Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE V. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1
SCENE V. - 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 Callapine, Orcanes, Almeda, and the Kings of Jerusalem, Trebizond, and Soria, -with their trains.— To them enter a Messenger.
- Renowmid emperor, mighty Callapine,
- God's great lieutenant over all the world!
- Here at Aleppo, with a host of men,
- Lies Tamburlaine, this king of Persia,
- (In numbers more than are the quivering leaves
- Of Ida's forest, where your highness' hounds,
- With open cry, pursue the wounded stag,)
- Who means to girt Natolia's walls with siege,
- Fire the town, and overrun the land.
- My royal army is as great as his,
- That, from the bounds of Phrygia to the sea
- Which washeth Cyprus with his brinish waves,
- Covers the hills, the valleys, and the plains.
- Viceroys and peers of Turkey, play the men!
- Whet all your swords, to mangle Tamburlaine,
- His sons, his captains, and his followers;
- By Mahomet! not one of them shall live;
- The field wherein this battle shall be fought
- For ever term the Persian's sepulchre,
- In memory of this our victory!
- Now, he that calls himself the scourge of Jove,
- The emgeror of the world, and earthly god,
- Shall end the warlike progress he intends,
- And travel headlong to the lake of hell,
- Where legions of devils, (knowing he must die
- Here, in Natolia, by your highness' hands,)
- All brandishing their brands of quenchless fire,
- Stretching their monstrous paws, grin with their teeth,
- And guard the gates to entertain his soul.
- Tell me, viceroys, the number of your men,
- And what our army royal is esteemed.
- From Palestina and Jerusalem,
- Of Hebrews threescore thousand fighting men
- Are come since last we showed your majesty.
- So from Arabia Desert, and the bounds
- Of that sweet land, whose brave metropolis
- Re-edified the fair Semiramis,
- Came forty thousand warlike foot and horse,
- Since last we numbered to your majesty.
- From Trebizond, in Asia the Less,
- Naturalised Turks and stout Bithynians
- Came to my bands, full fifty thousand more
- (That, fighting, know not what retreat doth mean,
- Nor e'er return but with the victory,)
- Since last we numbered to your majesty.
- Of Sorians from Halla is repaired,
- And neighbour cities of your highness' land,
- Ten thousand horse, and thirty thousand foot,
- Since last we numbered to your majesty;
- So that the royal army is esteemed
- Six hundred thousand valiant fighting men.
- Then welcome, Tamburlaine, unto thy death.
- Come, puissant viceroys, let us to the field,
- (The Persians' sepulchre,) and sacrifice
- Mountains of breathless men to Mahomet,
- Who now, with Jove, opens the firmament
- To see the slaughter of our enemies.
- Enter Tamburlaine and his three Sons, Usumcasane, &c.
- How now, Casane? See a knot of kings,
- Sitting as if they were a-telling riddles.
- My lord, your presence makes them pale and wan:
- Poor souls! they look as if their deaths were near.
- And so he is, Casane; I am here;
- But yet I'll save their lives, and make them slaves.
- Ye petty kings of Turkey, I am come,
- As Hector did into the Grecian camp,
- To overdare the pride of Græcia,
- And set his warlike person to the view
- Of fierce Achilles, rival of his fame:
- I do you honour in the simile;
- For if I should, as Hector did Achilles,
- (The worthiest knight that ever brandished sword),
- Challenge in combat any of you all,
- I see how fearfully ye would refuse,
- And fly my glove as from a scorpion.
- Now thou art fearful of thy army's strength,
- Thou would'st with overmatch of person fight;
- But, shepherd's issue, base-born Tamburlaine,
- Think of thy end! this sword shall lance thy throat.
- Villain! the shepherd's issue (at whose birth
- Heaven did afford a gracious aspèct,
- And joined those stars that shall be opposite
- Even till the dissolution of the world,
- And never meant to make a conqueror
- So famous as is mighty Tamburlaine,)
- Shall so torment thee and that Callapine,
- That, like a roguish runaway, suborned
- That villain there, that slave, that Turkish dog,
- To false his service to his sovereign,
- As ye shall curse the birth of Tamburlaine.
- Rail not, proud Scythian! I shall now revenge
- My father's vile abuses, and mine own.
- By Mahomet! he shall be tied in chains,
- Rowing with Christians in a brigandme
- About the Grecian isles to rob and spoil,
- And turn him to his ancient trade again:
- Methinks the slave should make a lusty thief.
- Nay, when the battle ends, all we will meet,
- And sit in council to invent some pain
- That most may vex his body and his soul.
- Sirrah, Callapine! I'll hang a clog about your neck for running away again; you shall not trouble me thus to come and fetch you;
- But as for you, viceroy[s], you shall have bits,
- And, harnessed like my horses, draw my coach;
- And when ye stay, be lashed with whips of wire.
- I'll have you learn to feed on provender
- And in a stable lie upon the planks.
- But, Tamburlaine, first thou shalt kneel to us,
- And humbly crave a pardon for thy life.
- The common soldiers of our mighty host no Shall bring thee bound unto the general's tent.
- And all have jointly sworn thy cruel death,
- Or bind thee in eternal torments' wrath.
- Well, sirs, diet yourselves; you know I shall have occasion shortly to journey you.
- See, father,
- How Almeda the jailor looks upon us.
- Villain! traitor! damned fugitive.!
- I'll make thee wish the earth had swallowed thee,
- See'st thou not death within my wrathful looks?
- Go, villain, cast thee headlong from a rock,
- Or rip thy bowels, and rent out thy heart
- To appease my wrath! or else I'll torture thee,
- Searing thy hateful flesh with burning irons
- And drops of scalding lead, while all thy joints
- Be racked and beat asunder with the wheel;
- For, if thou liv'st, not any element
- Shall shroud thee from the wrath of Tamburlaine.
- Well, in despite of thee he shall be king.
- Come, Almeda; receive this crown of me,
- I here invest thee king of Ariadan
- Bordering on Mare Roso, near to Mecca.
- Good my lord, let me take it.
- [To Tamb.
- Dost thou ask him leave? Here; take it.
- Go to, sirrah, take your crown, and make up the half dozen. So, sirrah, now you are a king, you must give arms.
- So he shall, and wear thy head in his scutcheon.
- No; let him hang a bunch of keys on his standard to put him in remembrance he was a jailor, that when I take him, I may knock out his brains with them, and lock you in the stable, when you shall come sweating from my chariot.
- Away; let us to the field, that the villain may be slain.
- Sirrah, prepare whips and bring my chariot to my tent, for as soon as the battle is done, I'll ride in triumph through the camp.
- EnterTheridamas, Techelles, and their train.
- How now, ye petty kings? Lo, here are bugs
- Will make the hair stand upright on your heads,
- And cast your crowns in slavery at their feet.
- Welcome, Theridamas and Techelles, both!
- See ye this rout, and know ye this same king?
- my lord; he was Callapine's keeper.
- Well, now ye see he is a king; look to him, Theridamas, when we are fighting, lest he hide his crown as the foolish king of Persia did.
- No, Tamburlaine; he shall not be put to that exigent, I warrant thee.
- You know not, sir—
- But now, my followers and my loving friends,
- Fight as you ever did, like conquerors,
- The glory of this happy day is yours.
- My stern aspect shall make fair victory,
- Hovering betwixt our armies, light on me
- Loaden with laurel wreaths to crown us all.
- I smile to think how, when this field is fought
- And rich Natolia ours, our men shall sweat
- With carrying pearl and treasure on their backs.
- You shall be princes all, immediately;
- Come, fight ye Turks, or yield us victory.
- No; we will meet thee, slavish Tamburlaine.
ACT THE FOURTH.