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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EnterTamburlaine, Techelles, Theridamas, Usum-casane, Zekocrate, Anippe, two Moors drawingBajazethin a cage, and his Wife following him.
- Bring out my footstool.
- [BAJAZETH is taken out of the cage.
- Ye holy priests of heavenly Mahomet,
- That, sacrificing, slice and cut your flesh,
- Staining his altars with your purple blood;
- Make Heaven to frown and every fixèd star
- To suck up poison from the moorish fens,
- And pour it in this glorious tyrant's throat!
- The chiefest god, first mover of that sphere,
- Enchased with thousands ever-shining lamps,
- Will sooner burn the glorious frame of Heaven,
- Than it should so conspire my overthrow.
- But, villain! thou that wishest this to me,
- Fall prostrate on the low disdainful earth,
- And be the footstool of great Tamburlaine,
- That I may rise into my royal throne.
- First shall thou rip my bowels with thy sword,
- And sacrifice my soul to death and hell,
- Before I yield to such a slavery.
- Base villain, vassal, slave to Tamburlaine!
- Unworthy to embrace or touch the ground,
- That bears the honour of my royal weight;
- Stoop, villain, stoop! — Stoop! for so he bids
- That may command thee piecemeal to be torn,
- Or scattered like the lofty cedar trees
- Struck with the voice of thundering Jupiter.
- Then, as I look down to the damnèed fiends,
- Fiends look on me! and thou, dread god of hell,
- With ebon sceptre strike this hateful earth,
- And make it swallow both of us at once!
- [TAMBURLAINE gets up on him to his chair.
- Now clear the triple region of the air,
- And let the Majesty of Heaven behold
- Their scourge and terror tread on emperors.
- Smile stars, that reigned at my nativity,
- And dim the brightness of your neighbour lamps!
- Disdain to borrow light of Cynthia!
- For I, the chiefest lamp of all the earth,
- First rising in the East with mild aspèct,
- But fixèd now in the Meridian line,
- Will send up fire to your turning spheres,
- And cause the sun to borrow light of you.
- My sword struck fire from his coat of steel,
- Even in Bithynia, when I took this Turk;
- As when a fiery exhalation,
- Wrapt in the bowels of a freezing cloud
- Fighting for passage, make[s] the welkin crack,
- And casts a flash of lightning to the earth:
- But ere I march to wealthy Persia,
- Or leave Damascus and the Egyptian fields,
- As was the fame of Clymene's brain-sick son,
- That almost brent the axle-tree of heaven,
- So shall our swords, our lances, and our shot
- Fill all the air with fiery meteors:
- Then when the sky shall wax as red as blood
- It shall be said I made it red myself,
- To make me think of nought but blood and war.
- Unworthy king, that by thy cruelty
- Unlawfully usurp'st the Persian seat,
- Dar'st thou that never saw an emperor,
- Before thou met my husband in the field,
- Being thy captive, thus abuse his state,
- Keeping his kingly body in a cage,
- That roofs of gold and sun-bright palaces
- Should have prepared to entertain his grace?
- And treading him beneath thy loathsome feet,
- Whose feet the kings of Africa have kissed.
- You must devise some torment worse, my lord,
- To make these captives rein their lavish tongues.
- Zenocrate, look better to your slave.
- She is my handmaid's slave, and she shall look
- That these abuses flow not from her tongue:
- Chide her, Anippe.
- Let these be warnings for you then, my slave,
- How you abuse the person of the king;
- Or else I swear to have you whipt, stark-naked.
- Great Tamburlaine, great in my overthrow,
- Ambitious pride shall make thee fall as low,
- For treading on the back of Bajazeth,
- That should be horsèd on four mighty kings.
- Thy names, and titles, and thy dignities
- Are fled from Bajazeth and remain with me,
- That will maintain it 'gainst a world of kings.
- Put him in again.
- [They put him into the cage.
- Is this a place for mighty Bajazeth?
- Confusion light on him that helps thee thus!
- There, whiles he lives, shall Bajazeth be kept;
- And, where I go, be thus in triumph drawn;
- And thou, his wife, shalt feed him with the scraps
- My servitors shall bring thee from my board;
- For he that gives him other food than this,
- Shall sit by him and starve to death himself;
- This is my mind and I will have it so.
- Not all the kings and emperors of the earth,
- If they would lay their crowns before my feet,
- Shall ransom him, or take him from his cage.
- The ages that shall talk of Tamburlaine,
- Even from this day to Plato's wondrous year,
- Shall talk how I have handled Bajazeth;
- These Moors, that drew him from Bithynia,
- To fair Damascus, where we now remain,
- Shall lead him with us wheresoe'er we go.
- Techelles, and my loving followers,
- Now may we see Damascus' lofty towers,
- Like to the shadows of Pyramides,
- That with their beauties grace the Memphian fields:
- The golden stature of their feathered bird
- That spreads her wings upon the city's walls
- Shall not defend it from our battering shot:
- The townsmen mask in silk and cloth of gold,
- And every house is as a treasury:
- The men, the treasure, and the town is ours.
- Your tents of white now pitched before the gates,
- And gentle flags of amity displayed,
- I doubt not but the governor will yield,
- Offering Damascus to your majesty.
- So shall he have his life and all the rest:
- But if he stay until the bloody flag
- Be once advanced on my vermilion tent,
- He dies, and those that kept us out so long.
- And when they see us march in black array,
- With mournful streamers hanging down their heads,
- Were in that city all the world contained,
- Not one should 'scape, but perish by our swords.
- Yet would you have some pity for my sake,
- Because it is my country, and my father's.
- Not for the world, Zenocrate; I've sworn.
- Come; bring in the Turk.