Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1594] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.75 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Then love me not, else I will more than frown. What will a captive woman threat her love. Oh give poor Panthea leave to threat herself. I mean my Tragedy shall end the love. No lovely Queen, I'll rather end my love, Then anger Panthea, much less leather die, And yet God knows my love can never end, Being infinite in measure and in time. What words be these that cut my ears with grief, Oh Abradates little dost thou know, What misery poor Panthea doth sustain, wicked Araspas perish in thy love. Cannot I win her, O unhappy man? Araspas thou want'st eloquence to woo, Against chastity no eloquence prevails, It was because I offered her no gift, She is a Queen what gifts can compass her, I should have courted her with better words, But here doth love and threatening disagree, Nothing but Magic can obtain her love, If Magic will, than Panthea shall be mine. Chrisantas, when I look into the life, The manners, deeds, and qualities of mind, The graveness power, and imperial parts, wherewith young Cyrus is so full adorned, My thoughts foresee that he is ordained of God, To enlarge the limits of the Persian reign. Histaspis, rare it is to see those years, So furnished with such rare experience, As is not common in the greyest hairs. Besides his body hath of these rare gifts, Used to labour, hunger, thirst and cold, Gives true foretokens that the prince will prove, A famous warrior and a conqueror. And of the sundry virtues that abounds Daily increasing in her princely breast, Religion to the gods exceeds them all. And reason good for of all human works. The care of them should chiefly be preferred. Is this Assyrian friend or foe to us? That dares approach so near the Persian camp. In bending of my spear to Babylon, And breaking it against the Assyrian ground, I came a friend, not foe to Cyrus' camp. What reason moves thee an Assyrian borne. To bear such rancour to thy country soil. That secret I reserve for Cyrus' ears, Unto whose secret favour, I submit My person, honour, fortune, fame and life, Inform the king certainly I will, O Persians truly fortunate are you, Under subjection of so sweet a prince, That measures all the actions of his life, By mercy, justice, and respect of right. It seems th' Assyrian prince hath injured this man, with some notorious great indignity. Man of Assyria, what wouldest thou with me? O gracious Lord great and invincible, Receive into protection of your grace, A wretched man undone by tyranny, And lawless rigour of a cruel prince, What prince is he that thou accusest thus? The new Assyrian king, a man distained With endless marks of villainy and blood. Descend unto the purpose of thy tale, And make thy state and fortune plain at once
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Then loue me not, elſe I will more then frowne. What will a captiue woman threat her loue. Oh giue poore Panthea leaue to thret her ſelfe. I meane my Tragedie ſhall end the loue. No louely Queene▪ Ile rather end my loue▪ Then anger Panthea, much leſſe lether die, And yet God knowes my loue can neuer end, Being infinite in meaſure and in time. What wordes bee theſe that cut my eares with griefe, Oh Abradates little doſt thou know, What miſerie poore Panthea doth ſuſtaine, wicked Araſpas periſh in thy loue. Cannot I winne her, O vnhappie man? Araſpas thou wantſt eloquence to wooe, Againſt chaſtitie no eloquence preuailes, It was becauſe I offered her no gift, She is a Queene what gifts can compaſſe her, I ſhould haue courted her with better words, But here doth loue and threatning diſagree, Nothing but Magicke can obtaine her loue, If Magicke will, then Panthea ſhall be mine. Chriſantas, when I looke into the life, The maners▪ deeds, and qualities of minde, The graueneſſe power, and imperiall parts, wherewith yong Cyrus is ſo full adornde, My thoughts foreſee that he is ordained of God, To enlarge the limits of the Perſian raigne. Hiſtaſpis, rare it is to ſee thoſe yeeres, So furniſhed with ſuch rare experience, As is not common in the grayeſt haires. Beſides his bodie hath of theſe rare gifts, Vſed to labour, hunger, thirſt and colde, Giues true foretokens that the prince will proue, A famous warriour and a conquerour. And of the ſundry vertues that abounds Dayly increaſing in her princely breaſt, Religion to the gods exceedes them all. And reaſon good for of all humane workes. The care of them ſhould chieflie be preferred. Is this Aſſyrian friend or fo to vs? That dares approch ſo neare the Perſian campe. In bending of my ſpeare to Babylon, And breaking it againſt the Aſſyrian ground, I came a friend, not foe to Cyrus campe. What reaſon moues thee an Aſſyrian borne. To beare ſuch rancour to thy countrey ſoyle. That ſecret I reſerue for Cyrus eares, Vnto whoſe ſecret fauour, I ſubmit My perſon, honour, fortune, fame and life, Informe the king certainly I will, O Perſians truely fortunate are you, Vnder ſubiection of ſo ſweete a prince, That meaſures all the actions of his life, By mercie, iuſtice, and reſpect of right. It ſeemes th' Aſſyrian prince hath iniured this man, with ſome notorious great indignitie. Man of Aſſyria, what wouldeſt thou with me? O gracious Lord great and inuincible, Receiue into protection of your grace, A wretched man vndone by tyrannie, And lawleſſe rigour of a cruell prince, What prince is he that thou accuſeſt thus? The new Aſſyrian king, a man diſtainde With endleſſe markes of villanie and blood. Diſcend vnto the purpoſe of thy tale, And make thy ſtate and fortune plaine ance