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 0.78 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
And now themselves shall make our Pageant, And common soldiers jest with all their trulls, Let them take pleasure soundly in their spoils, Till we prepare our march to Babylon, Whether we next make expedition. Let us not be idle than my Lord, But presently be priest to conquer it. We will techelles, forward than ye jades: Now crouch ye kings of greatest Asia, And tremble when ye hear this Scourge will come, That whips down cities, and controlleth crowns, Adding their wealth and treasure to my store, The Euxine sea North to Natolia, The Terrene west, the Caspian north north-east, And on the south Senus Arabicus. Shall all be loaden with the martial spoils We will convey with us to Persia. Then shall my native city Samarcanda And crystal waves of fresh Iaertis stream, The pride and beauty of her princely seat, Be famous through the furthest continents, For there my Palace royal shall be placed: Whose shining Turrets shall dismay the heavens, And cast the fame of Ilion's Tower to hell. Thorough the streets with troops of conquered kings, I'll ride in golden armour like the Sun, And in my helm a triple plume shall spring, Spangled with Diamonds dancing in the air, To note me Emperor of the threefold world. Like to an almond tree ymounted high, Upon the lofty and celestial mount, Of every green Selinus quaintly decked With blooms more white than Hericinas brows, Whose tender blossoms tremble every one, At every little breath that thorough heaven is blown: Then in my coach like Saturn's royal son, Mounted his shining chariots, gilt with fire. And drawn with princely Eagles through the path, Paved with bright Crystal, and enchased with stars, When all the Gods stand and gazing at his pomp. So will I ride through Samarcanda streets, Until my soul dissevered from this flesh, Shall mount the milk-white way and meet him there. To Babylon my Lords, to Babylon. WHat saith Maximus? My Lord, the breach the enemy hath made Gives such assurance of our overthrow, That little hope is left to save our lives, Or hold out city from the conquerors hands. Then hang out flags (my Lord of humble truce, And satisfy the people's general prayers, That Tamburlaine's intolerable wrath May be suppressed by our submission. Villain, respects thou more thy slavish life, Than honour of thy country or thy name? Is not my life and state as dear to me, The city and my native country's weal, As any thing of price with thy conceit? Have we not hope, for all our battered walls, To live secure, and keep his forces out, When this our famous lake of Limnasphaltis Makes walls a fresh with every thing that falls Into the liquid substance of his stream, More strong than are the gates of death or hell,
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And now themselues shal make our Pageant, And common souldiers iest with all their Truls, Let them take pleasure soundly in their spoiles, Till we prepare our martch to Babylon, Whether we next make expedition. Let vs not be idle then my Lord, But presently be prest to conquer it. We wil techelles, forward then ye Iades: Now crowch ye kings of greatest Asia, And tremble when ye heare this Scourge wil come, That whips downe cities, and controwleth crownes, Adding their wealth and treasure to my store, The Euxine sea North to Natolia, The Terrene west, the Caspian north north-east, And on the south Senus Arabicus. Shal al be loden with the martiall spoiles We will conuay with vs to Persea. Then shal my natiue city Samarcanda And christall waues of fresh Iaertis streame, The pride and beautie of her princely seat, Be famous through the furthest continents, For there my Pallace royal shal be plac'd: Whose shyning Turrets shal dismay the heauens, And cast the fame of Ilions Tower to hell. Thorow the streets with troops of conquered kings, Ile ride in golden armour like the Sun, And in my helme a triple plume shal spring, Spangled with Diamonds dancing in the aire, To note me Emperour of the threefold world. Like to an almond tree ymounted high, Vpon the lofty and celestiall mount, Of euery greene Selinus queintly dect With bloomes more white than Hericinas browes, Whose tender blossoms tremble euery one, At euery litle breath that thorow heauen is blowen: Then in my coach like Saturnes royal son, Mounted his shining chariots, gilt with fire. And drawen with princely Eagles through the path, Pau'd with bright Christall, and enchac'd with starres, When all the Gods stand and gazing at his pomp. So will I ride through Samarcanda streets, Vntil my soule disseuered from this flesh, Shall mount the milk-white way and meet him there. To Babylon my Lords, to Babylon. WHat saith Maximus? My Lord, the breach the enimie hath made Giues such assurance of our ouerthrow, That litle hope is left to saue our liues, Or hold out citie from the Conquerours hands. Then hang out flagges (my Lord of humble truce, And satisfie the peoples generall praiers, That Tamburlains intollorable wrath May be supprest by our submission. Villaine, respects thou more thy slauish life, Than honor of thy countrie or thy name? Is not my life and state as deere to me, The citic and my natiue countries weale, As any thing of price with thy conceit? Haue we not hope, for all our battered walles, To liue secure, and keep his forces out, When this our famous lake of Limnasphaltis Makes walles a fresh with euery thing that falles Into the liquid substance of his streame, More strong than are the gates of death or hel,