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 0.84 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
ay, good my Lord, let us in haste to Persia, And let this Captain be removed the walls, To some high hill about the city here. Let it be so, about it soldiers: But stay, I feel myself distempered suddenly. What is it dares distemper Tamburlaine? Something techelles but I know not what, But forth ye vassals, whatsoe'er it be, Sickness or death can never conquer me. KIng of Amasia, now our mighty host, Marcheth in Asia maior where the streams, Of Euphrates and Tigris swiftly runs, And here may we behold great Babylon, Circled about with Limnasphaltis Lake, Where tamburlaine with all his army lies, Which being faint and weary with the siege, we may lie ready to encounter him. Before his host be full from Babylon, And so revenge our latest grievous loss, If God or Mahomet send any aid. Doubt not my lord, but we shall conquer him The Monster that hath drink a sea of blood, And yet gapes still for more to quench his thirst, Our Turkish swords shall headlong send to hell, And that vile Carcase drawn by warlike kings, The Fowls shall eat, for never sepulchre Shall grace that base-born Tyrant tamburlaine. When I record my Parents slavish life, Their cruel death, mine own captivity, My viceroy's bondage under tamburlaine, methinks I could sustain a thousand deaths, To be revenged of all his Villainy. Ah sacred Mahomet, thou that hast seen, Millions of Turks perish by Tamburlaine, Kingdoms made waste, brave cities sacked & burnt, And but one host is left to honour thee. And thy obedient servant Callapine, And make him after all these overthrows, To triumph over cursed Tamburlaine. Fear not my Lord, I see great Mahomet Clothed in purple clouds, and on his head A Chaplet brighter than Apollo's crown, Marching about the air with armed men, To join with you against this Tamburlaine. Renowned General mighty Callapine, Though God himself and holy Mahomet, Should come in person to resist your power, Yet might your mighty host encounter all, And pull proud Tamburlaine upon his knees, To sue for mercy at your highness feet, Captain the force of Tamburlaine is great, His fortune greater, and the victories Wherewith he hath so soar dismayed the world, Are greatest to discourage all our drifts, Yet when the pride of Cynthia is at full, She wanes again, and so shall his I hope, For we have here the chief selected men Of twenty several kingdoms at the least: Nor ploughman, Priest, nor Merchant stays at home. All Turkey is in arms with Callapine. And never will we sunder camps and arms, Before himself or his be conquered. This is the time that must eternize me, For conquering the Tyrant of the world. Come Soldiers, let us lie in wait for him And if we find him absent from his camp, Or that it be rejoined again at full, Assail it and be sure of victory.
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I, good my Lord, let vs in hast to Persea, And let this Captaine be remoou'd the walles, To some high hill about the citie here. Let it be so, about it souldiers: But stay, I feele my selfe distempered sudainly. What is it dares distemper Tamburlain? Something techelles but I know not what, But foorth ye vassals, what so ere it be, Sicknes or death can neuer conquer me. KIng of Amasia, now our mighty hoste, Marcheth in Asia maior where the streames, Of Euphrates and Tigris swiftly runs, And here may we behald great Babylon, Circled about with Limnasphaltis Lake, Where tamburlaine with all his armie lies, Which being faint and weary with the siege, Wee may lie ready to encounter him. Before his hoste be full from Babylon, And so reuenge our latest grieuous losse, If God or Mahomet send any aide. Doubt not my lord, but we shal conquer him The Monster that hath drinke a sea of blood, And yet gapes stil for more to quench his thirst, Our Turkish swords shal headlong send to hell, And that vile Carkasse drawne by warlike kings, The Foules shall eate, for neuer sepulchre Shall grace that base-borne Tyrant tamburlaine. When I record my Parents slauish life, Their cruel death, mine owne captiuity, My Viceroies bondage vnder tamburlaine, Me thinks I could sustaine a thousand deaths, To be reueng'd of all his Villanie. Ah sacred Mahomet, thou that hast seene, Millions of Turkes perish by Tamburlaine, Kingdomes made waste, braue cities sackt & burnt, And but one hoste is left to honor thee. And thy obedient seruant Callapine, And make him after all these ouerthrowes, To triumph ouer cursed Tamburlaine. Feare not my Lord, I see great Mahomet Clothed in purple clowdes, and on his head A Chaplet brighter than Apollos crowne, Marching about the ayer with armed men, To ioine with you against this Tamburlaine. Renowmed Generall mighty Callapine, Though God himselfe and holy Mahomet, Should come in person to resist your power, Yet might your mighty hoste incounter all, And pull proud Tamburlaine vpon his knees, To sue for mercie at your highnesse feete, Captaine the force of Tamburlaine is great, His fortune greater, and the victories Wherewith he hath so sore dismaide the world, Are greatest to discourage all our drifts, Yet when the pride of Cynthia is at full, She waines againe, and so shall his I hope, For we haue here the chiefe selected men Of twenty seuerall kingdomes at the least: Nor plowman, Priest, nor Merchant staies at home. All Turkie is in armes with Callapine. And neuer wil we sunder camps and armes, Before himselfe or his be conquered. This is the time that must eternize me, For conquering the Tyrant of the world. Come Souldiers, let vs lie in wait for him And if we find him absent from his campe, Or that it be reioin'd again at full, Assaile it and be sure of victorie.