Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE V. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1
SCENE V. - 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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EnterCosroe, Tamburlaine, Theridamas, Menaphon, Meander, Ortygius, Techelles, Usumcasane, with others.
- Hold thee, Cosroe! wear two imperial crowns;
- Think thee invested now as royally,
- Even by the mighty hand of Tamburlaine,
- As if as many kings as could encompass thee
- With greatest pomp, had crowned thee emperor.
- So do I, thrice renowméd man-at-arms,
- And none shall keep the crown but Tamburlaine.
- Thee do I make my regent of Persia,
- And general lieutenant of my armies.
- Meander, you, that were our brother's guide,
- And chiefest counsellor in all his acts,
- Since he is yielded to the stroke of war,
- On your submission we with thanks excuse,
- And give you equal place in our affairs.
- Most happy emperor, in humblest terms,
- I vow my service to your majesty,
- With utmost virtue of my faith and duty.
- Thanks, good Meander: then, Cosroe, reign,
- And govern Persia in her former pomp!
- Now send embassage to thy neighbour kings,
- And let them know the Persian king is changed,
- From one that knew not what a King should do,
- To one that can command what 'longs thereto.
- And now we will to fair Persepolis,
- With twenty thousand expert soldiers.
- The lords and captains of my brother's camp
- With little slaughter take Meander's course,
- And gladly yield them to my gracious rule.
- Ortygius and Menaphon, my trusty friends,
- Now will I gratify your former good,
- And grace your calling with a greater sway.
- And as we ever aimed at your behoof,
- And sought your state all honour it deserved,
- So will we with our powers and our lives
- Endeavour to preserve and prosper it.
- I will not thank thee, sweet Ortygius;
- Better replies shall prove my purposes.
- And now, Lord Tamburlaine, my brother's camp
- I leave to thee and to Theridamas,
- To follow me to fair Persepolis.
- Then will we march to all those Indian mines,
- My witless brother to the Christians lost,
- And ransom them with fame and usury.
- And till thou overtake me, Tamburlaine,
- (Staying to order all the scattered troops,)
- Farewell, lord regent and his happy friends!
- I long to sit upon my brother's throne.
- Your majesty shall shortly have your wish,
- And ride in triumph through Persepolis.
- [All go Slip out but TAMB.,. TECH., THER., and USUM.
- “And ride in triumph through Persepolis!”
- Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles?
- Usumcasane and Theridamas,
- Is it not passing brave to be a king,
- “And ride in triumph through Persepolis?”
- O, my lord, 'tis sweet and full of pomp.
- To be a king is half to be a god.
- A god is not so glorious as a king.
- I think the pleasure they enjoy in heaven,
- Cannot compare with kingly joys in earth.—
- To wear a crown enchased with pearl and gold,
- Whose virtues carry with it life and death;
- To ask and have, command and be obeyed;
- When looks breed love, with looks to gain the prize,
- Such power attractive shines in princes' eyes!
- Why say, Theridamas, wilt thou be a king?
- Nay, though I praise it, I can live without it.
- What say my other friends? Will you be kings?
- I, if I could, with all my heart, my lord.
- Why, that's well said, Techelles; so would I,
- And so would you, my masters, would you not?
- Why then, Casane, shall we wish for aught
- The world affords in greatest novelty,
- And rest attemptless, faint, and destitute?
- Methinks we should not: I am strongly moved,
- That if I should desire the Persian crown,
- I could attain it with a wondrous ease.
- And would not all our soldiers soon consent,
- If we should aim at such a dignity?
- I know they would with our persuasions.
- Why then, Theridamas, I'll first assay
- To get the Persian kingdom to myself;'
- Then thou for Parthia; they for Scythia and Media;
- And, if I prosper, all shall be as sure
- As if the Turk, the Pope, Afric, and Greece,
- Came creeping to us with their crowns apiece.
- Then shall we send to this triumphing king,
- And bid him battle for his novel crown?
- Nay, quickly then, before his room be hot.
- 'Twill prove a pretty jest, in faith, my friends.
- A jest to charge on twenty thousand men!
- I judge the purchase more important far.
- Judge by thyself, Theridamas, not me;
- For presently Techelles here shall haste
- To bid him battle ere he pass too far,
- And lose more labour than the game will quite.
- Then shalt thou see this Scythian Tamburlaine,
- Make but a jest to win the Persian crown.
- Techelles, take a thousand horse with thee,
- And bid him turn him back to war with us,
- That only made him king to make us sport.
- We will not steal upon him cowardly,
- But give him warning and more warriors.
- Haste, thee, Techelles, we will follow thee.
- What saith Theridamas?
- “Father, do but think
- How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
- Within whose circuit is Ehzium
- And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.”