Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.68 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
THus have we marched Northward from Tamburlaine, Unto the frontier point of Soria: And this is Balsera their chiefest hold, Wherein is all the treasure of the land. Then let us bring our light Artillery, Minions, Fauknets, and sakers to the trench, Filling the ditches with the walls wide breach, And enter in, to seize upon the gold: How say ye Soldiers, Shall we not? Yes, my Lord, yes, come let's about it, But stay a while, summon a parley, Drum, It may be they will yield it quietly, Knowing two kings, the friend to Tamburlaine, Stand at the walls, with such a mighty power. What require you my masters? Captain, that thou yield up thy hold to us. To you. Why, do you think me weary of it? Nay Captain, thou art weary of thy life, If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlaine. These pioneers of Argier in Africa, Even in the cannon's face shall raise a hill Of earth and faggots higher than thy Fort, And over thy Argins and covered ways Shall play upon the bulwarks of thy hold Volleys of ordinance till the breach be made, That with his ruin fills up all the trench. And when we enter in, not heaven itself Shall ransom thee, thy wife and family. Captain, these Moores shall cut the leaden pipes, That bring fresh water to thy men and thee, And lie in trench before thy castle walls: That no supply of victual shall come in, Nor issue forth, but they shall die: And therefore Captain, yield it quietly. Were you that are the friends of Tamburlaine Brothers to holy Mahomet himself, I would not yield it: therefore do your worst. Raise mounts, batter, entrench, and undermine, Cut off the water, all convoys that can, Yet I am resolute, and so farewell. pioneers away, and where I stuck the stake, Entrench with those dimensions I prescribed: Cast up the earth towards the castle wall, Which till it may defend you, labour low: And few or none shall perish by their shot. We will my Lord. A hundred horse shall scout about the plains To spy what force comes to relieve the hold. Both we (theridamas) will entrench our men, And with the Iacobs staff measure the height And distance of the castle from the trench, That we may know if our artillery Will carry full point blank unto their walls. Then see the bringing of our ordinance Along the trench into the battery, Where we will have galleons of six foot broad, To save our Canoneers from musket shot, Betwixt which, shall our ordinance thunder forth, And with the breaches fall, smoke, fire, and dust, The crack, the echo and the soldiers cry Make deaf the air, and dim the Crystal Sky. Trumpets and drums, alarum presently, And soldiers play the men, the holds is yours. Come good my Lord, & let us haste from hence Along the cave that leads beyond the foe, No hope is left to save this conquered hold.
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THus haue wee martcht Northwarde from Tamburlaine, Vnto the frontier point of Soria: And this is Balsera their chiefest hold, Wherein is all the treasure of the land. Then let vs bring our light Artilery, Minions, Fauknets, and Sakars to the trench, Filling the ditches with the walles wide breach, And enter in, to seaze vpon the gold: How say ye Souldiers, Shal we not? Yes, my Lord, yes, come lets about it, But stay a while, summon a parle, Drum, It may be they will yeeld it quietly, Knowing two kings, the friend to tamburlain, Stand at the walles, with such a mighty power. What requier you my maisters? Captaine, that thou yeeld vp thy hold to vs. To you. Why, do you thinke me weary of it? Nay Captain, thou art weary of thy life, If thou withstand the friends of Tamburlain. These Pioners of Argier in Affrica, Euen in the caous face shall raise a hill Of earth and fagots higher than thy Fort, And ouer thy Argins and couered waies Shal play vpon the bulwarks of thy hold Volleies of ordinance til the breach be made, That with his ruine fils vp all the trench. And when we enter in, not heauen it selfe Shall ransome thee, thy wife and family. Captaine, these Moores shall cut the leaden pipes, That bring fresh water to thy men and thee, And lie in trench before thy castle walles: That no supply of victuall shall come in, Nor issue foorth, but they shall die: And therefore Captaine, yeeld it quietly. Were you that are the friends of Tamburlain Brothers to holy Mahomet himselfe, I would not yeeld it: therefore doo your worst. Raise mounts, batter, intrench, and vndermine, Cut off the water, all conuoies that can, Yet I am resolute, and so farewell. Pioners away, and where I stuck the stake, Intrench with those dimensions I prescribed: Cast vp the earth towards the castle wall, Which til it may defend you, labour low: And few or none shall perish by their shot. We will my Lord. A hundred horse shall scout about the plaines To spie what force comes to relieue the holde. Both we (theridamas) wil intrench our men, And with the Iacobs staffe measure the height And distance of the castle from the trench, That we may know if our artillery Will carie full point blancke vnto their wals. Then see the bringing of our ordinance Along the trench into the battery, Where we will haue Galions of sixe foot broad, To saue our Cannoniers from musket shot, Betwixt which, shall our ordinance thunder foorth, And with the breaches fall, smoake, fire, and dust, The cracke, the Ecchoe and the souldiers crie Make deafe the aire, and dim the Christall Sky. Trumpets and drums, alarum presently, And souldiers play the men, the holds is yours. Come good my Lord, & let vs haste frō hence Along the caue that leads beyond the foe, No hope is left to saue this conquered hold.