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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Thou showest the difference twixt ourselves and thee. In this thy barbarous damned tyranny. Thy victories are grown so violent, That shortly heaven, filled with the meteors Of blood and fire thy tyrannies have made, Will pour down blood and fire on thy head: Whose scalding drops will pierce thy seething brains, And with our bloods, revenge our bloods on thee. villains, these terrors and these tyrannies (If tyrannies wars justice ye repute) I execute, enjoined me from above: To scourge the pride of such as heaven abhors, Nor am I made Arch-monarch of the world, Crowned and invested by the hand of Ioue, For deeds of bounty or nobility: But since I exercise a greater name, The Scourge of God and terror of the world, I must apply myself to fit those terms, In war, in blood, in death, in cruelty, And plague such Peasants as resisting me, The power of heavens eternal majesty. Theridamas, techelles, and Casane, Ransack the tents and the pavilions Of these proud Turks, and take their Concubines. Making them bury this effeminate brat, For not a common Soldier shall defile His manly fingers with so faint a boy. Then bring those Turkish harlots to my tent, And I'll dispose them as it likes me best, meanwhile take him in. We will my Lord. O damned monster, nay a Fiend of Hell, Whose cruelties are not so harsh as thine, Nor yet imposed, with such a bitter hate. Revenge it Radamanth and Aeacus, And let your hates extended in his pains, Expel the hate wherewith he pains our souls. May never day give virtue to his eyes, Whose sight composed of fury and of fire Doth send such stern affections to his heart, May never spirit, vain or artery feed The cursed substance of that cruel heart, But (wanting moisture and remorseful blood) Dry up with anger, and consume with heat. Well, bark ye dogs, I'll bridle all your tongues And bind them close with bits of burnished steel, Down to the channels of your hateful throats, And with the pains my rigour shall inflict, I'll make ye roar, that earth may echo forth The far resounding torments ye sustain, As when an herd of lusty Cymbrian Bulls, Run mourning round about, the Females miss, And stung with fury of their following, Fill all the air with troublous bellowing: I will with Engines, never exercised, Conquer, sack, and utterly consume Your cities and your golden palaces, And with the flames that beat against the clouds Incense the heavens. and make the stars to melt, As if they were the tears of Mahomet For hot consumption of his country's pride: And till by vision, or by speech I hear Immortal Ioue say, Cease my Tamburlaine, I will persist a terror to the world, Making the Meteors, that like armed men Are seen to march upon the towers of heaven, Run tilting round about the firmament, And break their burning Lances in the air, For honour of my wondrous victories. Come bring them in to our Pavilion.
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Thou shewest the difference twixt our selues and thee. In this thy barbarous damned tyranny. Thy victories are growne so violent, That shortly heauen, fild with the meteors Of blood and fire thy tyrannies haue made, Will poure down blood and fire on thy head: Whose scalding drops wil pierce thy seething braines, And with our bloods, reuenge our bloods on thee. Villaines, these terrours and these tyrannies (If tyrannies wars iustice ye repute) I execute, enioin'd me from aboue: To scourge the pride of such as heauen abhors, Nor am I made Arch-monark of the world, Crown'd and inuested by the hand of Ioue, For deeds of bounty or nobility: But since I exercise a greater name, The Scourge of God and terrour of the world, I must apply my selfe to fit those tearnies, In war, in blood, in death, in crueltie, And plague such Pesants as resisting me, The power of heauens eternall maiesty. Theridamas, techelles, and Casane, Ransacke the tents and the pauilions Of these proud Turks, and take their Concubines. Making them burie this effeminate brat, For not a common Souldier shall defile His manly fingers with so faint a boy. Then bring those Turkish harlots to my tent, And Ile dispose them as it likes me best, Meane while take him in. We will my Lord. O damned monster, nay a Feend of Hell, Whose cruelties are not so harsh as thine, Nor yet imposo, with such a bitter hate. Reuenge it Radamanth and Eacus, And let your hates extended in his paines, Expell the hate wherewith he paines our soules. May neuer day giue vertue to his eies, Whose sight composde of furie and of fire Doth send such sterne affections to his heart, May neuer spirit, vaine or Artier feed The cursed substance of that cruel heart, But (wanting moisture and remorsefull blood) Drie vp with anger, and consume with heat. Wel, bark ye dogs, Ile bridle al your tongues And bind them close with bits of burnisht steele, Downe to the channels of your hatefull throats, And with the paines my rigour shall inflict, Ile make ye roare, that earth may eccho foorth The far resounding torments ye sustaine, As when an heard of lusty Cymbrian Buls, Run mourning round about, the Femals misse, And stung with furie of their following, Fill all the aire with troublous bellowing: I will with Engines, neuer exercisde, Conquer, sacke, and vtterly consume Your cities and your golden pallaces, And with the flames that beat against the clowdes Incense the heauens. and make the starres to melt, As if they were the teares of Mahomet For hot consumption of his countries pride: And til by viston, or by speach I heare Immortall Ioue say, Cease my Tamburlaine, I will persist a terrour to the world, Making the Meteors, that like armed men Are seene to march vpon the towers of heauen, Run tilting round about the firmament, And breake their burming Lances in the aire, For honor of my woondrous victories. Come bring them in to our Pauilion.