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SCENE I. - 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 I.

Enter the Governor of Babylon, MAXIMUS, and others upon the walls.

Gov.

  • What saith Maximus?

Max.

  • My lord, the breach the enemy hath made
  • Gives such assurance of our overthrow
  • That little hope is left to save our lives,
  • Or hold our city from the conqueror's hands.
  • Then hang our/tags, my lord, of humble truce,
  • And satisfy the people's general prayers,
  • That Tamburlaine's intolerable wrath
  • May be suppressed by our submission.

Gov.

  • Villain, respects thou1 more thy slavish life,

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  • Than honour of thy country or thy name?
  • Are not my life and state as dear to me,
  • The city, and my native country's weal,
  • As anything of price with thy conceit?
  • Have we not hope, for all our battered walls,
  • To live secure and keep his forces out,
  • When this our famous lake of Limnasphaltis
  • Makes walls afresh with everything that falls
  • Into the liquid substance of his stream,
  • More strong than are the gates of death or hell?

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  • What faintness should dismay our courages
  • When we are thus defenced against our foes,
  • And have no terror but his threatening looks.

Enter a Citizen, who kneds to the Governor.

Cir.

  • My lord, if ever you did deed of ruth,
  • And now will work a refuge for our lives,
  • Offer submission, hang up flags of truce,
  • That Tamburlaine may pity our distress,
  • And use us like a loving conqueror.
  • Though this be held his last day's dreadful siege,
  • Wherein he spareth neither man nor child,

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  • Yet are there Christians of Georgia here,
  • Whose state was ever pitied and relieved,
  • Would get his pardon if your grace would send.

Gov.

  • How is my soul environkd [with cares!]
  • And this eternized city, Babylon,
  • Filled with a pack of faint-heart fugitives
  • That thus entreat their shame and servitude I
  • Enter another Citizen.

Sec. Cit.

  • My lord, if ever you will win our hearts,
  • Yield up the town and1 save our wives and children;
  • For I will cast myself from off these walls

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  • Or die some death of quickest violence
  • Before I bide the wrath of Tamburlaine.

Gay.

  • Villains, cowards, traitors to our state!
  • Fall to the earth and pierce the pit of hell,
  • That legions of tormenting spirits may vex
  • Your slavish bosoms with continual pains!
  • I care not, nor the town will ever yield,
  • As long as any life is in my breast.

Enter THERIDAMAS, TECHELLES, and Soldiers withou! the walls.

Ther.

  • Thou desperate governor of Babylon,
  • To save thy hfe, and us a little labour,

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  • Yield speedily the city to our hands,
  • Or else be sure thou shalt be forced with pains,
  • More exquisite than ever traitor felt.

Gov

  • Tyrant! I turn the traitor in thy throat,
  • And will defend it in despite of thee.--
  • Call up the soldiers to defend these walls!

Tech.

  • Yield, foolish governor; we offer more
  • Than ever yet we did to such proud slaves
  • As durst resist us till our third day's siege.
  • Thou seest us prest to give the last assault,

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  • And that shall bide no more regard of parle. 1

Gov.

  • Assault and spare not; we will never yield.
  • [Alarms: and tkey scale the walls.

Enter TAMBURLAINE (drawn in his chariot by the kings of Trebizond and Soria), USUMCASANE, AMYRAS, and CELEBInCUS; the two spare1 Kings of Natolia and Jerusalem; and others.

Tamb.

  • The stately buildings of fair Babylon,
  • Whose lofty pillars, higher than the clouds,
  • Were wont to guide the seaman in the deep,
  • Being carried thither by the cannon's force,
  • Now fill the mouth of Limnasphaltis' lake
  • And make a bridge unto the battered walls.
  • Where Belus, Ninus, and great Alexander
  • Have rode in triumph, triumphs Tamburlaine,

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  • Whose chariot wheels have burst the Assyrians' bones,
  • Drawn with these kings on heaps of carcases.
  • Now in the place where fair Semiramis,
  • Courted by kings and peers of Asia,
  • Hath trod the measures,1 do my soldiers march;
  • And in the streets, where brave Assyrian dames
  • Have rid in pomp like rich Saturnia,
  • With furious words and frowning visages
  • My horsemen brandish their unruly blades.
  • Re-enter THERIDAMAS and TECHELLES,brinffng in the Governor of Babylon.
  • Who have ye there, my lords?

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Ther.

  • The sturdy governor of Babylon,
  • That made us all the labour for the town,
  • And used sueh slender reckoning of your majesty.

Tamb.

  • Go, bind the villain; he shall hang in chains
  • Upon the ruins of this conquered town.
  • Sirrah, the view of our vermilion tents,
  • (Which threatened more than if the region
  • Next underneath the element of fire
  • Were full of comets and of blazing stars,
  • Whose flaming trains should reach down to the earth,)

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  • Could not affright you; no, nor I myself,
  • The wrathful messenger of mighty Jove,
  • That with his sword hath quailed all earthly kings,
  • Could not persuade you to submission,
  • But still the ports were shut; villain! I say,
  • Should I but touch the rusty gates of hell,
  • The triple-headed Cerberus would howl
  • And wake black Jove to crouch and kneel to me;
  • But I have sent volleys of shot to you,
  • Yet could not enter till the breach was made.

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Gov.

  • Nor, if my body could have stopt the breach,
  • Should'st thou have entered, cruel Tamburlaine.
  • 'Tis not thy bloody tents can make me yield,
  • Nor yet thyself, the anger of the Highest,
  • For though thy cannon shook the city wails,
  • My heart did never quake, or courage faint.

Tamb.

  • Well, now I'll make it quake; go draw him1 up,
  • Hang him in 2 chains upon the city walls,
  • And let my soldiers shoot the slave to death.

Gov.

  • Vile monster! born of some infernal hag,

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  • And sent from hell to tyrannise on earth,
  • Do all thy worst; nor death, nor Tamburlaine,
  • Torture, nor pain, can daunt my dreadless mind.

Tamb.

  • Up with him, then; his body shall be scared.

Gov.

  • But, Tamburlaine, in Limnasphalfis' lake
  • There lies more gold than Babylon is worth,
  • Which when the city was besieged, I hid.
  • Save but my life and I will give it thee.

Tamb.

  • Then for all your valour you would save your life?
  • Whereabout lies it?

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Gov.

  • Under a hollow bank, right opposite
  • Against the western gate of Babylon.

Tamb.

  • Go thither, some of you, and take his gold;-
  • The rest--forward with execution!
  • Away with him hence, let him speak no more.
  • I think I make your courage something quail
  • When this is done, we'll march from Babylon,
  • And make our greatest haste to Persia.
  • [They hang u_Othe Governor in chains
  • These jades are broken-winded and half tired,
  • Unharness them, and let me have fresh horse.

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  • [Attendants unharness the Kings o_ Trebizond and Sofia.
  • So, now their best is done to honour me,
  • Take them and hang them both up presently,

Treb.

  • Vild tyrant! barbarous bloody Tamburlaine!

Tamb.

  • Take them away, Theridamas; see them despatched.

Ther.

  • I will, my lord.
  • [Exit with the lr_ings of Trebizond and Sofia.

Tamb.

  • Come, Asian viceroys; to your tasks awhile,
  • And take such fortune as your fellows felt.

Ore.

  • First let thy Seythian horse tear both our limbs,
  • Rather than we should draw thy chariot,
  • And like base slaves abject our prmcety minds

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  • To vile and ignominious servitud_

Jrer.

  • Rather lend me thy weapon, Tamburlaine,
  • That I may sheathe it in this breast of mine.
  • A thousand deaths could not torment our hearts
  • More than the thought of this doth vex our souls.

Amy.

  • They will talk still, my lord, if you don't bridle them.

Tamb.

  • Bridle them, and let me to my coach.
  • [They bridle them.

Amy.

  • See now, my lord, how brave the captain hangs.

Tam&

  • 'Tis brave indeed, my boy; well done.
  • Shoot first, my lord, and then the rest shall follow.

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Ther.

  • Then have at him to begin withal.
  • [THERIDAMAS Shoots.

Gov.

  • Yet save my life, and let this wound appease
  • The mortal fury of great Tamburlaiue.

Tamb.

  • No, though Asphaltis' lake were liquid gold,
  • And offered me as ransom for thy life,
  • Yet should'st thou die. Shoot at him all at once.
  • [They shoat.
  • So, now he hangs like Bagdet's governor,
  • Having as many bullets in his flesh
  • As there be breaches in her battered walL
  • Go now, and bind the burghers hand and foot,

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  • And cast them headlong in the city's lake.
  • Tartars and Persians shall inhabit there,
  • And to command the city, I will build
  • A [lofty] citadel that all Africa,
  • Which hath been subject to the Persian king,
  • Shall pay me tribute for in Babylon.

Tech.

  • What shall be done with their wives and children, my lord?

Tamb

  • Techelles, drown them all, man, woman, and child.
  • Leave not a Babylonian in the town.

Tech.

  • I will about it straight. Come, soldiers.

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  • [Exit with soldiers.

Tomb.

  • Now, Casane, where's the Turkish Alcoran,
  • And all the heaps of superstitious books
  • Found in the temples of that Mahomet,
  • Whom I have thought a god? They shall be burnt.

Usum.

  • Here they are, my lord.

Tarab.

  • Well said; let there be a fire presently.
  • In vain, I see, men worship Mahomet :
  • My sword hath sent millions of Turks to hell,
  • Slain all his priests, his kinsmen, and his friends,
  • And yet I live untouched by Mahomet.

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  • There is a God, full of revenging wrath,
  • From whom the thunder and the lightning breaks,
  • Whose scourge I am, and him will I obey :
  • So, Casane, fling them in the fire.
  • Now, Mahomet, if thou have any power,
  • Come down thyself and work a miracle :
  • Thou art not worthy to be worshipped,
  • That suffers flame of fire to burn the writ
  • Wherein the sum of thy religion rests.
  • Why send'st thou not a furious whirlwind down

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  • To blow thy Alcoran up to thy throne,
  • Where men report thou sit'st by God himself?
  • Or vengeance on the head of Tamburlaine
  • That shakes his sword against thy majesty,
  • And spurns the abstracts of thy foolish laws?
  • Well, soldiers, Mahomet remains in hell;
  • He cannot hear the voice of Tamburlaine;
  • Seek out another Godhead to adore,
  • The God that sits in heaven, if any God;
  • For he is God alone, and none but he.

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  • Re-enter TECHELLES.

Tech

  • I have fulfilled your highness' will, my lord.
  • Thousands of men, dro_uaed in Asphaltis' lake,
  • Have made the waters swell above the banks,
  • And fishes, fed 1 by human carcases,
  • Amazed, swim up and down upon the waves,
  • As when they swallow assafo_tida,
  • Which makes them fleet aloft and gape for air.

Tamb.

  • Well then, my friendly lords, what now remains,
  • But that we leave sufficient garrison,
  • And presently depart to Persia

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  • To triumph after all our victories?

Ther.

  • Ay, good my lord; let us in haste to Persia,
  • And let this captain be removed the walls
  • To some high hill about the city here.

Lamb.

  • Let it be so; about it, soldiers;
  • But stay; I feel myself distempered suddenly.

Tech.

  • What is it dares distemper Tamburlaine?

Lamb.

  • Something, Techelles; but I know not what--
  • But forth, ye vassals! whatsoe'er it be,
  • Sickness or death can never conquer me.
  • [Exeunt.

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[1]So the old copies. “Respects thou” is good Ehzabedxan Enghsh.

[1]So 4to.--Omitted 8vo.

[1]Old copies “parlie.”

[1]I.e. the kingsout of harness

[1]A statelydance. Cf. Muc_Ado. _. x “--” Thefirstsuitishotand hastylikea Scotchjig, andfullas fantastleal; theweddingmannerly, modestasa measure,fullof stateandancientry.”

[1]So 4to.8vo, “it.”

[2]Oldcopies “vp in.”

[1]Old coples “feede.”