Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
And what? shall I to ground let fall my father's golden praise? Not, not, I mean for to attempt, this fame more large to raise, In that that I his son succeed his kingly seat as due: Extend your council unto me in that I ask of you. I am the king of Persia, a large and fertile soil: The Egyptians against us repunge, as varlets slave and vile. Therefore I mean with Marsis heart, with wars them to frequent Them to subdue as captives mine this is my heart's intent. So shall I win honours delight, and praise of me shall go: My Council speak, and Lordings eke, is it not best do so? O pusant king, your blisful woordis, deserves abundant praise That you in this do go about, your fathers same to raise. O blisful day that king so young, such profit should conceive: His father's praise & his to win, from those that would deceive. Sure my true and sovereign king, I fall before you priest: Answer to give as duty mine, in that your grace request. If that your heart addicted be, the Egyptians to convince: Through Marsis and the conquest won, than deed of happy prince Shall pierce the skies unto the throne of the supernal seat: And merit there a just reward, of Iupiter the great. But then your grace must not turn back, from this pretenced will For to proceed in virtuous life, employ endeavour still. Extinguish vice, and in that cup, to drink have no delight. To martial feats and kingly sport, fix all your whole delight. My Council grave a thousand thanks, with heart I do you tender That you my case so prosperous, entirely do tender. I will not swerve from those your steps, whereto you would me traun But now my Lord & valiant knight, with woordis give answer plain Are you content with me to go, the Marsis games to try? Yea peerless Prince to aid your grace, myself will live and die. And I for my ability, for fear will not turn back: But as the ship against the rocks, sustain and bide the wrack. O willing hearts, a thousand thanks I tender unto you: Strike up your drums with courage great, we will march forth even now. Permit (O king) few words to here, my duty serves no less: Therefore give leave to council thine, his mind for to express. Speak on my Council what it be, you shall have savour mine Then will I speak unto your grace, as duty doth me bind. Your grace doth mean for to attempt of war the manly art: Your grace therein may bap receive with others for your part. The dent of death in those affairs, all persons are alike: The heart courageous often times, his detriment doth seek. It's best therefore for to permit, a Ruler of your land: To sit and judge with equity, when things of right are scanned.
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And what? ſhall I to ground let fall my fathers golden praiſe? No, no, I meane for to attempt, this fame more large to raiſe, In that that I his ſonne ſuccéed his kingly ſeat as due: Extend your councel vnto me in that I aſke of you. I am the king of Perſia, a large and fertil ſoil: The Egiptians againſt vs repunge, as verlets ſlaue and vile. Therfore I meane wt Marſis hart, with warres thē to frequent Them to ſubdue as captiues mine this is my harts intent. So ſhall I win honors delight, and praiſe of me ſhall go: My Councel ſpeak, and Lordings eke, is it not beſt doo ſo? Oh puſant king, your blifful woordꝭ, deſerues abundant praiſe That you in this doo go about, your fathers ſame to raiſe. Oh blifful day that king ſo yung, ſuch profit ſhould conceiue: His fathers praiſe & his to win, from thoſe that would deceiue. Sure my true and ſouerain king, I fall before you preſt: Anſwere to giue as duty mine, in that your grace requeſt. If that your hart adicted be, the Egiptians to conuince: Through Marſis and the cōqueſt wun, then déed of happy prince Shall pearce the ſkyes vnto the throne of the ſupernall ſeat: And merit there a iuſt rewarde, of Iupiter the great. But then your grace muſt not turn back, from this pretenced wil For to procéed in vertuous life, imploy indeuour ſtil. Extinguiſh vice, and in that cup, to drink haue no delight. To martiall feats and kingly ſporte, fix all your whole delight. My Councel graue a thouſand thanks, with hart I doo you render That you my caſe ſo proſperouſe, intierly doo tender. I wil not ſwarue frō thoſe your ſteps, wherto you wold me traū But now my Lord & valiāt knight, wt woordꝭ giue anſwer plain Are you content with me to go, the Marſis games to try? Yea péerleſſe Prince to aid your grace, my ſelf wil liue and dye. And I for my habilitie, for feare wil not turn back: But as the ſhip againſt the rocks, ſuſtain and bide the wrack. Oh willing harts, a thouſand thanks I render vnto you: Strik vp your drummes wt courage great, we wil march foorth euen now. Permit (O king) few woords to héer, my duty ſerues no leſſe: Therfore giue leaue to councel thine, his minde for to expreſſe. Speake on my Councel what it be, you ſhall haue ſauour mine Then wil I ſpeake vnto your grace, as duty dooth me binde. Your grace dooth meane for to attempt of war the manly art: Your grace therin may bap receiue with others for your parte. The dent of death in thoſe affaires, all perſons are alike: The hart couragious often times, his detryment dooth ſéek. Its beſt therfore for to permit, a Ruler of your land: To ſit and iudge with equitie, when things of right are ſcand.