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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

gainst proud Tamburlaine Freend Sigismond and peeres of Hungary Come banquet and carouse with vs a while And then depart we to our territories Exeunt Actus 1. Scaena 3. Callapine with Almeda his keeper Callap. SWeet Almeda pity the ruthfull plight Of Callapine the sonne of Baiazeth Born to be Monarch of the Western world Yet here detain'd by cruell Tamburlaine Alm. My Lord I pitie it and with my heart With your release but he whose wrath is death My soueraigue Lord renowmed tamburlain Forbids you further liberty than this Cal. Ah were I now but halfe so eloquent To paint in woords what I le perfourme in deeds I know thou wouldst depart from hence with me Al. Not for all Affrike therefore mooue me not Cal. Yet heare me speake my gentle Almeda Al. No speach to that end by your fauour sir Cal. By Cario runs Al. No talke of running I tell you sir Cal. A litle further gentle Almeda Al. Wel sir what of this Cal. By Cario runs to Alexandria Bay Darotes streames wherin at anchor lies A Turkish Gally of my royall fleet Waiting my comming to the riuer side Hoping by some means I shall be releast Which when I come aboord will hoist vp saile And soon put foorth into the Terrene sea Where twixt the Isles of Cyprus and of Creete We quickly may in Turkish seas arriue Then shalt thou see a hundred kings and more Vpon their knees all bid me welcome home Amongst so many crownes of burnisht gold Choose which thou wilt all are at thy command A thousand Gallies mann'd with Christian slaues I freely giue thee which shall cut the straights And bring Armados from the coasts of Spaine Fraughted with golde of rich America The Grecian virgins shall attend on thee Skilful in musicke and in amorous laies As faire as was Pigmalions Iuory gyrle Or louely Io metamorphosed With naked Negros shall thy coach be drawen And as thou rid'st in triumph through the streets The pauement vnderneath thy chariot wheels With Turky Carpets shall be couered And cloath of Arras hung about the walles Fit obiects for thy princely eie to pierce A hundred Bassoes cloath'd in crimson silk Shall ride before the on Barbarian Steeds And when thou goest a golden Canapie Enchac'd with pretious stones which shine as bright As that faire vail that couers all the world When Phoebus leaning from his Hemi-Spheare Discendeth downward to th' Antipodes And more than this for all I cannot tell Alm. How far hence lies the Galley say you Cal. Sweet Almeda scarse halfe a league from hence Alm. But need we not be spied going aboord Cal. Betwixt the hollow hanging of a hill And crooked bending of a craggy rock The sailes wrapt vp the mast and tacklings downe She lies so close that none can find her out Alm. I like that well but tel me my Lord if I should let you goe would you bee as good as your word Shall I be made a king for my labour Cal. As I am Callapine the Emperour And by the hand of Mahomet I sweare Thou shalt be crown'd a king and be my mate Alm. Then here I sweare as I am Almeda Your Keeper vnder Tamburlaine the great For that 's the style and tytle I haue yet Although he sent a thousand armed men To intercept this haughty enterprize Yet would I venture to conduct your Grace And die before I brought you backe again Cal. Thanks gentle Almeda then let vs haste Least time be past and lingring let vs both Al. When you will my Lord I am ready Cal. Euen straight and farewell cursed Tamburlaine Now goe I to reuenge my fathers death Exeunt Actus 1. Scaena 4. Tamburlaine with zenocrate and his three sonnes Calyphas Amyras and Celebinus with drummes and trumpets Tamb. NOw bright zenocrate the worlds faire eie Whose beames illuminate the lamps of heauē Whose chearful looks do cleare the clowdy aire And cloath it in a christall liuerie Now rest thee here on faire Larissa Plaines Where Egypt and the Turkish Empire parts Betweene thy sons that shall be Emperours And euery one Commander of a world zen. Sweet tamburlain when wilt thou leaue these armes And saue thy sacred person free from scathe And dangerous chances of the wrathfull war Tam. When heauen shal cease to mooue on both the poles when the ground wheron my souldiers march Shal rise aloft and touch the horned Moon And not before my sweet zenocrate Sit vp and rest thee like a louely Queene So now she sits in pompe and maiestie When these my sonnes more precious in mine eies Than all the wealthy kingdomes I subdewed Plac'd by her side looke on their mothers face But yet me thinks their looks are amorous Not martiall as the sons of Tamburlaine Water and ayre being simbolisde in one Argue their want of courage and of wit Their haire as white as milke and soft as Downe Which should be like the quilles of Porcupines As blacke as Ieat and hard as Iron or steel Bewraies they are too dainty for the wars Their fingers made to quauer on a Lute Their armes to hang about a Ladies necke Their legs to dance and caper in the aire Would make me thinke them Bastards not my sons But that I know they issued from thy wombe That neuer look'd on man but Tamburlaine zen My gratious Lord they haue their mothers looks But whē they list their cōquering fathers hart This louely boy the yongest of the three Not long agoe bestrid a Scythian Steed Trotting the ring and tilting at a gloue Which when he tainted with his slender rod He raign'd him straight and made him so curuet As I cried out for feare he should haue falne Tam. Wel done my boy thou shalt haue shield and lance Armour of proofe horse helme Cuttle-axe And I will teach thee how to charge thy foe And harmelesse run among the deadly pikes If thou wilt loue the warres and follow me Thou shalt be made a King and raigne with me Keeping in yron cages Emperours If thou exceed thy elder Brothers worth And shine in compleat vertue more than they Thou shalt be king before them and thy seed Shall issue crowned from their mothers wombe Cel. Yes father you shal see me if I liue Haue vnder me as many kings as you And martch with such a multitude of men As all the world shall tremble at their view tam. These words assure me boy thou art my sonne When I am old and cannot mannage armes Be thou the scourge and terrour of the world Amy. Why may not I my Lord as wel as he Be tearm'd the scourge and terrour of the world tam. Be al a scourge and terror to the world Or els you are not sons of Tamburlaine Cal. But while my brothers follow armes my lord Let me accompany my gratious mother They are enough to conquer all the world And you haue won enough for me to keep tam. Bastardly boy sprong frō some cowards lions And not the issue

is often proou'd a myracle Orc. Yet in my thoughts shall Christ be honoured Not dooing Mahomet an iniurie Whose power had share in this our victory And since this miscreant hath disgrac'd his faith And died a traitor both to heauen and earth We wil both watch and ward shall keepe his trunke Amidst these plaines for Foules to pray vpon Go Vribassa giue it straight in charge Vri. I will my Lord Exit Vrib. Orc. And now Gazellus let vs haste and meete Our Army and our brother of Ierusalem Of Soria Trebizon and Amasia And happily with full Natolian bowles Of Greekish wine now let vs celebrate Our happy conquest and his angry fate Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena vltima The Arras is drawen and Zenocrate lies in her bed of state Tamburlaine sitting by her three Phisitians about her bed tempering potions Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane and the three sonnes Tamburlaine BLacke is the beauty of the brightest day The golden balle of heauens eternal fire That danc'd with glorie on the siluer waues Now wants the fewell that enflamde his beames And all with faintnesse and for foule disgrace He bindes his temples with a frowning cloude Ready to darken earth with endlesse night Zenocrate that gaue him light and life Whose eies shot fire from their Iuory bowers And tempered euery soule with liuely heat Now by the malice of the angry Skies Whose iealousie admits no second Mate Drawes in the comfort of her latest breath All dasled with the hellish mists of death Now walk the angels on the walles of heauen As Centinels to warne th' immortall soules To entertaine deuine Zenocrate Apollo Cynthia and the ceaslesse lamps That gently look'd vpon this loathsome earth Shine downwards now no more but deck the heauens To entertaine diuine Zenocrate The christall springs whose taste illuminates Refined eies with an eternall sight Like tried siluer runs through Paradice To entertaine diuine zenocrate The Cherubins and holy Seraphins That sing and play before the king of kings We all their voices and their instruments To entertaine diuine Zenocrate And in this sweet and currious harmony The God that tunes this musicke to our soules Holds out his hand in highest maiesty To entertaine diuine Zenocrate Then let some holy trance conuay my thoughts Vp to the pallace of th' imperiall heauen That this my life may be as short to me As are the daies of sweet Zenocrate Phisitions wil no phisicke do her good Phis. My Lord your Maiesty shall soone perceiue And if she passe this fit the worst is past tam. Tell me how fares my faire Zenocrate zen. I fare my Lord as other Emperesses That when this fraile and transitory flesh Hath suckt the measure of that vitall aire That feeds the body with his dated health Wanes with enforst and necessary change tam. May neuer such a change transfourme my loue In whose sweet being I repose my life Whose heauenly presence beautified with health Giues light to Phoebus and the fixed stars Whose absence make the sun and Moone as darke As when opposde in one Diamiter Their Spheares are mounted on the serpents head Or els discended to his winding traine Liue still my Loue and so conserue my life Or dieng be the anchor of my death zen. Liue still my Lord O let my soueraigne liue And sooner let the fiery Element Dissolue and make your kingdome in the Sky Than this base earth should shroud your maiesty For should I but suspect your death by mine The comfort of my future happinesse And hope to meet your highnesse in the heauens Turn'd to dispaire would break my wretched breast And furie would confound my present rest But let me die my Loue yet let me die With loue and patience let your true loue die Your griefe and furie hurtes my second life Yet let me kisse my Lord before I die And let me die with kissing of my Lord But since my life is lengthened yet a while Let me take leaue of these my louing sonnes And of my Lords whose true nobilitie Haue merited my latest memorie Sweet sons farewell in death resemble me And in your liues your fathers excellency Some musicke and my fit wil cease my Lord They call musicke tam. Proud furie and intollorable fit That dares torment the body of my Loue And scourge the Scourge of the immortall God Now are those Spheares where Cupid vsde to sit Wounding the world with woonder and with loue Sadly supplied with pale and ghastly death Whose darts do pierce the Center of my soule Her sacred beauty hath enchaunted heauen And had she liu'd before the siege of Troy Hellen whose beauty sommond Greece to armes And drew a thousand ships to Tenedos Had not bene nam'd in Homers Iliads Her name had bene in euery line he wrote Or had those wanton Poets for whose byrth Olde Rome was proud but gasde a while on her Nor Lesbia nor Corrinna had bene nam'd zenocrate had bene the argument Of euery Epigram or Eligie The musicke sounds and she dies tam. What is she dead Techelles draw thy sword And wound the earth that it may cleaue in twaine And we discend into th' infernall vaults To haile the fatall Sisters by the haire And throw them in the triple more of Hell For taking hence my faire zenocrate Casane and theridamas to armes Raise Caualieros higher than the cloudes And with the cannon breake the frame of heauen Batter the shining pallace of the Sun And shiuer all the starry firmament For amorous Ioue hath snatcht my loue from hence Meaning to make her stately Queene of heauen What God so euer holds thee in his armes Giuing thee Nectar and Ambrosia Behold me here diuine zenocrate Rauing impatient desperate and mad Breaking my steeled lance with which I burst The rusty beames of Ianus Temple doores Letting out death and tyrannising war To martch with me vnder this bloody flag And if thou pitiest Tamburlain the great Come downe from heauen and liue with me againe ther. Ah good my Lord be patient she is dead And all this raging cannot make her liue If woords might serue our voice hath rent the aire If teares our eies haue watered all the earth If griefe our murthered harts haue straind forth blood Nothing preuailes for she is dead my Lord tam. For she is dead thy words doo pierce my soule Ah sweet theridamas say so no more Though she be dead yet let me think she liues And feed my mind that dies for want of her Where ere her soule be thou shalt stay with me Embalm'd with Cassia Amber Greece and Myrre Not lapt in lead but in a sheet of gold And till I die thou shalt not be interrd Then in as rich a tombe as Mausolus We both will rest and haue one Epitaph Writ in as many seuerall languages As I haue conquered kingdomes with my sword This cursed towne will I consume with fire Because this place bereft me of my Loue The houses burnt wil looke as if they mourn'd And here will I

of armes His lofty browes in foldes do figure death And in their smoothnesse amitie and life About them hangs a knot of Amber heire Wrapped in curles as fierce Achilles was On which the breath of heauen delights to play Making it daunce with wanton maiestie His armes and singers long and snowy Betokening valour and excesse of strength In euery part proportioned like the man Should make the world subdued to Tamburlaine Cos Wel hast thou pourtraid in thy tearms of life The face and personage of a woondrous man Nature doth striue with Fortune and his stars To make him famous in accomplisht woorth And well his merits show him to be made His Fortunes maister and the king of men That could perswade at such a sodaine pinch With reasons of his valour and his life A thousand sworne and ouermatching foes Then when our powers in points of swords are ioin'd And closde in compasse of the killing bullet Though straight the passage and the port be made That leads to Pallace of my brothers life Proud is his fortune if we pierce it not And when the princely Persean Diadem Shall ouerway his wearie witlesse head And fall like mellowed fruit with shakes of death In faire Persea noble tamburlaine Shall be my Regent and remaine as King Ort. In happy hower we haue set the Crowne Vpon your kingly head that seeks our honor In ioyning with the man ordain'd by heauen To further euery action to the best Cen. He that with Shepheards and a litle spoile Durst in disdaine of wrong and tyrannie Defend his freedome gainst a Monarchie What will he doe supported by a king Leading a troope of Gentlemen and Lords And stuft with trasure for his highest thoughts Cos. And such shall wait on worthy Tamburlaine Our army will be forty thousand strong When Tamburlain and braue Theridamas Haue met vs by the riuer Araris And all conioin'd to meet the witlesse King That now is marching neer to Parthia And with vnwilling souldiers faintly arm'd To seeke reuenge on me and Tamburlaine To whom sweet Menaphon direct me straight Mena. I will my Lord Exeunt Act. 2. Scaena 2 Mycetes Meander with other Lords and Souldiers Mycetes COme my Meander let vs to this geere I tel you true my heart is swolne with wrath On this same theeuish villaine tamburlaine And of that false Cosroe my traiterous brother Would it not grieue a King to be so abusde And haue a thousand horsmen tane away And which is worst to haue his Diadem Sought for by such scalde knaues as loue him net I thinke it would wel then by heauens I sweare Aurora shall not peepe out of her doores But I will haue Cosroe by the head And kill proud Tamburlaine with point of sword Tell you the rest Meander I haue said Mean Then hauing past Armenian desarts now And pitch our tents vnder the Georgean hilles Whose tops are couered with Tartarian thieues That lie in ambush waiting for a pray What should we doe but bid them battaile straight And rid the world of those detested troopes Least if we let them lynger here a while They gather strength by power of fresh supplies This countrie swarmes with vile outragious men That liue by rapine and by lawlesse spoile Fit Souldiers for the wicked Tamburlaine And he that could with giftes and promises Inueigle him that lead a thousand horse And make him false his faith vnto his King Will quickly win such as are like himselfe Therefore cheere vp your mindes prepare to fight He that can take or slaughter tamburlaine Shall rule the Prouince of Albania Who brings that Traitors head theridamas Shal haue a gouernment in Medea Beside the spoile of him and all his traine But if Cosroe as our Spials say And as we know remaines with tamburlaine His Highnesse pleasure is that he should liue And be reclaim'd with princely lenitie A Spy An hundred horsmen of my company Scowting abroad vpon these champion plaines Haue view'd the army of the Scythians Which make reports it far exceeds the Kings Mean Suppose they be in number infinit Yet being void of Martiall discipline All running headlong after greedy spoiles And more regarding gaine than victory Like to the cruell brothers of the earth Sprong of the teeth of Dragons venomous Their carelesse swords shal lanch their fellowes threats And make vs triumph in their ouerthrow Myc. Was there such brethren sweet Meander say That sprong of teeth of Dragons venomous Meand. So Poets say my Lord Myce. And t is a prety toy to be a Poet Wel wel Meander thou art deeply read And hauing thee I haue a iewell sure Go en my Lord and giue your charge I say Thy wit will make vs Conquerors to day Mean Then noble souldiors to intrap these theeues That liue confounded in disordered troopes If wealth or riches may preuaile with them We haue our Cammels laden all with gold Which you that be but common souldiers Shall fling in euery corner of the field And while the base borne Tartars take it vp You fighting more for honor than for gold Shall massacre those greedy minded slaues And when their scattered armie is subdu'd And you march on their slaughtered carkasses Share equally the gold that bought their liues And liue like Gentlemen in Persea Strike vp the Drum and martch corragiously Fortune her selfe dooth sit vpon our Crests Myc. He tels you true my maisters so he does Drumis why sound ye not whē Meand. speakis Exeunt Actus 2. Scaena 3. Cosroe Tamburlaine Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane Ortygius with others Cosroe NOw worthy Tamburlaine haue I reposde In thy approoued Fortunes all my hope What thinkst thou man shal come of our attemptes For euen as from assured oracle I take thy doome for satisfaction Tamb. And so mistake you not a whit my Lord For Fates and Oracles heauen haue sworne To roialise the deedes of tamburlaine And make them blest that share in his attemptes And doubt you not but if you fauour me And let my Fortunes and my valour sway To some direction in your martiall deeds The world will striue with hostes of men at armes To swarme vnto the Ensigne I support The host of Xerxes which by fame is said To drinke the mightie Parthian Araris Was but a handful to that we will haue Our quiuering Lances shaking in the aire And bullets like Ioues dreadfull Thunderbolts Enrolde in flames and fiery smoldering mistes Shall threat the Gods more than Cyclopian warres And with our Sun-bright armour as we march Wee l chase the Stars from heauen and dim their eies That stand and muse at our admyred armes therid. You see my Lord what woorking woordes he hath But when you see his actions stop his speech Your speech will stay or so extol his worth As I shall be commended and excusde For turning my poore charge to his direction And these his two renowmed friends my Lord Would make one thrust and striue to be retain'd In such a great degree of amitie tech.

wil neuer yeeld Alarme and they scale the walles Enter Tamburlain with Vsumeasane Amyras and Celebinus with others the two spare kings Tam. The stately buildings of faire Babylon Whose lofty Pillers higher than the cloudes Were woont to guide the seaman in the deepe Being caried thither by the cannons force Now fil the mouth of Limnasphaltes lake And make a bridge vnto the battered walles Where Belus Ninus and great Alexander Haue rode in triumph triumphs Tamburlaine Whose chariot wheeles haue burst th' Assirians bones Drawen with these kings on heaps of carkasses Now in the place where faire Semiramis Courted by kings and peeres of Asia Hath trode the Meisures do my souldiers martch And in the streets where braue Assirian Dames Haue rid in pompe like rich Saturnia With furious words and frowning visages My horsmen brandish their vnruly blades Enter Theridamas and Techelles bringing the Gouernor of Babylon Who haue ye there my Lordes Ther. The sturdy Gouernour of Babylon That made vs all the labour for the towne And vsde such slender reckning of you maiesty tam. Go bind the villaine he shall hang in chaines Vpon the ruines of this conquered towne Sirha the view of our vermillion tents Which threatned more than if the region Next vnderneath the Element of fire Were full of Commets and of blazing stars Whose flaming traines should reach down to the earth Could not affright you no nor I my selfe The wrathfull messenger of mighty Ioue That with his sword hath quail'd all earthly kings Could not perswadé you to submission But stil the ports were shut villaine I say Should I but touch the rusty gates of hell The triple headed Cerberus would howle And wake blacke Ioue to crouch and kneele to me But I haue sent volleies of shot to you Yet could not enter till the breach was made Gou. Nor if my body could haue stopt the breach Shouldst thou haue entred cruel tamburlaine T is not thy bloody tents can make me yeeld Nor yet thy selfe thè anger of the highest For though thy cannon shooke the citie walles My heart did neuer quake or corrage faint tam. Wel now I le make it quake go draw him vp Hang him vp in chaines vpon the citie walles And let my souldiers shoot the slaue to death Gouern. Vile monster borne of some infernal hag And sent from hell to tyrannise on earth Do all thy wurst nor death nor Tamburlaine Torture or paine can daunt my dreadlesse minde tam. Vp with him then his body shal be scard Gou But Tamburlain in Lymnasphaltis lake There lies more gold than Babylon is worth Which when the citie was besieg'd I hid Saue but my life and I wil giue it thee tam. Then for all your valour you would saue your life Where about lies it Gou. Vnder a hollow bank right opposite Against the Westerne gate of Babylon tam Go thither some of you and take his gold The rest forward with execution Away with him hence let him speake no more I think I make your courage something quaile When this is done we 'll martch from Babylon And make our greatest haste to Persea These Iades are broken winded and halfe tyr'd Vnharnesse them and let me haue fresh horse So now their best is done to honour me Take them and hang them both vp presently Tre. Vild Tyrant barbarous bloody Tamburlain Tamb. Take them away Theridamas see them dispatcht Ther I will my Lord tam. Come Asian Viceroies to your taskes a while And take such fortune as your fellowes felt Orc. First let thy Scythyan horse teare both our limmes Rather then we should draw thy chariot And like base slaues abiect our princely mindes To vile and ignominious seruitude Ier. Rather lend me thy weapon Tamburlain That I may sheath it in this breast of mine A thousand deathes could not torment our hearts More than the thought of this dooth vexe our soules Amy. They will talk still my Lord if you doe not bridle them tam. Bridle them and let me to my coach They bridle them Amy. See now my Lord how braue the Captaine hangs tam. T is braue indeed my boy wel done Shoot first my Lord and then the rest shall follow ther. Then haue at him to begin withall Theridamas shootes Gou Yet saue my life and let this wound appease The mortall furie of great Tamburlain tam. No though Asphaltis lake were liquid gold And offer'd me as ransome for thy life Yet shouldst thou die shoot at him all at once They shoote So now he hangs like Bagdets Gouernour Hauing as many bullets in his flesh As there be breaches in her battered wall Goe now and bind the Burghers hand and foot And cast them headlong in the cities lake Tartars and Perseans shall inhabit there And to command the citie I will build A Cytadell that all Affrica Which hath bene subiect to the Persean king Shall pay me tribute for in Babylon tech. What shal be done with their wiues and children my Lord tam, Techelles Drowne them all man woman and child Leaue not a Babylonian in the towne tech I will about it straight come Souldiers Exit tam. Now Casane wher 's the Turkish Alcaron And all the heapes of supersticious bookes Found in the Temples of that Mahomet Whom I haue thought a God they shal be burnt Cas. Here they are my Lord tam. Wel said let there be a fire presently In vaine I see men worship Mahomet My sword hath sent millions of Turks to hell Slew all his Priests his kinsmen and his friends And yet I liue vntoucht by Mahomet There is a God full of reuenging 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 haue any power Come downe thy selfe and worke a myracle Thou art not woorthy to be worshipped That suffers flames of fire to burne the writ Wherein the sum of thy religion rests Why send'st thou not a furious whyrlwind downe To blow thy Alcaron vp to thy throne Where men report thou sitt'st by God himselfe Or vengeance on the head of Tamburlain That shakes his sword against thy maiesty And spurns the Abstracts of thy foolish lawes Wel souldiers Mahomet remaines in hell He cannot heare the voice of Tamburlain Seeke out another Godhead to adore The God that sits in heauen if any God For he is God alone and none but he tech. I haue fulfil'd your highnes wil my Lord Thousands of men drown'd in Asphaltis Lake Haue made the water swell aboue the bankes And fishes feed by humaine carkasses Amasde swim vp and downe vpon the waues As when they swallow Assafitida Which makes them fleet aloft and gaspe for aire tam. Wel then my friendly Lordes what now remaines But that we leaue sufficient garrison And presently depart to Persea To triumph after all our victories ther. I good my Lord let vs in hast to Persea And let this Captaine be remoou'd the walles To some