Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Such a fear (my Lord) would never make ye retire. I would my father would let me be put in the front of such a battle once, to try my valour. What a coil they keep, I believe there will be some hurt done anon amongst them. See now ye slaves, my children stoops your pride And leads your glories sheep-like to the sword. Bring them my boys, and tell me if the wars Be not a life that may illustrate Gods, And tickle not your Spirits with desire Still to be trained in arms and chivalry: Shall we let go these kings again my Lord To gather greater numbers 'gainst our power, That they may say, it is not chance doth this, But matchless strength and magnanimity. No, no Amyras, tempt not Fortune so, Cherish thy valour still with fresh supplies: And glut it not with stale and daunted foes, But where's this coward, villain, not my son, But traitor to my name and majesty. Image of sloth, and and picture of a slave, The obloquy and scorn of my renown, How may my heart, thus fired with mine eyes, Wounded with shame, and killed with discontent, Shroud any thought may hold my striving hands From martial justice on thy wretched soul. Yet pardon him I pray your Majesty. Let all of us entreat your highness pardon Stand up, ye base unworthy soldiers, Know ye not yet the argument of Arms? Good my Lord, let him be forgiven for once, And we will force him to the field hereafter. Stand up my boys, and I will teach ye arms, And what the jealousy of wars must do. O Samarcanda, where I breathed first, And joyed the fire of this martial flesh, Blush, blush fair city, at thine honours foil, And shame of nature with Iaertis stream, Embracing thee with deepest of his love, Can never wash from thy distained brows. Here Ioue, receive his fainting soul again, A Form not meet to give that subject essence, Whose matter is the flesh of Tamburlaine, Wherein an incorporeal spirit moves, Made of the mould whereof of thyself consists. Which makes me valiant, proud, ambitious, Ready to levy power against thy throne, That I might move the turning Spheres of heaven, For earth and all this airy region Cannot contain the state of Tamburlaine. By Mahomet, thy mighty friend I swear, In sending to my issue such a soul, Created of the massy dregs of earth, The scum and tartar of the Elements, Wherein was neither courage, strength or wit, But folly, sloth, and damned idleness: Thou hast procured a greater enemy, Than he that darted mountains at thy head. Shaking the burden mighty Atlas bears: Whereat thou trembling hidest thee in the air. Clothed with a pitchy cloud for being seen. And now ye cankered curs of Asia, That will not see the strength of Tamburlaine, Although it shine as brightly as the Sun. Now you shall feel the strength of Tamburlaine, And by the state of his supremacy, Approve the difference twixt himself and you.
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Such a feare (my Lord) would neuer make yee retire. I would my father would let me be put in the front of such a battaile once, to trie my valour. What a coyle they keepe, I beleeue there will be some hurt done anon amongst them. See now ye slaues, my childrē stoops your pride And leads your glories sheep-like to the sword. Bring them my boyes, and tel me if the warres Be not a life that may illustrate Gods, And tickle not your Spirits with desire Stil to be train'd in armes and chiualry: Shal we let goe these kings again my Lord To gather greater numbers gainst our power, That they may say, it is not chance doth this, But matchlesse strength and magnanimity. No, no Amyras, tempt not Fortune so, Cherish thy valour stil with fresh supplies: And glut it not with stale and daunted foes, But wher's this coward, villaine, not my sonne, But traitor to my name and maiesty. Image of sloth, and and picture of a slaue, The obloquie and skorne of my renowne, How may my hart, thus fired with mine eies, Wounded with shame, and kill'd with discontent, Shrowd any thought may holde my striuing hands From martiall iustice on thy wretched soule. Yet pardon him I pray your Maiesty. Let al of vs intreat your highnesse pardon Stand vp, ye base vnworthy souldiers, Know ye not yet the argument of Armes? Good my Lord, let him be forgiuen for once, And we wil force him to the field hereafter. Stand vp my boyes, and I wil teach ye arms, And what the iealousie of warres must doe. O Samarcanda, where I breathed first, And ioy'd the fire of this martiall flesh, Blush, blush faire citie, at thine honors foile, And shame of nature with Iaertis streame, Embracing thee with deepest of his loue, Can neuer wash from thy distained browes. Here Ioue, receiue his fainting soule againe, A Forme not meet to giue that subiect essence, Whose matter is the flesh of Tamburlain, Wherein an incorporeall spirit mooues, Made of the mould whereof of thy selfe consists. Which makes me valiant, proud, ambitious, Ready to leuie power against thy throne, That I might mooue the turning Spheares of heauē, For earth and al this aery region Cannot containe the state of Tamburlaine. By Mahomet, thy mighty friend I sweare, In sending to my issue such a soule, Created of the massy dregges of earth, The scum and tartar of the Elements, Wherein was neither corrage, strength or wit, But follie, sloth, and damned idlenesse: Thou hast procur'd a greater enemie, Than he that darted mountaines at thy head. Shaking the burthen mighty Atlas beares: Whereat thou trembling hid'st thee in the aire. Cloth'd with a pitchy cloud for being seene. And now ye cankred curres of Asia, That will not see the strength of Tamburlaine, Although it shine as brightly as the Sun. Now you shal feele the strength of Tamburlain, And by the state of his supremacie, Approoue the difference twixt himself and you.