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ACT THE FOURTH. - 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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ACT THE FOURTH.
Alarums.—AmyrasandCelebinusissue from the tent whereCalyphassits asleep.
- Now in their glories shine the golden crowns
- Of these proud Turks, much like so many suns
- That half dismay the majesty of heaven.
- Now, brother, follow we our father's sword,
- That flies with fury swifter than our thoughts,
- And cuts down armies with his conquering wings.
- Call forth our lazy brother from the tent,
- For if my father miss him in the field,
- Wrath, kindled in the furnace of his breast,
- Will send a deadly lightning to his heart.
- Brother! Ho! what given so much to sleep'
- You cannot leave it, when our enemies' drums
- And rattling cannons thunder in our ears
- Our proper ruin and our father's foil?
- Away, ye fools! my father needs not me,
- Nor you in faith, but that you will be thought
- More childish-valorous than manly-wise.
- If half our camp should sit and sleep with me,
- My father were enough to scare the foe.
- You do dishonour to his majesty,
- To think our helps will do him any good.
- What! Dar'st thou then be absent from the field,
- Knowing my father hates thy cowardice,
- And oft hath warned thee to be still in field,
- When he himself amidst the thickest troops
- Beats down our foes, to flesh our taintless swords?
- I know, sir, what it is to kill a man;
- It works remorse of conscience in me;
- I take no pleasure to be murderous,
- Nor care for blood when wine will quench my thirst.
- cowardly boy! Fie! for shame come forth;
- Thou dost dishonour manhood and thy house.
- Go, go, tall stripling, fight you for us both,
- And take my other toward brother here,
- For person like to prove a second Mars.
- 'Twill please my mind as well to hear you both
- Have won a heap of honour in the field
- And left your slender carcases behind,
- As if I lay with you for company.
- Were all the lofty mounts of Zona Mundi
- That fill the midst of farthest Tartary
- Turned into pearl and proffered for my stay,
- I would not bide the fury of my father,
- When, made a victor in “these haughty arms,
- He comes and finds his sons have had no shares
- In all the honours he proposed for us.
- Take you the honour, I will take my ease;
- My wisdom shall excuse my cowardice.
- I go into the field before I need!
- [Alarums.—Amyras and Celebinus run in.
- The bullets fly at random where they list;
- And should I go and kill a thousand men,
- I were as soon rewarded with a shot,
- And sooner far than he that never fights;
- And should I go and do no harm nor good,
- I might have harm which all the good I have,
- Joined with my father's crown, would never cure.
- I'll to cards. Perdicas.
- Come, thou and I will go to cards to drive away the time.
- Content, my lord; but what shall we play for?
- Who shall kiss the fairest of the Turk's concubines first, when my father hath conquered them.
- Agreed, i'faith.
- They say I am a coward, Perdicas, and I fear as little their taratantaras, their swords or their cannons, as I do a naked lady in a net of gold, and, for fear I should be afraid, would put it off and come to bed with me.
- Such a fear, my lord, would never make ye retire.
- I would my father would let me be put in the front of such a battle once to try my valour. [Alarms]
- What a coil they keep! I believe there will be some hurt done anon amongst them.”
Enter Tamburlaine, Theridamas, Techelles, Usumca-sane, Amyras, and Celebinus, leading the Turkish Kings.
- See now, ye slaves, my children stoops your pride,
- And leads your bodies sheeplike to the sword.
- Bring them, my boys, and tell me if the wars
- Be not a life that may illustrate gods,
- And tickle not your spirits with desire
- Still to be trained in arms and chivalry?
- Shall we let go these kings again, my lord,
- To gather greater numbers 'gainst our power,
- That they may say it is not chance doth this,
- But matchless strength and magnanimity?
- No, no, Amyras; tempt not fortune so:
- Cherish thy valour still with fresh supplies,
- And glut it not with stale and daunted foes.
- But where's this coward villain, not my son,
- But traitor to ray name and majesty?
- He goes in and brings him out.
- Image of sloth and picture of a slave,
- The obloquy and scorn of my renown!
- How may my heart, thus firæd with mine eyes,
- Wounded with shame and killed with discontent,
- Shroud any thought may hold my striving hands
- From martial justice on thy wretched soul?
- Yet pardon him, I pray your majesty.
Tech. and Usum.
- Let all of us entreat your highness' pardon.
- Stand up, ye base, unworthy soldiers! Know ye not yet the argument of arms?
- Good my lord, let him be forgiven for once, And we will force him to the field hereafter.
- Stand up, my boys, and I will teach ye arms,
- And what the jealousy of wars must do.
- O Samarcanda (where I breathèd first
- And joyed the fire of this martial flesh),
- Blush, blush, fair city, at thine honour's foil,
- And shame of nature, which Jaertis' stream,
- Embracing thee with deepest of his love,
- Can never wash from thy distainèd brows!
- Here, Jove, receive his fainting soul again;
- A form not meet to give that subject essence
- Whose matter is the flesh of Tamburlaine;
- Wherein an incorporeal spirit moves,
- Made of the mould whereof thyself consists,
- Which makes me valiant, proud, ambitious,
- Ready to levy power against thy throne,
- That I might move the turning spheres of heaven!
- For earth and all this airy region
- Cannot contain the state of Tamburlaine.
- By Mahomet! thy mighty friend, I swear,
- In sending to my issue such a soul,
- Created of the massy dregs of earth,
- The scum and tartar of the elements,
- Wherein was neither courage, strength, or wit,
- But folly, sloth, and damned idleness,
- Thou hast procured a greater enemy
- Than he that darted mountains at thy head,
- Shaking the burthen mighty Atlas bears;
- Whereat thou trembling hid'st thee in the air,
- Clothed with a pitchy cloud for being seen :
- And now, ye cankered curs of Asia,
- That will not see the strength of Tamburlaine,
- Although it shine as brightly as the sun;
- Now you shall feel the strength of Tamburlaine.
- And, by the state of his supremacy, [Slabs CALVPHAS.
- Approve the difference 'twixt himself and you.
- Thou show'st the difference 'twixt ourselves and thee,
- In this thy barbarous damnhd tyranny.
- Thy victories are grown so violent,
- That shortly Heaven, filled with the meteors
- Of blood and fire thy tyrannies have made,
- Will pour down blood and fire on thy head,
- Whose scalding drops will pierce thy seething brains,
- And, with our bloods, revenge our bloods on thee.
- Villains! these terrors and these tyrannies
- (If tyrannies war's justice ye repute,)
- I execute, enjoined me from above,
- To scourge the pride of such as Heaven abhors;
- Nor am I made arch-monarch of the woHd,
- Crowned and invested by the hand of Jove
- For deeds of bounty or nobility;
- But since I exercise a greater name,
- The scourge of God, and terror of the worlds
- I must apply myself to fit those terms,
- In war, in blood, in death, in cruelty,
- And plague such peasants as resist in me,
- The power of Heaven's eternal majesty.
- Theridamas, Techelles, and Casane,
- Ransack the tents and the pavilions
- Of these proud Turks, and take their concubines,
- Making them bury this effeminate brat,
- For not a common soldier shaU defile
- His manly fingers with so faint a boy.
- Then bring those Turkish harlots to my tent,
- And I'll dispose them as it likes me best;
- Meanwhile, take him in.
- O damned monster I Nay, a fiend of hell,
- Whose cruelties are not so harsh as thine,
- Nor yet imposed with such a bitter hate!
- Revenge it, Rhadamanth and Æacus,
- And let your hates, extended in his pains,
- Excel the hate wherewith he pains our souls.
- May never day give virtue to his eyes,
- Whose sight, composed of fury and of fire,
- Doth send such stern affections to his heart.
- May never spirit, vein, or artier, feed
- The curstd substance of that cruel heart!
- But, wanting moisture and remorseful blood,
- Dry up with anger, and consume with heat.
- Well, bark, ye dogs; I'll bridle all your tongues,
- And bind them close with bits of burnished steel,
- Down to the channels of your hateful throats
- And, with the pains my rigour shall inflict,
- I'll make ye roar, that earth may echo forth
- The far-resounding torments ye sustain :
- As when an herd of lusty Cymbrian bulls
- Run mourning round about the females' miss,
- And, stung with fury of their following,
- Fall all the air with troublous bellowing;
- I will, with engines never exercised,
- Conquer, sack, and utterly consume
- Your cities and your golden palaces;
- And, with the flames that beat against the clouds,
- Incense the heavens, and make the stars to melt,
- As if they were the tears of Mahomet,
- For hot consumption of his country's pride;
- And, till by vision or by speech I hear
- Immortal Jove say “Cease, my Tamburlaine,”
- I will persist, a terror to the world,
- Making the meteors (that, like armed men,
- Are seen to march upon the towers of heaven),
- Run tilting round about the firmament,
- And break their burning lances in the air,
- For honour of my wondrous victories.
- Come, bring them in to our pavilion. [Exeunt.
OLYMPIA discovered Mane.
- Distressed Olympia, whose weeping eyes
- Since thy arrival here behold no sun,
- But closed within the compass of a tent
- Hath stained thy cheeks, and made thee look like death,
- Devise some means to rid thee of thy life,
- Rather than yield to his detested smt,
- Whose drift is only to dishonour thee;
- And since this earth, dewed with thy brinish tears,
- Affords no herbs whose taste may poison thee,
- Nor yet this air, beat often with thy sighs, io
- Contagious smells and vapours to infect thee,
- Nor thy close cave a sword to murder thee;
- Let this invention be the instrument.
- Well met, Olympia; I sought thee in my tent,
- But when I saw the place obscure and dark,
- Which with thy beauty thou was wont to light,
- Enraged, I ran about the fields for thee,
- Supposing amorous Jove had sent his son,
- The winged Hermes, to convey thee hence;
- But now I find thee, and that fear is past.
- Tell me, Olympia, wilt thou grant my suit?
- My lord and husband's death, with my sweet son's,
- (With whom I buried all affections
- Save grief and sorrow, which torment my heart,)
- Forbids my mind to entertain a thought
- That tends to love, but meditate on death,
- A fitter subject for a pensive soul.
- Olympia, pity him, in whom thy looks
- Have greater operation and more force
- Than Cynthia's in the water), wilderness,
- For with thy view my joys are at the full,
- And ebb again as thou departest from me.
- Ah, pity me, my lord! and draw your sword,
- Making a passage for my troubled soul,
- Which beats against this prison to get out,
- And meet my husband and my loving son.
- Nothing but sull thy husband and thy son!
- Leave this, my love, and listen more to me.
- Thou shalt be stately queen of fair Argier;
- And clothed in costly cloth of massy gold,
- Upon the marble turrets of my court
- Sit like to Venus in her chair of state,
- Commanding all thy princely eye desires;
- And I will east off arms to sit with thee,
- Spending my life in sweet discourse of love.
- No such discourse is pleasant in mine ears,
- But that where every period ends with death,
- And every line begins with death again.
- I cannot love, to be an emperess.
- Nay, lady, then, if nothing will prevail,
- I'll use some other means to make you yield :
- Such is the sudden fury of my love,
- I must and will be pleased, and you shall yield :
- Come to the tent again.
- Stay now, my lord; and, will a you save my honour,
- I'll give your grace a present of such price,
- As all the world cannot afford the like.
- An ointment which a cunning alchymist,
- Distilled from the purest balsamum
- And simplest extracts of all minerals,
- In which the essential form of marble stone,
- Tempered by science metaphysical,
- And spells of magic from the mouths of spirits,
- With which if you but 'noint your tender skin,
- Nor pistols, sword, nor lance, can pierce your flesh.
- Why, madam, think you to mock me thus palpably?
- To prove it, I will 'noint my naked throat,
- Which, when you stab, look on your weapon's point,
- And you shall see't rebated with the blow.
- Why gave you not your husband some of it,
- If you loved him, and it so precious?
- My purpose was, my lord, to spend it so,
- But was prevented by his sudden end;
- And for a present, easy proof thereof,
- That I dissemble not, try it on me.
- I will, Olympia, and will keep it for
- The richest present of this eastern world.
[She anoints her throat.
- Now stab, my lord, and mark your weapon's point,
- That will be blunted if the blow be great.
- Here then, Olympia. [Stabs her.
- What, have I slain her! Villain, stab thyself,
- Cut off this arm that murdered thy love,
- In whom the learned Rabbis of this age
- Might find as many wondrous miracles
- As in the Theoria of the world.
- Now hell is fairer than Elysium;
- A greater lamp than that bright eye of heaven,
- From whence the stars do borrow all their light,
- Wanders about the black circumference;
- And now the damned souls are free from pain,
- For every Fury gazeth on her looks;
- Infernal “Dis is courting of my love,
- Inventing masks and stately shows for her,
- Opening the doors of his rich treasury
- To entertain this queen of chastity;
- Whose body shall be tombed with all the pomp
- The treasure of my kingdom may afford.
- [Exit, with the body.
ACT THE SECOND.
Enter TAMBURLAINE drawn in his chariot by the Kings of Trebizond and Sofia, with bits in their mouths, reins in his left hand, and in his right hand a whip with which he scourgeth them; “TECHELLES, TRERIDAMAS, USUMCASANE, AMVRAS, CELEBINUS; Kings of Natolia and Jerusalem led by five or six comman soldiers.
- Hollo, ye pampered jades of Asia!
- What! can ye draw but twenty miles a day,
- And have so proud a chariot at your heels,
- And such a coachman as great Tamburlaine,
- But from Asphaltis, where I conquered you,
- To Byron here, where thus I honour you!
- The horse that guide the golden eye of Heaven,
- And blow the morning from their nosterils,
- Making their fiery gait above the clouds,
- Are not so honoured in their governor, “
- As you, ye slaves, in mighty Tamburlaine.
- The headstrong jades of Thrace Alcides tamed,
- That King Egeus fed with human flesh,
- And made so wanton that they knew their strengths,
- Were not subdued with valour more divine
- Than you by this unconquered ann of mine.
- To make you fierce, and fit my appetite,
- You shall be fed with flesh as raw as blood,
- And drink in pails the strongest muscadel;
- If you can live with it, then live, and draw
- My chariot swifter than the racking clouds;
- If not, then die hke beasts, and fit for naught
- But perches for the black and fatal ravens.
- Thus am I right the scourge of h_ghest Jove;
- And see the figure of my dignity
- By which I hold my name and majesty!
- Let me have coach, my lord, that I may ride,
- And thus be drawn with these two idle kings.
- Thy youth forbids such ease, my kingly boy,
- Tire Second Part of [Aer Iv.
- They shall to-morrow draw my chariot, 30
- While these their fellow-kings may be refreshed.
- O thou that sway'st the region under earth,
- And art a king as absolute as Jove,
- Come as thou didst in fruitful Sicily,
- Surveying all the glories of the land,
- And as thou took'st the fair Proserpina,
- Joying the fruit of Ceres' garden-plot,
- For love, for honour, and to make her queen,
- So for just hate, for shame, and to subdue
- This proud contemner of thy dreadful power,
- Come once in fury and survey his pride,
- Haling him headlong to the lowest hell.
- Your majesty must get some bits for these,
- To bridle their contemptuous, cursing tongues,
- That, like unruly, never-broken jades,
- Break through the hedges of their hateful mouths,
- And pass their fixed bounds exceedingly.
- Nay, we will break the hedges of their mouths,
- And pull their kicking colts out of their pastures.
- Your majesty already hath devised
- A mean, as fit as may be, to restrain
- These coltish coach-horse tongues from blasphemy.
- How like you that, sir king? why speak you not?
- Ah, cruel brat, sprung from a tyrant's loins!
- How like his curshd father he begins
- To practise taunts and bitter tyrannies!
- Ay, Turk, I tell thee, this same boy is he
- That must (advanced in higher pomp than this)”
- Rifle the kingdoms I shall leave unsacked,
- If Jove, esteeming me too good for earth,
- Raise me to match the fair Aldeboran,
- Above the threefold ostracism of heaven,
- Before I conquer all the triple world.
- Now, fetch me out the Turkish concubines;
- I will prefer them for the funeral
- They have bestowed on my abortive son.
- [The Concubines are broughl in.
- Where are my common soldiers now, that fought
- So lion-like upon Asphaitis' plains?
- Hold ye, tall soldiers, take ye queens apiece--
- I mean such queens as were king's concubines--
- Take them; divide them, and their jewels too,
- And let them equally serve all your turns.
- Brawl not, I warn you, for your lechery :
- For every man that so offends shall die.
- Injurious tyrant, wilt thou so defame
- The hateful fortunes of thy victory,
- To exercise upon such guiltless dames
- The violence of thy common soldiers' lust?
- Live continent then, ye slaves, and meet not
- With troops of harlots at your slothful heels.
- O pity us, my lord, and save our honours.
- Are ye not gone, ye villains, with your spoils.?
- [They run away with the ladies.
- O merciless, infernal cruelty!
- Save your honours! 'Twere but time indeed,
- Lost long before ye knew what honour meant.
- It seems they meant to conquer us, my lord,
- And make us jesting pageants for their trulls.
- And now themselves shall make our pageants,
- And common soldiers jest with all their trulls.
- Let them take pleasure soundly in their spoils,
- Till we prepare our march to Babylon,
- Whither we next make expedition.
- Let us not be idle then, my lord,
- But presently be prest to conquer it.
- We will, Teehelles. Forward then, ye jades.
- Now crouch, ye kings of greatest Asia,
- And tremble when ye hear this scourge will come
- That whips down cities and controuleth crowns,
- Adding their wealth and treasure to my store.
- The Euxine sea, north to Natolia;
- The Terrene, west; the Caspian, north-north-east;
- And on the south, Sinus Arabicus;
- Shall all be loaden with the martial spoils
- We will convey with us to Persia.
- Then shall my native city, Samarcanda,
- And crystal waves of fresh Jaertis' stream,
- The pride and beauty of her princely seat,
- Be famous through the furthest continents,
- For there my palace-royal shall be placed,
- Whose shining turrets shall dismay the heavens,
- And cast the fame of Ilion's tower to hell.
- Thorough the streets with troops of conquered kings,
- I'll ride in golden armour like the sun;
- And in my helm a triple plume shall spring,
- Spangled with diamonds, dancing in the air,
- To note me emperor of the threefold world,
- Like to an almond tree y-mounted high
- Upon the lofty and celestial mount
- Of ever-green Selinus quaintly decked
- With blooms more white than Erycina's brows,
- Whose tender blossoms tremble every one,
- At every little breath through heaven is blown.
- Then in my coach, like Saturn's royal son,
- Mounted his shining chariot gilt with fire,
- And drawn with princely eagles through the path
- Paved with bright crystal and enchased with stars,
- When all the gods stand gazing at his pomp,
- So will I ride through Samarcanda streets,
- Until my soul, dissevered from this flesh,
- Shall mount the milk-white way, and meet him there.
- To Babylon, my lords _ to Babylon. [Exeunt.
- “Now sit I like the mighty god of war,
- Aloztnted It,s charzot drawn with mlghty bulls.”