Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE I. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1
SCENE I. - 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.—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.”