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ACT THE THIRD. - 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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ACT THE THIRD.
EnterBajazeth, the Kings ofFez, Morocco, andArgier, with others in great pomp.
- Great kings of Barbary and my portly bassoes,
- We hear the Tartars and the eastern thieves,
- Under the conduct of one Tamburlaine,
- Presume a bickering with your emperor,
- And think to rouse us from our dreadful siege
- Of the famous Grecian Constantinople.
- You know our army is invincible;
- As many circumcised Turks we have,
- And warlike bands of Christians renied,
- As hath the ocean or the Terrene sea
- Small drops of water when the moon begins
- To join in one her semicircled horns.
- Yet would we not be braved with foreign power,
- Nor raise our siege before the Grecians yield,
- Or breathless lie before the city walls.
K. of Fez.
- Renowméd emperor, and mighty general,
- What, if you sent the bassoes of your guard
- To charge him to remain in Asia,
- Or else to threaten death and deadly arms
- As from the mouth of mighty Bajazeth.
- Hie thee, my basso, fast to Persia,
- Tell him thy lord, the Turkish emperor,
- Dread lord of Afric, Europe, and Asia,
- Great king and conqueror of GrÆcia,
- The ocean, Terrene, and the Coal-black sea.
- The high and highest monarch of the world
- Wills and commands (for say not I entreat),
- Not once to set his foot on Africa,
- Or spread his colours [once] in GrÆcia,
- Lest he incur the fury of my wrath.
- Tell him I am content to take a truce,
- Because I hear he bears a valiant mind:
- But if, presuming on his silly power,
- He be so mad to manage arms with me,
- Then stay thou with him; say, I bid thee so:
- And if, before the sun have measured heaven
- With triple circuit, thou regreet us not,
- We mean to take his morning's next arise
- For messenger he will not be reclaimed,
- And mean to fetch thee in despite of him.
- Most great and puissant monarch of the earth,
- Your basso will accomplish your behest,
- And show your pleasure to the Persian,
- As fits the legate of the stately Turk.
- [Exit BAS.
- They say he is the king of Persia;
- But, if he dare attempt to stir your siege,
- 'Twere requisite he should be ten times more,
- For all flesh quakes at your magnificence.
- True, Argier; and tremble[s] at my looks.
K. of Mor.
- The spring is hindered by your smothering host,
- For neither rain can fall upon the earth,
- Nor sun reflex his virtuous beams thereon,
- The ground is mantled with such multitudes.
- All this is true as holy Mahomet;
- And all the trees are blasted with our breaths.
K. of Fez.
- What thinks your greatness best to be achieved
- In pursuit of the city's overthrow?
- I will the captive pioners of Argier
- Cut off the water that by leaden pipes
- Runs to the city from the mountain Camon.
- Two thousand horse shall forage up and down,
- That no relief or succour come by land:
- And all the sea my gallies countermand.
- Then shall our footmen lie within the trench,
- And with their cannons mouthed like Orcus' gulf,
- Batter the walls, and we will enter in;
- And thus the Grecians shall be conqueréd.
EnterZenocrate, Agydas, Anippe, with others.
- Madam Zenocrate, may I presume
- To know the cause of these unquiet fits,
- That work such trouble to your wonted rest?
- ’Tis more than pity such a heavenly face
- Should by heart's sorrow wax so wan and pale,
- When your offensive rape by Tamburlaine,
- (Which of your whole displeasures should be most,)
- Hath seemed to be digested long ago.
- Although it be digested long ago,
- As his exceeding favours have deserved,
- And might content the Queen of Heaven, as well
- As it hath changed my first conceived disdain,
- Yet since a farther passion feeds my thoughts
- With ceaseless and disconsolate conceits,
- Which dyes my looks so lifeless as they are,
- And might, if my extremes had full events,
- Make me the ghastly counterfeit of death.
- Eternal heaven sooner be dissolved,
- And all that pierceth Phcebus’ silver eye,
- Before such hap fall to Zenocrate!
- Ah, life and soul, still hover in his breast
- And leave my body senseless as the earth.
- Or else unite you to his life and soul,
- That I may live and die with Tamburlaine!
Enter behindTamburlaine, Techelles,and others.
- With Tamburlaine! Ah, fair Zenocrate,
- Let not a man so vile and barbarous,
- That holds you from your father in despite,
- And keeps you from the honours of a queen,
- (Being supposed his worthless concubine,)
- Be honoured with your love but for necessity.
- So, now the mighty soldan hears of you,
- Your highness needs not doubt but in short time
- He will with Tamburlaine's destruction
- Redeem you from this deadly servitude.
- [Agydas] leave to wound me with these words,
- And speak of Tamburlaine as he deserves.
- The entertainment we have had of him
- Is far from villany or servitude,
- And might in noble minds be counted princely.
- How can you fancy one that looks so fierce,
- Only disposed to martial stratagems?
- Who, when he shall embrace you in his arms,
- Will tell you how many thousand men he slew;
- And when you look for amorous discourse,
- Will rattle forth his facts of war and blood,
- Too harsh a subject for your dainty ears.
- As looks the Sun through Nilus’ flowing stream.
- Or when the Morning holds him in her arms,
- So looks my lordly love, fair Tamburlaine;
- His talk much sweeter than the Muses’ song
- They sung for honour ‘gainst Pierides;
- Or when Minerva did with Neptune strive:
- And higher would I rear my estimate
- Than Juno, sister to the highest god,
- If I were matched with mighty Tamburlaine.
- Yet be not so inconstant in your love;
- But let the young Arabian live in hope
- After your rescue to enjoy his choice.
- You see though first the king of Persia,
- Being a shepherd, seemed to love you much,
- Now in his majesty he leaves those looks,
- Those words of favour, and those comfortings,
- And gives no more than common courtesies.
- Thence rise the tears that so distain my cheeks Fearing his love through my unworthiness. —
[Tamburlainegoes to her and takes her away lovingly by the band, looking wrathfully on AGYDAS, and says nothing. Exeunt all butAgydas.
- Betrayed by fortune and suspicious love,
- Threatened with frowning wrath and jealousy,
- Surprised with fear of hideous revenge,
- I stand aghast; but most astonied
- To see his choler shut in secret thoughts,
- And wrapt in silence of his angry soul.
- Upon his brows was pourtrayed ugly death;
- And in his eyes the furies of his heart
- That shine as comets, menacing revenge,
- And casts a pale complexion on his cheeks.
- As when the seaman sees the Hyades
- Gather an army of Cimmerian clouds,
- (Auster and Aquilon with winged steeds,
- All sweating, tilt about the watery heavens,
- With shivering spears enforcing thunder claps,
- And from their shields strike flames of lightening,)
- All-fearful folds his sails and sounds the main,
- Lifting his prayers to the Heavens for aid
- Against the terror of the winds and waves,
- So fares Agydas for the late-felt frowns,
- That sent a tempest to my daunted thoughts,
- And make my soul divine her overthrow.
EnterUsumcasaneandTechelleswith a naked dagger.
- See you, Agydas, how the king salutes you?
- He bids you prophesy what it imports.
- I prophesied before, and now I prove
- The killing frowns of jealousy and love.
- He needed not with words confirm my fear,
- For words are vain where working tools present
- The naked action of my threatened end:
- It says, Agydas, thou shalt surely die,
- And of extremities elect the least;
- More honour and less pain it may procure
- To die by this resolved hand of thine,
- Than stay the torments he and Heaven have sworn.
- Then haste, Agydas, and prevent the plagues
- Which thy prolonged fates may draw on thee.
- Go, wander, free from fear of tyrant's rage,
- Removed from the torments and the hell,
- Wherewith he may excruciate thy soul,
- And let Agydas by Agydas die,
- And with this stab slumber eternally.
- Stabs himself.
- Usumcasane, see, how right the man Hath hit the meaning of my lord, the king.
- ‘Faith, and Techelles, it was manly done;
- And since he was so wise and honourable,
- Let us afford him now the bearing hence,
- And crave his triple-worthy burial.
- Agreed, Casane; we will honour him.
- [Excunt bearing out the body.
EnterTamburlaine, Techelles, Usumcasane, Theri-damas, a Basso,Zenocrate, Anippe, with others.
- Basso, by this thy lord and master knows I mean to meet him in Bithynia:
- See how he comes! tush, Turks are full of brags,
- And menace more than they can well perform.
- He meet me in the field, and fetch thee hence!
- Alas! poor Turk! his fortune is too weak
- To encounter with the strength of Tamburlaine.
- View well my camp, and speak indifferently;
- Do not my captains and my soldiers look
- As if they meant to conquer Africa.
- Your men are valiant, but their number few,
- And cannot terrify his mighty host.
- My lord, the great commander of the world,
- Besides fifteen contributory kings,
- Hath now in arms ten thousand Janisaries,
- Mounted on lusty Mauritanian steeds,
- Brought to the war by men of Tripoli;
- Two hundred thousand footmen that have serv’d
- In two set battles fought in Graecia;
- And for the expedition of this war,
- If he think good, can from his garrisons
- Withdraw as many more to follow him.
- The more he brings the greater is the spoil,
- For when they perish by our warlike hands,
- We mean to set our footmen on their steeds,
- And rifle all those stately Janisars.
- But will those kings accompany your lord?
- Such as his highness please; but some must stay To rule the provinces he late subdued.
- [To his Officers.] Then fight courageously: their crowns are yours;
- This hand shall set them on your conquering heads, That made me emperor of Asia.
- Let him bring millions infinite of men,
- Unpeopling Western Africa and Greece,
- Yet we assure us of the victory.
- Even he that in a trice vanquished two kings,
- More mighty than the Turkish emperor,
- Shall rouse him out of Europe, and pursue
- His scattered army till they yield or die.
- Well said, Theridamas; speak in that mood;
- For will and shall best fitteth Tamburlaine,
- Whose smiling stars give him assured hope
- Of martial triumph ere he meet his foes.
- I that am termed the scourge and wrath of God,
- The only fear and terror of the world,
- Will first subdue the Turk, and then enlarge
- Those Christian captives, which you keep as slaves,
- Burthening their bodies with your heavy chains,
- And feeding them with thin and slender fare;
- That naked row about the Terrene sea,
- And when they chance to rest or breathe a space,
- Are punished with bastones so grievously,
- That they lie panting on the galley's side,
- And strive for life at every stroke they give.
- These are the cruel pirates of Argier,
- That damned train, the scum of Africa,
- Inhabited with straggling runagates,
- That make quick havoc of the Christian blood;
- But as I live that town shall curse the time
- That Tamburlaine set foot in Africa.
- EnterBajazethwith his Bassoes and contributory Kings.
- Bassoes and Janisaries of my guard,
- Attend upon the person of your lord,
- The greatest potentate of Africa.
- Techelles, and the rest, prepare your swords; I mean to encounter with that Bajazeth.
- Kings of Fez, Moroccus, and Argier,
- He calls me Bajazeth, whom you call lord!
- Note the presumption of this Scythian slave!
- I tell thee, villain, those that lead my horse,
- Have to their names titles of dignity,
- And dar'st thou bluntly call me Bajazeth?
- And know, thou Turk, that those which lead my horse,
- Shall lead thee captive thorough Africa;
- And dar'st thou bluntly call me Tamburlaine?
- By Mahomet my kinsman's sepulchre,
- And by the holy Alcoran I swear,
- He shall be made a chaste and lustless eunuch,
- And in my sarell tend my concubines;
- And all his captains that thus stoutly stand,
- Shall draw the chariot of my emperess,
- Whom I have brought to see their overthrow.
- By this my sword, that conquered Persia,
- Thy fall shall make me famous through the world.
- I will not tell thee how I’ll handle thee,
- But every common soldier of my camp
- Shall smile to see thy miserable state.
K. of Fez.
- What means the mighty Turkish emperor, To talk with one so base as Tamburlaine?
K. of Mor.
- Ye Moors and valiant men of Barbary, How can ye suffer these indignities?
K. of Arg.
- Leave words, and let them feel your lances’ points.
- Which glided through the bowels of the Greeks.
- Well said, my stout contributory kings:
- Your threefold army and my hugy host
- Shall swallow up these base-born Persians.
- Puissant, renowmed, and mighty Tamburlaine,
- Why stay we thus prolonging of their lives?
- I long to see those crowns won by our swords.
- That we may rule as kings of Africa.
- What co ward would not fight for such a prize?
- Fight all courageously, and be you kings; I speak it, and my words are oracles.
- Zabina, mother of three braver boys
- Than Hercules, that in his infancy
- Did pash the jaws of serpents venomous;
- Whose hands are made to gripe a warlike lance,
- Their shoulders broad for complete armour fit, —
- Their limbs more large, and of a bigger size,
- Than all the brats ysprong from Typhon's loins;
- Who, when they come unto their father's age,
- Will batter turrets with their manly fists; —
- Sit here upon this royal chair of state,
- And on thy head wear my imperial crown,
- Until I bring this sturdy Tamburlaine,
- And all his captains bound in captive chains.
- Such good success happen to Bajazeth!
- Zenocrate, the loveliest maid alive,
- Fairer than rocks of pearl and precious stone,
- The only paragon of Tamburlaine,
- Whose eyes are brighter than the lamps of heaven,
- And speech more pleasant than sweet harmony;
- That with thy looks canst clear the darkened sky,
- And calm the rage of thundering Jupiter,
- Sit down by her, adorned with my crown,
- As if thou wert the empress of the world.
- Stir not, Zenocrate, until thou see
- Me march victoriously with all my men,
- Triumphing over him and these his kings;
- Which I will bring as vassals to thy feet;
- Till then take thou my crown, vaunt of my worth,
- And manage words with her, as we will arms.
- And may my love the king of Persia,
- Return with victory and free from wound!
- Now shall thou feel the force of Turkish arms,
- Which lately made all Europe quake for fear.
- I have of Turks, Arabians, Moors, and Jews,
- Enough to cover all Bithynia.
- Let thousands die; their slaughtered carcasses
- Shall serve for walls and bulwarks to the rest;
- And as the heads of Hydra, so my power,
- Subdued, shall stand as mighty as before.
- If they should yield their necks unto the sword,
- Thy soldiers’ arms could not endure to strike
- So many blows as I have heads for thee.
- Thou know'st not, foolish, hardy Tamburlaine,
- What 'tis to meet me in the open field,
- That leave no ground for thee to march upon.
- Our conquering swords shall marshal us the way
- We use to march upon the slaughtered foe,
- Trampling their bowels with our horses' hoofs;
- Brave horses bred on th' white Tartarian hills;
- My camp is like to Julius Caesar's host,
- That never fought but had the victory;
- Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot war,
- As these, my followers, willingly would have.
- Legions of spirits fleeting in the air
- Direct our bullets and our weapons' points,
- And make your stroke? to wound the senseless light.
- And when she sees our bloody colours spread,
- Then Victory begins to take her flight,
- Resting herself upon my milk-white tent? —
- But come, my lords, to weapons let us fall;
- The field is ours, the Turk, his wife and all.
- [Exit, with his followtrs.
- Come, kings and bassoes, let us glut our swords, That thirst to drink the feeble Persians' blood.
- [Exit with his followers.
- Base concubine, must thou be placed by me, That am the empress of the mighty Turk?
- Disdainful Turkess and unreverend boss!
- Callest thou me concubine, that am betrothed
- Unto the great and mighty Tamburlaine?
- To Tamburlaine, the great Tartarian thief!
- Thou wilt repent these lavish words of thine,
- When thy great basso-master and thyself
- Must plead for mercy at his kingly feet,
- And sue to me to be your advocate.
- And sue to thee! — J tell thee, shameless girl,
- Thou shalt be laundress to my waiting maid!
- How lik'st thou her, Ebea? — Will she serve?
- Madam, perhaps, she thinks she is too fine,
- But I shall turn her into other weeds,
- And make her dainty fingers fall to work.
- Hear'st thou, Anippe, how thy drudge doth talk?
- And how my slave, her mistress, menaceth?
- Both for their sauciness shall be employed
- To dress the common soldiers' meat and drink,
- P'or we will scorn they should come near ourselves.
- Yet sometimes let your highness send for them
- To do the work my chambermaid disdains.
- [They sound to the battle -within.
- Ye gods and powers that govern Persia,
- And made my lordly love her worthy king,
- Now strengthen him against the Turkish Bajazeth,
- And let his foes, like flocks of fearful roes
- Pursued by hunters fly his angry looks,
- That I may see him issue conqueror!
- Now, Mahomet, solicit God himself,
- And make him rain down murdering shot from heaven
- To dash the Scythians' brains, and strike them dead,
- That dare to manage arms with him
- That offered jewels to thy sacred shrine,
- When first he warred against the Christians!
- [To the battle again.
- By this the Turks lie weltering in their blood,
- And Tamburlaine is Lord of Africa,
- Thou art deceived. — I heard the trumpet sound,
- As when my emperor overthrew the Greeks,
- And led them captive into Africa.
- Straight will I use thee as thy pride deserves —
- Prepare thyself to live and die my slave.
- If Mahomet should come from heaven and swear
- My royal lord is slain or conquered,
- Yet should he not persuade me otherwise
- But that he lives and will be conqueror.
- EnterBajazeth, pursued byTamburlaine; they fight, andBajazethis overcome.
- Now, king of bassoes, who is conqueror?
- Thou, by the fortune of this damned foil.
- Where are your stout contributory kings?
- EnterTechelles, Theridamas, andUsumcasane.
- We have their crowns — their bodies strow the field.
- Each man a crown! — Why kingly fought i' faith.
- Deliver them into my treasury.
- Now let me offer to my gracious lord
- His royal crown again so highly won.
- Nay, take the crown from her, Zenocrate,
- And crown me emperor of Africa,
- No, Tamburlaine: though now thou gat the best,
- Thou shalt not yet be lord of Africa.
- Give her the crown, Turkess; you were best.
- [He takes it from her.
- Injurious villains! — thieves! — runagates!
- How dare you thus abuse my majesty?
- Here, madam, you are empress; she is none.
- [Gives it toZenocrate.
- Not now, Theridamas; her time is past
- The pillars that have bolstered up those terms,
- Are fallen in clusters at my conquering feet
- Though he be prisoner, he may be ransomed.
- Not all the world shall ransom Bajazeth.
- Ah, fair Zabina! we have lost the field;
- And never had the Turkish emperor
- So great a foil by any foreign foe.
- Now will the Christian miscreants be glad,
- Ringing with joy their superstitious bells,
- And making bonfires for my overthrow.
- But, ere I die, those foul idolaters
- Shall make me bonfires with their filthy bones.
- For though the glory of this day be lost,
- Afric and Greece have garrisons enough
- To make me sovereign of the earth again.
- Those walled garrisons will I subdue,
- And write myself great lord of Africa.
- So from the East unto the furthest West
- Shall Tamburlaine extend his puissant arm.
- The galleys and those pilling brigandines,
- That yearly sail to the Venetian gulf,
- And hover in the Straits for Christians' wreck,
- Shall lie at anchor in the isle Asant,
- Until the Persian fleet and men of war,
- Sailing along the oriental sea,
- Have fetched about the Indian continent,
- Even from Persepolis to Mexico,
- And thence unto the straits of Jubaltèr;
- Where they shall meet and join their force in one
- Keeping in awe the bay of Portingale,
- And all the ocean by the British shore;
- And by this means I'll win the world at last
- Yet set a ransom on me, Tamburlaine.
- What, think'st thou Tamburlaine esteems thy gold?
- I'll make the kings of India, ere I die,
- Offer their mines to sue for peace to me,
- And dig for treasure to appease my wrath.
- Come, bind them both, and one lead in the Turk;
- The Turkess let my love's maid lead away.
- [They bind them.
- Ah, villains! — dare you touch my sacred arms? O Mahomet! — O sleepy Mahomet!
- O cursèd Mahomet, that makes us thus
- The slaves to Scythians rude and barbarous!
- Come, bring them in; and for this happy conquest,
- Triumph and solemnise a martial feast.
- “Those plots of ground
- That to Morroccus lead the lower way.”
- “But as the son of Saturn in his wrath
- Pash’d all the mountains at Typhoeus’ head.”
- “The fishes Jlete with new repaired scale.”
- “And make their weapons wound the senseless winds.”