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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Enter ORCANES, GAZELLUS, and URIBASSA, with their trains.
- Gazellus, Uribassa, and the rest,
- Now will we march from proud Orminius' mount,
- To fair Natolia, where our neighbour kings
- Expect our power and our royal presence,
- To encounter with the cruel Tamburlaine,
- That nigh Larissa sways a mighty host,
- And with the thunder of his martial tools
- Makes earthquakes in the hearts of men and heaven.
- And now come we to make his sinews shake,
- With greater power than erst his pride hath felt
- An hundred kings, by scores, will bid him arms,
- And hundred thousands subjects to each score,
- Which, if a shower of wounding thunderbolts
- Should break out of the bowels of the clouds,
- And fall as thick as hail upon our heads,
- In partial aid of that proud Scythian,
- Yet should our courages and steeled crests,
- And numbers, more than infinite, of men,
- Be able to withstand and conquer him.
- Methinks I see how glad the Christian king
20 Is made, for joy of your admitted truce,
- That could not but before be terrified
- With unacquainted power of our host.
- Enter a Messenger.
- Arm, dread sovereign, and my noble lords!
- The treacherous army of the Christians,
- Taking advantage of your slender power,
- Comes marching on us, and determines straight
- To bid us battle for our dearest lives.
- Traitors! villains! damned Christians!
- Have I not here the articles of peace,
- And solemn covenants we have both confirmed,
- He by his Christ, and I by Mahomet?
- Hell and confusion light upon their heads,
- That with such treason seek our overthrow,
- And care so little for their prophet, Christ!
- Can there be such deceit in Christians,
- Or treason in the fleshly heart of man,
- Whose shape is figure of the highest God!
- Then, if there be a Christ, as Christians say,
- But in their deeds deny him for their Christ,
- If he be son to everhving Jove,
- And hath the power of his outstretched arm;
- If he be jealous of his name and honour,
- As is our holy prophet, Mahomet;—
- Take here these papers as our sacrifice
- And witness of thy servant's perjury.
- [He tears to pieces the articles of peace.
- Open, thou shining veil of Cynthia,
- And make a passage from the empyreal heaven,
- That he that sits on high and never sleeps,
- Nor in one place is circumscriptible,
- But everywhere fills every continent
- With strange infusion of his sacred vigour,
- May in his endless power and purity,
- Behold and venge this traitor's perjury!
- Thou Christ, that art esteemed omnipotent,
- If thou wilt prove thyself a perfect God,
- Worthy the worship of all faithful hearts,
- Be now revenged upon this traitor's soul,
- And make the power I have left behind,
- (Too little to defend our guiltless lives,)
- Sufficient to discomfort and confound
- The trustless force of those false Christians.
- To arms, my lords! On Christ still let us cry!
- If there be Christ, we shall have victory.