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 CALLAPINE, lhe King of Amasia, and Soldiers, with drums and lrumiOets.
- King of Amasia, now our mighty host
- Marcheth in Asia Major where the streams
- Of Euphrates and Tigris swiftly run,
- And here may we behold great Babylon
- Circled about with Limnasphaltis' lake
- Where Tamburlaine with all his army lies,
- Which being faint and weary with the siege,
- We may lie ready to encounter him
- Before his host be full from Babylon,
- And so revenge our latest grievous loss,
- If God or Mahomet send any aid.
- Doubt not, my lord, but we shall conquer him.
- The monster that hath drunk a sea of blood,
- And yet gapes still for more to quench his thirst,
- Our Turkioh swords shall headlong send to.hell,
- And that vile carcase drawn by warlike kings
- The fowls shall eat; for never sepulchre
- Shall grace this base-born tyrant Tamburlaine.
- When I record my parents' slavish life,
- Their cruel death, mine own captivity, 2o
- My viceroys' bondage under Tamburlaine,
- Methinks I could sustain a thousand deaths
- To be revenged of all his villany.
- Ah, sacred Mahomet! thou that hast seen
- Millions of Turks perish by Tamburlaine,
- Kingdoms made waste, brave cities sacked and burnt,
- And but one host is left to honour thee,
- Aid thy obedient servant, Callapine,
- And make him after all these overthrows
- To triumph over cursed Tamburlaine.
- Fear not, my lord; I see great Mahomet
- Clothed in purple clouds, and on his head
- A chaplet brighter than Apollo's crown,
- Marching about the air with armed men
- To join with you against this Tamburlam.
- Renowmèd general, mighty Callapine,
- Though God himself and holy Mahomet
- Should come in person to resist your power,
- Yet might your mighty host encounter all,
- And pull proud Tamburlaine upon his knees
- To sue for mercy at your highness' feet.
- Captain, the force of Tamburlaine is great,
- His fortune greater, and the victories
- Wherewith he hath so sore dismayed the world
- Are greatest to discourage all our drifts;
- Yet when the pride of Cynthia is at full,
- She wanes again, and so shall his, I hope;
- For we have here the chief selected men
- Of twenty several kingdoms at the least;
- Nor ploughman, priest, nor merchant, stays at home;
- All Turkey is in arms with Callapine;
- And never will we sunder camps and arms
- Before himself or his be conquered.
- This is the time that must eternise me
- For conquering the tyrant of the world.
- Come, soldiers, let us lie in wait for him,
- And if we find him absent from his camp,
- Or that it be rejoined again at full,
- Assail it and be sure of victory. [Exeunt.