Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE III. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1
SCENE III. - 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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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.
ACT THE FOURTH.
- “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.”