Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE II. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1
SCENE II. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 1.
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EnterMycetes, Meander, with other Lords and Soldiers.
- Come, my Meander, let us to this gear.
- I tell you true, my heart is swoln with wrath
- On this same thievish villain, Tamburlaine,
- And, on that false Cosroe, my traitorous brother.
- Would it not grieve a king to be so abused
- And have a thousand horsemen ta'en away?
- And, which is worse, to have his diadem
- Sought for by such scald knaves as love him not?
- I think it would; well then, by Heavens I swear,
- Aurora shall not peep out of her doors,
- But I will have Cosroe by the head,
- And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword.
- Tell you the rest, Meander: I have said.
- Then having past Armenian deserts now,
- And pitched our tents under the Georgian hills,
- Whose tops are covered with Tartarian thieves,
- That lie in ambush, waiting for a prey,
- What should we do but bid them battle straight,
- And rid the world of those detested troops?
- Lest, if we let them linger here awhile,
- They gather strength by power of fresh supplies.
- This country swarms with vile outrageous men
- That live by rapine and by lawless spoil,
- Fit soldiers for the wicked Tamburlaine;
- And he that could with gifts and promises
- Inveigle him that led a thousand horse,
- And make him false his faith unto his king,
- Will quickly win such as be like himself.
- Therefore cheer up your minds; prepare to fight;
- He that can take or slaughter Tamburlaine
- Shall rule the province of Albania:
- Who brings that traitor's head, Theridamas,
- Shall have a government in Media,
- Beside the spoil of him and all his train:
- But if Cosroe, (as our spials say,
- And as we know) remains with Tamburlaine,
- His Highness' pleasure is that he should live,
- And be reclaimed with princely lenity.
- A hundred horsemen of my company
- Scouting abroad upon these champion plains
- Have viewed the army of the Scythians,
- Which make report it far exceeds the king's.
- Suppose they be in number infinite,
- Yet being void of martial discipline,
- All running headlong after greedy spoils,
- And more regarding gain than victory,
- Like to the cruel brothers of the earth,
- Sprong of the teeth of dragons venomous,
- Their careless swords shall lanch their fellows' throats,
- And make us triumph in their overthrow.
- Was there such brethren, sweet Meander, say,
- That sprang of teeth of dragons venomous?
- And 'tis a pretty toy to be a poet.
- Well, well, Meander, thou art deeply read,
- And having thee, I have a jewel sure.
- Go on, my Lord, and give your charge, I say;
- Thy wit will make us conquerors to-day.
- Then, noble soldiers, to entrap these thieves,
- That live confounded in disordered troops,
- If wealth or riches may prevail with them,
- We have our camels laden all with gold,
- Which you that be but common soldiers
- Shall fling in every corner of the field;
- And while the base-born Tartars take it up,
- You, fighting more for honour than for gold,
- Shall massacre those greedy-minded slaves;
- And when their scattered army is subdued,
- And you march on their slaughtered carcases,
- Share equally the gold that bought their lives,
- And live like gentlemen in Persia.
- Strike up the drum! and march courageously!
- Fortune herself doth sit upon our crests.
- He tells you true, my masters: so he does.
- Drums, why sound ye not, when Meander speaks?
- [Exeunt, drums sounding.
- “Saucy lictors
- Will catch at us like strumpets, and scald rhymers
- Ballad us out of tune.”