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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Go bind the villain, he shall hang in chains, Upon the ruins of this conquered town, Sirrah, the view of our vermilion tents, Which threatened more than if the region Next underneath the Element of fire, Were full of Comets and of blazing stars, Whose flaming trains should reach down to the earth Could not affright you, no, nor I myself, The wrathful messenger of mighty Jove, That with his sword hath quailed all earthly kings. Could not persuade you to submission, But still the ports were shut: villain I say, Should I but touch the rusty gates of hell, The triple headed Cerberus would howl, And wake black Ioue to crouch and kneel to me. But I have sent volleys of shot to you, Yet could not enter till the breach was made, Nor if my body could have stopped the breach, Shouldst thou have entered, cruel tamburlaine: 'tis not thy bloody tents can make me yield, Nor yet thyself, thè anger of the highest, For though thy cannon shook the city walls, My heart did never quake, or courage faint. Well, now I'll make it quake, go draw him up, Hang him up in chains upon the city walls, And let my soldiers shoot the slave to death. Vile monster, borne of some infernal hag, And sent from hell to tyrannize on earth, Do all thy worst, nor death, nor Tamburlaine, Torture or pain can daunt my dreadless mind. Up with him then, his body shall be scared. But Tamburlaine, in Limnasphaltis' lake, There lies more gold than Babylon is worth, Which when the city was besieged I hid, Save but my life and I will give it thee. Then for all your valour, you would save your life, Where about lies it? Under a hollow bank, right opposite Against the Western gate of Babylon. Go thither some of you and take his gold, The rest forward with execution, Away with him hence, let him speak no more: I think I make your courage something quail, When this is done, we'll march from Babylon, And make our greatest haste to Persia: These jades are broken winded, and half tired, Unharness them, and let me have fresh horse: So, now their best is done to honour me, Take them, and hang them both up presently. Vild Tyrant, barbarous bloody Tamburlaine Take them away Theridamas, see them dispatched. I will my Lord. Come Asian Viceroys, to your tasks a while And take such fortune as your fellows felt. First let thy scythian horse tear both our limbs Rather than we should draw thy chariot. And like base slaves abject our princely minds To vile and ignominious servitude. Rather lend me thy weapon Tamburlaine, That I may sheathe it in this breast of mine, A thousand deaths could not torment our hearts More than the thought of this doth vex our souls. They will talk still my Lord, if you do not bridle them.
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Go bind the villaine, he shall hang in chaines, Vpon the ruines of this conquered towne, Sirha, the view of our vermillion tents, Which threatned more than if the region Next vnderneath the Element of fire, Were full of Commets and of blazing stars, Whose flaming traines should reach down to the earth Could not affright you, no, nor I my selfe, The wrathfull messenger of mighty Iouc, That with his sword hath quail'd all earthly kings. Could not perswadé you to submission, But stil the ports were shut: villaine I say, Should I but touch the rusty gates of hell, The triple headed Cerberus would howle, And wake blacke Ioue to crouch and kneele to me. But I haue sent volleies of shot to you, Yet could not enter till the breach was made, Nor if my body could haue stopt the breach, Shouldst thou haue entted, cruel tamburlaine: Tis not thy bloody tents can make me yeeld, Nor yet thy selfe, thè anger of the highest, For though thy cannon shooke the citie walles, My heart did neuer quake, or corrage faint. Wel, now Ile make it quake, go draw him vp, Hang him vp in chaines vpon the citie walles, And let my souldiers shoot the slaue to death. Vile monster, borne of some infernal hag, And sent from hell to tyrannise on earth, Do all thy wurst, nor death, nor Tamburlaine, Torture or paine can daunt my dreadlesse minde. Vp with him then, his body shal be scard. But Tamburlain, in Lymnasphaltis lake, There lies more gold than Babylon is worth, Which when the citie was besieg'd I hid, Saue but my life and I wil giue it thee. Then for all your valour, you would saue your life, Where about lies it? Vnder a hollow bank, right opposite Against the Westerne gate of Babylon. Go thither some of you and take his gold, The rest forward with execution, Away with him hence, let him speake no more: I think I make your courage something quaile, When this is done, we'll martch from Babylon, And make our greatest haste to Persea: These Iades are broken winded, and halfe tyr'd, Vnharnesse them, and let me haue fresh horse: So, now their best is done to honour me, Take them, and hang them both vp presently. Vild Tyrant, barbarous bloody Tamburlain Take them away Theridamas, see them dispatcht. I will my Lord. Come Asian Viceroies, to your taskes a while And take such fortune as your fellowes felt. First let thy Scythyan horse teare both our limmes Rather then we should draw thy chariot. And like base slaues abiect our princely mindes To vile and ignominious seruitude. Rather lend me thy weapon Tamburlain, That I may sheath it in this breast of mine, A thousand deathes could not torment our hearts More than the thought of this dooth vexe our soules. They will talk still my Lord, if you doe not bridle them.