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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EnterSoldan, Arabia, Capolin,and Soldiers with streaming colours.
- Methinks we march as Meleager did,
- Environèd with brave Argolian knights,
- To chase the savage Calydonian boar,
- Or Cephalus with lusty Theban youths
- Against the wolf that angry Themis sent
- To waste and spoil the sweet Aonian fields,
- A monster of five hundred thousand heads,
- Compact of rapine, piracy, and spoil.
- The scum of men, the hate and scourge of God,
- Raves in Ægyptia and annoyeth us.
- My lord, it is the bloody Tamburlaine,
- A sturdy felon and a base-bred thief,
- By murder raisèd to the Persian crown,
- That dare control us in our territories.
- To tame the pride of this presumptuous beast,
- Join your Arabians with the Soldan's power,
- Let us unite our royal bands in one,
- And hasten to remove Damascus' siege.
- It is a blemish to the majesty
- And high estate of mighty emperors,
- That such a base usurping vagabond
- Should brave a king, or wear a princely crown.
- Renowmèd Soldan, have you lately heard
- The overthrow of mighty Bajazeth
- About the confines of Bithynia?
- The slavery wherewith he persecutes
- The noble Turk and his great emperess?
- I have, and sorrow for his bad success;
- But noble lord of great Arabia,
- Be so persuaded that the Soldan is
- No more dismayed with tidings of his fall,
- Than in the haven when the pilot stands,
- And views a stranger's ship rent in the winds,
- And shiverèd against a craggy rock;
- Yet in compassion to his wretched state,
- A sacred vow to heaven and him I make,
- Confirming it with Ibis' holy name.
- That Tamburlaine shall rue the day, the hour,
- Wherein he wrought such ignominious wrong
- Unto the hallowed person of a prince,
- Or kept the fair Zenocrate so long
- As concubine, I fear, to feed his lust.
- Let grief and fury hasten on revenge;
- Let Tamburlaine for his offences feel
- Such plagues as we and heaven can pour on him.
- I long to break my spear upon his crest,
- And prove the weight of his victorious arm;
- For Fame, I fear, hath been too prodigal
- In sounding through the world his partial praise.
- Capolin, hast thou surveyed our powers?
- Great emperors of Egypt and Arabia,
- The number of your hosts united is
- A hundred and fifty thousand horse;
- Two hundred thousand foot, brave men-at-arms,
- Courageous, and full of hardiness,
- As frolick as the hunters in the chase
- Of savage beasts amid the desert woods.
- My mind presageth fortunate success
- And Tamburlaine, my spirit doth foresee
- The utter ruin of thy men and thee.
- Then rear your standards; let your sounding drums
- Direct our soldiers to Damascus walls.
- Now, Tamburlaine, the mighty Soldan comes,
- And leads with him the great Arabian king,
- To dim thy baseness and obscurity,
- Famous for nothing but for theft and spoil;
- To raze and scatter thy inglorious crew
- Of Scythians and slavish Persians.