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A07004	Tamburlaine the Great Who, from a Scythian shephearde, by his rare and woonderfull conquests, became a most puissant and mightye monarque. And (for his tyranny, and terrour in warre) was tearmed, the scourge of God. Deuided into two tragicall discourses, as they were sundrie times shewed vpon stages in the citie of London. By the right honorable the Lord Admyrall, his seruauntes.	Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.	1590 (1590)	STC 17425; ESTC S122101	73,426	165

could their nūbers counteruail the stars Or euer drisling drops of Aprill showers Or withered leaues that Autume shaketh downe Yet would the Souldane by his conquering power So scatter and consume them in his rage That not a man should liue to rue their fall Cap. So might your highnesse had you time to sort Your fighting men and raise your royall hoste But tamburlaine by expedition Aduantage takes of your vnreadinesse Soul Let him take all th' aduantages he can Were all the world conspird to fight for him Nay were he Deuill as he is no man Yet in reuenge of faire Zenocrate Whom he detaineth in despight of vs This arme should send him downe to Erebus To shroud his shame in darknes of the night Mess. Pleaseth your mightinesse to vnderstand His resolution far exceedeth all The first day when he pitcheth downe his tentes White is their hew and on his siluer crest A snowy Feather spangled white he beares To signify the mildnesse of his minde That satiate with spoile refuseth blood But when Aurora mounts the second time As red as scarlet is his furniture Then must his kindled wrath bee quencht with blood Not sparing any that can manage armes But if these threats mooue not submission Black are his collours blacke Pauilion His speare his shield his horse his armour plumes And Ietty Feathers menace death and hell Without respect of Sex degree or age He raceth all his foes with fire and sword Soul Mercilesse villaine Pesant ignorant Of lawfull armes or martiall discipline Pillage and murder are his vsuall trades The slaue vsurps the glorious name of war See Capolin the faire Arabian king That hath bene disapointed by this slaue Of my faire daughter and his princely Loue May haue fresh warning to go war with vs And be reueng'd for her dispardgement Actus 4. Scaena 2. Tamburlain Techelles Theridamas Vsumeasane Zenocrate Anippe two Moores drawing Baiazeth in his cage and his wife following him Tamb. BRing out my foot-stoole They take him out of the cage Bai Ye holy Priests of heauenly Mahomet That sacrificing slice and cut your flesh Staining his Altars with your purple blood Make heauen to frowne and euery fired starre To sucke vp poison from the moorish Fens And poure it in this glorious Tyrants throat tam. The chiefest God first moouer of that Spheare Enchac'd with thousands euer shining lamps Will sooner burne the glorious frame of Heauen Then it should so conspire my ouerthrow But Villaine thou that wishest this to me Fall prostrate on the lowe disdainefull earth And be the foot-stoole of great Tamburlain That I may rise into my royall throne Bai. First shalt thou rip my bowels with thy sword And sacrifice my heart to death and hell Before I yeeld to such a slauery tamb. Base villain vassall slaue to Tamburlaine Vnworthy to imbrace or touch the ground That beares the honor of my royall waight Stoop villaine stoope stoope for so he bids That may command thee peecemeale to be torne Or scattered like the lofty Cedar trees Strocke with the voice of thundring Iupiter Bai. Then as I look downe to the damned Feends Feends looke on me and thou dread God of hell With Evan Scepter strike this hatefull earth And make it swallow both of vs at once He gets vp vpon him to his chaire Tamb. Now cleare the triple region of the aire And let the maiestie of heauen beholde Their Scourge and Terrour treade on Emperours Smile Stars that raign'd at my natiuity And dim the brightnesse of their neighbor Lamps Disdaine to borrow light of Cynthia For I the chiefest Lamp of all the earth First rising in the East with milde aspect But fired now in the Meridian line Will send vp fire to your turning Spheares And cause the Sun to borrowe light of you My sword stroke fire from his coat of steele Euen in Bythinia when I took this Turke As when a fiery exhalation Wrapt in the bowels of a freezing cloude Fighting for passage make the Welkin cracke And casts a flash of lightning to the earth But ere I martch to wealthy Persea Or leaue Damascus and th' Egyptian fields As was the fame of Clymeus brain-sicke sonne That almost brent the Axeltree of heauen So shall our swords our lances and our shot Fill all the aire with fiery meteors Then when the Sky shal waxe as red as blood It shall be said I made it red my selfe To make me think of nought but blood and war Zab. Vnworthy king that by thy crueltie Vnlawfully vsurpest the Persean seat Dar'st thou that neuer saw an Emperour Before thou met my husband in the field Being thy Captiue thus abuse his state Keeping his kingly body in a Cage That rooffes of golde and sun-bright Pallaces Should haue prepar'd to entertaine his Grace And treading him beneath thy loathsome feet Whose feet the kings of Affrica haue kist tech. You must deuise some tormēt worsse my Lord To make these captiues reine their lauish tongues tam. zenocrate looke better to your slaue zen. She is my Handmaids slaue and she shal looke That these abuses flow not from her tongue Chide her Anippe Anip. Let these be warnings for you then my slaue How you abuse the person of the king Or els I sweare to haue you whipt stark nak'd Bai. Great tamburlaine great in my ouerthrow Ambitious pride shall make thee fall as low For treading on the back of Baiazeth That should be horsed on fower mightie kings tam. Thy names and tytles and thy dignities Are fled from Baiazeth and remaine with me That will maintaine it against a world of Kings Put him in againe Bai. Is this a place for mighty Baiazeth Confusion light on him that helps thee thus tam. There whiles he liues shal Baiezeth be kept And where I goe be thus in triumph drawne And thou his wife shalt feed him with the scraps My seruitures shall bring the from my boord For he that giues him other food than this Shall sit by him and starue to death himselfe This is my minde and I will haue it so Not all the Kings and Emperours of the Earth If they would lay their crownes before my feet Shall ransome him or take him from his cage The ages that shall talk of Tamburlain Euen from this day to Platoes wondrous yeare Shall talke how I haue handled Baiazeth These Mores that drew him from Bythinia To faire Damascus where we now remaine Shall lead him with vs wheresoere we goe Techelles and my louing followers Now may we see Damascus lofty towers Like to the shadowes of Pyramides That with their beauties grac'd the Memphion fields The golden stature of their feathered bird That spreads her wings vpon the citie wals Shall not defend it from our battering shot The townes-men maske in silke and cloath of gold And euery house is as a treasurie The men the treasure and the towne is ours Ther. Your tentes of white now pitch'd before the gates And gentle flags of amitie displaid I

let vs haste frō hence Along the caue that leads beyond the foe No hope is left to saue this conquered hold Cap. A deadly bullet gliding through my side Lies heauy on my heart I cannot liue I feele my liuer pierc'd and all my vaines That there begin and nourish euery part Mangled and torne and all my entrals bath'd In blood that straineth from their orifex Farewell sweet wife sweet son farewell I die Olym. Death whether art thou gone that both we liue Come back again sweet death strike vs both One minute end our daies and one sepulcher Containe our bodies death why comm'st thou not Wel this must be the messenger for thee Now vgly death stretch out thy Sable wings And carie both our soules where his remaines Tell me sweet boie art thou content to die These barbarous Scythians full of cruelty And Moores in whom was neuer pitie found Will hew vs peecemeale put vs to the wheele Or els inuent some torture worse than that Therefore die by thy louing mothers hand Who gently now wil lance thy Iuory throat And quickly rid thee both of paine and life Son Mother dispatch me or I le kil my selfe For think ye I can liue and see him dead Giue me your knife good mother or strike home The Scythiens shall not tyrannise on me Sweet mother strike that I may meet my father She stabs him Olym. Ah sacred Mahomet if this be sin Intreat a pardon of the God of heauen And purge my soule before it come to thee Entert Theridamas Techelles and all their traine ther. How now Madam what are you doing Olim. Killing my selfe as I haue done my sonne Whose body with his fathers I haue burnt Least cruell Scythians should dismember him tech. T was brauely done and like a souldiers wife Thou shalt with vs to Tamburlaine the great Who when he heares how resolute thou wert Wil match thee with a viceroy or a king Olym. My Lord deceast was dearer vnto me Than any Viceroy King or Emperour And for his sake here will I end my daies ther. But Lady goe with vs to Tamburlaine And thou shalt see a man greater than Mahomet In whose high lookes is much more maiesty Than from the Concaue superficies Of Ioues vast pallace the imperiall Orbe Vnto the shining bower where Cynthia sits Like louely thetis in a Christall robe That treadeth Fortune vnderneath his feete And makes the mighty God of armes his slaue On whom death and the fatall sisters waite With naked swords and scarlet liueries Before whom mounted on a Lions backe Rhammusia beares a helmet ful of blood And strowes the way with braines of slaughtered men By whose proud side the vgly furies run Harkening when he shall bid them plague the world Ouer whose zenith cloth'd in windy aire And Eagles wings ioin'd to her feathered breast Fame houereth sounding of her golden Trumpe That to the aduerse poles of that straight line Which measureth the glorious frame of heauen The name of mightie Tamburlain is spread And him faire Lady shall thy eies behold Come Olim Take pitie of a Ladies ruthfull teares That humbly craues vpon her knees to stay And cast her bodie in the burning flame That feeds vpon her sonnes and husbands flesh tech. Madam sooner shall fire consume vs both Then scortch a face so beautiful as this In frame of which Nature hath shewed more skill Than when she gaue eternall Chaos forme Drawing from it the shining Lamps of heauen ther. Madam I am so far in loue with you That you must goe with vs no remedy Olim. Then carie me I care not where you will And let the end of this my fatall iourney Be likewise end to my accursed life tech. No Madam but the beginning of your ioy Come willinglie therfore ther. Souldiers now let vs meet the Generall Who by this time is at Natolia Ready to charge the army of the Turke The gold the siluer and the pearle ye got Rifling this Fort deuide in equall shares This Lady shall haue twice so much againe Out of the coffers of our treasurie Exeunt Actus 3. Scaena 5. Callepine Orcanes Ierusalem Trebizon Soria Almeda with their traine Messenger REnowmed Emperour mighty Callepine Gods great lieftenant ouer all the world Here at Alepo with an hoste of men Lies Tamburlaine this king of Persea In number more than are the quyuering leaues Of Idas forrest where your highnesse hounds With open crie pursues the wounded Stag Who meanes to gyrt Natolias walles with siege Fire the towne and ouerrun the land Cal. My royal army is as great as his That from the bounds of Phrigia to the sea Which washeth Cyprus with his brinish waues Couers the hils the valleies and the plaines Viceroies and Peeres of Turky play the men Whet all your swords to mangle Tamburlain His sonnes his Captaines and his followers By Mahomet not one of them shal liue The field wherin this battaile shall be fought For euer terme the Perseans sepulchre In memorie of this our victory Orc. Now he that cals himself the scourge of Ioue The Emperour of the world and earthly God Shal end the warlike progresse he intends And traueile hedlong to the lake of hell Where legions of deuils knowing he must die Here in Natolia by your highnesse hands All brandishing their brands of quenchlesse fire Streching their monstrous pawes grin with their teeth And guard the gates to entertaine his soule Cal. Tel me Viceroies the number of your men And what our Army royall is esteem'd Ier. From Palestina and Ierusalem Of Hebrewes three score thousand fighting men Are come since last we shewed your maiesty Orc. So from Arabia desart and the bounds Of that sweet land whose braue Metropolis Reedified the faire Semyramis Came forty thousand warlike foot and horse Since last we numbred to your Maiesty treb. From trebizon in Asia the lesse Naturalized Turks and stout Bythinians Came to my bands full fifty thousand more That fighting knowes not what retreat doth meane Nor ere returne but with the victory Since last we numbred to your maiesty Sor. Of Sorians from Halla is repair'd And neighbor cities of your highnesse land Ten thousand horse and thirty thousand foot Since last we numbred to your maiestie So that the Army royall is esteem'd Six hundred thousand valiant fighting men Callep. Then welcome Tamburlaine vnto thy death Come puissant Viceroies let vs to the field The Perseans Sepulchre and sacrifice Mountaines of breathlesse men to Mahomet Who now with Ioue opens the firmament To see the slaughter of our enemies Actus 2. Scaena 1. Tamburlaine with his three sonnes Vsumeasane with other Tam. HOw now Casane See a knot of kings Sitting as if they were a telling tidles Vsu. My Lord your presence makes them pale and wan Poore soules they looke as if their deaths were neere tamb. Why so he is Casane I am here But yet I le sane their liues and make them slaues Ye petty kings of Turkye I am come

those whose Chrisis is as yours Your Artiers which alongst the vaines conuey The liuely spirits which the heart ingenders Are partcht and void of spirit that the soule Wanting those Organnons by which it mooues Can not indure by argument of art Yet if your maiesty may escape this day No doubt but you shal soone recouer all tam. Then will I comfort all my vital parts And liue in spight of death aboue a day Alarme within Mess. My Lord yong Callapine that lately fled from your maiesty hath nowe gathered a fresh Armie and hearing your absence in the field offers to set vpon vs presently Tam. See my Phisitions now how Ioue hath sent A present medicince to recure my paine My looks shall make them flie and might I follow There should not one of all the villaines power Liue to giue offer of another fight Vsum. I ioy my Lord your highnesse is so strong That can endure so well your royall presence Which onely will dismay the enemy Tam. I know it wil Casane draw you slaues In spight of death I will goe show my face Alarme Tam. goes in and comes out againe with al the rest Thus are the villaines cowards fled for feare Like Summers vapours vanisht by the Sun And could I but a while pursue the field That Callapine should be my slaue againe But I perceiue my martial strength is spent In vaine I striue and raile against those powers That meane t' inuest me in a higher throne As much too high for this disdainfull earth Giue me a Map then let me see how much Is left for me to conquer all the world That these my boies may finish all my wantes One brings a Map Here I began to martch towards Persea Along Armenia and the Caspian sea And thence vnto Bythinia where I tooke The Turke and his great Empresse priseners Then martcht I into Egypt and Arabia And here not far from Alexandria Whereas the Terren and the red sea meet Being distant lesse than stil a hundred leagues I meant to cut a channell to them both That men might quickly saile to India From thence to Nubia neere Borno Lake And so along the Ethiopian sea Cutting the Tropicke line of Capricorne I conquered all as far as Zansibar Then by the Northerne part of Affrica I came at last to Graecia and from thence To Asia where I stay against my will Which is from Scythia where I first began Backeward and forwards nere fiue thousand leagues Looke here my boies see what a world of ground Lies westward from the midst of Cancers line Vnto the rising of this earthly globe Whereas the Sun declining from our sight Begins the day with our Antypodes And shall I die and this vnconquered Loe here my sonnes are all the golden Mines Inestimable drugs and precious stones More worth than Asia and the world beside And from th' Antartique Pole Eastward behold As much more land which neuer was descried Wherein are rockes of Pearle that shine as bright As all the Lamps that beautifie the Sky And shal I die and this vnconquered Here louely boies what death forbids my life That let your liues commaund in spight of death Amy. Alas my Lord how should our bleeding harts Wounded and broken with your Highnesse griefe Retaine a thought of ioy or sparke of life Your soul giues essence to our wretched subiects Whose matter is incorporoat in your flesh Cel. Your paines do pierce our soules no hope suruiues For by your life we entertaine our liues tam. But sons this subiect not of force enough To hold the fiery spirit it containes must part imparting his impressions By equall portions into both your breasts My flesh deuided in your precious shapes Shal still retaine my spirit though I die And liue in all your seedes immortally Then now remooue me that I may resigne My place and proper tytle to my sonne First take my Scourge and my imperiall Crowne And mount my royall chariot of estate That I may see thee crown'd before I die Help me my Lords to make my last remooue ther. A woful change my Lord that daunts our thoughts More than the ruine of our proper soules tam. Sit vp my sonne let me see how well Thou wilt become thy fathers maiestie They crowne him Ami With what a flinty bosome should I ioy The breath of life and burthen of my soule If not resolu'd into resolued paines My bodies mortified lineaments should exercise the motions of my heart Pierc'd with the ioy of any dignity O father if the vnrelenting eares Of death and hell be shut against my praiers And that the spightfull influence of heauen Denie my soule fruition of her ioy How should I step or stir my hatefull feete Against the inward powers of my heart Leading a life that onely striues to die And plead in vaine vnpleasing soueranity tam. Let not thy loue exceed thyne honor sonne Nor bar thy mind that magnanimitie That nobly must admit necessity Sit vp my boy and with those silken raines Bridle the steeled stomackes of those Iades ther. My Lord you must obey his maiesty Since Fate commands and proud necessity Amy. Heauens witnes me with what a broken hart And damned spirit I ascend this seat And send my soule before my father die His anguish and his burning agony tam. Now fetch the hearse of faire Zenocrate Let it be plac'd by this my fatall chaire And serue as parcell of my funerall Cas. Then feeles your maiesty no soueraigne ease Nor may our hearts all drown'd in teares of blood Ioy any hope of your recouery tamb. Casane no the Monarke of the earth And eielesse Monster that torments my soule Cannot behold the teares ye shed for me And therefore stil augments his cruelty tech. Then let some God oppose his holy power Against the wrath and tyranny of death That his teare-thyrsty and vnquenched hate May be vpon himselfe reuerberate They bring in the hearse tam Now eies inioy your latest benefite And when my soule hath vertue of your sight Pierce through the coffin and the sheet of gold And glut your longings with a heauen of ioy So raigne my sonne scourge and controlle those slaues Guiding thy chariot with thy Fathers hand As precious is the charge thou vndertak'st As that which Clymens brainsicke sonne did guide When wandring Phoebes Iuory cheeks were scortcht And all the earth like AEtna breathing fire Be warn'd by him then learne with awfull eie To sway a throane as dangerous as his For if thy body thriue not full of thoughtes As pure and fiery as Phyteus beames The nature of these proud rebelling Iades Wil take occasion by the slenderest haire And draw thee peecemeale like Hyppolitus Through rocks more steepe and sharp than Caspian cliftes The nature of thy chariot wil not beare A guide of baser temper than my selfe More then heauens coach the pride of Phaeton Farewell my boies my dearest friends farewel My body feeles my soule dooth weepe to see Your sweet desires depriu'd my company For Tamburlaine the Scourge of God must die Amy. Meet heauen earth here let al things end For earth hath spent the pride of all her fruit And heauen consum'd his choisest liuing fire Let earth and heauen his timelesse death deplore For both their woorths wil equall him no more FINIS