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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

openly exclaime against the King Therefore to stay all sodaine mutinies We will inuest your Highnesse Emperour Whereat the Souldiers will conceiue more ioy Then did the Macedonians at the spoile Of great Darius and his wealthy hoast Cosr. Wel since I see the state of Persea droope And languish in my brothers gouernment I willingly receiue th' mperiall crowne And vow to weare it for my countries good In spight of them shall malice my estate Ortyg. And in assurance of desir'd successe We here doo crowne thee Monarch of the East Emperour of Asia and of Persea Great Lord of Medea and Armenia Duke of Affrica and Albania Mesopotamia and of Parthia East India and the late discouered Isles Chiefe Lord of all the wide vast Euxine sea And of the euer raging Caspian Lake Long liue Cosroe mighty Emperour Cosr. And Ioue may neuer let me longer liue Then I may seeke to gratifie your loue And cause the souldiers that thus honour me To triumph ouer many Prouinces By whose desires of discipline in Armes I doubt not shortly but to raigne sole king And with the Armie of Theridamas Whether we presently will flie my Lords To rest secure against my brothers force Ortyg We knew my Lord before we brought the crowne Intending your inuestion so neere The residence of your dispised brother The Lord would not be too exasperate To iniure or suppresse your woorthy tytle Or if they would there are in readines Ten thousand horse to carie you from hence In spite of all suspected enemies Cosr. I know it wel my Lord thanke you all Ortyg. Sound vp the trumpets then God saue the King Exeunt Actus 1. Scoena 2 Tamburlaine leading Zenocrate Techelles Vsumeasane other Lords and Souldiers loden with treasure Tam. COme lady let not this appal your thoughts The iewels and the treasure we haue tane Shall be reseru'd and you in better state Than if you were arriu'd in Siria Euen in the circle of your Fathers armes The mightie Souldan of Egyptia Zeno. Ah Shepheard pity my distressed plight If as thou seem'st thou art so meane a man And seeke not to inrich thy followers By lawlesse rapine from a silly maide Who traueiling with these Medean Lords To Memphis from my vncles country of Medea Where all my youth I haue vene gouerned Haue past the armie of the mightie Turke Bearing his priuie signet and his hand To safe conduct vs thorow Affrica Mag. And since we haue arriu'd in Scythia Besides rich presents from the puisant Cham We haue his highnesse letters to command Aide and assistance if we stand in need Tam. But now you see these letters commandes Are countermanded by a greater man And through my prouinces you must expect Letters of conduct from my mightinesse If you intend to keep your treasure safe But since I loue to liue at liberty As easely may you get the Souldans crowne As any prizes out of my precinct For they are friends that help to weane my state Till men and kingdomes help to strengthen it And must maintaine my life exempt from seruitude But tell me Maddam is your grace betroth'd Zen. I am my Lord for so you do import Tam. I am a Lord for so my deeds shall prooue And yet a shepheard by my Parentage But Lady this faire face and heauenly hew Mud grace his bed that conquers Asia And meanes to be a terrour to the world Measuring the limits of his Emperie By East and west as Phaebus doth his course Lie here ye weedes that I disdaine to weare This compleat armor and this curtle-axe Are adiuncts more beseeming Tamburlaine And Maddam whatsoeuer you esteeme Of this successe and losse vnvallued Both may inuest you Empresse of the East And these that seeme but silly country Swaines May haue the leading of so great an host As with their waight shall make the mountains quake Euen as when windy exhalations Fighting for passage tilt within the earth Tec. As princely Lions when they rouse themselues Stretching their pawes and threatning heardes of Beastes So in his Armour looketh Tamburlaine Me thinks I see kings kneeling at his feet And he with frowning browes and fiery lookes Spurning their crownes from off their captiue heads Vsum. And making thee and me Techelles kinges That euen to death will follow Tamburlaine Tam. Nobly resolu'd sweet friends and followers These Lords perhaps do scorne our estimates And thinke we prattle with distempered spirits But since they measure our deserts so meane That in conceit bear Empires on our speares Affecting thoughts coequall with the cloudes They shall be kept our forced followers Till with their eies thee view vs Emperours Zen. The Gods defenders of the innocent Will neuer prosper your intended driftes That thus oppresse poore friendles passengers Therefore at least admit vs libertie Euen as thou hop'st to be eternized By liuing Asias mightie Emperour Agid. I hope our Ladies treasure and our owne May serue for ransome to our liberties Returne our Mules and emptie Camels backe That we may traueile into Siria Where her betrothed Lord Alcidamus Expects th' arriuall of her highnesse person Mag. And wheresoeuer we repose our selues We will report but well of Tamburlaine Tamb. Disdaines Zenocrate to liue with me Or you my Lordes to be my followers Thinke you I way this treasure more than you Not all the Gold in Indias welthy armes Shall buy the meanest souldier in my traine Zenocrate louelier than the Loue of Ioue Brighter than is the siluer Rhodolfe Fairer than whitest snow on Scythian hils Thy person is more woorth to Tamburlaine Than the possession of the Persean Crowne Which gratious startes haue promist at my birth A hundreth Tartars shall attend on thee Mounted on Steeds swifter than Pegasus Thy Garments shall be made of Medean silke Enchast with precious iuelles of mine owne More rich and valurous than Zenocrates With milke-white Hartes vpon an Iuorie sled Thou shalt be drawen amidst the frosen Pooles And scale the ysie mountaines lofty tops Which with thy beautie will be soone resolu'd My martiall prises with fiue hundred men Wun on the fiftie headed Vuolgas waues Shall all we offer to Zenocrate And then my selfe to faire Zenocrate Tech. What now In loue Tam. Techelles women must be flaterrd But this is she with whom I am in loue Enter a Souldier Sould. Newes newes Tamb. How now what 's the matter Sould. A thousand Persean horsmen are at hand Sent from the King to ouercome vs all Tam. How now my Lords of Egypt Zenocrate Now must your iewels be restor'd againe And I that triumpht so be ouercome How say you Lordings Is not this your hope Agid. We hope your selfe wil willingly restore thē Tamb. Such hope such fortune haue the thousand horse Soft ye my Lords and sweet Zenocrate You must be forced from me ere you goe A thousand horsmen We fiue hundred foote An ods too great for vs to stand against But are they rich And is their armour good Sould. Their plumed helmes

With dutie not with amitie we yeeld Our vtmost seruice to the faire Cosroe Cos. Which I esteeme as portion of my crown Vsumeasane and techelles both When she that rules in Rhamnis golden gates And makes a passage for all prosperous Armes Shall make me solely Emperour of Asia Then shall your meeds and vallours be aduaunst To roomes of honour and Nobilitie Tam. Then haste Cosroe to be king alone That I with these my friends and all my men May triumph in our long expected Fate The King your Brother is now hard at hand Meete with the foole and rid your royall shoulders Of such a burthen as outwaies the sands And all the craggie rockes of Caspea Mess. My Lord we haue discouered the enemie Ready to chardge you with a mighty armie Cos. Come tamburlain now whet thy winged sword And lift thy lofty arme into the cloudes That it may reach the King of Perseas crowne And set it safe on my victorious head tam. See where it is the keenest Cutle-axe That ere made passage thorow Persean Armes These are the wings shall make it flie as swift As dooth the lightening or the breath of heauen And kill as sure as it swiftly flies Cos. Thy words assure me of kind successe Go valiant Souldier go before and charge The fainting army of that foolish King tamb. Vsumeasane and techelles come We are enough to scarre the enemy And more than needes to make an Emperour To the Battaile and Mycetes comes out alone with his Crowne in his hand offering to hide it Myc. Accurst be he that first inuented war They knew not ah they knew not simple men How those were hit by pelting Cannon shot Stand staggering like a quiuering Aspen leafe Fearing the force of Boreas boistrous blasts In what a lamentable case were I If Nature had not giuen me wisedomes lore For Kings are clouts that euery man shoots at Our Crowne the pin that thousands seeke to cleaue Therefore in pollicie I thinke it good To hide it close a goodly Stratagem And far from any man that is a foole So shall not I be knowen or if I bee They cannot take away my crowne from me Here will I hide it in this simple hole Enter Tamburlain tam. What fearful coward stragling from the camp When Kings themselues are present in the field Myc. Thou liest tam. Base villaine darst thou giue the lie Myc. Away I am the King go touch me not Thou breakst the law of Armes vnlesse thou kneele And cry me mercie noble King Tam Are you the witty King of Persea Myce. I marie am I haue you any suite to me Tam. I would intreat you to speak but three wise wordes Myce. So I can when I see my time Tam. Is this your Crowne Myce. I Didst thou euer see a fairer Tamb. You will not sell it wil ye Myce. Such another word and I will haue thee executed Come giue it me Tamb. No I tooke it prisoner Myce. You lie I gaue it you tam. Then t is mine Myce. No I meane I let you keep it tamb. Wel I meane you shall haue it againe Here take it for a while I lend it thee Till I may see thee hem'd with armed men Then shalt thou see me pull it from thy head Thou art no match for mightie Tamburlaine Myce. O Gods is this tamburlaine the thiefe I marueile much he stole it not away Sound trumpets to the battell and he runs in Cosroe Tamburlaine Theridamas Menaphon Meander Ortygius Techelles Vsumeasane with others Tamb. Holde thee Cosroe weare two imperiall Crownes Thinks thee Inuested now as royally Euen by the mighty hand of tamburlaine As if as many kinges as could encompasse thee With greatest pompe had crown'd thee Emperour Cosr. So do I thrice renowined man at armes And none shall keepe the crowne but tamburlaine Thee doo I make my Regent of Persea And Generall Lieftenant of my Armies Meander you that were our brothers Guide And chiefest Counsailor in all his acts Since he is yeelded to the stroke of War On your submission we with thanks excuse And giue you equall place in our affaires Mean Most happy Emperour in humblest tearms I vow my seruice to your Maiestie With vtmost vertue of my faith and dutie Cosr. Thanks good Meander then Cosroe raign And gouerne Persea in her former pomp Now send Ambassage to thy neighbor Kings And let them know the Persean King is chang'd From one that knew not what a King should do To one that can commaund what longs thereto And now we will to faire Persepolis With twenty thousand expert souldiers The Lords and Captaines of my brothers campe With litle slaughter take Meanders course And gladly yeeld them to my gracious rule Ortigius and menaphon my trustie friendes Now will I gratify your former good And grace your calling with a greater sway Ort. And as we euer and at your behoofe And sought your state all honor it deseru'd So will we with our powers and our liues Indeuor to preserue and prosper it Cos. I will not thank thee sweet Ortigius Better replies shall prooue my purposes And now Lord tamburlaine my brothers Campe I leaue to thee and to theridamas To follow me to faire Persepolis Then will we march to all those Indian Mines My witlesse brother to the Christians lost And ransome them with fame and vsurie And till thou ouertake me tamburlaine Staying to order all the scattered troopes Farewell Lord Regent and his happie friends I long to sit vpon my brothers throne Mena. Your Maiestie shall shortly haue your wish And ride in triumph through Persepolis Exeunt Manent Tamb. Tech. Ther. Vsum. tamb. And ride in triumph through Persepolis Is it not braue to be a King techelles Vsumeasane and theridamas Is it not passing braue to be a King And ride in triumph through Persepolis tech. O my Lord t is sweet and full of pompe Vsum. To be a King is halfe to be a God ther. A God is not so glorious as a King I thinke the pleasure they enioy in heauen Can not compare with kingly ioyes in earth To weare a Crowne enchac'd with pearle and golde Whose vertues carie with it life and death To aske and haue command and be obeied When looks breed loue with lookes to gaine the prize Such power attractiue shines in princes eies tam. Why say theridamas wilt thou be a king the. Nay though I praise it I can liue without it tam. What saies my other friends wil you be kings tec. I if I could with all my heart my Lord tam. Why that 's wel said techelles so would I And so would you my maisters would you not Vsum. What then my Lord tam. Why then Casanes shall we wish for ought The world affoords in greatest noueltie And rest attmplesse faint and destitute Me thinks we should not I am strongly moou'd That if I should desire the Persean Crowne I could attaine it with a woondrous ease And would not all our souldiers soone consent If

doubt not but the Gouernour will yeeld Offering Damascus to your Maiesty Tam. So shall he haue his life and all the rest But if he stay vntil the bloody flag Be once aduanc'd on my vermilion Tent He dies and those that kept vs out so long And when they see me march in black aray With mournfull streamers hanging down their heads Were in that citie all the world contain'd Not one should scape but perish by our swords zen. Yet would you haue some pitie for my sake Because it is my countries and my Fathers Tam. Not for the world Zenocrate if I haue sworn Come bring in the Turke Exeunt Act. 4. Scaena 3 Souldane Arabia Capoline with steaming collor and Souldiers Souldan ME thinks we martch as Meliager did Enuironed with braue Argolian knightes To chace the sauage Caldonian Boare Or Cephalus with lustie The bane youths Against the Woolfe that angrie Themis sent To waste and spoile the sweet Aonian fieldes A monster of fiue hundred thousand heades Compact of Rapine Pyracie and spoile The Scum of men the hate and Scourge of God Raues in Egyptia and annoyeth vs My Lord it is the bloody Tamburlaine A sturdy Felon and a base-bred Thiefe By murder raised to the Persean Crowne That dares controll vs in our Territories To tame the pride of this presumptuous Beast Ioine your Arabians with the Souldans power Let vs vnite our royall bandes in one And hasten to remooue Damascus siege It is a blemish to the Maiestie And high estate of mightie Emperours That such a base vsurping vagabond Should braue a king or weare a princely crowne Ara. Renowmed Souldane haue ye lately heard The ouerthrow of mightie Baiazeth About the confines of Bythinia The slauerie wherewith he persecutes The noble Turke and his great Emperesse Soul I haue and sorrow for his bad successe But noble Lord of great Arabia Be so perswaded that the Souldan is No more dismaide with tidings of his fall Than in the hauen when the Pilot stands And viewes a strangers ship rent in the winds And shiuered against a craggie rocke Yet in compassion of his wretched state A sacred vow to heauen and him I make Confirming it with lbis holy name That Tamburlaine shall rue the day the hower Wherein he wrought such ignominious wrong Vnto the hallowed person of a prince Or kept the faire zenocrate so long As Concubine I feare to feed his lust Ara. Let griefe and furie hasten on reuenge Let Tamburlaine for his offences feele Such plagues as heauen and we can poure on him I long to breake my speare vpon his crest And prooue the waight of his victorious arme For Fame I feare hath bene too prodigall In sounding through the world his partiall praise Soul Capolin hast thou suruaid our powers Cap. Great Emperours of Egypt and Arabia The number of your hostes vnited is A hundred and fifty thousand horse Two hundred thousand foot braue men at armes Couragious and full of hardinesse As frolike as the hunters in the chace Of sauage beastes amid the desart woods Arab. My mind presageth fortunate successe And tamburlaine my spirit doth foresee The vtter ruine of thy men and thee Soul Then reare your standardes let your sounding Drummes Direct our Souldiers to Damascus walles Now Tamburlaine the mightie Souldane comes And leads with him the great Arabian King To dim thy basenesse and obscurity Famous for nothing but for theft and spoile To race and scatter thy inglorious crue Of Scythians and slauish Persians Exeunt Actus 4. Scaena 5. The Banquet and to it commeth Tamburlain al in scarlet Theridamas Techelles Vsumeasane the Turke with others Tamb. NOw hang our bloody collours by Damascus Reflexing hewes of blood vpon their heads While they walke quiuering on their citie walles Halfe dead for feare before they feele my wrath Then let vs freely banquet and carouse Full bowles of wine vnto the God of war That meanes to fill your helmets full of golde And make Damascus spoiles as rich to you As was to Iason Colchos golden fleece And now Baiazeth hast thou any stomacke Bai. I such a stomacke cruel tamburlane as I could Willingly feed vpon thy blood-raw hart tam. Nay thine owne is easier to come by plucke out that And t wil serue thee and thy wife Wel zenocrate techelles and the rest fall to your victuals Bai. Fall to and neuer may your meat digest Ye Furies that can maske inuisible Diue to the bottome of Auernas poole And in your hands bring hellish poison vp And squease it in the cup of tamburlain Or winged snakes of Lerna cast your stings And leaue your venoms in this Tyrants dish zab. And may this banquet prooue as omenous As Prognes to th' adulterous Thracian King That fed vpon the substance of his child zen. My Lord how can you suffer these outragious curses By these slaues of yours tam. To let them see diuine zenocrate I glorie in the curses of my foes Hauing the power frō the Emperiall heauen To turne them al vpon their proper heades tech. I pray you giue them leaue Madam this speech is a goodly refreshing to them Ther. But if his highnesse would let them be fed it would doe them more good tam. Sirra why fall you not too are you so daintily brought vp you cannot eat your owne flesh Bai. First legions of deuils shall teare thee in peeces Vsum. Villain knowest thou to whom thou speakest tam. O let him alone here eat sir take it from my swords point or I le thrust it to thy heart He takes it and stamps vpon it ther He stamps it vnder his feet my Lord tam. Take it vp Villaine and eat it or I will make thee slice the brawnes of thy armes into carbonadoes and eat them vsu. Nay t were better he kild his wife then she shall be sure not to be staru'd he be prouided for a moneths victuall before hand tam. Here is my dagger dispatch her while she is fat for if she liue but a while longer shee will fall into a comsumption with freatting and then she will not bee woorth the eating ther. Doost thou think that Mahomet wil suffer this tech. T is like he wil when he cannot let it tam. Go to fal to your meat what not a bit belike he hath not bene watered to day giue him some drinke They giue him water to drinke and he flings it on the ground Faste and welcome sir while hunger make you eat How now zenocrate dooth not the Turke and his wife make a goodly showe at a banquet Zen. Yes my Lord ther Me thinks t is a great deale better than a consort of musicke tam. Yet musicke woulde doe well to cheere vp zenocrate pray thee tel why art thou so sad If thou wilt haue a song the Turke shall straine his voice but why is it Zen. My lord to see my fathers towne besieg'd The countrie wasted where my selfe was borne How can it but afflict my verie soule If any loue remaine