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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Alarums of battle.—Enter SIGISMUND, wounded.
- Discomfited is all the Christian host,
- And God hath thundered vengeance from on high,
- For my accursèd and -hateful perjury.
- O, just and dreadful punisher of sin,
- Let the dishonour of the pains I feel,
- In this my mortal well-deserved wound,
- End all my penance in my sudden death!
- And let this death, wherein to sin I die,
- Conceive a second life in endless mercy!
- [He dies.
- Enter ORCANES, GAZELLUS, URIBASSA, and others.
- Now lie the Christians bathing in their bloods,
- nd Christ or Mahomet hath been my friend.
- See here the perjured traitor Hungary,
- Bloody and breathless for his villany.
- Now shall his barbarous body be a prey
- To beasts and fowls, and all the winds shall breathe
- Through shady leaves of every senseless tree
- Murmurs and hisses for his heinous sin.
- Now scalds his soul in the Tartarian streams,
- And feeds upon the baneful tree of hell,
- That Zoacum, that fruit of bitterness,
- That in the midst of fire is ingrafted,
- Yet flourishes as Flora in her pride,
- With apples like the heads of damned fiends.
- The devils there, in chains of quenchless flame,
- Shall lead his soul through Orcus' burning gulph,
- From pain to pain, whose change shall never end.
- What say'st thou yet, Gazellus, to his foil
- Which we referred to justice of his Christ,
- And to his power, which here appears as full
- As rays of Cynthia to the clearest sight?
- 'Tis but the fortune of the wars, my lord,
- Whose power is often proved a miracle.
- Yet in my thoughts shall Christ be honoured,
- Not doing Mahomet an injury,
- Whose power had share in this our victory;
- And since this miscreant hath disgraced his faith,
- And died a traitor both to heaven and earth,
- We will both watch and ward shall keep his trunk
- Amidst these plains for fowls to prey upon.
- Go, Uribassa, give it straight in charge.
- And now, Gazellus, let us haste and meet
- Our army, and our brother[s] of Jerusalem,
- Of Soria, Trebizond, and Amasia,
- And happily, with full Natolian bowls
- Of Greekish wine, now let us celebrate
- Our happy conquest and his angry fate.