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Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE IV. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1
SCENE IV. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe vol. 1 [1590]Edition used:The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 1.
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SCENE IV.
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.
Tomb.- 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, “
10 - 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
20 - 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!
Amy.- Let me have coach, my lord, that I may ride,
- And thus be drawn with these two idle kings.
Tamb.- 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.
Orc.- 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,
40 - Come once in fury and survey his pride,
- Haling him headlong to the lowest hell.
Ther.- 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.
Tech.- Nay, we will break the hedges of their mouths,
- And pull their kicking colts out of their pastures.
Usum.- Your majesty already hath devised
50 - A mean, as fit as may be, to restrain
- These coltish coach-horse tongues from blasphemy.
Cel.- How like you that, sir king? why speak you not?
Jer.- Ah, cruel brat, sprung from a tyrant's loins!
- How like his curshd father he begins
- To practise taunts and bitter tyrannies!
Tamb.- 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,
60 - 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?
Sold.
Tamb- Hold ye, tall soldiers, take ye queens apiece--
- I mean such queens as were king's concubines--
71 - Take them; divide them, and their jewels too,
- And let them equally serve all your turns.
Sold.
Tamb- Brawl not, I warn you, for your lechery :
- For every man that so offends shall die.
Orc.- 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?
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Tamb- Live continent then, ye slaves, and meet not
- me
- With troops of harlots at your slothful heels.
Ladies.- O pity us, my lord, and save our honours.
Tamb.- Are ye not gone, ye villains, with your spoils.?
- [They run away with the ladies.
Jet.- O merciless, infernal cruelty!
Tamb.- Save your honours! 'Twere but time indeed,
- Lost long before ye knew what honour meant.
Ther.- It seems they meant to conquer us, my lord,
- And make us jesting pageants for their trulls.
Tamb.- And now themselves shall make our pageants,
- And common soldiers jest with all their trulls.
91 - Let them take pleasure soundly in their spoils,
- Till we prepare our march to Babylon,
- Whither we next make expedition.
Teclt.- Let us not be idle then, my lord,
- But presently be prest to conquer it.
Tamb- 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,
100 - 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,
110 - 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
120 - 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,
130 - Until my soul, dissevered from this flesh,
- Shall mount the milk-white way, and meet him there.
- To Babylon, my lords _ to Babylon. [Exeunt.
ACT THE FIFTH.
- “Cureprimwnaltosegurgitetolhmt
- Sobseqmlucem_ueelat_navibuse_ant”
- “Now sit I like the mighty god of war,
- Aloztnted It,s charzot drawn with mlghty bulls.”
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