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