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SCENE II. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1 [1590]

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The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 1.

Part of: The Works of Christopher Marlowe, 3 vols.

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SCENE II.

Enter Tamburlaine, Theridamas, Techelles, Usumca-sane, Amyras, and Celebinus, leading the Turkish Kings.

Tamb.

  • See now, ye slaves, my children stoops1 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?

Amy.

  • 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?

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Tamb.

  • 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 mine2 eyes,
  • Wounded with shame and killed with discontent,
  • Shroud any thought may1 hold my striving hands

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  • From martial justice on thy wretched soul?

Ther.

  • Yet pardon him, I pray your majesty.

Tech. and Usum.

  • Let all of us entreat your highness' pardon.

Tamb.

  • Stand up, ye base, unworthy soldiers! Know ye not yet the argument of arms?

Amy.

  • Good my lord, let him be forgiven for once,2 And we will force him to the field hereafter.

Tamb.

  • Stand up, my boys, and I will teach ye arms,
  • And what the jealousy of wars must do.
  • O Samarcanda (where I breathèd first

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  • And joyed the fire of this martial flesh),
  • Blush, blush, fair city, at thine honour's foil,3
  • And shame of nature, which4 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,

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  • 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,

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  • 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.

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  • And, by the state of his supremacy, [Slabs CALVPHAS.
  • Approve the difference 'twixt himself and you.

Ore.

  • Thou show'st the difference 'twixt ourselves and thee,
  • In this thy barbarous damnhd tyranny.

Jer.

  • 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 bloods1 on thee.

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Tam&

  • 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,

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  • In war, in blood, in death, in cruelty,
  • And plague such peasants as resist in1 me,
  • The power of Heaven's eternal majesty.
  • Theridamas, Techelles, and Casane, 2
  • 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,

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  • And I'll dispose them as it likes me best;
  • Meanwhile, take him in.

Sold

  • We will, my lord.

Jer.

  • 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!

Ore.

  • Revenge it, Rhadamanth and Æacus,
  • And let your hates, extended in his pains,
  • Excel1 the hate wherewith he pains our souls.

Treb.

  • May never day give virtue to his eyes,

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  • Whose sight, composed of fury and of fire,
  • Doth send such stern affections to his heart.

Sot.

  • 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.

Tamb.

  • 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,

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  • 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, 1
  • 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,

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  • 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,

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  • For honour of my wondrous victories.
  • Come, bring them in to our pavilion. [Exeunt.

[1]Humiliate, make to stoop.

[2]So 4to.—8vo. “my.”

[1]So 4to.—8vo. “nay.”

[2]So 4to.—8vo. “one.”

[3]Soil, stain. Cunningham gives an apposite quotation from Bradford the martyr:—“David, that good king, had a foul foil when he committed whoredom with his faithful servant's wife, Bethsabe.”

[4]Old copies “with.”

[1]So 4to.--8vo. “blood.”

[1]Dyce'scorrection(anticipated by Broughton)for “resisting” of the old copies.

[2]So 4to.—8vo, “Usumcasane.”

[1]8vo. “expell.”--4to. “expel.” I have adopted Dyce's correction.

[1]Loss, absence.--The simile is Imitated from avaen Queene, book I, canto viii., ll 100-4.