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 0.74 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Well sirs, diet yourselves, you know I shall have occasion shortly to journey you. See father, how Almeda the jailor looks upon us. Villain, traitor, damned fugitive, I'll make thee wish the earth had swallowed thee: Seest thou not death within my wrathful looks. Go villain, cast thee headlong from a rock, Or rip thy bowels, and rend out thy heart, T'appease my wrath, or else I'll torture thee, Searing thy hateful flesh with burning irons, And drops of scalding lead, while all thy joints Be racked and beat asunder with the wheel, For if thou livest, not any Element Shall shroud thee from the wrath of tamburlaine Well, in despite of thee he shall be king: Come Almeda, receive this crown of me, I here invest thee king of Ariadan, Bordering on Mare Roso near to Mecca. What, take it man. Good my Lord, let me take it. Dost thou ask him leave: here, take it. Go too sirrah, take your crown, and make up the half dozen. So sirrah, now you are a king you must give arms. So he shall, and we are thy head in his Scutcheon: No, let him hang a bunch of keys on his standard, to put him in remembrance he was a jailor, that when I take him, I may knock out his brains with them, and lock you in the stable, when you shall come sweating from my chariot. Away, let us to the field, that the villain may be slain. Sirrah, prepare whips, and bring my chariot to my Tent: For as soon as the battle is done, I'll ride in triumph through the Camp. How now ye petty kings, lo, here are Bugs Will make the hair stand upright on your heads, And cast your crowns in slavery at their feet. Welcome theridamas and techelles both, See ye this rout, and know ye this same king: ay, my Lord, he was Calapine's keeper. Well, now you see he is a king, look to him theridamas, when we are fighting, lest he hide his crown as the foolish king of Persia did. No Tamburlaine, he shall not be put to that Exigent, I warrant thee. You know not sir: But now my followers and my loving friends, Fight as you ever did, like Conquerors, The glory of this happy day is yours: My stern aspect shall make fair Victory, Hovering betwixt our armies, light on me, loaden with Laurel wreaths to crown us all. I smile to think, how when this field is fought, And rich Natolia ours, our men shall sweat With caring pearl and treasure on their backs, You shall be princes all immediately: Come fight ye Turks, or yield us victory. No, we will meet thee slavish Tamburlaine. NOw in their glories shine the golden crowns Of these proud Turks, much like so many suns That half dismay the majesty of heaven: Now brother follow we our father's sword, That flies with fury swifter than our thoughts, And cuts down armies with his conquering wings,
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Wel sirs, diet your selues, you knowe I shall haue occasion shortly to iourney you. See father, how Almeda the Iaylor lookes vpon vs. Villaine, traitor, damned fugitiue, Ile make thee wish the earth had swallowed thee: Seest thou not death within my wrathfull looks. Goe villaine, cast thee headlong from a rock, Or rip thy bowels, and rend out thy heart, T'appease my wrath, or els Ile torture thee, Searing thy hatefull flesh with burning yrons, And drops of scalding lead, while all thy ioints Be rackt and beat asunder with the wheele, For if thou liuest, not any Element Shal shrowde thee from the wrath of tamburlaine Wel, in despight of thee he shall be king: Come Almeda, receiue this crowne of me, I here inuest thee king of Ariadan, Bordering on Mare Roso neere to Meca. What, take it man. Good my Lord, let me take it. Doost thou aske him leaue: Hēre, take it. Go too sirha, take your crown, and make vp the halfe dozen. So sirha, now you are a king you must giue armes. So he shal, and we are thy head in his Scutchion: No, let him hang a bunch of keies on his standerd, to put him in remembrance he was a Iailor, that when I take him, I may knocke out his braines with them, and lock you in the stable, when you shall come sweating from my chariot. Away, let vs to the field, that the villaine may be slaine. Sirha, prepare whips, and bring my chariot to my Tent: For as soone as the battaile is done, Ile ride in triumph through the Camp. How now ye pety kings, loe, here are Bugges Wil make the haire stand vpright on your heads, And cast your crownes in slauery at their feet. Welcome theridamas and techelles both, See ye this rout, and know ye this same king: I, my Lord, he was Calapines keeper. Wel, now you see hee is a king, looke to him theridamas, when we are fighting, least hee hide his crowne as the foolish king of Persea did. No Tamburlaine, hee shall not be put to that Exigent, I warrant thee. You knowe not sir: But now my followers and my louing friends, Fight as you euer did, like Conquerours, The glorie of this happy day is yours: My sterne aspect shall make faire Victory, Houering betwixt our armies, light on me, Loden with Lawrell wreathes to crowne vs all. I smile to think, how when this field is fought, And rich Natolia ours, our men shall sweat With carrieng pearle and treasure on their backes, You shall be princes all immediatly: Come fight ye Turks, or yeeld vs victory. No, we wil meet thee slauish tāburlain. NOw in their glories shine the golden crownes Of these proud Turks, much like so many suns That halfe dismay the maiesty of heauen: Now brother follow we our fathers sword, That flies with fury swifter than our thoughts, And cuts down armies with his conquerings wings,