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 · 473 words
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Give me a Map, then let me see how much Is left for me to conquer all the world, That these my boys may finish all my wants, Here I began to march towards Persia, Along Armenia and the Caspian sea, And thence unto Bythinia, where I took The Turk and his great Empress prisoners, Then marched I into Egypt and Arabia, And here not far from Alexandria, Whereas the Terren and the red sea meet, Being distant less than still a hundred leagues, I meant to cut a channel to them both, That men might quickly sail to India. From thence to Nubia near Borno Lake, And so along the Ethiopian sea, Cutting the tropic line of Capricorn, I conquered all as far as Zansibar, Then by the Northern part of Africa. I came at last to Graecia, and from thence To Asia, where I stay against my will, Which is from Scythia, where I first began, Backward and forwards near five thousand leagues, Look here my boys, see what a world of ground, Lies westward from the midst of Cancers line, Unto the rising of this earthly globe, Whereas the Sun declining from our sight, Begins the day with our antipodes: And shall I die, and this unconquered? Lo here my sons, are all the golden Mines, Inestimable drugs and precious stones, More worth than Asia, and the world beside, And from th'Antarctic Pole, Eastward behold As much more land, which never was descried, Wherein are rocks of Pearl, that shine as bright As all the Lamps that beautify the Sky, And shall I die, and this unconquered? Here lovely boys, what death forbids my life, That let your lives command in spite of death. Alas my Lord, how should our bleeding hearts Wounded and broken with your highness grief, Retain a thought of joy, or spark of life? Your soul gives essence to our wretched subjects. Whose matter is incorporate in your flesh. Your pains do pierce our souls, no hope survives, For by your life we entertain our lives, But sons, this subject not of force enough, To hold the fiery spirit it contains, must part, imparting his impressions, By equal portions into both your breasts: My flesh divided in your precious shapes, Shall still retain my spirit, though I die, And live in all your seeds immortally: Then now remove me, that I may resign My place and proper title to my son: First take my Scourge and my imperial Crown, And mount my royal chariot of estate, That I may see thee crowned before I die, Help me (my Lords) to make my last remove. A woeful change my Lord, that daunts our thoughts, More than the ruin of our proper souls. Sit up my son, let me see how well Thou wilt become thy father's majesty.
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Giue me a Map, then let me see how much Is left for me to conquer all the world, That these my boies may finish all my wantes, Here I began to martch towards Persea, Along Armenia and the Caspian sea, And thence vnto Bythinia, where I tooke The Turke and his great Empresse priseners, Then martcht I into Egypt and Arabia, And here not far from Alexandria, Whereas the Terren and the red sea meet, Being distant lesse than stil a hundred leagues, I meant to cut a channell to them both, That men might quickly saile to India. From thence to Nubia neere Borno Lake, And so along the Ethiopian sea, Cutting the Tropicke line of Capricorne, I conquered all as far as Zansibar, Then by the Northerne part of Affrica. I came at last to Graecia, and from thence To Asia, where I stay against my will, Which is from Scythia, where I first began, Backeward and forwards nere fiue thousand leagues, Looke here my boies, see what a world of ground, Lies westward from the midst of Cancers line, Vnto the rising of this earthly globe, Whereas the Sun declining from our sight, Begins the day with our Antypodes: And shall I die, and this vnconquered? Loe here my sonnes, are all the golden Mines, Inestimable drugs and precious stones, More worth than Asia, and the world beside, And from th'Antartique Pole, Eastward behold As much more land, which neuer was descried, Wherein are rockes of Pearle, that shine as bright As all the Lamps that beautifie the Sky, And shal I die, and this vnconquered? Here louely boies, what death forbids my life, That let your liues commaund in spight of death. Alas my Lord, how should our bleeding harts Wounded and broken with your Highnesse griefe, Retaine a thought of ioy, or sparke of life? Your soul giues essence to our wretched subiects. Whose matter is incorporoat in your flesh. Your paines do pierce our soules, no hope suruiues, For by your life we entertaine our liues, But sons, this subiect not of force enough, To hold the fiery spirit it containes, must part, imparting his impressions, By equall portions into both your breasts: My flesh deuided in your precious shapes, Shal still retaine my spirit, though I die, And liue in all your seedes immortally: Then now remooue me, that I may resigne My place and proper tytle to my sonne: First take my Scourge and my imperiall Crowne, And mount my royall chariot of estate, That I may see thee crown'd before I die, Help me (my Lords) to make my last remooue. A woful change my Lord, that daunts our thoughts, More than the ruine of our proper soules. Sit vp my sonne, let me see how well Thou wilt become thy fathers maiestie.