Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE VII. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1
SCENE VII. - 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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Alarms.—A battle; enterCosroe, wounded,Therida-mas, Tamburlaine, Techelles, Usumcasane, with others.
- Barbarous and bloody Tamburlaine,
- Thus to deprive me of my crown and life!
- Treacherous and false Theridamas,
- Even at the morning of my happy state,
- Scarce being seated in my royal throne,
- To work my downfall and untimely end!
- An uncouth pain torments my grievéd soul,
- And death arrests the organ of my voice,
- Who, entering at the breach thy sword hath made,
- Sacks every vein and artier of my heart—
- Bloody and insatiate Tamburlaine!
- The thirst of reign and sweetness of a crown
- That caused the eldest son of heavenly Ops,
- To thrust his doting father from his chair,
- And place himself in the empyreal heaven,
- Moved me to manage arms against thy state.
- What better precedent than mighty Jove?
- Nature that framed us of four elements,
- Warring within our breasts for regiment,
- Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds:
- Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend
- The wondrous architecture of the world,
- And measure every wandering planet's course,
- Still climbing after knowledge infinite,
- And always moving as the restless spheres,
- Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest,
- Until we reach the ripest fruit of all,
- That perfect bliss and sole felicity,
- The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
- And that made me to join with Tamburlaine:
- For he is gross and like the massy earth,
- That moves not upwards, nor by princely deeds
- Doth mean to soar above the highest sort.
- And that made us the friends of Tamburlaine,
- To lift our swords against the Persian king.
- Usum, For as when Jove did thrust old Saturn down,
- Neptune and Dis gained each of them a crown,
- So do we hope to reign in Asia,
- If Tamburlaine be placed in Persia.
- The strangest men that ever nature made!
- I know not how to take their tyrannies.
- My bloodless body waxeth chill and cold,
- And with my blood my life slides through my wound;
- My soul begins to take her flight to hell,
- And summons all my senses to depart.—
- The heat and moisture, which did feed each other,
- For want of nourishment to feed them both,
- Is dry and cold; and now doth ghastly death,
- With greedy talents gripe my bleeding heart,
- And like a harpy tires on my life.
- Theridamas and Tamburlaine, I die:
- And fearful vengeance light upon you both!
- [COSROE dies.—Tamburlainetakes the crown and puts it on.
- Not all the curses which the furies breathe,
- Shall make me leave so rich a prize as this.
- Theridamas, Techelles, and the rest,
- Who think you now is king of Persia?
- Tamburlaine! Tamburlaine!
- Though Mars himself, the angry god of arms,
- And all the earthly potentates conspire
- To dispossess me of this diadem,
- Yet will I wear it in despite of them,
- As great commander of this eastern world,
- If you but say that Tamburlaine shall reign.
- Long live Tamburlaine and reign in Asia!
- So now it is more surer on my head,
- Than if the gods had held a Parliament,
- And all pronounced me king of Persia.
ACT THE THIRD.