: Where ere her soule be, thou shalt stay with me Embalm'd with Cassia, Amber Greece and Myrre, Not lapt in lead but in a sheet of gold, And till I die thou shalt not be interrd. Then in as rich a tombe as Mausolus, We both will rest and haue one Epitaph Writ in as many seuerall languages, As I haue conquered kingdomes with my sword, This cursed towne will I consume with fire, Because this place bereft me of my Loue: The houses burnt, wil looke as if they mourn'd And here will I set vp her stature, And martch about it with my mourning campe, Drooping and pining for zenocrate. CAlepinus Cyricelibes, otherwise Cybelius, son and successiue heire to the late mighty Emperour Baiazeth, by the aid of God and his friend Mahomet, Emperour of Natolia, Ierusalem, Trebizon, Soria, Amasia, Thracia, Illyria, Carmonia And al the hundred and thirty Kingdomes late contributory to his mighty father. Long liue Callepinus, Emperour of Turky. Thrice worthy kings of Natolia, and the rest, I will requite your royall gratitudes With all the benefits my Empire yeelds: And were the sinowes of th'imperiall seat So knit and strengthned, as when Baiazeth My royall Lord and father fild the throne, Whose cursed fate hath so dismembred it, Then should you see this Thiefe of Scythia, This proud vsurping king of Persea, Do vs such honor and supremacie, Bearing the vengeance of our fathers wrongs, As all the world should blot our dignities Out of the booke of base borne infamies. And now I doubt not but your royall cares Hath so prouided for this cursed foe, That since the heire of mighty Baiazeth (An Emperour so honoured for his vertues) Reuiues the spirits of true Turkish heartes, In grieuous memorie of his fathers shame, We shall not need to nourish any doubt, But that proud Fortune, who hath followed long The martiall sword of mighty Tamburlaine, Will now retaine her olde inconstancie, And raise our honors to as high a pitch In this our strong and fortunate encounter, For so hath heauen prouided my escape, From al the crueltie my soule sustaind, By this my friendly keepers happy meanes, That Ioue sur char dg'd with pity of our wrongs, Will poure it downe in showers on our heads: Scourging the pride of cursed tamburlain.